Author: lisa
Subject: The Stuff of Dreams

AN1: My response to the challenge lines that got a little out of control. This is just a little scene that should be set late in season 7.

AN 2: This is my first humble attempt at writing fan fic, so if it blows…


The Stuff of Dreams
~ by lisa

Harm tossed and turned, caught up in the dream that plagued him night after night. Dreams of making love to Mac – the feel of her as he stroked the soft contours of that incredible body, the taste of her as his lips followed the trails of his hands, the way her body moved under his. And then, as happened every night, as he breathed Mac’s name his dream turned to a nightmare and the erotic vision of Mac morphed into an image of Reneé, clad in a milkmaid costume.

Harm rolled over with a groan, throwing an arm over his face trying to erase the sickening image of Reneé from his mind. More asleep than awake, Harm was startled by the seductive voice coming from the doorway of his bathroom.

“Good, you’re awake. I was hoping we could pick up where we left off last night. After all, a girl can’t get too much of a good thing.”

Harm’s eyes grew large as he saw Mac enter his bedroom. Mac – coming from his shower, wrapped in one of his towels, siting on his bed, stroking his chest. Just as he had imagined after that time the admiral’s chair fell out from under him. He hadn’t hit his head again, had he?

Overcome with feelings of déjà vu, Harm tentatively reached out to touch her arm, stammering, “Wh-what are you doing here? … uh, Reneé??”

Mac went ballistic. “Reneé!” You think I’m Reneé?

Harm breathed a sigh of relief as he realized it really was Mac! As his dream faded and reality took its place, the memory of the previous night, their first night together, flooded his senses. And oh what a reality! It wasn’t an illusion. They had gradually grown closer over the last few months and last night a dinner at his place had turned into so much more. He had actually made love to Mac last night! For the first time in his life, he had truly made love. And not just in his dreams or fantasies. A grin spread across his face and he chuckled as he relived the glorious memory.

Until Mac’s explosion brought him back to reality.

“You think this is funny? We make love for the first time and you can’t tell the difference between me and Reneé?”

“Mac, power down. I know the difference between you and Reneé.”

“And what would that be, Harm?”

“Well, your boobs are bigger.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

“Wait, no, that’s not what I meant. I do know you’re not Reneé, Mac. For one thing she’s more entertaining …”

“WHAT? So, Renee is a more ‘entertaining’ lover!”

“No, n-not like that, not in a good way. Uh, like a stripper is, uh, more entertaining.” Harm’s voiced trailed off wondering how things had gotten so out of control.

“A stripper!!” Daggers were shooting from Mac’s eyes as Harm reflexively cowered, bracing himself for the blow he was sure would follow.

“Mac, no woman wants to be called entertaining unless she's a stripper. Right?? What I mean is, I respect you, Mac. I don’t see you as entertainment or as a stripper. Well, actually there was that dream I had of you taking up lap dancing…”

Harm groaned. His foot had definitely taken residence in his mouth. If he wanted to live to face another day, perhaps he should consider a hasty retreat.

“I think I better shut up now.”

“And I think I better go home. Thanks for the ‘entertaining’ time, Harm; but I guess you can’t say the same.”

“Wait, Mac! Give me another chance to explain!” Harm took hold of Mac’s arm before she could turn away and pulled her back down to the bed.

“Mac, last night was incredible. It was far more than ‘entertainment’. It was a dream come true. But you see, that’s where this mess started – dreams. When I woke up to the sight of you coming out my shower I had this moment of déjà vu. All I could think of was this dream of…”

“Reneé clad only in raindrops?” Harm, is Reneé your dream girl?”

“No, Mac! It’s not Reneé I want. It’s not Reneé I love. And it’s not Reneé I dream about. If she’s in my dreams it’s a nightmare. See, when I was with Reneé I once had this vision of you coming out of my shower just as you did this morning. You spoke of picking up where we left off the night before, you sat beside me just as you’re doing now and I was mesmerized. I wanted you so much. I leaned in to kiss you, whispering your name, only to find out it was actually Reneé. Let’s just say she was not at all pleased that I had called her by your name.”

“I can understand how she felt.”

“Mac, it’s not the same! I didn’t want Reneé then and I don’t want her now. It’s you I dream about. But I don’t want you in my dreams, Mac.”

Mac’s eyes flooded with tears. “Well, then who do you want in your dreams?”

Harm cupped her cheeks with his hands. “Mac, I don’t want you in my dreams; I want you in reality. I don’t want to just dream about you, I want you in my life - so that I can have my miracle.”

Brimming with hope, Mac whispered, “What’s your miracle, Harm? What do you want most?”

“I want what every guy would want. A good career, a comfortable home, and you, Mac. Lots and lots of you.”

Harm pulled her to him, kissing her slowly, tenderly. A kiss not intended to stir the fires of passion, but to persuade her of his love.

Mac, overflowing with joy, pulled away to look into his eyes. “I’m yours, Harm. I always have been.”

I love you, Mac.”

Mac’s eyes widened in surprise at Harm’s declaration and a broad smile spread across her face as she reached out to pinch his cheek.

“Mac! What are you doing?”

“Making sure it’s really you. I figured I’d be old and gray before I ever heard those words come out of the mouth of the Harmon Rabb that I know and love.”

“What about when I’m old and gray, Mac? Will you be here? Will you always be here?”

Pouring all her love into one word, Mac said the only thing Harm needed to hear. “Yes.”

And as Harm fell back onto the bed, taking Mac with him, no other words were needed.


The End