HBX
Challenge March 06 "What a day"
Title: What a
day
AN /sort of summary and spoiler: This story is set
somewhere in the early tenth season, Cresswell sends Harm on an
investigation to a carrier and he also does his quals there, then
there’s the whole incident with Sturgis…sound familiar?
Around the time of “Bridging the Gulf”. Let’s just
imagine Mac went with them…hey, it’s my story, my
universe ;-)
The story starts after Harm shot down the plane.
Mac’s POV.
Many, many thanks to my beta reader! You helped
me a lot!!
Disclaimers: The usual, I don’t own them
because if I did, there wouldn’t be a *last*
season…*sigh*
What a day.
I just don’t
know why this always happens to me, one second my life is running
smoothly and then it just of starts to spiral out of control. Damn, I
thought I had that behind me when I stopped drinking. I hate, really
*hate* not being in control. Well, I know, I called Harm a control
freak, he is, but I never said that I’m any better…
Just
today, I mean, can’t this guy keep is six out of trouble just
once in his life? I thought that he finally had grown up, out of this
*I’m going to save the world at any cost*-behaviour. Guess
what, I was wrong.
Now, I’m sitting in a chopper,
*again*, to get to him and save his six, *again*. I’m actually
a little surprised that the General sent me along with Sturgis. I’m
still not sure why. As far as I’m concerned, Harm didn’t
have much of a choice, being purely professional, of course. I trust
his instincts. He’s been in such situations before and that’s
why he was here in the first place. Because he knows how it is to be
up there, because he knows how to make decisions in a matter of
seconds and because he has the needed experience. Sturgis, on the
other hand sees that a *little* differently. I just don’t know
yet what to do about it. Since Sturgis is the lead investigator I
don’t have much say in it. Well, even if I had it would
probably be dismissed because I’m too close to Harm. The more I
think about it, the more I think the General sent me along to prevent
those two from getting at each others’ throats.
We
landed a few hours ago and immediately met with Harm to get more
information. Sturgis and I then went to talk to all others involved
in this incident to see what we can dig up. And that wasn’t
much. I felt my headache began when Sturgis and I started to discuss
the outcome of his investigation. Sturgis can be so damn stubborn! I
left him to write his report, hopefully he considered my advise.
Hopefully. Now, I’m in my stateroom awaiting the
outcome.
“MAC? You in there?”
Harm is
screaming and pounding at my door. Uh oh, I take it Sturgis didn’t
change his mind.
“Yeah, come in.”
“Mac,
did you know, I mean…what is this all about?” He’s
running his hand through his hair, a tormented look on his face. “I…I
don’t understand…” He says and throws Sturgis’s
report to me. I don’t need to read it, I know what it
says.
“Harm, I…I don’t know what to say…I
thought I had convinced Sturgis but…”
“Do
you believe me, Mac?”
“Harm…”
“Do
YOU believe me, Mac?”
“Harm, please.”
“DAMN
IT. DO YOU BELIEVE ME?”
“Yes, Harm, I do believe
you. I always trusted your instincts and I still do.”
He
just looks at me. I’m not sure what’s going through that
sailor’s mind, it was a long time ago that I was good at
reading him. I guess I need to practice. I feel a sad smile spreading
across my features.
“Thanks. That…means a lot to
me.” He says after being silent for 45 seconds.
“I’ll
talk to him. I’m sure we’ll find a solution.”
“No,
we don’t need a solution. I need the TRUTH.”
“Haaarm!”
But
it’s already too late. He’s gone, to chase the truth once
again. Unbelievable. My day just went south. I didn’t even
think that that was possible. Over the next few hours, I try to
reason with Sturgis and try not to worry about Harm, he’s still
gone wherever he went to.
Finally, after what seemed like
eternity (damn that word) to me, Harm came back on board, of course
having found proof of his innocence. As always, my knight in shining
armor, indestructible. I’m standing on the weather deck, just
looking out at the ocean around us. I still wonder how something so
beautiful and peaceful can turn to a stormy sea in just a matter of
seconds.
I feel his presence. I know he’s been standing
there for quite some time now. I wonder what he’s up to.
Slowly, I turn to face him.
“Hey.”
“Hey
yourself.”
We just stand there. Looking at each other…he
hasn’t looked at me like this since…
“When
you look at me that way...what do you see?” I whisper, more out
of memory than for him to hear it. But he does. I can see it in his
eyes. That’s going to be interesting.
“I see…a
desirable woman.” So he does remember...
“And I
see… a man who’s so afraid to lose control.”
“In
my world, you lose control, you die.”
So here we are
again. I feel the tears running down my cheeks. Damn it. How can he
do this to me? Why does he hold such power over me?
“Mac
– Sarah.”
I have no idea why he is suddenly so
near, brushing my tears away with his thumb. He isn’t supposed
to do this, he’s supposed to turn and leave, to run away yet
again. Can we please get it just over with? I don’t know how
much more of this I can take.
“Harm.”
Our
faces are mere inches apart. His lips are so close to mine. I can
feel his breath on my face. I’m at a loss as to what to do or
feel. My control over the situation has once again slipped away. Damn
it. I close my eyes and then I feel it. His lips on mine, gently but
passionately. I’m still thinking about resisting and slapping
him when I feel my own body betray me and respond to his kiss.
But
oh my, what a kiss. Full of longing and tenderness, I knew that he’s
a great kisser, but it feels so much better being kissed without any
outside influences, like a mistletoe...
His lips feel so
perfect on mine. Oh my godness, he is, he is actually deepening the
kiss!
Slowly but reluctantly we break apart, breathing
heavily, although I guess panting would be the correct description.
What a day.
“Who are you und what have you done with my
flyboy?”
Stunned he looks at me, raising his eyebrow. I
did NOT really say *that* out loud, now did I? Great, scare him off,
go ahead MacKenzie!
“Your flyboy, huh?”
“Well,
I…uhm…you know…it’s…”
I
give up on my rambling explanation, I couldn’t explain it
anyway nor do I want to. The Marines taught me that the best defense
is a good offense. Well, time to prove it. My hands sneak their way
up his back and before he knows what’s going on, my lips are on
his, *again*. It takes just a few seconds for him to regain his
composure and he responds to my kiss. Did I mention that he’s a
great kisser?? His hands travel up and down my spine and then one of
his hands is tangling with my hair. He’s giving me goose bumps.
Never, ever in my life did something feel so good…so…so
right. When we stop kissing he takes a step backwards and cradles my
face in his hands.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful
you are?”
I expected a lot of things he could say but
this…this…I don’t know what to say. He’s
looking me straight in the eye, no room for misunderstandings and
then he smiles at me. Not his cocky 1000-watt-flyboy-smile, no this
one is so tender, so full of…, nah, it couldn’t be,
could it? But well, it’s like his eyes are smiling too. I have
never, ever seen this particular smile of his and I have seen *many*
over the years.
I close my eyes, as I am sure that this is
one of *those* dreams and any second my alarm will go off and I will
be alone again.
“Sarah, you ok?”
I open my
eyes, he’s still there and obviously I’m still here too.
Okay, so this is not a dream…NOT A DREAM????
“Harm?”
I whisper.
“I’m here, Marine and I’m not
going anywhere.”
“Oh Harm!”
I throw
myself at him and he embraces me. I snuggle my head against his
shoulder. He’s brushing a lock of my hair behind my ear,
swaying us slightly as if dancing to a music only he can hear. I
never, ever want to leave this place again. We fit perfectly, it just
feels so right to be in his arms. A million questions are running
through my mind and I have somehow lost the ability to voice them or
even think coherently.
“What…?” Is the
only thing I’m capable to voice, great. He just chuckles and
quickly kisses my forehead.
“I love you, Sarah.”
As
if that was an explanation…wait…WHAT did he just say?
He LOVES me? ME?
“You…you love me?”
“Yes,
I do.”
“I love you too, Harm.”
When
he registers my words, his eyes light up. Could it really be that all
this time he was as insecure about my feelings as I was of his?? Oh
boy, we do make quite a pair. Top lawyers not able to see what’s
right in front of them. I can feel the happiness consuming me. Yup,
I’m very, very in love with a certain sailor.
What a
day, who would have thought that losing control could turn out so
good? I promise I’m not going to complain anymore when things
spiral out of control.
What a day.