Author: Erk
Subject: Poetic Justice -- May Challenge

Title: Poetic Justice

I know, this is a day late and a dollar short, but it just came to me. I haven‘t been posting too much, but the boards have been a little slow, so I thought I would throw it out there anyway! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I surely don’t own JAG, or CBS, but I do have a pack of gum in my car! All mistakes are mine, no beta, sorry.




“HARMON RABB!”

Running through the door of the bathroom Harm pants, “What, what is it? Is everything all right?”

“All right? All right? Are you kidding? GUM! You gave our two-year-old daughter gum. GUM, Harm.”

Quizzically, Harm asks, “You are this upset about gum? What’s the big deal?”

“BIG DEAL? The big deal is that when she was done she stuck it in the closest spot. Since we were hugging at the time, that place was MY HAIR!” Turning around I show him the wad of gum that is tangled securely into my hair.

His eyes bug out for only a second. Then, he states, “Peanut butter.”

“What?”

Nodding his head confidently he says, “You can get gum out of your hair with peanut butter.”

“You’re not serious,” I caustically throw at him.

“I’ll be right back.” With that he turns and runs out of the bathroom.

He returns a minute later with the jar of peanut butter and a butter knife. What does he plan on doing? Spreading it out on my hair? I am getting a little nervous…

After 10 minutes of this I am about to go insane.

“Mac, could you quit fidgeting?”

“I AM not fidgeting,” I snap.

“Well than what do you call it?” He really is trying to be nice, but come on, it is his fault I have gum in my hair to begin with. Who gives a two-year-old gum? Okay, so I have given her gum a couple times, too, but I have never let her run around the house with it! And now, thanks to HIM, I not only have gum in my hair, but I smell like PEANUT BUTTER!

I have had enough of this, “Never mind, Harm. Thanks for trying.”

“Let me call Harriet. I bet she knows how to get gum out.”

He darts our of the room and I start cleaning the peanut butter our of my hair. UGH! Just as I finish getting most of the peanut butter out Harms struts back in with a cup of ice and a smile.

Holding up the cup he says, “Harriet says ice.”

“Ice?”

“Yeah, something about freezing the gum, then it will come right out.”

I shoot him the most incredulous look.

“Just let me try.”

“Fine,” I huff as I sit back down on the toilet seat.

Marines are lots of things, but patient is not one of them. He better hurry up.

“I’m sorry, Mac. My fingers are starting to go numb and this damn piece of gum isn’t going anywhere.” He comes around to face me with that sad please-don’t-hate-me look. “How about I take you down to the salon and treat you to a new do?”

No woman could maintain anger against that look. “Fine, I was thinking about going back to short hair anyway.”

He leans in and gives me the sweetest kiss. I will take all the gum in the world in my hair for one of those kisses. “I will go get our girl and then we can go,” he says.

“Wait one second, mister.”

“What?” he asks puzzled.

I wave the scissors around. “I am not stepping foot into a salon with gum in my hair. Cut it out.”

He chops out the gum and hands me back the scissors. “Are you kidding?” I ask sarcastically.

“What now?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to a salon with gum in my hair, and I am not going like this either.” He just stares at me, MEN! “Harm, one side of my hair is three inches longer than the other. Could you at least trim it up a little?”

After fifteen minutes of cutting I have decided that I should have gone with uneven hair.

“Are you even now?” he asks handing me a mirror.

“Not even close! Give me the scissors,” I say, yanking them out of his hand.

An hour later, I step out of the salon to see Harm and our daughter sharing some ice cream. He is so good with her; I have to be the luckiest woman alive. He looks up, notices me, and freezes.

“You don’t like it?” I ask nervously.

“Are you kidding? You look, wow. You look gorgeous.” I can feel myself blushing.

As he starts to stand up our lovely daughter dumps ice cream all down the front of him. “Sorry,” she says giving him his own please-don’t-hate-me look.

“Ahhh, poetic justice,” I giggle. “Now, now we’re even.”