Title: Oh Come Ye, Oh Come Ye

Author: Carrie

Rating: GS

Author’s Notes: Picks up after dinner at the end of All Ye Faithful

Prompts: Three for the price of one!

For LisaJAG who wanted Harm and Mac to have a stolen moment (or minutes) away from their friends after the dinner scene in All Ye Faithful. What is Harm's reaction to Mac's message on the cell? Does he hear her anxiety for his safety? Does Mac let him have it for scaring her? Perhaps they get caught under the mistletoe too? Just throwing it out there because I've always LOVED that sigh of relief on Mac's face when he walks through the door.

And for JDP(Jackie)Harm and Mac Rabb forever who said: "I have to agree, the first thing I thought of was "All Ye Faithful" and how it felt incomplete. Maybe someone could complete that to include the shipper moments we didn't get."

And for William who said, "O.K. , speaking of Christmas , for my wish, I would like to see a continuation of the ending we got in " All Ye Faithful." How did Harm tell Mac about how he didn't have his wings , the way that episode was played out , it seemed that Harm & Mac were already each other's significant other. The way Mac seemed so concerned about Harm , and the relief she expressed when he walked through that door. I would like to have seen what occurred after Harm & Mac left the Roberts' house . Would they have gone to the wall together? It seems the possibility of expanding the episode to include their Christmas would be great."


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2123 Zulu
Roberts Residence
Falls Church, Virginia


“I got your messages.”

Mac looked up from washing the dishes to see Harm lounging against the door frame, wine glass dangling between his fingers. He took a final sip before setting it next to the rest that needed washing.

Swallowing nervously, Mac continued to soap up the dishes, ignoring the warm tingly feeling deep inside her when he came up next to her. Finally, she spoke. “I was nervous about you. We were all having so much fun and it just…it felt wrong that you weren’t there.”

“Nobody asked about me?” Harm questioned, smiling.

“No,” Mac chuckled, reaching over to take the dish from him, their fingers briefly touching. She gulped at the spark. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. She wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way.

An eyebrow rising at her tense reaction, Harm slipped his hand into the soapy water, running his fingers back over hers. A ha! Another tense. “Oh Mac thanks for doing this! I can’t believe you volunteered,” Harriet chattered, setting a few more wine glasses next to the sink. She looked up at Harm, smiling. “Oh and sir it’s so wonderful that you could get here. We’re thrilled.”

“I had a great time,” Harm said, keeping his fingers on Mac’s beneath the soapy bubbles. “Thank you for inviting me.”

There was some strange vibe going on in her kitchen, Harriet thought, looking around for the source. Her eyes landed on Harm’s left hand beneath the bubbles, then they glanced over to see Mac’s right hand also hidden from sight. Bingo. The source of the vibe.

Clearing her throat, she simply gestured to the door, scampering back into the living room. “Oh my God,” she rattled out, rushing over to Bud. “Guess who’s in the kitchen?”

“Who?” Bud asked, eyes wide.

How could she explain this to him? “Harm and Mac,” she whispered. “They’re doing the dishes.”

“Oh I should go help.”

“You go in there and I’ll beat you with your cane.”

Okay, maybe he shouldn’t go in the kitchen. Bud turned around, more confused than ever. “But what…Harriet why…?”

“Shh!” She rushed back into the kitchen, peeking at them once more, noticing that their heads were bent together, both of them obviously deep in conversation.

This had to work.

Meanwhile, Mac was trying not to push Harm down on the floor and have her beastie way with him. “So I take it you had fun flying?”

“Well we hit a weather balloon. Kind of freaked us out somewhat. Then I might end up having my wings taken away because Tom Boone and I deviated from the flight plan to help out the Toys for Tots caravan.”

“Lose your wings?” Mac demanded, instantly looking at the odd bare spot above the fruit salad on his chest. “Why?”

“Captain didn’t like me.”

Somewhat relieved, Mac looked back at the sink. “That makes one more Captain on a long list who don’t like you. You’d better slow down Harm or the entire United States Navy is going to be out to get you.”

“What about the Marine Corps?” Harm asked, laughing.

“Well you know I’ll always be there,” Mac said, drying off the last glass. Huh, the way she heard it sounded a lot less humorous than in her head. She cocked a hip, glancing back at him. “Will you?”

“Yes,” Harm replied instantly, squeezing her hand once more. He smiled down at her, noticing how her eyes almost melted to the consistency of chocolate.

Mac cleared her throat, pointing again at the bare spot on his chest. “So where are your wings?”

“Oh, I gave them to a young Lieutenant who couldn’t get his wings after graduating flight school. He had to leave early to be with a friend on suicide watch. I felt that wasn’t right so I gave him mine.”

There were times when she thought he was a Grinch on Christmas. Then there were times where unlike the Grinch, his heart wasn’t two sizes too small. It was ten sizes too big. Would that ever cease to amaze her?

“That was really nice of you,” she whispered, soaping up another dish.

A stiff silence settled over the kitchen once more. To break it, Harm took his turn at the throat clearing technique before he flashed another smile. “Have any plans for this evening?”

Being alone, Mac silently responded, continuing to stare into his eyes. They looked like little melted chips of ice. Or in another light they were almost evergreen. She cocked her head, smiling slowly. “Not really. I had planned on going back to my apartment, getting into my pajamas and staring at my Christmas tree.”

“Sounds like my plans. Except there was someone else there,” Harm whispered, drying his hands off. Once they were dry, he slipped his arms around her waist, tugging her towards him. It was a bold move, but one he was sure would get her attention.

Oh yeah, it caught her attention all right.

Blood rushed through her head, roaring in her ears. “Who?” she breathed, swallowing hard. All night she’d wondered if they’d end up like this. Hot looks over the table, feet brushing underneath the table. They’d acted as though nothing was up, but…it was like the past few months of flirting back and forth had finally come together this night.

“You,” Harm responded, lowering his lips to brush gently across hers. “I don’t want to be alone this Christmas Mac. I heard your messages. There’s something between us we can’t explain and I think tonight it’s all coming together.”

“I agree,” she breathed. Closing her eyes, Mac pressed her lips to his with a little more force, moaning softly when he responded.

Their arms snaked around each other, the kiss becoming more passionate with every passing second. Finally, they realized where they were. Harm pulled back first, smiling. “Let’s get out of here.”

“My place?” Mac suggested, playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. “I could have a fire going and we can…” she trailed off, looking up with a saucy smile, heat in her eyes. “Celebrate Christmas.”

“Good idea,” Harm whispered, capturing her lips with his once more. A couple minutes later they finally pulled apart, reluctantly walking into the living room. “Hey guys, we’re going to take off. I’ll see you Monday.”

“Yeah see you then,” Mac laughed, buttoning up her coat. She frowned at Harriet’s sly look. “What?”

“Uh, Marine?” Harm said, pointing at the door. “We’re stuck again.”

“Again?” Harriet demanded, eyes wide. “When did you get stuck before?”

Smirking, Mac turned her head back towards Harm. “Last year. Well I guess we have to stick to tradition Flyboy. Plant one on me.”

“Yes ma’am,” he responded, lowering his lips to hers. Slowly, they kissed, purposely putting on a show for their stunned friends. Seconds later Harm pulled back, flashing a grin at the group in the living room. “Bye.”

“Yeah bye, thanks!” Mac called out, giggling when Harm yanked her out the front door. Still laughing, they fell back against her car, kissing once more. “Oh that was fun. I didn’t know we’d out our relationship that fast.”

“Relationship?” Harm echoed.

Oh crap. She wrecked it. He was as good as gone. “Um, I meant…”

“I know what you meant,” he whispered, opened up her door. “Come on, I’ll meet you at your place.”

“Great. I’ll see you then,” she breathed, shutting the door herself. While she waited for him to back out of the driveway first, Mac tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, wondering where exactly they were going to end up.


Two Hours Later
Mac’s Apartment
Georgetown


“Wow.”

“I know.”

Harm rolled over to face her, propping his head up on his hand. “When I wanted to get back early this Christmas, this wasn’t quite what I had in mind. I just wanted to see you and have dinner with the Roberts'.”

“Well I’m glad you did come back in time,” Mac breathed, watching the fire flicker over his face, the light and shadows playing an intimate dance over their bodies. She pulled the blanket back up over her shoulders, pressing her cheek against his chest. “Harm, I have something to say to you and I don’t know how you’re going to take it.” She breathed deeply, her eyes locking with his. “Harm I’m in love with you. I’ve known it for awhile now and…and I think we’re both finally in a place when the other can reciprocate. Do you understand?”

God she was adorable. He nuzzled her nose with his, a wide grin on his face. “I think I do. By the way Mac, I’m in love with you too.”

“Oh,” she laughed, allowing him to roll her onto the floor. “Oh well that’s good.”

“Mac?”

“Yeah?”

“Say Merry Christmas. It’s midnight.”

She smiled widely, still not quite certain how her constant nagging that day managed to get her into his arms. If she’d have known that then immediately after her aborted wedding she would have put him back in a plane and repeatedly called him. Now here they were, lying in front of her fireplace, her Christmas tree twinkling its little lights over them.

Finally they’d said the words to each other that both had been waiting for. “Merry Christmas Harm,” she whispered, her arms tightening around his neck.

Harm brushed his lips feather-light over hers. “Merry Christmas Mac.”

After many years of waiting, Santa finally gave them what they really wanted for Christmas.

Each other.

THE END