JAG/Alternate
Universe Challenge - Harm leaps into Captain Archer's body on the Enterprise,
but is arrested by Paramount guards, forcing him to leap into a Hawaiian PI's
body trying to find his way home. He notices a Navy uniform, but no JAG
designators, and is forced to leap again (this time by Universal guards),
discovering himself on Vella Lacava in 1944 surrounded by an odd dog and a
bunch of misfits flying Thunderbolts. When shot at by a Jap Betty, he leaps
into a helicopter pilot's chopper, panics, and finally manages to leap into
current time, where he finds himself in Mac's body. After thoroughly reviewing
the "real estate", he realizes he could never look at her with the
same heart-felt lust again, Harm crashes his fighter into the tallest building in
Afghanistan, a broken down one-story house.
Keep
him leaping see where it takes you.
Title: The Perfect Circle
Spoilers: Retreat, Hell, Capitol Crime, Yeah Baby
0834
LOCAL
JAG
HQ
Mac
strode into the Office of the Judge Advocate General to congratulate her
partner on being made the Acting JAG.
She paused at the door… “Hey…”
Harm
looked up and stared. Mac was standing at the threshold to the office in an
incredible floor length; sleeve less while evening gown that left no doubt that
Mac was all woman. She sauntered up to him. “It's gonna rain this afternoon.
It's perfect weather for making love.”
“Well
you oughta know, sweet thing.”
She
glided right up to him. “Harm? Harm?
What are you doing?” She no longer sounded sexy. She sounded worried.
He
concentrated and looked at her. He groaned she was in uniform. “Just checking.” He assured her as he
reached out to touch her Marine shirt.
“What
happened to your head?” She asked.
“The
Admiral's chair fell out from under me.” He explained.
“Are
you okay? You called me, sweet thing.” She accused.
“Why
would I say that?” He defended.
Mac
pressed “And what exactly was it I would know?”
He was about to reply when he felt giddy. He blacked out.
+ + +
“Captain!”
T’Pol said.
“Huh?”
Harm looked around. This was not JAG.
He stared at the woman (?) She sure as hell was not human. “Who are you he demanded!”
“Cut
communications.” The pointy eared being told an Asian woman.
Harm
did a three sixty turn about. Somehow
he knew he wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
“Sir?”
The Afro American sounded concerned.
They all looked concerned. He caught a glimpse of himself in one of the
reflective surfaces. THAT WAS NOT HIS
FACE!!!
“Where
am I?!” He tried to keep control of his emotions.
The
pointy-eared woman humored him. “I am T’Pol and you are Captain Jonathan Archer
of the USS Enterprise.”
Harm
laughed. “All right Bud! I get it! How you did it I don’t know but this is a
good one!”
T’Pol
hit the communicator “Doctor to the bridge.”
“I’m
on my way.” A cheerful voice came through.
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JAG
HQ
Mac
watched in horror has Harm slumped against the desk. “Haaarm!” She shouted.
Petty
Officer Tiner came running in at her call. “Ma’am?”
“Get
me an Ambulance ASAP!” She ordered as she tried to get Harm as comfortable as
she could. “Nice way to dodge a
question Rabb.” She muttered.
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It
was no longer funny. Some how this was reality. But how could it be? The route from the bridge to sickbay had shown
him that not only was it not JAG but it wasn’t the twenty first century either.
Suddenly
the ship rocked. “What the hell was
that?” Harm demanded.
“One
can only assume that the first contact did not go well with the Daxians.” Dr.
Flux said.
Harm
racked his brain for memories of Bud and his ramblings. First Contact that he understood. “Daxians?”
he asked.
“Oh
yes. I understand that they resemble
quite strongly centaurs of mythical earth.
Highly intelligent and excellent soldiers.” The Doctor described. “As I
said First Contact.”
“Get
me to the bridge.” Harm ordered.
“But
Captain…”
“Don’t
but Captain me!”
“Aye
sir.”
+ + +
“Captain
on the bridge!” Trip called out.
“As
you were.” Harm said and remembered his CO.
“Report!”
“Hoshie”
T’Pol indicated.
The
young woman looked nervous. Harm smiled
and nodded his encouragement.
“The
Daxians are demanding an apology and that the shot was just encouragement.” She
announced.
“Apology
for what!” Harm demanded.
“Logic
dictates that it must be for the abrupt manner in which we terminated the
conversation.” T’Pol surmised.
“Logic!
Of course you’re a Vulcan… Spock!” Harm was happy to get a reference point.
“T’Pol.”
She corrected. “Yes I am Vulcan.”
“Sorry.”
Harm was contrite. “Hoshie hail the Daxians.”
He felt giddy and staggered.
“Sir!”
Hoshie cried out as he fell.
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The
car swerved.
“Thomas!”
A leggy blonde screamed.
Harm
assessed the situation in one and grappled to control the Ferrari. It felt great to be in the sports car. He
missed his corvette something awful. He
pulled the car to a stop in a secluded area.
“Oh
Thomas.” The blonde sighed and reached for him. Harm needed no further encouragement. The kiss she gave him was full of promise of wonderful things to
come until he heard a growl.
Standing
at the door to the car were two nasty looking Dobermans. That they didn’t like him that much was
obvious.
He
stared at them and they back at him.
“Magnum!”
It was amazing how much contempt an Englishman was able to put in a single
word. “If you must entertain do not do so in public.”
“Hi
Higgins!” The blonde waved. Higgins
ignored her.
“Well
if you control Mutt and Jeff here…”
The
man sighed heavily and called. “Zeus! Apollo! Heel!” the two dogs reluctantly
moved away.
Harm
and the blonde got out and with her leading (thank heaven) they headed for his
apartment. As they walked he admired
the view and thanked heaven for the female of the species.
He
felt what was now a familiar sensation of giddiness he stumbled.
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Now
this body he at least had an acquaintance with. Sturgis and Mac were in her
office and she had closed the office door and said, “Because I'm in love with
him.”
Harm now in Sturgis’ body didn’t know what to say.
“Did I say that? You have to keep that to yourself.” She looks as shocked as he felt. “OK” He manages to say. “I mean it Sturgis” “So do I.” “Harm can not know this!” She was almost begging. “Don’t worry he won’t find out from me.” Harm told her and stood to leave. “But you will have to tell him one day.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe on a death bed.” No!!! He thought he wanted to know more!!! He stumbled.
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The
perspective was funny. Something wasn’t right.
He looked down and saw paws.
Paws? He trotted around Mac’s apartment… trotted? And spotted himself in
a mirror and groaned. He was in Jingo.
He spotted Chloe and snuggled up to her.
Voices were coming from the other room and as the girl scratched his ear
they listened. The front door closed.
Chloe
entered the room and Jingo/Harm followed.
"I think I
understand now why you can't marry my dad. You're in love with Harm."
Harm’s attention
was riveted on the two. Was he the only one who didn’t know? Poor Mac she looked sad. He remembered the
scene. It was the night he came to tell Mac that he had had the operation and
was returning to flying. Now it made sense as to why her reaction had mirrored
that of Jordan’s.
Chloe was speaking
again. "Are you sad because Harm might leave JAG?"
"Were you eavesdropping?" "It's a small apartment." Chloe defended. Mac confessed, "I don't what I'm feeling." Chloe: "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you should now that Harm's in love with you too." I am! I am! He said but all they heard was Woof! Woof! Mac reminded her "Harm has a girlfriend." Chloe got philosophical "A woman can sense this kind of thing." "Oh, really?" That amused Mac. "Yes, really" and then she launched into a children's song a version of one … "Harm and Mac sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
Harm
felt relief as the indictor for a move manifested.
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Harm
found himself in a chick fest. Mac, Bobbie Latham and himself in who he had no
idea, but the conversation was in full flight.
“Let ME guess, that
was another one of your Caribbean Grandmother’s sayings.” Mac sneered.
“Caribbean it may
but accurate it is.” Bobbie conceded. “Women like Harm but Harm likes Mac.”
“I’d like to ring
his neck.” Mac retorted. “What!” She
demanded as she spotted Bobbie’s wide grin.
Bobbie chose to
answer by addressing Harm. “I said that to him once… long time ago. I said. Women like you Harm… Mac likes you.
Know what he said? He said she’d like to ring my neck.”
Harm grinned.
Mac waived her
finger at him. “Don’t say a word.”
“Who me? Never!” He
swore. He was only too glad that he wasn’t walking. The heels this body was wearing were lethal!
He jumped.
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He
was with a group of people. He took a quick recon of the place. He was getting
used to this. The banner said JAGfest
2002. The debate was raging over Harm and Mac. He did a double take.
“But
the pathetic way that two lawyers cannot express their feelings is ridiculous!”
one person said.
A
man added “Boomerang was classic!”
“Yes
I particularly enjoyed AJ’s non judicial solution to Harm and Mic’s breaking of
Bud’s jaw. Bud was right they were
fighting over Mac. The case was just a backdrop for that play.” A third said.
“Then
there was the ferry.” He smiled.
“Ferry
times two.” She groaned.
“Grrr!”
another replied, “Ever heard of Parallel Hearts? You see on TNG there is
Commander William Riker and Counselor Deanna Troi while on JAG there is
Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. and Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie. Regardless of the show every one I mean
everyone knows they belong together except of course them.”
“Do
it or don’t do it but for God’s sake take a stand Harm!” someone lamented.
“The
latest of course is Ma’s line: Don’t be gentle be good!” someone pointed out.
He
leaped.
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BETHESDA
NAVAL HOSPITAL
He
was looking at himself and he didn’t look good.
Bud
entered the room. “How is he m’am?”
“Not
good.” He bluffed. He recognized that voice! It was Mac’s he was in Mac! He was
standing and he knew that Mac wore heels. He’d have to navigate.
He
was in Mac he relished the thought. He
needed to know did she really love him? He searched.
Bud
was watching Mac; she looked distracted.
“He’ll be all right ma’am the Commander is a fighter.”
“I
am?” he replied. “I mean he is he is.” He moved to the window and stumbled but
he didn’t leap it was Mac’s shoes, he wasn’t used to navigating in two inch
heeled shoes. She called this
comfortable?
“Ma’am?”
Bud was alarmed.
“I’m
ok Bud.” He assured the junior officer.
He
looked out the window and Bud settled into a chair next to the bed. He searched Mac’s heart and soul and found
that it was true. The love she felt for
him was overwhelming. A tear rolled
down his/her cheek. He’d hurt her so much!
He
vowed to do right by her if he ever managed to get back to his body.
His
head hurt, he felt giddy and he stumbled.
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“My
head hurts.” Harm groaned.
“And
so it should. You hit it quite hard.” He heard Mac say. He opened his eyes and
he drowned in her brown eyes.
“Hey
sweet thing.”
“Bud
get the doctor.” Mac ordered.
“Yes
ma’am” Bud hurried out.
“Ah
so we pick up from where we left off? And what exactly was it I would know?”
“Oh
no. We start afresh. I’m sick of this
dance. Once I’m out of here I’m staying
put. Right by your side.”
Her
eyes widened.
“I
know if you’d known you’d have taken a club to my head a long time ago.”
FINIS
Title: The
Perfect Circle
Author: Rising Sun
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Rated: PG-13
Summary: Harm takes
a hit to the head and all the marbles finally line up!
Classification:
JAG Story/Adventure/Romance: Harm/Mac
Spoilers:
Retreat, Hell, Capitol Crime, Yeah Baby
Disclaimer:
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copyright infringement intended. All
other characters depicted are purely fictional and any similarities to actual
people are purely coincidental.
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Story written May
5, 2002