Title: Harm and Mac Songbook: It Must Be Him
Author: Rising Sun
E-mail: jag@lucianstuff.every1.net
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Rated: PG
Classification: JAG Story/Angst
Summary: Set just after Boomerang can Mac pick up the pieces?
Disclaimer: JAG characters portrayed belong to JAG, CBS and Paramount Television. No copyright infringement intended. All other characters depicted are purely fictional and any similarities to actual
people are purely coincidental.
Performing in this saga:
Vicky Carr off the CD Moonstruck Soundtrack sings, "It must be him"
Feedback: If you want.
Story Written - 2001
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I tell myself what's done is
done
I tell myself don't be a fool
Play the field have a lot of fun
It's easy when you play it -
cool
I tell myself don't be a chump
That's when the phone rings
And I jump
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Mac returned home to the U.S. after that fiasco they called a vacation. Rejected by Harm and suddenly there she was with Mic's ring. If forced to in a court of law Mac would swear under oath her evil twin had switched places with her and she knew absolutely NOTHING about a ring from the
Australian.
The phone rang.
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And as I grab the phone I pray
It must be him
It must be him
Or I shall die
Oh I shall die
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She waited for the answering machine to trip. Why? Who knew? It was the weekend she needed all her faculties gathered before she went in on Monday.
It was Mic, long distance - not him.
"Where did that thought come from?" She mused as she refused to pick up.
"I am a basket case." She ruffled Jingo's ears. The ring caught the light and her breath caught.
"What a mess!"
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Oh hello hello - my dear God
It must be him
But it's not him
And then I die
That's when I die.
After a while I'm myself again
I pick the pieces off the floor
Put my heart on the shelf again
He'll never hurt me anymore
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"Suck it up Marine!" She told herself.
She contemplated the latest hand that life had dealt her.
Harm had had his chance and declined. Lord knows Mic had been tracking her like some bloodhound from his first day at work. Maybe it was time to really give this ring thing the benefit of the doubt. Who knew? Love had sprouted in rockier ground.
She felt better at the pseudo decision.
The phone rang.
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I'm not a puppet on a string
I'll find somebody else some day
That's when the phone rings
And I jump
And once again I start to pray.
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As before she waited for the answering machine to trip. She REALLY was in no mood for chitchat.
It was the mechanic saying the car was ready for collection it was not im.
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Let it please be him oh dear God
It must be him
Or I shall die
Oh I shall die
Oh hello hello - my dear God
It must be him
But it's not him
And then I die
That's when I die.
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She dropped her head in her hands. The familiar thumping of a headache was manifesting.
Jingo licked her.
At least one male loves me she grimaced.
The End.