Title: Harm and Mac Songbook: For My Broken Heart

Author: Rising Sun

Rated: PG (NC-17 version available)

Classification: Angst

Summary: Someone dies. Who?

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:

Reba McEntire sings "For My Broken Heart"

Feedback: Would be nice.

Author's note: The HMS series is written in a manner that allows for each story to be read as a self-contained story or as part of an arc. This story is part of a potential quartet:

· HMS22a: Honey

· HMS22b: Turn! Turn! Turn!

· HMS22c: For My Broken Heart

· HMS22d: How Do I Live

Story Written September 2001

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IT IS THE YEAR 2016 (SEPTEMBER)

FRIDAY

1111 LOCAL

REAR ADMIRAL HARMON DAVID RABB JR's OFFICE

WASHINGTON DC

The phone rang and jerked Harm back to reality he had been daydreaming AGAIN about his favorite subject ... Mac. After fifteen years of marriage he still had the hots for the Marine.

"Rabb here." He answered... he listened ... he hung up.

He grabbed his briefcase and headed out the door. On his way he made one stop. "Lopez I am out for the rest of the day. See you Monday. If you need me - don't call."

"Aye sir!" The Petty Officer replied.

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1307 LOCAL

RABB RESIDENCE

"Hi honey I'm home!" Harm called.

Mac emerged. "Hey sailor. Give me two seconds to hide my lover then come back." She kissed him.

"Not funny Mac not funny."

"Well how does a girl on holiday respond to that greeting of Hi Honey I'm Home!" She countered.

"We alone?" He asked.

"Harm! You rogue! " She made an assumption "Yes we are alone." She moved up close to him.

He held her close and whispered in her ear. Her legs threatened to give way and he held her even tighter. She began to sob. "Another Harm? How many deaths can this family stand? Why didn't they call me directly?"

"I guess the news that your Uncle Matt had died was not something they wanted to dish out cold to you."

"Who they? Are there details?"

"As far as I can tell." He moved them to the sofa. "Matt was a member of a Cemetery Club they will make all the arrangements for the funeral as per his instructions. They are now notifying next of kin. That's you." Harm explained.

"Do we know when or even where the funeral is?" Mac asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon. Edison New Jersey." Harm replied.

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There were no angry words at all

As we carried boxes down the hall

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1618 LOCAL

RC CHURCH

EDISON NEW JERSEY

Harm and Mac had decided to attend the funeral alone and so left their children with the Roberts family.

The funeral was a sober, official and respectful affair. The priest spoke, friends eulogized and the choir sang.

Not so the after funeral event.

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1942 LOCAL

THE "A" PUB

EDISON NEW JERSEY

The O'Hara's like the MacKenzie's were descendants of the Irish. No self-respecting Irish man was sent to meet his maker without the necessary send off! The noise in the Bar was horrific as every one spoke at the same time even when tribute was being made. Mac could believe the people who knew her Uncle they had been coming up to her all night and regaling her with stories of Matt.

"I could not believe it when I heard Matt had stolen. STOLEN mind you not borrowed the Deceleration of Independence!" Shamus bellowed.

"Shamus you should be called Thomas! You never believed any thing you have been told. Do you know that when he was granted citizenship to the USA he didn't believe it?" The pub howled in laughter.

Danny piped up. "The man was a Marine Colonel! Never mind what Shamus and Uncle Sam say the man was a hero of the people. Imagine if you will stealing the damn thing. This is a man who had seen wars and rumors of wars, come out champion in some great bar fights..."

"Some of them right here!" A woman yelled.

"Remember the last one!" Estelle started. "There we were minding our own business when..."

"Aye." Danny interrupted by agreeing. "Now who among the lot of you would have bet money that the man would have died of a heart attack!!"

"In his bed no less!" The voice was thick.

"Now a split head I could understand!" Another voice added.

"Yeah like the one last week." Estelle started again "There we were minding our own business when..."

Shamus stood up. "Silence!! I say Silence." He never got it. He never noticed. "A toast to the best man a friend ever had."

Danny corrected him "The best friend a man ever had."

"That too."

"That too!" The pub toasted.

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2359 LOCAL

THE "A" PUB

EDISON NEW JERSEY

Harm and Mac had finally left when it became obvious that the shindig had got its second wind and was preparing to continue to the next St Patrick's Day.

No one missed them.

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Clocks still tickin, life goes on

Radio still plays a song

As I try to put my scattered thoughts in place

And it takes all the strength I've got

To stumble to the coffee pot

The first of many lonely mornings I've got to face

You call to see if I'm ok

Look out the window and I just say

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0900 LOCAL, SUNDAY

MATT O'HARA's HOUSE

EDISON NEW JERSEY

"Jamais deux sans trios that is what David had said." Mac repeated.

"I know I heard him."

"No more death Harm. My heart can't take it. Mat was more than an Uncle to me he was the father I didn't have. He dried me out got me into the Marine Corp. Hell I'm a Major General not mention JAG

BECAUSE OF THAT MAN! And now he's GONE!" She wailed.

"I know I know." Is all Harm could say. In the last nine months three members of their family had died when would it end. Would it end? "What do you want to do?"

She inhaled deeply. "I suppose we had to clear out this place. The house is Matt's we'll deal with that later but the Cemetery Club have boxed most of the stuff we can deal with the odd and ends."

"You sure?" He was concerned.

"It has to be done."

He nodded. They began.

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Last night I prayed the Lord my soul to keep

Then I cried myself to sleep

So sure life wouldn't go on without you

But oh this sun is blinding me

As it wakes me from the dark

I guess the world didn't stop

For my broken heart

THE END