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Rated: G
Summary: Mac’s POV
using commercials.
Spoilers: People vs
Rabb, Soul Searching, Goodbyes, JAG-A-THON
Classification:
Romance: Harm/Mac
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. That goes for all
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JAG debate for this commercial break
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Story written –
April 27, 2002
Spoilers: People vs
Rabb, Soul Searching, Goodbyes, JAG-A-THON
Getting
Harm off a charge of murder = $500.00 per hour.
Helping
him buy an SUV = $20,000.00
Taking
care of his plants = $0.00
Beating
him at JAG-A-THON = $0.00
Harm
saying I LOVE YOU = priceless
For
everything else there’s MasterCard.
We now return you
to the JAG list…
Title: Texas
Story written –
April 27, 2002
Harm and Mac were
chasing a killer. They had had to abandon their vehicle and follow the man on
foot through thick bush bordering on jungle.
“When this is done
I need me a steak.” Mac announced.
“You would.” Harm
chuckled. “What I’d like is a bath.”
“You’d need it.”
She replied.
“You trying to tell
me something Marine?”
They crested the
hill and suddenly there was the city.
Mac looked at the jungle behind her and the concrete jungle facing her
and drawled.
“Things are sure
different in Texas!”
Title: Ahhh...
the power of cheese (revisited)
Story written –
April 27, 2002
Mac and Sturgis entered her office where she was greeted
by a bouquet of roses. She read the card and smiled.
“Anyone I know?” Sturgis was dying of curiosity.
“Oh yes.” She teased.
“Not Harm!” He was truly shocked.
“Oh yes” She repeated.
“What did you put in his coffee?” he accused.
“I didn’t give him coffee.” She cooed, “I gave him
cheese.”
NARRATOR: Ahhh... the power of cheese.
STATIC
Story written May
2, 2002
AT THE MALL
Mac spotted the CIA
clone and headed straight for him hauling Harm all the way. She tapped the trench-coated man on the
shoulder. He turned.
Mac handed him
Harm’s cell phone “I’ve had it.” She said. “He’s been calling me all day about
gloves. I need your glove. My glove is to much for me there is enough for two
etc. etc. etc.”
“Static ma’am” the
man spoke in a flat tone.
“Damn straight. Fix
it!” She ordered.
“Sir.” The man
informed Harm “You need to change to Sprint.”
“That way she’ll
hear LOVE and not GLOVE?” he asked.
“Yes sir.” The man
continued in a monotone.
“Love?” She gasped.
“Four thousand
minutes for $39.99” The man campaigned.
“What price love?”
“Love?” Mac
repeated.