TWO DAYS LATER

PATIO AT JAG HQ

 

Mac was seated alone finishing up her lunch when Harm walked up.

 

“Hey stranger.” He sat.  “Missed you the past couple of days.”

 

“Really.” Was all she said.

 

He noted her reserve.  “There a problem?”

 

“What makes you think there’s a problem?” She replied as she began cleaning up the evidence of lunch.

 

“Well take your attitude now.”

 

She paused.  “Did you come over here for a reason?”

 

“Yes! I miss you. I miss us. What’s going on?” he pressed.

 

“This is not the time and place for this.” She stood.

 

He stood as well. “Now EXACTLY the time and the place. We don’t see each other but for work and even then it’s strained.”

 

She glanced around to see if any one was observing them.  “I have told you more than once that I was not happy with what we had evolved into.  You never wanted to hear me out on the topic. In a nut shell you were happy I was not.”

 

“It’s him isn’t it?” He accused.

 

She sighed and sat, he mirrored her action. “Harm I needed more than what we had become.  We had degenerated into sex only.   I wanted more. You did not. It was unfair to both of us.”

 

“Then it is him.” He realized.  “Why didn’t you say something?”

 

“I gave up trying.”

 

“Mac …” He hesitated as he began to realize the damage done. “I… I love you.”  She stared at him in shock.  “I DO!” He emphasized.  “I don’t want to loose you. I suspect that I may have already but I must believe that it is not too late to do the right thing.”

 

“I don’t know what to say.” She was flabbergasted.

 

“Say you’ll marry me.”

 

“Excuse me?” The shocks were coming in fast and furious. “I think you need help.”

 

“Marry me.” He repeated.

 

“No.” she was firm.

 

“Look think about this and while you do hold on to this.”  He opened a small box and showed her an exquisite engagement ring. “It belonged to my father’s grandmother and has been passed down to you.”

 

“I can’t take this!” She insisted, “I just said told you no.”

 

He scoffed “Of course you can. I trust you not to pawn it.” He grinned and stood.  “Just remember I love you and given a chance I’ll do right by you.”

 

Mac shook her head as he walked away. Harm had his own sense of reality and he hadn’t heard a word she said.

 

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2030 LOCAL

MAC’S APARTMENT

 

“Mac.” Anton called for the umpteenth time.

 

“Mmmm sorry you were saying?” She replied.

 

“Forget what I was saying you’re not here with me. What’s wrong!” he asked.

 

She was about to say nothing but decided to tell him.  “Harm asked me to marry him today.”

 

He tensed.  “And?”

 

She stood and walked to the window. “And nothing I told him no.”

 

“You did?”

 

“I did.” She emphasized. “I realized that I had moved on and that I love you. Speaking with him and seeing his efforts to get me back just crystallized the feelings.”

 

He joined her at the window and slipped his arms around her. She leaned back against him. It just felt right. He kissed her neck. “It must have been awkward.”

 

“It was hell.”

 

“Are you really over this? Him?”

 

She turned in his arms. “Yes.” She said simply and kissed him.

 

“Marry me.” He proposed.

 

“And face that … that... “ She searched for a word.

 

“Indian bazaar?” he supplied.

 

“You said it not me.”

 

“OK how about the Shiva Convent.” He offered.

 

“Ah! And become a sister?” She grinned and pulled him closer.

 

“Yeah.” He breathed.

 

“Yes.” She accepted and kissed him.

 

FINIS

 

 

Title: Torn

Author: Rising Sun

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Rated: R
Summary: Mac meets a man worthy of her love; but what of Harm?

Classification: JAG Story

Disclaimer: JAG characters portrayed her belong to others. No 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 7 – 12, 2002

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