Disclaimer: I'm sick of writing these, but it's the same as the last
chapters.
Mac's POV
Mac sat on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, but still shivering uncontrollably. Her various cuts had all been washed up, but she still felt terrible.
"How am I going to explain to Harm? I can't believe I thought this was the way out." she thought.
Absently she began shredding a tiny piece of paper she had found in her pocket.
Harm's POV
Harm stood about a metre away from the bed, watching Mac.
"Why would she do something like that? Did she think that no one cared about her?" noticing that she was systematically ripping a piece of paper from her pocket, he walked over to her and gently took it from her.
General POV
She looked at his face in surprise.
"You might be wanting that later," he told her, looking at the phone number now only partially visible on it.
"Why did you stop me?" she asked him without expression.
He looked at her, confused, "From ripping up that little piece of paper?"
She took a shuddering breath, "No, from jumping off the ship."
Harm chose his words carefully; if she did not feel the same as him, then there was no point in upsetting her. "Because I care about you a great deal, Mac. You are the best friend I have ever had, and I want to be there for you, just not at your funeral."
Mac looked at up at his handsome face, mentally contemplating on whether or not to say those three small, but possibly life-changing words- 'I love you.'
He stared at her and quietly said, "What did you say?"
"Did I say that aloud?" she asked, just as quietly. "Harm, I can explain."
"Yes, you did, and you don't need to explain.I never thought that you would feel the same as me." he trailed off.
Mac carefully looked at him, as he leaned in closer to her. His lips touched hers as he gently kissed her. (A/N:!!!!!!!!!!!! + shippery sigh)
They parted and looked at each other for a moment.
"I'm glad we did that, it settled a lot of things for me.between us," Mac said, she was no longer shivering, but in the arms of Harm, where she felt warm and safe.
Harm stroked her face, carefully avoiding her painful cuts and bruises.
"Well, my mum (A/N: and NO! I will not change it to the American spelt "mom" it makes me cringe!) will be pleased to know that we finally worked things out. Come to think of it, so will a lot of other people." Mac sighed contentedly.
Mac's POV
Mac sat on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, but still shivering uncontrollably. Her various cuts had all been washed up, but she still felt terrible.
"How am I going to explain to Harm? I can't believe I thought this was the way out." she thought.
Absently she began shredding a tiny piece of paper she had found in her pocket.
Harm's POV
Harm stood about a metre away from the bed, watching Mac.
"Why would she do something like that? Did she think that no one cared about her?" noticing that she was systematically ripping a piece of paper from her pocket, he walked over to her and gently took it from her.
General POV
She looked at his face in surprise.
"You might be wanting that later," he told her, looking at the phone number now only partially visible on it.
"Why did you stop me?" she asked him without expression.
He looked at her, confused, "From ripping up that little piece of paper?"
She took a shuddering breath, "No, from jumping off the ship."
Harm chose his words carefully; if she did not feel the same as him, then there was no point in upsetting her. "Because I care about you a great deal, Mac. You are the best friend I have ever had, and I want to be there for you, just not at your funeral."
Mac looked at up at his handsome face, mentally contemplating on whether or not to say those three small, but possibly life-changing words- 'I love you.'
He stared at her and quietly said, "What did you say?"
"Did I say that aloud?" she asked, just as quietly. "Harm, I can explain."
"Yes, you did, and you don't need to explain.I never thought that you would feel the same as me." he trailed off.
Mac carefully looked at him, as he leaned in closer to her. His lips touched hers as he gently kissed her. (A/N:!!!!!!!!!!!! + shippery sigh)
They parted and looked at each other for a moment.
"I'm glad we did that, it settled a lot of things for me.between us," Mac said, she was no longer shivering, but in the arms of Harm, where she felt warm and safe.
Harm stroked her face, carefully avoiding her painful cuts and bruises.
"Well, my mum (A/N: and NO! I will not change it to the American spelt "mom" it makes me cringe!) will be pleased to know that we finally worked things out. Come to think of it, so will a lot of other people." Mac sighed contentedly.