A/N: So, this one is based on Miracles—the episode where Harm defends the man who claims a dead navy chaplain led him to his injured wife. This is also the episode that features Harm, Rene, Mic, and Mac out on a double date. Mic and Mac are canoodling and the look on Harm's face…and Rene sees it…

You might remember it being part of Once Upon a Smutty Night...well, I think it's going to get too long for that. So, here it is in a separate story.

Miracles

Chapter 1: Un

Mac's POV

I squirm as Mic rubs his hand up my thigh, stopping in a most indecent spot. I hate it when he does this sort of thing in public; I've told him numerous times that it makes me uncomfortable, but he can't seem to help himself. I try to discreetly brush his hand aside and he eventually moves it, but not before pressing his fingers into me. It makes me blush with embarrassment and anger, and with a glance I can tell Harm knows what Mic did. Mic's arm goes around my shoulders and I have to will myself to relax.

It's awkward, this double date with Harm and Rene, and I wonder what possessed me to agree to it. The conversation has been stilted and more than once I've felt Harm's disapproving gaze on me. I'm sure he's even more uncomfortable than I am, watching Mic fawn over me. My fiancé is laying it on thick tonight and I rather feel like a hunk of meat that two dogs are fighting over. But then, Harm doesn't eat meat…

Okay, that was a weird thought…ugh, this evening is never going to end. The Roches have been delayed once again and we really have run out of things to talk about. I decide to ask Rene about her next project when Mic's arm around my shoulders goes lower on my back. Here we go again…

There's going to be another argument between us tonight, I just know it.

Actually, I've known for a while that there's going to be a fight; earlier, as Mic whispered in my ear about finally going topless for him at the beach, I glanced over at Harm while Mic nuzzled my cheek. My automatic response was to act flattered and amused by Mic, even as I wondered where Mac the Marine had gone. But the look on Harm's face…I happened to glance his way and his expression made me shiver. He clearly didn't like what he was seeing, but it was more than that. He actually looked…jealous.

But why? He'd made it clear in Sydney that he didn't want me that way, so what right did he have to be jealous?

But he didn't say no, Mac…a voice inside me chides.

He was just trying to let me down easy, I reply back to myself.

Whatever you say, Sarah…

I put the kibosh on my little inner monologue. Harm's with Rene now and I'm with Mic…and I love Mic. I do.

"Sarah? Come on, luv…" Mic's trying to get my attention, so I pull myself out of my musing.

"Yeah?" I look up and see that Rene isn't sitting with us at the moment.

"I said, we should set a date, Sarah." This, now?

I glance over at Harm, who raises his eyebrow at me. "Um, Mic…let's talk about that at home, okay?"

"But, Sarah…"

"No, Mic!" I say, more sharply than I had intended. Harm's expression remains impassive, but Mic's has that familiar anger…

Familiar anger…

Oh my god…

I've reached some sort of epiphany, although I can't quite get my brain to articulate it. I notice Harm is looking at me, obviously concerned.

Mic is about to say something more, but then his cell goes off. He pulls it from his belt and looks at it, then leans toward me. I force myself not to lean away. "I gotta take this, Sarah. It's a client." I nod, and Mic walks toward the exit of the club, leaving just me and Harm to stare at each other.

"So, um, where's Rene?" I ask when I can no longer handle Harm's eyes on me.

"She got a call from her AD. Something about a problem with today's filming."

"Oh," I say, and the awkward silence descends on us once again.

"I thought Mic was still looking for work?" Harm asks, finally breaking the silence.

"He's got a few contacts that connected him with a couple of people that wanted someone familiar with the military."

"Ah," he says. He looks down for a minute and then his eyes find mine. There's a softness about them, and it makes me blush. "Mac, are you—"

We're interrupted by the arrival of both Mic and Renee. "We need to leave," they say in tandem, then chuckle uncomfortably.

"My client needs to meet with me—we have to go now if I'm to drop you off at your place first." He wraps his fingers around my arm and tugs a little.

"Where are you meeting him?" I ask, carefully removing my arm from his grip. He gives me a location that is at about the opposite end of the city from my apartment. Meanwhile, Rene is telling Harm he has to take her to a location not all that far from Mic's destination. Harm must have heard Mic's and my conversation, for he offers a suggestion.

"How about this, Mic-you take Rene to her place since it's close to where he needs to me, and I take Mac home?" He glances between Mic and Rene. "You'd be needing a cab home anyway, Rene."

I can tell that neither Mic nor Rene really want to take him up on his offer, but they end up having to concede that this way would work so much better for everyone.

"You okay with that, Rene?" Mic asks, and Rene, with a glance toward Harm, reluctantly nods. The two gather their things, and soon Mic is leading Rene out the door.

I turn back from watching Mic and Rene leave and see that Harm is looking down at the table. He must feel my eyes on him, for he glances upward, giving me a half-smile.

"Harm, we can go if you want," I offer, but he shakes his head.

"No, Mac…I know you like these guys," he says, referring to the Roches. "We can stay." I nod, but I'm really not sure I want to sit here in awkward silence with Harm. A few minutes later, though, they announce once again that the Roches are delayed, and I tell Harm that I'd like to go. It doesn't take him long to agree; He's soon helping me on with my coat, then motioning me on ahead of him.

I can feel Harm's hand hovering over the small of my back as we weave through the crowds. Every once in a while, he actually makes contact and though it is brief, it burns me all the way to my toes. I've reacted to him like this for years, and, despite being engaged to Mic, I've continued reacting to him this way. It's embarrassing, troubling…I want to stop, but I can't, and it seems to be getting stronger. The closer I get to marrying Mic, the stronger the tug toward Harm.

And then it comes to me that the closer I get to marrying Mic, the more possessive my fiancé has gotten. This is the epiphany that I couldn't verbalize before. Oh no…

I'm going to have to think about this…but I'm pretty sure I know how it will end. The heavy diamond ring now on my left hand feels like a brick-a brick that won't weigh me down much longer.

A sigh escapes me as we step outside and I see my breath in the cold air. I can't help shivering and the next thing I know, Harm has settled his arm around my shoulders. "You okay, Mac?" His voice is low and soft and suddenly I'm wondering if that's how he sounds in bed. Ha, suddenly…this isn't the first time I've wondered how he'd sound while making love.

But this time I'm also wondering how he'd look looming above me as he lowers himself into my body.

It's that thought that causes me to stumble a bit, and Harm catches me around my waist, much like he had done as we left the Sudanese Embassy after yet another of Webb's disastrous missions. "Whoa there, Ninja Girl. Seriously, are you okay?"

As good as it feels to be held against his side, I'm embarrassed, so I pull away. "Yeah, I'm fine, Harm. I just got a little dizzy," I lie. "I'm okay now." Harm doesn't seem to want to completely let go of me, however; he still reaches to grip my hand tightly in his.

"If you're sure, Mac. Um…"

"Yes?" I ask when he doesn't respond after a few seconds. I watch him catch himself ever so slightly when his foot hits a patch of ice. I glance around and find that it is surprisingly icy out here…it's probably a lawsuit waiting to happen. Harm still hasn't answered me, so I bump him with my shoulder. "Hey, Flyboy, what's up?" His words finally come out in a rush.

"Are you pregnant?"

"What?!"

My focus on keeping myself upright in this icy parking lot ends with that question, and the next thing I know, my left hip is introduced to ice and asphalt. It does not feel good.

"I still can't believe you thought I was pregnant." I say to Harm as he hands me an ice pack. Harm blushes and smiles at me sheepishly.

"Well, you had that stomach thing last week."

"Because I caught it from little AJ when I was babysitting him, Harm. That wasn't morning sickness." I shift, trying to get the ice pack on my hip, and it causes me to yelp. "Ouch, dammit!"

Harm leans back over me. "Mac, come on, let me take a look. What if you broke something?"

"I walked on it, Harm. We got up the stairs here," I respond.

"Yeah, but Mac…I practically carried you the last few steps." He looks at me imploringly. I know he feels guilty for my fall, so I humor him. Besides, it hurts to twist and I can't get the ice pack exactly where I wanted it.

"Fine, Harm." I roll a little bit and I feel his long fingers at the waistband of my pants. He pulls them down a little, and I hear him gasp.

"Oh, Mac…" he breathes, and I turn my head to see a large purple bruise on my hip.

"Jeez…" I gasp. No wonder it hurts so much. I watch as Harm tenderly covers it with the ice pack.

"You got any ibuprofen, Mac?" I tell him to check the medicine cabinet in my bathroom, and he heads off to get it for me. He returns with three tablets and a glass of water, and I dutifully swallow them. Harm sits down beside me and pulls out his cell phone. "Should we order a pizza?" he asks, and I agree. We never got around to ordering any food at the club before. "Half veggie, half meat lover's?" I smile and nod. It'll be nice to hang out like we used to. It's at that point my cell phone dings announcing a text message and I pull it out of my purse.

"Oh, it's Mic," I say, and I see a flash of irritation go through Harm's eyes before I look back down at the text. "He's going to be busy most of the night—he's going to crash at his place." Thank god. I'm not ready to have the discussion I know Mic and I need to have.

Harm looks relieved as he tells me Rene won't be coming back to him either. This makes me happier than it should.

Eventually, the pizza arrives and we share it like old times. We laugh and chat and it hits me that I'm having more fun than I've had since Mic showed up at the Surface Warfare Ball. It's depressing, and Harm picks up on my sudden change of mood.

"What's wrong, Mac?" He takes my hand in his.

"Why would anything be wrong, Harm?" I ask, stalling.

"Maaac…"

I don't want to talk about my problems with Mic, so I bring up something else.

"Harm, why were you staring at me tonight?" His eyes widen a bit, but then he shrugs.

"I wasn't staring." Nice try, Harm.

"Then what would you call it?" I'm suddenly irritated with him, though I know that I'm the one who brought all of this up. We were having a pleasant time before, and I'm the one who ruined it. But I would like to hear his answer…

"Mac, I—"

"Harm, come on! Every time Mic touched me, you glared at us. Even Rene noticed. I know she did." His mouth opens to protest, but then his shoulders droop and he looks away.

"Harm?" I put my hand on his arm. "You—you have to stop it."

"Stop what, Mac? I told you, I wasn't staring." He tries to sound indignant, but he's not pulling it off.

"Harm! You need to stop acting that way, looking that way when Mic and I…I…" Harm is shaking his head and I stand up in anger, needing to get away from him. I make it only one step before the pain in my hip comes back full force, and tears come to my eyes as I cry out. I know it isn't broken; it doesn't hurt that bad, but stepping on it without care jolts it enough to cause stabs of agony to go through it. Harm is at my side in an instant.

"Come on, Ninja Girl. Let's get you sitting again. I'm sorry, I—I didn't mean to make you mad," he says contritely. Once I'm settled again with a new ice pack on my hip, I know we need to finish this conversation.

"Really, Harm. You have to stop. It makes me uncomfortable. It makes Mic…mad. It—"

"What?!" Harm explodes, and I jump. "Why would Mic get mad? Has he hurt you, Mac?" I'm a little stunned that he goes right to that; no, Mic hasn't hurt me, but he has complained to me multiple times about Harm 'horning in' on us.

"No, Harm, no…he hasn't hurt me. Why would you think that?" I'm honestly curious.

Harm mumbles something, and I have to ask him twice to repeat himself.

"I just don't like how he touches you!" he bursts out, and I can only stare at him in shock. Earlier tonight I had been annoyed by Mic's attention, but was Harm seeing something I wasn't?

"Harm, what do you mean?"

"Nothing, Mac." He waves his hand at me. "Just forget I said anything."

But I don't want to forget it. "Harm, we're engaged, of course he's going to touch me."

"But does he have to touch you like that?!" is his response.

"Like what, Harm?"

"Like—like he owns you."

"Oh." Embarrassment floods through me. Yes, I know Mic and I were going to have another argument about his public displays of affection tonight had he not been called away, and yes, I know those displays of affection annoyed Harm…but I didn't think it was anything more than jealousy that Harm really didn't deserve to feel. Now I know he was seeing the same thing I had been seeing lately. Mic has become possessive, to the point that I'm quite surprised he let me go with Harm tonight.

Let me go…

Let me…

That makes it sound like I need his permission to do something. His approval. I, Sarah Jane MacKenzie, independent woman and marine, have let a man control me. Oh, he hasn't forbidden me from doing anything, but it would get to that point…and I would let him…because I don't want to be alone.

I was going to tell Mic that it was over tonight, that I couldn't marry him, but in the end, would I have let him talk me out of it? Manipulate me by telling me yet again what he gave up for me? Oh my god…

And suddenly I'm sobbing into my hands.

I know Harm's arm has gone around me and he's trying to calm me down, but I can't hear what he's saying above my cries. This goes on for a good ten minutes before I'm cried out. Somehow, I've ended up in Harm's lap with my face buried in his neck, having soaked his skin with my tears. His hand is running up and down my back, and I gradually come aware that he's apologizing to me.

"I'm sorry, Mac. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry." I shake my head against him.

"It wasn't you, Harm," I blubber.

"Then what—"

I shake my head again. I don't really want to talk about it. "Okay, Mac," he whispers, and I just let him hold me.

Harm alternates between stroking my back and rubbing circles on it. I'm not sure why neither of us has moved; it's probably not all that appropriate for us to be sitting like this, me curled up on his lap. Hmmm, I've never actually sat on his lap before, and I rather like it. Soon, though, I have to shift positions because of my hip, and I squirm around. A few seconds later, and Harm's arms clamp around me.

"Mac, you have got to stop doing that." His voice is low, rough, almost pained, and I gasp when I feel something hard pressing on the underside of my thigh. I lift my head from his shoulder.

"Harm?"

He looks away, obviously embarrassed. I put my hands on either side of his face and turn it back toward me. "Harm?" I say again. "How would you touch me?" I let my fingers tease his crooked right ear, knowing we're playing with fire but unable to stop.

"Gently," he whispers.

"Yeah?" His eyes close as I run my finger over the curve of his ear again. "Like this?" I ask, and he nods.

"Yeah. Like, um, that."

"Show me," I breathe, and his finger comes up to tentatively touch my ear. He cups my face, threading his fingers through my hair.

"What else?" He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. "I like that," I tell him. "More, Harm?" I ask again and his other hand rubs circles on my back, dipping down low to graze the top of my buttocks. I shiver a bit and I feel his hardness grow even more against me.

"Maaac…" he chokes out. "We have to stop this."

"I know," I whisper, but I find myself raising my head to brush my lips against his. He nuzzles me with his nose. "We will…just show my how else you'd touch me," I breathe into his ear and I soon feel his hand grasp the bottom edge of my blouse to tug it out of my pants. His palm is hot against the bare skin of my back and I start unbuttoning his shirt, hungering to run my hands over the muscles of his chest. Harm starts to do the same thing to my top and soon, my lacy bra is exposed to him. I maneuver myself, not without pain, to straddle his lap. My core is wet with need and he presses his growing erection against it.

His lips finally make contact with mine and soon I feel his tongue graze the entrance to my mouth and I open for him, letting him taste me while I taste him in return. I'm rubbing hard against him now and I can't tell which one of us moans in pleasure.

Harm pushes my blouse off my shoulders and then palms my breasts, teasing the nipples through the lace with his thumbs. They harden almost painfully, hardening even more when Harm dips his head to suckle them through the fabric. "Oh, god, Harm!" I shout, and I lose myself to him in another kiss.

"Oh, Mac, Mac…I've wanted you for so long, wanted this." His lips travel to my jaw, my neck, and his tongue circles the hollow of my throat. His hand reaches around and unclasps my bra, releasing my breasts so he can finally hold them completely in his hands. By now I've gotten his shirt all the way off and when he moves his hands, I press my chest fully into his. The intensity of this skin-on-skin contact is such that I know my panties are soaked while his cock strains against the zipper of his jeans.

"Bedroom?" Harm whispers raggedly in my ear and I nod. He stands up without moving me from his lap, and one arm goes underneath my bottom while the other goes around my back. He carries me across my apartment to lay me down on my bed, and I start to undo the buttons of my pants. He brushes my hands aside and does it for me, and then I feel them being pulled off of me with my panties. I'm now naked before him and he looks at me, awed.

"Oh, Mac…god, you're so, so beautiful." He's hovering over me now and he leans down to kiss me. I'm impatient for him to be entirely naked as well, so I cut the kiss short.

"Harm, Harm…please!" I beg as my hand brushes over the impossibly hard bulge in his pants. Harm rises up on his knees and unbuckles his belt. He releases the button and then slowly, ever so slowly, he lowers his zipper. He stands then and lowers his pants as his cock springs from his boxers. He's big and my core aches for its intrusion. The boxers follow his jeans and then he's hovering over me again. I cradle him in between my legs and his hand goes down in between us. I feel a finger dip into me, stroking through my wetness a couple of times before it finds its way to my entrance. He presses it into me, and hips buck up toward him as his thumb circles my clit while another finger invades me. "Oh, god, Harm!" I shout, and before long I'm coming around his fingers. He keeps stroking me until I finally come down from my orgasm, then pulls his fingers out. He raises his hand to his lips, and his tongue flicks out for a taste. I'm wet and ready all over again at the sight of it.

"Delicious, Sarah…" he says, and tastes me on his fingers again. His cock is huge before me, and before the night is over, I vow to taste him as well. Now, though, I want that inside me, filling me, moving in me. I can't wait any longer. I raise my hips toward him as he kneels between my legs, begging him with my eyes to enter me. He nods, and then I gasp as he strokes his penis through my slickened folds. I feel the tip of him at my entrance and he pushes it into me. Before he enters me fully, he looks down at me, the question in his eyes. Do you really want this, Mac? they ask, and I nod. He goes in a little farther, and then he loses control, slamming into me almost painfully. I cry out but wrap my legs around his waist when he starts to pull away, the apology evident on his face.

"No, no, Harm…just let me…" I'm already adjusting to his length and girth and before long I'm nodding and he finally, finally starts to move.

A few strokes later and I know I've never felt anything like this. He's thick inside me as I squeeze my muscles around him, and my whimpers rapidly turn into cries and then screams. I've never been much of a screamer, but with this man…soon, the pressure has built to almost unbearable levels and between his own moans he tells me to let it go, to come around him. I do and scream his name, feeling a new warmth as he empties himself inside me. We shudder together, our bodies slickened with sweat, and it takes a while before our ragged breaths slow enough to talk.

"Sarah, baby…" he chokes out, and I pull him down over me again.

"I know, Harm, I know…" We let the sweat dry on our bodies as we continue to stroke each other. He finally pulls himself from me, and his warmth spills out of me. I don't care, though. Mic and I have never been with each other like this, without a condom, and for reasons I really don't want to dwell on, I know Harm and Rene have never been with each other this way either. Harm collapses beside me, and eventually we shift so that I'm spooned against his hard body. He's pulled the blanket at the foot of my bed over us, and as I start to drift off, he whispers in my ear to ask how my injured hip is. I tell him it's fine, just fine, though I know it's going to hurt like hell in the morning after what we just put it through. His arm tightens around me then he pulls me even closer, his leg folds over me, and we fall asleep together.

"Mac! Mac!" I awake to Harm shaking me and calling my name. My internal clock tells me it's 0932, and I can't believe I've slept this long. I sit up, and it takes me a few seconds to realize that Harm is frantically moving around the bedroom, looking around for his belt. His pants and boxers are back on, the zipper of his jeans still down, and he looks worried.

"Harm," I say sleepily as I sit up. "What's going on?" I punctuate my words with a yawn. It ends in a gasp when my hip protests my movements.

"I gotta go, Mac." He turns and rushes out of the bedroom, leaving me bewildered.

"Harm?" I call out to him, and within seconds he's back in my room, his shirt now on but still open. He steps to the bed and leans over to capture my lips in a quick kiss, before he stands back up to button his shirt.

"I have to go, Mac," he says again. "Mic…Mic just called. He's on his way over…I heard him on the machine. He's stopping off to grab some breakfast for you two, and then he'll be here. I—I'd better get out of here." His shirt is tucked in now, and he quickly zips and buttons up his pants. The belt is buckled next, and he's ready to go seconds later. I slide out of bed, wrapping the sheet around me as I follow him out to the living room. "I'm sorry, Mac…but I shouldn't be here when he gets here."

I suppose he shouldn't, but before Harm leaves, I need some acknowledgement of what just happened here. Which brings up the question…

What just happened here? I look down at my feet, but before I can look back up, my door is closing behind him.

I sink to the floor and cry.

End Chapter 1