A/N: Hey, everyone. This – obviously – is the Epilogue that I've been promising. After this story, I will write my second fic 'Full Throttle' which I hope you'll all read/enjoy. This chapter is dedicated to the end of JAG, may 'Fair Winds and Following Seas' give us the shipper ending we've been dying for.
Epilogue
Through sea blue eyes, he looked at the tombstone, the silver carved words leaving a thick imprint on the granite. He ran his hands through his reddish-brown hair, just a shade lighter than his mother's and looked up at the grey sky that stretched out before him.
"Aaron!"
Eight year-old Aaron Riley Rabb turned around to see a small blonde girl tearing through the cemetery and unconsciously, a large grin broke out onto his face. The infamous Rabb smile. "Beth!"
Beth Catherine Webb slowed down as she neared the tombstones of Aaron Riley and Beth O'Neil which stood strongly beside each other on the hill in Arlington Cemetery. Behind the two of them, both their families walked behind at a slower pace.
Harmon Rabb wrapped his arm around his wife and gave her a reassuring smile which she quickly returned. In front of them, their three year-old son Harmon David Rabb III ran ahead, tripping over his own feet.
"Mac," Webb greeted, approaching them cautiously. He had his fingers entwined with Catherine's, whose stomach was – only slightly – visibly pregnant. "Harm."
The two families approached the tombstones. Harm closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the air around him and the heat generating from Mac's hand on his own. Beside him, he could feel his two sons staring at him, and then at the great grey sky beating tremendously above them. The face of Agent Beth O'Neil floated above him, mirroring in his eyes.
I'll always remember
It was late afternoon
Mac leaned her head slightly in to Harm's shoulder. The vision of Aaron Riley danced in front of her – his arrogant grin, his snide remarks, how he had given his own life to save them. She felt Harm's breath on the back of her neck and she held David's small hand in her own. She could never repay them.
It lasted forever
And ended too soon
Aaron Rabb squirmed uncomfortably from his standing position. He stared at the silver carved letters. 'AARON D. RILEY, gave his life for the country in his heart.'
You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed
Clayton Webb shivered slightly under his coat and looked at his wife through smoky grey eyes, and tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She smiled at him and he returned it, feeling the weight of the day fall on his shoulders.
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside
Catherine Webb stared at her daughter, whose appearance was a carbon copy of her own features. Except for the eyes, she mentally corrected herself. She has her father's eyes. She looked up at the sky, the wind blowing softly on her face and she thought she could see Beth's eyes glinting in between the clouds – and she smiled.
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
Harm and Mac shared a glance, and Harm reached over and brushed away a tear that was rolling down Mac's cheek, smiling at her. A strangled laugh erupted within Mac and she fell into his arms, biting back the memories that were tearing her apart.
The moment that I saw you cry
Catherine leaned her head on Webb's shoulder and rubbed her hand against her eyes. Webb pulled her body closer to him and sighed as their little girl moved closer them. Beth's angelic face masked Catherine's mischievous one, her grey use twinkling in the same mysterious manor as his did.
It was late in september
And I've seen you before
Beth Webb stared long at the face of the tombstone, a complex emotion stirring within her. 'Beth O'Neil, lived the legacy of a true American patriot.'
You were always the cold one
But I was never that sure
The wind whistled suddenly, soaring up to the sky and everyone's head magnetically turned up to the clouds as the sun broke through the grey curtain and shone down upon the cemetery.
You were all by yourself In places no one would find
Staring at a dark gray sky
I was changed
From up above the sky, two figures lingered, staring at the group of nine. One had golden blonde hair and water blue eyes while the other had long dark hair and almond-shaped brown eyes. Their hands held each other's, a grin on both their faces as they watched their namesakes departed, their last words echoing in both their minds - for the good of the country.
And the angels soared upwards towards the sun. Their legacy would live on, buried under time, encrypted with rich history. Encrypted Legacy.
In places no one would find.