Title: Squids 'n Jarheads: These Joined Hearts

Author: Kirsten

Rating: PG-15, due to the seriousness of some topics

Summary: AU. A continuation of my first story, Squids 'n Jarheads: To Everything There is A Season

Author's Notes: I hope that you guys like this part. This is very it gets very AU. I'm taking a few different twists from the show and I hope that you all will bear with me. I also apologize for the confusion dealing with my last chapter of the first Squids 'n Jarheads. I'm not very good with dates but all the dates should be 1994. Again, I apologize.

Chapter One: Class Reunion

1658 Eastern Standard Time (EST)

9 August 1995

The O Club

United States Naval Academy

Annapolis, Maryland

It's funny how something so simple can turn your life around. I never thought that my fifteenth reunion could change my life. It was within these grounds that I grew up, became a woman, fell in love and realized who I am. These grounds changed my life. It was here that I met and fell in love with Harmon Rabb, who is now a major in the Marine Corps and stationed at Quantico Marine Corps Base. It was here that I met some of my best friends. We may each have moved on but I hope that we have stayed true to who we are. These grounds changed my life. They taught me discipline, courage, and strength. Looking back, I realize that people are right, the United States Navy Academy is one of best schools in the country; both academically and morally.

As Harm pulls the car through the gate, I smile as I see the beautiful grounds. This place is one of my favorite places in the whole world. "I remember what it felt like when I first walked in here as a midshipman." I say as I glance over at him.

He smiles at me, "I remember what it was like too."

"I was staying with Abby until plebe summer started. She was going to go to George Washington to study criminal law. Daddy had gotten her an apartment and then he sent me down there after we had the big fight about me going to the Academy. She was the only one who saw me off that day, the only one who I wrote too."

He takes my hand and squeezes it gently. I know that there is a reason why I love this man so much. "I'm sorry for what you had to go through in order to become an officer."

"Thanks, Harm. You know, I don't think that I would change anything. I met you, Cat, Bridget, Sturgis, and became closer to Joy. This place has made such a huge impact on my life."

He smiles, "I know. I was a scared, skinny kid who didn't know anything about life but when I left here for flight school, I had learned so much." He says as he pulls the car into a parking space.

I grab my purse and get out of the car. I take a deep breath: there is nothing like salt air. Harm takes my hand as we head into the O Club and I squeeze it. It amazes me sometimes how we don't need words to communicate. That tells me how much in love we are.

"Names, please?" the young petty officer asks as we enter the O Club.

"Major Harmon Rabb and Lt. Commander Sarah Mackenzie." Harm says to him.

"Are you here for the reunion of the class of 1979?" he asks.

"Yes, we are."

"Sir, ma'am, please go past the bar into the back rooms. They have been reserved for you."

"Thank you." I say as we head back there. Technically, we're really supposed to be in uniform but if we're in uniform, then we can't act openly about our relationships. It wasn't required so here we are.

"Mac!" Joy says as she rushes up and hugs me as we enter the room.

"Hey Sparky!" I say as I look into her face.

"What?"

"Nothing, it' s just that I haven't seen you in so long. You still at the DIA?"

"That's ancient history, Mac. I'm with the CIA but don't leak it to anyone. Geez, I haven't talked to you in a while. What's going on?"

Harm interrupts, "Mac, can I get you something?"

"A water, please." I tell him as he heads over to the bar.

"So talk to me. We were in touch but then you got transferred to the U.S.S. Midway or something like that."

"Yeah. Right now, I'm at JAG headquarters as a lawyer. You remember Harmon Rabb?"

"How could I not? Cutest guy on the campus." She says as she laughs.

"That was him with me."
"You've got to be kidding me!" she stares at me.

"Sparky, would I do something like that?"
"Yes, you would, but you can't call me Sparky any more."

"And why the hell not?"

"Because I'm not Joy Sparks any more but Joy Webb."

"You got married!" I ask her.

"Yeah. Two years ago. His name is Scott Webb and he's with the CIA but you can't tell anyone." She says, flashing her left hand to me. Sure enough, there's a gold wedding band and then a diamond ring.

"Wasn't planning on it. Speaking of getting married, I have to talk to the wedding coordinator down here because I want to book the Chapel."

"You getting married?"

"No, I'm planning a funeral. Of course, I'm getting married, you genius."

"To Harmon Rabb? You've got be kidding me."

"Well, guess what. I'm not. We've be engaged since my birthday last year." I say and show her my left hand, which has my diamond engagement ring.

Joy grabs it and looks at it, "I can't believe that we haven't talked in so long."

"I thought that I heard you guys over here." A voice says from behind me.

"Bridget!" I say as I turn around. Bridget Magouirk was my roommate here and we became very close during our four years. She, Joy, and I were nicknamed the Three Musketeers by Harm.

She smiles and hugs me, "Hey Mac. Sparks, what the hell are you doing here? Don't you have to go listen to some tapes about a terror alert?"

"Oh shut up, Magouirk. For your information, I have moved up in the world."

"Oh really, are you now able to take the information to your supervisor instead of just listening to it?"

"Guys, will you knock it off? I came here to enjoy myself, not to listen to you guys fight."

"She started it." Joy says, pointing at Bridget.

I sigh, "Bridget, it's good to see you. What have you been up to?"
"I'm stationed down at Quantico as a weapons instructor and tester. I just got married to a Major Taylor Spencer, but he got sent over to South Korea as part of the fighter wing over there."

"Congratulations, Magouirk. I'm married too." Joy says.

"Thank you, Sparks. I'll have to go and talk to the guy who was crazy enough to fall in love with you." She says and smiles.

"His name is Scott Webb and he's the most romantic guy that I have ever met." Joy says with a dreamy look on her face.

"Mac, you attached yet?" Bridget asks, ignoring Joy.

"Engaged to Harmon Rabb."

"The same Harmon Rabb who dubbed us the Three Musketeers?"

"The one and only."

"Congratulations." Bridget says.

"Thanks. I'm glad that we've finally gotten here. We were engaged while we were here but then I broke up with him because I heard that he was cheating on me. We got back together after I was shot down over Iraq. I then found out that I was pregnant during law school. We had the kids and then he popped the question on my birthday."

"You have kids?" Joy asks me, surprised. I guess that she pulled herself out of her dream world about Scott.

"Yeah. Twins, Lucy and JT. They're so cute. Harm wanted to bring them with us but I insisted that we leave them home and take a week off for this and then go up to my parents' house for the remainder of the week."

"Sounds cool."

"So, are your guys here?"
"Yeah. Scottie's probably playing darts. If you want to meet him, I think that I can pry him away from a game." Joy says, nodding her head towards the dart game that has started along the back wall.

"Taylor's probably at the same place." Bridget says as she looks in the same direction as Joy.

"Tell you what, why don't we go grab our guys and meet back here in about five minutes. Sound good to everybody?" I ask.

"Sure." They both agree before heading over to the dart game.

I head over to the bar and find Harm. I wrap my arms around his waist as he turns around, "Hey marine."

"Hey sailor."

"What happened to my drink?"

"I totally forgot. Sturgis and I were busy catching up on old times," He says as he kisses me, "Sturgis, I don't know if you remember her, but this is my fiancée, Lt. Commander Sarah Mackenzie. Mac, this is Lt. Commander Sturgis Turner."

"I remember you. You were one of the Three Musketeers." He says.

"Don't mention it. Bridget, Joy, and I all hated that name."

"Well, you were."

"Sturgis, can I borrow him for a minute? I have a few people that I would like him to meet." I ask, taking Harm's hand in mine."

"Sure. Go ahead. I have to go find my wife anyway." Chester says, taking the last sip of his drink and heading over to another corner of the room.

I lead Harm over to where Joy, Bridget, and I were a minute ago. Just then, Joy comes up with a tall man with short brown hair and Bridget comes over with a tall man with sandy blonde hair.

"Guys, this is my husband, Scott Webb. Scottie, this is Lt. Commander Sarah Mackenzie, Major Harmon Rabb, Major Bridget Magouirk, and Major Taylor Spencer." Joy says as she introduces us to her husband.

"It's nice to meet you all. Major Magouirk, Commander Mackenzie, I have heard a lot about you."

I smile, "I hope that it's all good. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Webb. But, please, it's Mac."

"Mac, Scott. Majors, it's nice to meet you."

Harm smiles, "Harm."

Taylor smiles, "Taylor."

"Alright, my turn. This is my husband, Major Taylor Spencer. Taylor, this is Mac, Harm, Joy and Scott."

"I'm very pleased to meet you all."

"Thanks, Taylor," Harm says, as another song comes over, "If you will excuse us, this is our song. Mac, may I have this dance?"
"Of course," I say as I follow him onto the makeshift dance floor. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him gently, "I love you."

"I love you so much. It was great to see everyone."

"That it was." I say as we sway to the music.

"Hey, aren't we leaving tomorrow for Connecticut?" he asks.

I lean back and slap him on the shoulder, "Harm, you just ruined a perfect moment."
"Sorry. You didn't answer my question."

"Yes, we are and I don't want to hear another word about it."

"Fine. I love you so much, Sarah."

"I'll love you forever, Harm." I say as I kiss him. I could hurt him so much for mentioning going home tomorrow right now. I was trying to forget it. I guess that maybe some memories are best left alone.

End Chapter One.