Even Heroes Have the Right to Dream
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author's notes:There is no money being made off of this. No infringement is intended. I only wanted to play in the playground that was created for us all by Bellisario and Company. All recognizable characters belong to them anyway. This is intended for enjoyment and enjoyment's sake only.
The song that Harm is playing is Superman by Five for Fighting. I don't own it either :( If I did, I would be rich and not have to work for a living ;)
I posted this once before, but I took it off. I thought that I would attempt to repost it.
Thanks to everyone for reviews, they really make this all worthwhile. I appreciate them whether they are good or bad, but the flames really hurt.
As always, please enjoy this as much as I have, and don't forget to read and review.
Always,
CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur
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Even heroes have the right to dream
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0100 Zulu (8:00 pm local)
December 25, 2004 (Christmas Eve 2004 local)
The Wall
Washington DC
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I could hear my boots make a slight crunching noise in the frozen snow that covered the ground. I was walking as fast as I could without getting out of breath, but I still felt as if I were moving at a snail's pace. I finally made my way to the edge of the memorial when I noticed him. I felt a light touch on my elbow, and I turned to look at Sarah Mackenzie.
"Do you want me to go to him first, or would you rather go to him?" Mac asked me.
"I want him to know that it was you that finally brought me back, not that dipshit spook of a CIA agent that has been in and out of my life for the past ten years torturing me with questions and information about my son." I said quietly.
"Dipshit spook of a CIA agent? He wouldn't have been named Webb by any chance would he?" Mac asked me.
"Yes, why?" I questioned her back.
"Not only am I going to kill that lying sack of shit I used to call my boyfriend, but I truly cannot wait to see how badly Harm will hurt him." Sarah commented.
"I take it you two know him?" I asked, still staring at my son who I noticed had pulled out a guitar.
"Yes. He is the one who has always put me and Harm in danger's way. He has also tried, rather unsuccessfully, to convince Harm that you were dead. So do you want to go in first or shall I?" Mac stated.
"Let's go together, but ladies first." I gestured for her to proceed me. "Besides, I am curious to hear what he is singing."
We walked as silently as possible through the crunching snow. As we got closer to my son I could just make out his voice softly singing. I looked around; for once the entire area was eerily silent. No one else was in the area.
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I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
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"Harm?" Mac asked startling Harm enough that he almost dropped his guitar.
"Mac! What are you going here? I thought that you had to be in Antietam for the weekend?" Harm asked Mac.
"I was, but I decided to bring my 'job' back home for the evening." Mac stated as Harm stood up after putting his guitar away. She then leaned into him, and pulled him into a big embrace that almost knocked the wind out of his sails. "I am sorry to interrupt your evening, but I couldn't wait any longer." She stood up on her toes and planted a very deep kiss on his lips.
When they finally broke apart, Harm finally noticed an older man standing in the shadows behind them. "Sarah, who is with you?"
"Hehehe, it's just someone else who has been tortured by Webb for the better part of the last decade. He wanted to join our club." At Harm's confused look, Mac explained. "Harm, when I got to my station this evening I was introduced to the man I would be guarding for the week. I had no clue who he was. I was told to call him 'sir', not that I would I have been able to recognize him anyway. It wasn't until later this evening, after he had taken a shower and shaved, that I realized who he was. And it wasn't until we were almost here before I realized that he had been Webb's victim just as much as we had been."
Mac motioned for me to step towards them. When I got a few feet away from them, I heard my son gasp.
"It can't be! Dad?" Harm almost sobbed out the words. Then he said to both of us and to no one in particular, "I am going to kill that lying piece of shit!" Harm let go of Mac with one arm and reached towards me. I walked into his embrace.
"I never thought I would see you again, son. I am so sorry I left you and your mother alone. I hope you were both able to move on with your lives." I said. "I didn't want you wasting your life."
"Mac, Sarah, thank you. I didn't think I could love you anymore than I already did, but I do." Harm silently whispered into Mac's hair as we all split apart from the embrace.
"I love you, too, Harm. I always have. I think it just took seeing your father stand before me this evening to realize it." Mac whispered back. "It's almost 2020, if we hurry we can still make the tail end of the Roberts' Christmas Party."
"Won't the Admiral be upset that you left your post, so to say, Mac?" I asked her.
"Looking back on the day he pushed me into this assignment, I believe that just maybe, he knew what was going on. His exact parting words were 'I trust you will know when this assignment is over. Do not come back until then.' I think he meant tonight." Mac said as she tightened her coat around her.
"Sarah, if you are getting cold, then let's leave. I'll follow you back to your place, since it's closer than mine. We can then go to the Roberts' together." Harm said.
"That sounds like a plan. Maybe we should go then." I said as we all started back towards the cars. "I'll ride with Harm." We all climbed into our respective vehicles and sped off towards Mac's place.
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Author's Notes #2: This is all that I have written of this so far. In fact, I have been toying with the idea that this could be the end of it. It would leave it kinda open-ended, but it could stand on its own with this ending. If anyone has any ideas, PLEASE leave them in their review. I want to continue it, I am just tapped out. I have been away from the genre for far too long, and I am stumped.