Title: What If?...Caring
Author: LissaMarie (Malysa)
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own JAG. I'm only borrowing the characters for a short time,
and I promise to return them in the same condition as I got them.
Category: AU (alternate universe), R H/M
Spoilers: We the People (sort of--takes-off post episode), The Stalker (not much
since it's been forever since I've seen it), Second Sight, Ghosts of Christmas
Past (not much because I've never actually seen it), Boomerang(!!MAJOR!!)
Archive: BTL--anyone else: just let me know
Feedback: Never expected, but always appreciated.
Summery: What if Mac had a young daughter when she got transferred to JAG
Headquarters in Falls Church? How would things be different?
Author's Note #1: I like AU fics, so they are pretty much all I write. Lately I've been
thinking of different situation that would change how JAG is now. You know, what if
Diane hadn't died, what if Harm was married when Mac came to JAG, what if Mac
had a child... I plan on writing all of them out as fanfics, so if you're interested,
stay tuned...
Author's Note #2: "Pareerou" is an Iranian girl name that means "having a face
like a fairy (beautiful)".
Part 1...We The People
January 5, 1997 (just after We The People)
2115 EST
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown, DC
A knock on her front door takes Major Sarah "Mac" Mackenzie away from her
reading. With a soft sigh, she put the hardcover book down on the night table and
got up to answer it. She padded her way to the door and was pleasantly shocked
by who was standing there.
"Harm, what brings you to this part of town?" Mac asked moving out of the way
as an invitation for him to enter. He took it and made his way over to the couch.
"Well, I had this strange craving for a hot fudge sundae, and this little place down the
street from her has the best in the city. And since I hate eating alone, I got an extra
banana split if you're interested," Lt. Cdr. Harmon "Harm" Rabb Jr. said with a smile
that could probably get him anything he wanted. It was then that she noticed the white
paper bag in his hands. She was tempted to kick him out for being presumptuous,
but the banana split did sound good and she knew he was trying to make sure she
was doing okay.
"Sounds good. I'll go grab some spoons," she went off in the direction of the kitchen
while Harm pulled out the two plastic containers. When she felt the cool tile on her feet,
she looked down at herself and instantly felt self-conscious. She was having ice cream
with her new partner--who, of course, had to be a gorgeous man that was dressed
impeccably in faded jeans and a white button down dress shirt --in a pair of old boxers
and a t-shirt that she remembered buying in high school. It only made her feel worse to
remember that she had taken off her make up and pulled her hair back into a messy
ponytail. Summoning all her strength, she grabbed two spoons from the drawer and
strolled back into the living room.
"So, marine, how are you doing?" Harm asked when she sat down next to him on the
sofa.
"Okay, I--"
"Mommy?" a small tired voice asked from the hallway. A little girl with chestnut colored
hair and chocolate brown eyes pouted. "You didn't finish the story."
"I will tomorrow night," Mac told the girl who was picking at the hem of her pink cotton
nightgown petulantly.
Harm looked from Mac to the little girl in shock. He had no idea that she had a daughter.
She hadn't said anything while they were out of town, nor had she done anything that
would lead him to even consider the thought. Then again, she was preoccupied with worry
for her Uncle Matt's life and career, but you would think that she would have called home at
least once during that trip.
"Who's he?" the girl asked finally noticing Harm. She ran to stand behind Mac just in case
he was a bad guy. The action made both Harm and Mac smile.
"Par, this is my new partner, Cdr. Rabb. Harm, meet Pareerou, my daughter," Mac
introduced.
"You can call me Harm," he told the tiny girl who was still standing on the other side of
her mother. He leaned over so he could look in her eyes when he spoke to her. He put
out his hand for her to shake.
Pareerou smiled at him and took his hand. She was just as charmed by him as her mother
though Mac would never admit to it. She stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "
Mommy calls me Par, and you can, too."
"Well, thank you, Par. I'd like that," Harm smiled at the tiny girl. He was taken aback when
she climbed up onto the couch and into his lap. He noticed Mac tried to conceal a chuckle.
"What are you eating?" she asked sweetly stretching her neck to see the containers on
the coffee table.
"Ice cream. Do you like hot chocolate sundaes?" Harm asked looking over at Mac for
permission for what he was about to do, and she rolled her eyes and nodded.
"Uh huh. With fudge and sprinkles," Par smiled at the idea of a sugary snack.
"Well, the place I went to makes REALLY big ones, and I know I won't be able to finish
it. So what do ya say? Wanna give me a hand?"
Par nodded excitedly and ran to the kitchen to get her self a bowl and spoon.
"Thank you, Harm."
They both knew she was showing her gratitude for something more than just the ice
cream, but neither commented since they we not sure exactly what she meant.
6 months later...
1215 EST
Anacostia Park
Washington, DC
Mac sat on the picnic blanket and watched Harm and Par chase one another with
water pistols. She had long since given up on trying to figure out who was having the
most fun. Harm had suggested that they have a picnic to get caught up on their work. It
was too nice of a day to be sitting in an office or small apartment, and since she had Par
to think of, a picnic sounded like a good way to take care of everything. She should have
known that a few water guns and hot summer weather would turn her best friend into a little
kid.
"Par, Harm, I just made up a cease-fire. Come eat," she called over to them. They
obediently put down their weapons and came back to the blanket.
Harm had been spending a lot of time with Mac and little Par. Since the night they met,
he had had a soft spot for the 3 year old girl. They had gone to the zoo and out to the air
field together. Par had loved flying in "Sara" though she had to ride on her mother's lap
which she complained about the whole time. She insisted that she was "a big girl who
doesn't need mommy's help". That day had been fun. He barely ever thought about doing
things on his own anymore.
And Par was just happy to have all of the attention. She loved spending time with Harm.
He was fun, and he made her mommy laugh. She couldn't remember her mother ever
laughing as much as she did when he was around. She was happy that her mommy
was happy.
TBC...
Author: LissaMarie (Malysa)
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own JAG. I'm only borrowing the characters for a short time,
and I promise to return them in the same condition as I got them.
Category: AU (alternate universe), R H/M
Spoilers: We the People (sort of--takes-off post episode), The Stalker (not much
since it's been forever since I've seen it), Second Sight, Ghosts of Christmas
Past (not much because I've never actually seen it), Boomerang(!!MAJOR!!)
Archive: BTL--anyone else: just let me know
Feedback: Never expected, but always appreciated.
Summery: What if Mac had a young daughter when she got transferred to JAG
Headquarters in Falls Church? How would things be different?
Author's Note #1: I like AU fics, so they are pretty much all I write. Lately I've been
thinking of different situation that would change how JAG is now. You know, what if
Diane hadn't died, what if Harm was married when Mac came to JAG, what if Mac
had a child... I plan on writing all of them out as fanfics, so if you're interested,
stay tuned...
Author's Note #2: "Pareerou" is an Iranian girl name that means "having a face
like a fairy (beautiful)".
Part 1...We The People
January 5, 1997 (just after We The People)
2115 EST
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown, DC
A knock on her front door takes Major Sarah "Mac" Mackenzie away from her
reading. With a soft sigh, she put the hardcover book down on the night table and
got up to answer it. She padded her way to the door and was pleasantly shocked
by who was standing there.
"Harm, what brings you to this part of town?" Mac asked moving out of the way
as an invitation for him to enter. He took it and made his way over to the couch.
"Well, I had this strange craving for a hot fudge sundae, and this little place down the
street from her has the best in the city. And since I hate eating alone, I got an extra
banana split if you're interested," Lt. Cdr. Harmon "Harm" Rabb Jr. said with a smile
that could probably get him anything he wanted. It was then that she noticed the white
paper bag in his hands. She was tempted to kick him out for being presumptuous,
but the banana split did sound good and she knew he was trying to make sure she
was doing okay.
"Sounds good. I'll go grab some spoons," she went off in the direction of the kitchen
while Harm pulled out the two plastic containers. When she felt the cool tile on her feet,
she looked down at herself and instantly felt self-conscious. She was having ice cream
with her new partner--who, of course, had to be a gorgeous man that was dressed
impeccably in faded jeans and a white button down dress shirt --in a pair of old boxers
and a t-shirt that she remembered buying in high school. It only made her feel worse to
remember that she had taken off her make up and pulled her hair back into a messy
ponytail. Summoning all her strength, she grabbed two spoons from the drawer and
strolled back into the living room.
"So, marine, how are you doing?" Harm asked when she sat down next to him on the
sofa.
"Okay, I--"
"Mommy?" a small tired voice asked from the hallway. A little girl with chestnut colored
hair and chocolate brown eyes pouted. "You didn't finish the story."
"I will tomorrow night," Mac told the girl who was picking at the hem of her pink cotton
nightgown petulantly.
Harm looked from Mac to the little girl in shock. He had no idea that she had a daughter.
She hadn't said anything while they were out of town, nor had she done anything that
would lead him to even consider the thought. Then again, she was preoccupied with worry
for her Uncle Matt's life and career, but you would think that she would have called home at
least once during that trip.
"Who's he?" the girl asked finally noticing Harm. She ran to stand behind Mac just in case
he was a bad guy. The action made both Harm and Mac smile.
"Par, this is my new partner, Cdr. Rabb. Harm, meet Pareerou, my daughter," Mac
introduced.
"You can call me Harm," he told the tiny girl who was still standing on the other side of
her mother. He leaned over so he could look in her eyes when he spoke to her. He put
out his hand for her to shake.
Pareerou smiled at him and took his hand. She was just as charmed by him as her mother
though Mac would never admit to it. She stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "
Mommy calls me Par, and you can, too."
"Well, thank you, Par. I'd like that," Harm smiled at the tiny girl. He was taken aback when
she climbed up onto the couch and into his lap. He noticed Mac tried to conceal a chuckle.
"What are you eating?" she asked sweetly stretching her neck to see the containers on
the coffee table.
"Ice cream. Do you like hot chocolate sundaes?" Harm asked looking over at Mac for
permission for what he was about to do, and she rolled her eyes and nodded.
"Uh huh. With fudge and sprinkles," Par smiled at the idea of a sugary snack.
"Well, the place I went to makes REALLY big ones, and I know I won't be able to finish
it. So what do ya say? Wanna give me a hand?"
Par nodded excitedly and ran to the kitchen to get her self a bowl and spoon.
"Thank you, Harm."
They both knew she was showing her gratitude for something more than just the ice
cream, but neither commented since they we not sure exactly what she meant.
6 months later...
1215 EST
Anacostia Park
Washington, DC
Mac sat on the picnic blanket and watched Harm and Par chase one another with
water pistols. She had long since given up on trying to figure out who was having the
most fun. Harm had suggested that they have a picnic to get caught up on their work. It
was too nice of a day to be sitting in an office or small apartment, and since she had Par
to think of, a picnic sounded like a good way to take care of everything. She should have
known that a few water guns and hot summer weather would turn her best friend into a little
kid.
"Par, Harm, I just made up a cease-fire. Come eat," she called over to them. They
obediently put down their weapons and came back to the blanket.
Harm had been spending a lot of time with Mac and little Par. Since the night they met,
he had had a soft spot for the 3 year old girl. They had gone to the zoo and out to the air
field together. Par had loved flying in "Sara" though she had to ride on her mother's lap
which she complained about the whole time. She insisted that she was "a big girl who
doesn't need mommy's help". That day had been fun. He barely ever thought about doing
things on his own anymore.
And Par was just happy to have all of the attention. She loved spending time with Harm.
He was fun, and he made her mommy laugh. She couldn't remember her mother ever
laughing as much as she did when he was around. She was happy that her mommy
was happy.
TBC...