Author: MacGateFan PM
Addendum to the Family Series. Takes place before the series. Mac answers Sturgis' question from Undercover: Why doesn't Harm like Mic Brumby?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Angst - H. Rabb & S. MacKenzie - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,627 - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 09-20-06 - Published: 07-21-06 - Status: Complete - id: 3058735
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Disclaimers in Part 1
A million thoughts ran through my mind. What did Brumby to do me? What was Harm going to think?
My train of thought ended there when I heard the door knob turn. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up around me. The last person I expected to see was standing at the door. "Harm?"
"Mac!" he exclaimed, rushing over to me.
"God, how did you find me?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist (being careful not to squeeze him too hard).
"It wasn't easy, but we'll talk about that later. Let's just get you home."
I nodded as he covered me with a blanket. "Harm, don't you dare pick me up! The doctor will have your six! How you were able to get out of there, I'll never know."
"Quiet, Mac. Don't worry about me right now," he replied, carefully lifting me in his arms.
I saw him wince slightly, but shook my head. There was no talking to him when his mind was made up. Truth be told, I love the fact that he's carrying me, although I am going to owe him big time.
He smiled back, but didn't open his eyes. "That is definitely a way to wake up!"
"How about I wake you up like that everyday?"
Harm's eyes opened at that. "Are you proposing, Marine?"
"I am, Sailor."
"Then I accept."
I snuggled close to him. "I love you."
"I love you too, Sarah."
I woke up again to find Harm gone. I then heard voices in the other room. I grabbed one of Harm's sweatshirts and pulled it on. I smiled when I saw who was there. "Sir, it's good to see you."
"You too, Colonel. How are you feeling?"
"Much better, thank you."
"I spoke with the Secnav. We still don't know who orchestrated this mess and Brumby isn't talking. He was very impressed with the way things were handled, though. I told him of your situation and we both agreed that as long as you remain professional during work hours, there's no reason why you both can't continue to be assigned to the same office."
Harm looked at me and smiled. "Thank you, Sir."
"Don't make me regret this!" he said.
"No, Sir!" we replied.
Harm handed the Admiral a bottled water and led us to the couch. "Brumby is being deported as we speak," the Admiral said. "He kept talking about revenge, but I wouldn't worry about it too much."
"We won't, Sir. Besides, we have more important things to worry about."
Harm nodded. "Should we have meat or veggie lasagna for the wedding reception?"