Author: CiaraMorgan PM
This story is AU it takes place sometime around season 2. I was sick of Tiffy, but really thought Mack's character should be developed and his relationships within the Unit strengthened. I also wanted to present another side of the Colonel.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Chapters: 24 - Words: 51,440 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 08-25-12 - Published: 01-04-10 - id: 5641051
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Unit characters.
A/N This is a story I wrote a long time ago, and I was going through my word documents and decided to post it. I was sick of Tiffy's character and how the whole scenario was playing out on the show. This story is AU. It focuses on Mack, but the Unit family is closely woven into almost all of the scenes of the story.
Let me know what you think. I didn't finish this story, but if you all enjoy it than I would be happy to give it an ending. My main purpose for writing this was because Tiffy had been getting on my nerves and I thought Mack deserved someone better. So I hope you all enjoy this.
Thank you and please review~ Ciara
Mack closed the door of his Lissy's bedroom. She and Jenny were in there sleeping, now closer than they had been in years. He rubbed his eyes, trying not to remember the funeral. He could hear Molly and Jonas in the kitchen talking quietly. Kim and Bob weren't there, but we're taking the girls from him tomorrow morning. Grey and Williams were coming over later for some beers, which was really the only thing he felt like doing. He walked into the kitchen and saw Molly placing dinner on the table.
"Are the girls all set?" she asked. Jonas handed him a scotch on the rocks.
He drank it numbly. "Yea they're asleep. Listen you guys don't have to do all this. We'll be fine." He sat down and leaned back.
"We're family," she said, taking his hand and squeezing it. "Besides you just got home. Take some time."
"I should have been here."
"There was nothing you could have done," said Jonas.
"I don't know that," he said.
"Mack, people get in car accidents all the time. Just be thankful the girls weren't with her," said Molly.
He sighed, rubbing his face. "I am." Molly's phone went off in the other room. She excused herself, hurrying to get it. Mack looked at Jonas and then at the empty Scotch glass. "It's just. It was supposed to be me."
"I know," said Jonas, refilling his glass for him. "I'm sorry."
Mack nodded. "Can't change the past, so make the best of the future. Tiffy said that to me once."
"Smart woman," he said.
Mack smiled. "And a wild one."
They both laughed. Molly stood in the doorway, happy to see a smile on Mack's face even if it was only for a minute. He had been beating himself up for the past week, and the team needed him. The girls needed him. It was time for him to come out of it. They ate dinner, and Molly was content to listen to them tell old battle stories even while she did the dishes. It was enough.
"So Monday's your first day back?" questioned Jonas, helping Molly into her coat. "You ready?"
"I'll let you know." He smirked, but then he stared at Jonas seriously. "If I even think I'm not, I won't go."
Jonas slapped him on the back. "I trust you."
Mack rolled over in bed and groaned. He had a few too many beers last night with the guys, but it was his last night of binge drinking. The hangover was not worth it and the alcohol didn't make the guilt feel any better. He slammed the snooze button down on his alarm clock before getting up.
"Girls," he yelled, stomping out of the room still waking up. "Your Aunt Kim's going to be here in a half hour. Breakfast in ten minutes." He heard Lissy groan and Jenny walked out towards the bathroom. He smirked walking into the kitchen to find the coffee. He hastily made coffee and then looked for the waffles Molly had said she stuck in the freezer. "Lissy, let's go!" he yelled. Jenny came out with tears in her eyes.
"I can't find my pink boots!"
"Hey, hey it's OK. They're around," he said, scratching his head. He spent the next ten minutes looking for the pink boots. "Lissy you'd better be dressed," he yelled, carrying Jenny on his back as he kept searching for her boots. He placed her down on the stool in the kitchen and handed her a pile of waffles. "Eat and I'll get your sister."
"Mack!" called Kim.
"Shit," said Mack.
Serena came bounding into the kitchen and leapt into his arms. "Uncle Mack!"
"Hey, kiddo. God, you're getting big," he said, placing her down on the counter.
Kim was following slowly with Teddy in her arms. "Sorry, Mack. She was just really excited to see you."
"Don't worry about it. Thanks for doing this by the way."
"You're welcome. They're not much trouble anyway," she said, kissing the top of Jenny's head. "Go get your boots and coat, sweetheart. We're going to go see a movie."
"I can't find my boots," said Jenny.
Mack opened up the fridge and frowned. "Jenny, what are your boots doing in the fridge?"
"I don't know," she said, scrunching her face in confusion.
"I bet I do… Lissy!" exclaimed Mack.
"It was just a joke," Lissy said, pulling on her coat and holding out Jenny's.
"Girls go get in the car," said Kim. "Big plans for the day?"
Mack shrugged. "I'm going to go see about a babysitter for the kids. The Colonel recommended someone. She'd be willing to live right in the house."
"God, wouldn't that be incredible," said Kim, rubbing Teddy's back.
"Tell me about it."
"You all right?" she asked.
He smiled at her cute Southern accent. "Yea, I'm fine." He gestured to her car which the girls were climbing into. "Thought Bob was going to help you?"
"He's in the car taking a call from Jonas. He's leaving for a mission tonight." She shrugged. "That's all I know."
"Let me know if he bails out on you. I'll rearrange-."
"We'll be fine. Good luck," she said, walking out the door.
Mack sighed. He quickly changed into a dress shirt and slacks before heading to the Colonel's office. He agreed to meet the girl, Elizabeth Woods, apparently the Colonel's goddaughter. He knocked on the door and heard the familiar, "Enter!" followed by extensive laughter.
"Mack," said the Colonel getting up.
Mack took in the back of the brunette in front of him and watched intently as she stood up and turned around. She gave him a bright smile.
"Sergeant Gerhardt." She smiled again. "Wait Master Sergeant, right?"
"You can call me Mack," he said, holding out his hand.
She had on a light pink sweater that was a wide v-neck and hung slightly off both shoulders and a pair of jeans matched by black boots, which did not look exactly functional for hiking but weren't entirely impractical at either. Her brown hair had caramel undertones and was pulled back slightly, the rest falling gracefully down her back. He was expecting a twenty year old girl with thick framed glasses, and he was met with a well formed and intelligent woman. The Colonel put an arm around her.
"Liz, why don't you let me do the introductions?"
Liz laughed. "All right, Uncle Tom."
"Mack this is Elizabeth Woods. Liz this is Master Sergeant Mack Gerhardt."
"It's nice to meet you," she said.
"Trust me the pleasure is mine," he said, smiling.
"Would you like to see my resumé?" she asked, taking out a portfolio file and handing it to him.
"No, that won't be necessary. I trust the Colonel. The job's yours if you want it, but I thought you might want to do a trial run. The pay's not going to be much, but you can have your own room and a car."
"Why don't you two go get some coffee and sort out the details? I need to take care of some things. Meet back here at 1200 for lunch?"
Liz picked up her bag. "Whatever you want, Uncle Tom," she said, kissing his cheek.
Mack held open the door for her and walked out giving one last look at the Colonel. Liz was surprisingly talkative, considering the Colonel was her godfather, and Mack found himself, at times, smiling, almost laughing.
"So tell me about your daughters, Lissy's the eldest and Jenny's the youngest, right?"
He nodded. "I love my girls, Miss Woods."
"Call me Liz," she interrupted.
"Liz," he corrected "but they're a handful. Like all sisters they fight," he sighed "A lot."
"I have a sister. I understand."
"And the job… the Colonel said you'd be willing to live there. I'm gone a lot because of my job, but Kim said she'd take the kids when you needed her too or Molly. And you'd get a day-," he stopped "two days off a week."
She nodded. "Mack, you don't have to treat me special because I'm the Colonel's god daughter. I'll have one day off a week like most nannies, but in emergencies I'll be happy to work that day and arrange for another day."
"Whatever you feel comfortable with. You said they'll be car though, right?"
"Yea you can use it to get to school and stuff."
"I promise I won't abuse it."
Mack laughed. "Liz, it won't be easy and the pay won't be spectacular."
"Mack, I'm a broke college grad student who has no friends around here besides my Uncle. I'm good with children," she grinned and shrugged. "For some strange reason, they like me. I promise I won't bail out on you."
"I want to give you a one week trial, more for you than for me. My lifestyle means that I'm not around a lot."
"Mack." She leaned slightly forward and met his eyes. "I know men in the military are very distrusting of outsiders, but I'll prove you wrong."
He laughed. "All right. When can you start?"
"When do you go back to work?'
"Then Saturday. I'd like to move in and just spend some time getting settled if that's all right. Then Sunday I'll start, you can keep an eye on me," she said with a teasing smile.
"All right." They walked back towards the offices where the Colonel was all ready waiting.
"You're late," he said.
Liz kissed his cheek, drawing the attention of all the men. "It was my fault. I am easily distracted, but now I'm all yours."
"If you keep doing that rumors are going to circulate," he said, eyeing his men.
Mack smirked at the scene. "I should probably go pick up the girls from Kim."
"Are you sure, I'm buying," said the Colonel. "Kim called twenty minutes ago said to tell you they were just going into the movie and would be home around two."
"Well then I guess I can't say no," he said.
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