Hero Chapter 1

Author's Notes: The title for this fic came from the song that they played in the preview for 'A Tangled Webb'. I started writing this at the beginning of the summer, and just haven't gotten around to posting it! Oops. . .

Disclaimer: The character's of JAG don't belong to me. I'm too sick to come up with a fun disclaimer. . .

The first thing that came to his mind was Mac. But all his thoughts were jumbled, where was she, was she alive, and if she was, would she stay that way? "Mac?" He moaned, attempting to get out of the plane. "Mac!" He called out louder, hoping, praying to get a response.

She could hear his voice calling out to her. She wanted to answer him, tell him she was alive, but she couldn't seem to find her voice.

Harm jumped down from the cockpit, immediately checking on Mac. "Mac? Sarah, can you hear me?" He brushed her cheek, trying to get her to open her eyes. "Sarah, please wake up, talk to me, please." He kissed her cheek. "Come back to me Sarah."

"Harm." Mac moaned. Harm took her hand, and squeezed it gently. "Harm?" She moaned again. Her eyes fluttered open after a few moments, and she attempted to smile.

"Oh thank God Sarah." Harm sighed with relief. "Are you okay, can you tell if you're injured?"

"I think that I'm just a little bruised, you know, a little worse for wear, but I think I'm okay." She said. "What about you?" She knew she was okay; she just hoped that he was too.

"I'm fine, just a few bruises and cuts. Can you get down?" He asked, holding out his hand, hoping that they would be able to travel. If they didn't, they would be in some serious trouble. He knew that not all of Sedek's men were killed in the blast, and that they would come after them.

Gingerly, Mac stepped out of the plane, and Harm's hand. "Can you walk?" She carefully took a few steps. She nodded.

"Yeah. Hold on, let me get out of this stupid pregnancy suit, I'll be able to move better. Turn around please." She said, looking at him, her eyebrows raised. "Unless you want a show?" She said, smirking.

"I think that I'll just turn around, thank you very much Colonel." Harm said, as he turned around. Mac smiled and began to take off her shirt and her suit. "You can turn back around Navy, I'm proper." He caught her attention when he winced at her use of the nickname.

"Let's get going Mac." Before Mac could open her mouth, Harm spoke, successfully dodging the questions he knew she would be asking. Mac nodded, and they started navigating the jungle.

A few hours later . . .

"It's getting dark; I doubt that they'll try and track us. We'll settle down here for the night." Harm said. Mac nodded and sat down on a nearby log. "I'll go gather some firewood, be right back, don't move."

Mac nodded and began to set up a camp. A few minutes later Harm came back with some firewood. Absentmindedly, Harm spoke up. "By the way Mac, you were shot by the deranged hillbilly, not stabbed." Mac looked back and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Well, either way it wasn't a situation that I would like to repeat!" Harm smiled and started the fire up. They didn't speak for a few minutes, until the fire was roaring. "So, when does the Admiral expect you back?" Mac asked.

Harm knew that he was going to have to face the truth eventually, but he was hoping to have a little more time.

"Well, technically, he shouldn't ever expect me back." Harm said. Mac looked at him curiously. She didn't even have to ask, he knew what she was thinking. "I'm on terminal leave. He wouldn't send me TAD, and he wouldn't grant me emergency leave, so I had no choice but to resign my commission. I had to find you Mac. I couldn't leave you."

"You left the Navy for me?" Mac asked, not quite believing it. She never really expected him to have to give up something for her, even though she once asked him what he would give up. 'Now I guess I know.' She thought.

"There was no other way. We're Butch and Sundance remember, if one of us goes down, so does the other." He said, staring intently into her eyes. Mac resisted the urge to laugh, not believing that he remembered that conversation that they had had almost a year ago.

"So are you going to go back Butch? Or am I going to have to wreck havoc on my own at the headquarters?" Mac asked playfully, even though Harm was usually the one getting in trouble.

"I don't know Mac. I'm wondering if it's time to move on. The Director at the CIA said that I could come work for him if I ever found myself out of uniform." He said, wondering what her reaction would be.

"Flyboy, I swear if you join the CIA, I will NOT keep contact with you! You'll be getting me into more trouble than Webb has managed to!" Mac exclaimed playfully, leaning against Harm.

"Sarah, I would never get you into trouble if I could help it. I never want to see you in this condition again." He brushed his hand across her cheek. Mac grabbed his hand and gently held it against her cheek.

"It's not that bad Harm, really. I'm okay." Mac said quietly. "I'm just glad that you and Gunny got there when you did. I don't know, I don't know if I could've taken the torture. I tried to act tough . . ." Her voice trailed off, her mind going back into back to that room, back to that table.

"You wouldn't believe how I felt when I saw you on that table. I wanted to rip out Sedek's throat. I'm glad that I got to you when I did. I couldn't handle losing you Sarah." Harm said.

Mac let go of Harm's hand, but not before she gently kissed his palm. "Thank you Harm, I don't know what I would do without you." She smiled tenderly at him, and then slowly leaned into him.

"Hey Mac?" Harm spoke up after a few minutes. But when he looked down, he saw that she was fast asleep. Harm smiled and brushed the scar on her cheek with his thumb. He kept their positions for a few more minutes, but then decided that she would be more comfortable on the ground.

So he gently laid her down on the ground, close to the fire. He put the pregnancy suit under her head so that she would have some type of pillow. Then he lay down next to her, and gathered her into his arms, never wanting to let her go again.

Author's Notes: Okay so there it is! I have some plans as to where I want this story to go, but I'm not sure if I'll get it done before my writer's block takes over! *curses writer's block * Anyways, please review, I'd appreciate it very much!