Author: Shannon/Raindrops on Roses
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al.
Spoilers: Through "Secret Agent Man"
Author's Notes: This is in response to this week's (10/19/03) challenge on 15minuteficlets. Sequel to "Communication". The challenge word was "forgiveness".
"What do you want me to do, Harm? Do you want me to beg your forgiveness? Forgive me, oh wise and noble Harmon, for screwing up your life."
"No. Of course not. But a little thanks would be appreciated."
"Oh, you want me to thank you. Okay, fine. Thank you for rescuing me. Is that what you wanted to hear? Thank you for not letting me be tortured. Thank you for nearly getting me killed. Thank you for being a complete and utter asshole. There. You've been thanked."
"Excuse me? I'm not the one acting like an ass here, Mac."
"Oh, really? Disappearing for months at a time without letting me know you're going isn't being an ass?"
"First, I couldn't tell you where I was going--"
"I didn't say I wanted to know where you were going. I said I wanted to know the fact that you were."
"And second, I didn't think you wanted to talk to me, anyway."
"Excuse me? Excuse me? I never said that, Harm. You assumed that. I said that we would never work in a romantic relationship. And that's true--we wouldn't. But I never said that I didn't want to be your friend. We've known each other for how long, Harm? Nearly eight years? We've never gone this long without speaking."
"I know, Mac, but--"
"But nothing, Harm. I still want to be friends. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry that you lost your career because of me."
"Mac, I gave up my career of my own free will. None of this is your fault."
"Really? The admiral is pissed off at everyone, Bud is worried sick about you, Sturgis is acting like an eight-year-old whose bike has been run over, and Coates is bordering on insubordination every time your name comes up! If I hadn't gone to Paraguay in the first place, none of this would've happened."
"Mac. Shut up and listen to me--no, don't interrupt. This. Is. Not. Your. Fault. You made a decision to help a friend, and so did I. Things will get back to normal eventually. The admiral is probably stressed out over wedding preparations. Bud... is Bud. I'll call him as soon as I'm finished talking to you. Sturgis can hold a grudge, I'll admit, but he'll get over it eventually. If he doesn't, tell me and I'll come down there and knock some sense into him."
"You'll knock some sense into him? How many times have I had to do that to you?"
"Too many to count. You've taught me a few things, Mac. Don't worry, I can handle him."
"So, are we okay?"
"I guess so. Harm, really--"
"Don't apologize, Mac. Listen, I'll talk to you later, all right?"
"Sure, Harm. 'Bye, Flyboy."