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Date Posted: 18:10:59 04/04/09 Sat
Author: .
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Title: Just the Fax, Ma’am
Prompt: from The American President, submitted by Mouse
Sydney Ellen Wade: A C minus in Women's Studies.
President Andrew Shepherd: Yeah, well, that class wasn't about what I thought it was about.
Word count: 4,026
Category: Drama/Humour
Rating: CF (child friendly)
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. All characters are the property of Belisarius Productions and Donald P. Bellisario. This story is not intended to violate any copyrights and is not intended for profit in any way.
Summary: Mac doesn’t believe that Harm ever felt ‘that way’ about her, and Harm sets out to prove her wrong, in typical lawyer fashion
A/N: This takes place post-Paraguay - after Harm comes back to JAG, but before TPTB confirmed the Mac/Webb relationship. Mattie is not an issue in this story either, so you can either pretend she exists or not, depending on your taste.
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JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VIRGINIA
2146 ZULU
Harm rubbed his temple and glanced up at Mac from the file in his lap. “I’m tired of going over this case Mac, can’t we do it some other time?”
Her answer was clipped and impersonal, like it seemed she’d been for most of these last few months. “I’m in Quantico tomorrow for a deposition and we’re in court on Thursday. I’m afraid it’s now or never, Harm.”
Something about the phrase ‘now or never’ sent a cold shiver up his spine. Memories of a certain ferry ride in Sydney were quickly clamped off from further consideration. “Yeah, isn’t it always” he mumbled dejectedly.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing” he retorted innocently and tried to regroup. He hated how his bitterness over their lack of relationship seemed to be permeating every conversation they had lately. Forcing a grin he attempted to make amends. “Listen, why don’t you come over tonight? I can make a nice platonic bowl of pasta or something and we can go over this then.”
She looked up, not knowing whether to be surprised, offended or just plain confused. She’d guarded her heart against him for so long and yet even a seemingly benign dinner invitation had the power to make her pulse race. Hating that he still did this to her, she turned him down for no other reason than she was used to doing it. “I’m sorry. I’m busy tonight.”
“Of course” he quipped. “Let me guess - Webb, right? We couldn’t miss a moment with the hottest spook in town, could we?”
Mac dropped the file into her lap in exasperation. “How many times do I have to tell you we’re not involved before you stop?”
Harm’s eyes sobered for a moment and then begged apology. “Sorry, Mac.” He drew a slow deep breath and leaned back in his chair. “Really, I am. I’m not in a good place these days.” He looked at her seriously again and tried to dredge up at least an ounce of compassion for the fact that a relationship with her and that insufferable little weasel seemed to have gone off the rails. “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out with Webb. I really do want to see you happy.”
“Well... thanks but...” she eyed Harm suspiciously “... there was nothing to work out... What’s wrong with you lately?” She had been so caught up in her own issues after Paraguay, could it possibly be that she had failed to notice the underlying sadness and bitterness that seemed to be omnipresent in his demeanor these days?
Harm straightened in his chair. “Nothing. I was just trying to say that...” he cleared his throat. “I just... have some experience in... being in love... and not having things work out the way you’d hoped...” He really did need to sit down and have a talk with her one of these days instead of incessantly hinting at it this way. This constant beating-around-the-bush was almost worse than knowing for sure that she really didn’t feel that way about him anymore.
“Oh pul-eeeze” Mac scoffed. “When have you ever been in love with anyone other than yourself?”
Harm stood, almost knocking a precariously placed pile of paperwork onto the floor. “What?” He cringed at the loudness of his voice and glanced at the office door to make sure it was shut. “What?” He tried again in a quieter voice. “How can you say that?”
Mac was a little taken aback by his hurt expression, but she refused to back down. She knew Harm well enough over the years to have nearly perfected this game. All she had to do was push him to admit his feelings and he would turn tail and run the other way. “Well tell me who then Harm? Who was this lucky woman who stole your heart?”
At another time, he probably would have thought better of discussing this at the office, however he was so offended... and tired of the game... that his mind refused to think too far ahead. “Well... you, Mac... I fell in love with you.” He couldn’t comprehend that she didn’t know that. She had to have known that, didn’t she?
Suddenly Mac knew exactly what it was like to be struck in the stomach with a baseball bat. She tried to say something... anything... but her mind was whirling. Finally she shook her head to make it stop. There was no way... he was old and delusional and she wouldn’t be party to a lunatic’s game. “Right Harm. Give me a break!”
He had to admit, that hadn’t really been the reaction he’d been going for. He couldn’t understand it. He’d always figured she’d known and just... wasn’t interested anymore... or the best case scenario, was still not ready for their relationship quite yet. He tried to say something but no sound would come. Finally, he became incensed enough to respond. “You can’t tell me that!”
“What?”
“You can’t tell someone that they’re not in love with someone. You don’t know what they’re feeling!”
“Well I certainly know when someone is in love with me!”
Harm glanced nervously into the bullpen to make sure they weren’t attracting a crowd and lowered his voice a notch. “Well obviously you can’t, Mac!”
“Give me a break, Harm. When people are in love, they act a certain way towards the person. You know, they flirt and... they ask them on dates and stuff!”
“I flirted with you! And we couldn’t go on dates” Harm retorted in indignation “we worked together!”
Mac threw up an accusatory finger “See - and if you’d really been in love with me, that wouldn’t have been a factor! Nothing would have.” She felt a familiar pang of regret in voicing aloud that the love of her life wasn’t, and had never been, in love with her.
Harm turned and paced towards the window. Stunned. There was no other word for it, he was simply stunned. He’d always imagined that some day he’d declare his love for Mac, but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine she wouldn’t believe him. “OK, fine.” He turned back to her with new earnest. “It’s simple - I’ll prove it to you.”
Mac almost had to laugh “You’re going to prove to me, that you’re in love with me? That’s not the way it works, Harm.”
“Yeah, well that’s the way it’s going to work with us. We’re both lawyers - this may be the only thing that will work.” As he spoke, he busied himself with setting the stage; pulling a white board into the center of the office and collecting several different colored markers from the cluttered office space.
She sat back and got comfortable “Well this should be rich” she observed as she crossed her legs and arms. “Especially since I get to use your own words against you to prove my case.”
He stopped and stared at her “What words?”
“The words” she smiled confidently “‘No one can be friends with someone who looks like you, Mac. Except for me of course, because I think of you like a brother.’”
“Aha!” He quipped. “Statement taken out of context.”
“What?”
“We were at work, Mac, and I had reason to put on airs in front of co-workers who may have been within earshot.”
“Oh for the love of...”
“I’ll prove it, Mac.”
“Please do!”
“Fine. Point one.” He wrote hurriedly on the white board in green marker. “You look like Diane.”
“What? How the hell does me looking like Diane prove anything?”
“Because Mac,” he smiled “I was once in a romantic relationship with Diane.”
“Okaaaaay.”
“Thereby, since you look exactly like a woman I was once highly attracted to, it would be absolutely impossible for me not to be physically attracted to you, wouldn’t it?”
Mac was slightly taken aback and couldn’t immediately reply.
“Well think of it this way, say you were to meet someone who looked exactly like... say... Dalton... who you were physically attracted to right?”
“Well... sure.”
“Okay...” he swallowed his omnipresent jealousy and continued “so if you were to meet someone who looked exactly like Dalton, do you think it would be possible to not think of that person sexually?”
Mac shook her head “Well... I suppose...”
“Exactly!” Vindicated for the moment, Harm wrote on the white board. “Proof” which he underlined three times. Under the word, he wrote “sexual attraction”. “Alright so we’ve proved I’m sexually attracted to you...”
“We have?”
“Mac” he chastised in exasperation, “haven’t you been paying attention?”
She shook her head helplessly “I thought I was...”
“Well try to keep up, okay? This is important.” he turned back towards the white board “Point number two...”
Mac was suddenly restless and ill at ease “Why don’t we just cut to the chase, Harm? If you were in love with me, why has it taken you over eight years to tell me?”
“I tried to Mac - several times! You were the one that walked away from me!”
“What? When?”
“Once on the Guadalcanal...”
“Harm, I was confused at the time... I was trying to...”
“Doesn’t matter. I was trying to admit my feelings and you wouldn’t let me. Same thing happened when you got back - I tried several times to talk and you kept putting me off... In fact...” he turned to the white board and took out the red marker, “I propose to the court that the only reason we are not together is simply because you aren’t in love with me.” He proceeded to draw a heart in red marker and then dramatically slice a large “X” through it. Glancing once more into the bullpen, he quickly thought better of the situation and angled the whiteboard away from prying eyes.
“What?” Now it was Mac’s turn to be indignant. “I am too!”
Harm’s heart skidded to a stop for a moment, but he refused to be dissuaded from making his case. He shook his head “Impossible, Mac. If you’d been in love with me, you would have never put me off after you got back from the Guadalcanal. You would have come to me when you were ready like I asked you to. You never would have said ‘never’.
“Facts not in evidence Harm. Maybe I was trying to protect myself from being further hurt...”
“‘Further hurt’?” Harm thought his heart would shatter into a million pieces right there and then. “How did I ever hurt you?”
“What? Don’t play dumb with me, Harm - I know for a fact you’re not stupid - I’ve seen your Personnel File. Surely you could see how I used to pine after you back at the beginning.”
Harm thought he must certainly be stupid because he was sure he would have remembered noticing something like that. “Well, apparently I am... and how come you’ve seen my Personnel File?”
“I’m the Chief of Staff remember, I’ve seen everyone’s Personnel File. And according to your Academy marks - you got straight A’s in pretty much everything. You can’t tell me you’re not smart enough to pick up on the signs that a woman is infatuated with you.”
“Well,” Harm reddened, his mind spinning over what Mac was admitting to him and how he possibly could have not taken advantage of those opportunities when he had the chance. “Well I didn’t get straight A’s in everything. I got a few B’s here and there.”
“And a C” Mac smiled broadly “Come to think of it, you got a C in Women’s Studies. Why do I find that extremely ironic? Maybe you’re right, Harm. Maybe you should put that up on your white board.”
Harm raised his finger at her defensively. “That class wasn’t about what I thought it was about.”
“I can only imagine.”
“Don’t try to distract me from the point, Mac.”
“What is the point, Harm?” She shook her head, clearly frustrated. “I mean, this is useless...”
“It’s not useless, Mac. I’m just trying to prove to you that...”
“…that I’m not in love with you, which is incorrect, so it’s useless for you to try and prove it!”
Harm found it increasingly more incredible that he was actually having this argument, but his normal court room impulses were overwhelming his better judgment as usual. “Again, facts not in evidence counselor.”
Mac opened her mouth to protest, then closed it abruptly and sat back in her chair. “What if I could prove it?”
Harm only hesitated a moment before offering her the marker and conceding her the floor. “By all means,” he extended his arm towards the white board. “Be my guest.”
“I don’t need a marker and white board to prove it to you Harm.” She crossed her legs confidently and smoothed her skirt. “All I need is Sturgis.”
Harm’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Sturgis? What’s he got to do with this?”
“Well, you’ve only got to ask him.”
“No way.” He shook his head vehemently. “I hardly think that Sturgis’s opinion can be used as expert testimony. He recently called you a sanctimonious prig, remember?”
Mac narrowed her eyes in warning. “We don’t have to ask his opinion of the situation, we only have to ask him to repeat... first hand knowledge... of uh...” she suddenly became incredibly self-conscious and began straightening her skirt again.
“Mac?”
She lifted her eyes to meet his and then quickly evaded them again. “A conversation. We just have to ask him to... uh... repeat a... well, part of a conversation we once had...”
Harm just stared at her for a very long moment. “Mac, are you trying to tell me that you...”
“... well don’t ask me - my word can’t be trusted, remember? Why don’t you just call Sturgis in here?”
He never removed his eyes from the Marine across from him as he lifted the receiver and hit the extension of the office down the hall. “He’s not answering” he admitted after, what he thought might have just been, the longest 30 seconds of his life.
“Jen.”
“Jen.” They both offered at the same moment.
Skidding to a stop in front of her desk less than fifteen seconds later, they endeavored to disguise the burning anxiety they were both feeling. “Petty Officer Coates - you wouldn’t happen to know the present whereabouts of Commander Turner, would you?”
“Yes ma’am” Coates looked down at the telephone on her desk, “He’s right here.”
Almost immediately, Sturgis’s canned voice came through the telephone intercom system. “What can I do for you Mac?”
She turned and stared at Harm briefly, both wearing equally comical expressions of startled uneasiness on their normally appealing features. “Umm.... Sturgis, are you on your cell? Can I call you right back?”
“No can do, Colonel.” This time, it was the Admiral’s familiar timbre that wafted through the tiny speaker. “We’ve got 5 minutes left in a break before we go back into this conference. Whatever you need, make it quick.”
Harm couldn’t believe his ears. The apparent key to his happiness was at hand, and yet again it was being dangled just out of reach. “Uh... when do you think you’ll be wrapping things up down there, Sturge?” He hoped the awkwardness in his voice wasn’t as apparent as it sounded to his own ears.
“Well.... probably not until 17 or 1800 actually. This thing is destined to be dragged out as long as possible. Is it important?”
‘Is it important?’ Harm thought. “Good God Sturgis, how could you ask such a thing...’
“Where are you right now Sturgis?” Mac’s voice suddenly cut into Harm’s thoughts.
“The Admiral and I are at the Maritime Law conference at Annapolis, remember? The one Harm shirked his way out of...?”
“No,” Mac interrupted, “I mean, what building are you in?”
“We’re in the faculty lounge at the Academy, why?”
“Is there a fax machine there by any chance?”
Harm’s head snapped up. She couldn’t possibly be thinking...
“Great. Sturgis, do you remember a conversation you and I had in my office one time, shortly after you got here? Back just before the Jagathon?”
There was a long silence on the other end of the line until the Admiral once again cut in. “Three minutes Mr. Turner...”
“Sturgis!” Mac pleaded in desperation.
“Mac?” Sturgis clearly understood, but was confused as to why she would ever consider bringing it up here, and at this moment, of all possible moments.
“Sturgis, I need you to write down exactly what I said to you, and fax it to Harm here in the bullpen.”
Again, there was a significant moment of silence before Commander Turner finally spoke. “Okay.... so you want me to write down... that... on a piece of paper?”
“Yes.” Mac nodded her head vigorously even though she knew he couldn’t see.
“... and fax it… to Harm...”
“Yes.”
“... in the bullpen?”
“Yes.”
“Mac? Are you insane? I mean, are you sure?”
Harm and Mac exchanged a look again. “Yes” she finally replied, with infinitely more meaning in her expression than her voice implied. “We’ll be standing here waiting for it. Don’t worry.”
“Time’s up Mr. Turner. Let’s go.”
They heard Sturgis sigh “Alright Mac. Will do.”
The connection cut and Harm and Mac continued to stare at one another in an uneasy silence.
“Okay... Ma’am... uh, do you mind telling me what that was all about?” Coates’s naturally curious disposition couldn’t be curbed, despite the level of protocol that their ranks normal afforded them.
Mac’s raised her head warily. “Oh, just a statement we needed for a...”
“…for a case we’re working on.” Harm interjected.
“Right” Mac agreed. “We’ll be...”
“…over at the fax machine.” Harm finished.
“Fax machine.” Mac repeated. She couldn’t quite reconcile her brain to the fact that she had just actually done what she thought she’d done. In a sudden, slight daze, she followed Harm to the fax machine and they both stood awkwardly, each one trying desperately not to look at the other.
“So...” Harm finally started.
“So.” Mac confirmed.
“... a fax, huh?”
Mac raised her shoulders for the first time in several minutes. “It seemed like the only avenue at the time.”
A smile flickered around the corners of his mouth, wanting so badly to explode into a full grin, but hindered by the unknown fear of what life-changing information might soon be spewed forth by the piece of office equipment currently lying dormant before him. “I won’t deny that it was certainly a way to go...”
“And what else would you have me do, ask him in front of the Admiral and Coates?”
His eyes quickly scanned the room to make sure they weren’t being overheard. “Well, we could have... waited.”
She looked him squarely in the eyes “And did you want to wait?”
Harm barely had time to shake his head back and forth silently, before the machine he’d been leaning on suddenly sprung to life. He stood abruptly and found that his palms had begun to sweat. Excruciating seconds later, one crisp, white sheet of paper began to slowly make its presence known. As he suppressed an intense desire to rip the page from within, Harm found he could do nothing but stand helplessly by while all the wheels and gears finished delivering his fate to the tray in front of him.
Mac stood motionless, waiting for Harm to pick up the page, but all he did was stand there, staring at it. “Harm?”
He looked up and took a deep breath, turning the page over and reading the words printed on the other side.
To her utter dismay, she suddenly saw his face fall in disappointment. “Harm?” She questioned, panic setting in.
He turned to her with a look of anger and impatience. “Page 1 of 2.”
“What?”
“Cover page. He sent a cover page.”
“Oh, for the love of...” No sooner had the words emerged from her mouth than the machine sprang to life once more.
This time, Harm jumped as if he’d been scalded. He was certain that the last nerve in his body had just been irreparably frayed. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the table and shifted his weight to the other foot. “Mac... I swear to God, this is the slowest fax machine in NATO.”
She stifled a slight giggle for the first time in months... or was it years? Did she even know how to giggle anymore? She sent up one final prayer that the words printed on the forthcoming document would vault her back into that old, more carefree, happy Mac that she so missed being.
By the time she looked back up, Harm had the page in his hands and was busy soaking up its contents. She watched as a million expressions traversed his face simultaneously.
Harm, for his part, was having trouble comprehending. Despite the fact that he had already had a good idea what might be printed there, he still found he had to read it several times over for it to sink in...
‘She told me she was in love with you.’
He forced himself to breathe in, and then breathed out again...
‘She told me she was in love with you.’
He closed his eyes and then looked again...
‘She told me she was in love with you.’
OK, it was still there. This was good, but as life-altering as the words clearly were, Harm was infinitely more concerned about what was contained in the footnote at the bottom of the page in the Admiral’s familiar scribble;
‘Rabb, if you don’t take her home this instant, I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your career.’
He’d almost forgotten about his partner until her wary voice intruded into his consciousness.
“Harm? Are you OK?”
He stared at her for a moment, then suddenly cleared his throat, deliberately folding the page and placing it inside his breast pocket. “Mac?” he queried as his eyes briefly scanned the bullpen for any who might be within earshot. Does this... evidence still stand, or is it ‘old intel’ with no bearing on the present...” he paused briefly before he tentatively added “... or the future?”
Mac twirled her OCS ring nervously, “If it says what I think it does, then I would venture to say that the statement is definitely still as valid as it was when it was first spoken.”
Harm looked nervously around the bullpen and then reached out to lightly take his partner by the elbow, leading her delicately but deliberately towards the elevators. “In that case,” he leaned in as close as he dared and spoke in a low voice “I think I’d better take you home this instant or I just might regret it for the rest of my life.”
Suddenly, Mac stopped and turned to face him. He was briefly consumed by the idea that she might actually strike him, right there in the bullpen, in front of peers and subordinates alike. Instead, she said five of the sweetest words he’d ever heard in his entire life. Five little words that would henceforth be repeated at his bachelor party, his wedding dinner, numerous anniversaries and a certain conversation he would have with his son, seventeen years later;
“Let me get my hat.”
Fin
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great job -- cd, 18:28:41 04/04/09 Sat [1]
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cuteness! -- Jill, 18:34:44 04/04/09 Sat [1]
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This was just too cute. I wish it could have went on a little longer!! -- bama, 18:37:08 04/04/09 Sat [1]
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That was wonderful. All of the stories have been wonderful. Thank you all for the wonderful stories. -- Dani R, 18:45:56 04/04/09 Sat [1]
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Loved this story! What great banter, and what a novel way to "prove" the case! -- SammiSue, 19:21:01 04/04/09 Sat [1]
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Loved it, loved it, loved it! I adored the way you 'proved' the case.It was exactly what H&M needed and very lawyer-ish! -- Mandy, 19:55:16 04/04/09 Sat [1]
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Fun read if I were to venture a guess I would say -- . . . - - - . . ., 20:19:04 04/04/09 Sat [1]
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Well leave it to lawyers, great story -- usmgrad, 20:29:12 04/04/09 Sat [1]
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I grinned the entire way through! -- tamk3, 20:42:11 04/04/09 Sat [1]
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Way to win an argument counselor...thoroughly enjoyed this:) -- BlueJay, 22:33:01 04/04/09 Sat [1]
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Big grin! -- loti, 22:43:47 04/04/09 Sat [1]
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This was incredible, such fun. I am loving this ficathon! -- anamika, 00:29:40 04/05/09 Sun [1]
I loved their debate, the whole thing including the whiteboard with excessive underlying and crossing out, how they didn't believe the other, how Harm got so intent on proving his point - and when Mac said 'I am too!'. So funny. Great stuff.
My not-entirely-educated guess: lisa.
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Genious!!! That could so happen with those two stubborn lawers -- BZB, 00:31:26 04/05/09 Sun [1]
I loved this story!
Have we stopped guessing the authors?? 'Cause I think it's Keru.
"Mac... I swear to God, this is the slowest fax machine in NATO" - LOL!!!
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Great ending! -- kate, 01:22:55 04/05/09 Sun [1]
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I laughed out loud with this one. Wonderful, well-paced, clever story. -- jagfannj, 01:48:39 04/05/09 Sun [1]
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Absolutely priceless!!! Great job!! -- JagfanNat, 02:00:57 04/05/09 Sun [1]
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Smart!!!!!, Original idea!!!!!!!. Lawyers being lawyers in love. -- GRa waving from Argentina, 09:11:29 04/05/09 Sun [1]
I love some sentences but the Admiral was the AJ who all of us love for several years. Great job.
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Lol loved this story well done. -- Bev uk, 09:19:29 04/05/09 Sun [1]
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Amusing & funny! Leave it to these two - -- SP, 11:28:14 04/05/09 Sun [1]
to have to one-up each other in the proof of their love, LOL! I'd say in the battle of wills that Mac won. After all, she had the "Proof of Sturgis" on her side!
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Loved it....especially the bantering! And my guess is: -- Irishrainy, 12:06:02 04/05/09 Sun [1]
mkim.
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A sweet ending to a sweet story...Nicely done !! -- Kim, 14:32:10 04/05/09 Sun [1]
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This was CLASSIC Harm and Mac and I wish it would have really happened because it could have!!! I loved it and all the stories -- great idea, Pixie! -- mj, 15:55:37 04/05/09 Sun [1]
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Nice! -- ---, 21:52:09 04/06/09 Mon [1]
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This was cute! I can see this happening! Inside -- JAG Junkie (Ronda)--desperately trying to get caught up!, 17:57:44 04/16/09 Thu [1]
One tiny nitpick: Mac would not have said "Let me get my hat." She would have said "Let me get my cover."
But that's not a big deal. I still really enjoyed the story!
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I actually did think about that JJ - only it just didn't have the same ring to it ;0) -- Author, 19:02:58 04/18/09 Sat [1]
Try to think of it as though she was so overwhelmed by what just happened, she wasn't in her right mind ;0)
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