Title- Whoops
Rating- G
Paring- Well.. that's interesting really. See A/N below
Disclaimer- I don't own nothing! Except my computer... which allows me too write this really weird fics... and my TV, which fuels my JAG obsession once a week (if I'm lucky)
Summery- Harm has married Renee, and Mac is with Brumby and both girls have had their first children, but do our loyal JAG officers stay true too their wedding vows?
A/N- Okay people, it's 1 o'clock in the morning, and this was written in about five minutes, and it hasn't been Beta'ed or ANYTHING. So please just go on the ridiculous story-line... rather then anything else.
This came about after sitting and drooling over Harm, and being annoyed how him and Mac are NOT getting together.
This one is SO for Nat, 'cause she sits there and listens too me blow up about not having Mac and Harm together, and she gave me the idea to write this, and pushed me to post it too. She even came up with the title. *snickers* However would I live without her. *grins*
Feedback - It's a reading requirement people. You read- you review. No ifs, buts, or maybes. *g*
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Former Colonel Sara Mackenzie sat impatiently on the hospital bed, glaring at her husband. His eyes were alight with wonder, staring at the small bundle of blankets in his arms.
"Sara, he looks just like you." He breathed, and Mac snorted under her breath. Although a big fan of children, her newborn son had more of his fathers features then hers, and she could honestly say that 'beautiful' was not one of the first words that came too mind.
"What are you going too call him?" The nurse asked the question for the third time, waiting impatiently with the child's id band.
Mic's eyes left his sons small frame too lock with his wife. They had been having this argument for the past 3 months, ever since finding out the child's sex. Mic had wanted to name the child after himself, Michael Brumby Jr., but Mac had made several despairing remarks that it was too cliché.
She turned too the nurse, defiance in her eyes, daring her husband to say otherwise.
"Harmon Rabb Mackenzie."
She didn't notice the flash of hurt in Mic's eyes. Every time she made it clear to him she hadn't changed her maiden name when they had married, he felt a stab of betrayal. And now he had to deal with a son named after his mortal enemy. That Mac had chosen him over the cocky naval pilot was beyond him, and a lot of other people, but he was happy to broadcast the fact whenever he could. Mac was 'his' and even though she occasionally called out Harms name during love making, and sure the phone bills he received from her calling DC from their home in Australia was a little disconcerting, she was still standing here.. with him, and her child was in his arms.
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Reneé Rabb sat on a hospital bed, her own bundle of blankets securely in her arms. She looked up at her husband, who's vacant eyes showed he was a million miles from here. She reached out, grabbing his hand to bring him back too earth when he turned around too face her.
"What?"
"We need a name."
Harm nodded, turning back too the window, his thoughts again drifting. He'd called her again last night. Unable to sit though Reneé's screaming, Harm had ordered the doctors to give her drugs, then skipped out to make an extremely long phone call too Mac. He'd told her all about his day, and how Reneé had managed to spill icecream down her front. Near the end of the call he had made the off hand comment of Reneé's labour.... Just as Mac had felt her first pains. Excited at the prospect of Mac's coming delivery, Harm had paced the delivery room floor. Under the misinterpretation that he was worried for his wife, the med staff had been sympathetic.... until Renee delivered and Harm refused too leave the phone. Hours later a call came through, and Harm - joyous over the birth of a boy - now stood with his wife and unnamed daughter.
Without thought, Harm, his head still in the clouds, whispered the name, "Sara."
Rating- G
Paring- Well.. that's interesting really. See A/N below
Disclaimer- I don't own nothing! Except my computer... which allows me too write this really weird fics... and my TV, which fuels my JAG obsession once a week (if I'm lucky)
Summery- Harm has married Renee, and Mac is with Brumby and both girls have had their first children, but do our loyal JAG officers stay true too their wedding vows?
A/N- Okay people, it's 1 o'clock in the morning, and this was written in about five minutes, and it hasn't been Beta'ed or ANYTHING. So please just go on the ridiculous story-line... rather then anything else.
This came about after sitting and drooling over Harm, and being annoyed how him and Mac are NOT getting together.
This one is SO for Nat, 'cause she sits there and listens too me blow up about not having Mac and Harm together, and she gave me the idea to write this, and pushed me to post it too. She even came up with the title. *snickers* However would I live without her. *grins*
Feedback - It's a reading requirement people. You read- you review. No ifs, buts, or maybes. *g*
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Former Colonel Sara Mackenzie sat impatiently on the hospital bed, glaring at her husband. His eyes were alight with wonder, staring at the small bundle of blankets in his arms.
"Sara, he looks just like you." He breathed, and Mac snorted under her breath. Although a big fan of children, her newborn son had more of his fathers features then hers, and she could honestly say that 'beautiful' was not one of the first words that came too mind.
"What are you going too call him?" The nurse asked the question for the third time, waiting impatiently with the child's id band.
Mic's eyes left his sons small frame too lock with his wife. They had been having this argument for the past 3 months, ever since finding out the child's sex. Mic had wanted to name the child after himself, Michael Brumby Jr., but Mac had made several despairing remarks that it was too cliché.
She turned too the nurse, defiance in her eyes, daring her husband to say otherwise.
"Harmon Rabb Mackenzie."
She didn't notice the flash of hurt in Mic's eyes. Every time she made it clear to him she hadn't changed her maiden name when they had married, he felt a stab of betrayal. And now he had to deal with a son named after his mortal enemy. That Mac had chosen him over the cocky naval pilot was beyond him, and a lot of other people, but he was happy to broadcast the fact whenever he could. Mac was 'his' and even though she occasionally called out Harms name during love making, and sure the phone bills he received from her calling DC from their home in Australia was a little disconcerting, she was still standing here.. with him, and her child was in his arms.
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Reneé Rabb sat on a hospital bed, her own bundle of blankets securely in her arms. She looked up at her husband, who's vacant eyes showed he was a million miles from here. She reached out, grabbing his hand to bring him back too earth when he turned around too face her.
"What?"
"We need a name."
Harm nodded, turning back too the window, his thoughts again drifting. He'd called her again last night. Unable to sit though Reneé's screaming, Harm had ordered the doctors to give her drugs, then skipped out to make an extremely long phone call too Mac. He'd told her all about his day, and how Reneé had managed to spill icecream down her front. Near the end of the call he had made the off hand comment of Reneé's labour.... Just as Mac had felt her first pains. Excited at the prospect of Mac's coming delivery, Harm had paced the delivery room floor. Under the misinterpretation that he was worried for his wife, the med staff had been sympathetic.... until Renee delivered and Harm refused too leave the phone. Hours later a call came through, and Harm - joyous over the birth of a boy - now stood with his wife and unnamed daughter.
Without thought, Harm, his head still in the clouds, whispered the name, "Sara."