Category: General, Sturgis/Mac
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, etc., not me.
Spoilers: No overt spoilers, but this takes place after "The One That Got Away".
Author's Notes: This is in response to a challenge cakemage gave me... oh... over a month ago, I believe. The fic had to be: Sturgis/Mac, under 1000 words, using the phrase "We didn't suck 'til we met you!" Enjoy!
"And then he said, 'Well, we didn't suck 'til we met you!'"
Mac gasped in horrified amusement. "He didn't!"
Sturgis nodded in affirmation, laughing too hard to respond verbally.
"What did she say after that? Did she deck him? I would've," Mac said, grinning.
"No--she looked like she wanted to, though. But then she just smirked and said, 'Really? I don't see why you're so popular with the ladies, then!'" Sturgis snickered. "You should've seen the look on his face. It was priceless!"
Mac burst into peals of laughter. "Let me guess--it was the 'stunned rabbit' look, right? The one with the wide eyes, eyebrows disappearing into the hairline, jaw down to his shoulders?"
"Yeah, that's the one. 'Stunned rabbit,' huh? I'll have to remember that one," Sturgis chuckled.
Mac caught her breath. "Diane sounds like she was a fun person. I would've liked to meet her. Except for, you know, the whole creepy look-alike thing."
"Oh, she was a great person. She and Harm were practically attached at the hip..." Sturgis trailed off. "I'm sorry, Mac. I shouldn't have..."
Mac smiled sadly. "Don't worry about it, Sturgis. I gave Harmon Rabb his walking papers months ago."
"But what about--"
"Sturgis. That was nearly two years ago. And after the events of those two years--hell, even the ones before them--I finally came to my senses. Harm and I... well, we're just too similar in some ways. We're both control freaks, for one. But we're also complete opposites in others. The man will never grow up, and I've accepted that. I may not like it... but I accept it."
"Ah. ...I don't know how to respond to that," Sturgis admitted.
"You're probably getting sick of being my father confessor, huh?" Mac asked, smiling wryly.
"Don't worry about it, Mac. You've put up with my acting like a child whose favorite toy was taken away. If you need to talk, I'll be here."
"Thanks, Sturgis." Mac turned to leave. Stopping at the door, she turned around. "Hey, Sturgis?"
"Do you want to grab something to eat? I haven't had anything yet today, and it's no fun eating alone."
Sturgis sat and looked at Mac. She didn't press him for an answer immediately--she knew his methodical mind. He weighed everything up before making a decision--it was what made him such a good lawyer.
Mac smiled brightly when he finally responded.
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