Category: Story, Romance, Friendship, Crossover (JAG/Stargate: SG-1)
Pairings: Harm/Mac, Sam/Daniel
Spoilers: Through the eighth seasons of both JAG and SG-1
Disclaimer: Neither of these shows (or their respective characters) belong to me. Don't blame me for all of the whompings the characters have been put through.
Author's Note: The similarities between Sam Carter and Sarah MacKenzie are really, really creepy. Either that, or television show producers don't like to see their main female characters happy. Or sane.
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
--Excerpt from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T. S. Eliot
What she ran from, she wasn't entirely certain. Where she was going was equally unclear. However, she did know that if she stopped running, she was dead.
Dying wasn't an enjoyable experience.
"Daniel, dial the 'Gate! Teal'c and I will cover you!" She stopped running and dropped behind a large boulder. She turned--and realized why she was running.
At least a dozen armed men were chasing them.
The familiar staccato of automatic weapons fire shook her body. Blasts of energy shot by her, and she ducked behind the rock for cover.
"One sec--got it!" There was a whooshing sound behind her.
"All right, guys, let's get the hell out of here!" She sprinted toward a shimmering circle of blue light. A large black man followed. Her other companion had already disappeared.
Another blast narrowly missed her right ear. She instinctively threw herself into the light.
Four million light-years away, Sarah MacKenzie awoke with a start.
Coffee. Ambrosia of the gods. Thank God for a Marine CO.
Though when she thought about it, Admiral Chegwidden had liked his coffee almost as strong as hers.
Huh. Hadn't talked to him in a while. Maybe she should call him when he got back from... where was he this week? Oh, yeah. Atlanta.
Mac sighed and settled at her desk, which threatened to crack under the strain of files. With all of the motions on her desk, she almost expected it to take flight.
She plunked her mug down and hit the switch on her computer. As she waited for it to start up, she pulled the first file toward her and began to read.
One hour and twenty-seven minutes later, she felt a tingling sensation on the back of her neck. She looked up.
Harmon Rabb smiled at her sheepishly and lowered his fist, where he had been about to knock on her door. "Hey."
"Hi, Harm. On time today, I see."
Harm rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "I'm not always late, you know."
"No, I suppose not." She smiled and asked, "Is there something you wanted?"
"Not really. Just to make sure you're doing okay."
It was Mac's turn to roll her eyes. "I'm fine, Harm. Really."
He fixed her with a sharp blue-eyed stare. "Then why do you look like you've been dragged backwards through a hedge?"
Mac huffed. "Thank you, Harm. You always know how to make a girl feel so much better."
He grinned. "It's a gift." He sobered and continued, "Really, Mac. Have you been sleeping at all lately?"
Mac fell silent. Harm nodded knowingly. "Didn't think so." Gently, he murmured, "If you ever need to talk, my door's always open. You know that, right?"
"Yeah. Thanks, Harm," she replied sincerely.
He smiled and left her office to get ready for staff meeting.
She was wearing a ring on her left hand.
She hadn't realized it up to this point. But then someone pointed out that she had taken to twisting it when she was nervous. She looked down, and saw the large diamond on her left ring finger.
Huh. Hadn't known that this dream-her was engaged.
"Hey, Sam. You wanna go grab some lunch? Commissary's having a special--chicken jambalaya." The man paused. "I think they're just trying to use up the leftovers from last week."
She smirked. "Sure. I'll be right there. Save me a seat."
"Don't think so, Sam. I know you. If I leave you here, you won't show up for another two hours." Blue eyes twinkled, unfamiliar, yet so comforting. Was this her fiancé?
She sighed and put her hands up in mock surrender. "All right. I know when I'm fighting a losing battle. Let's go."
"Wow. Never thought you'd give up on anything," the blue-eyed man teased.
"Only for you, Daniel," she grinned.
"That makes me feel all warm inside, Sam."
"You're hilarious. Ever thought of going into stand-up?"
"But then I wouldn't have the pleasure of your company, Danny."
He groaned. "You've been spending way too much time around Jack," he groused.
They entered the commissary and got their food. They sat at a table. "Hey, Teal'c," she said to a large black man with a strange gold tattoo on his forehead.
"Colonel Carter. Daniel Jackson," the man nodded solemnly.
Mac blinked at the bright morning sunlight. Gah.
Sam? Colonel Carter? What the hell was her subconscious playing at?
She hauled herself out of bed and shuffled toward the kitchen. After turning on the coffeemaker, she headed for the bathroom and a nice, hot shower.
Mmm. Shower. Yay. She could feel her body slowly waking up.
"Hey, Mac! You awake?"
She rolled her eyes. If she hadn't already been up, he would have been a very dead Navy commander at that moment. "I'm in the shower, Harm!"
"Oh. Okay. I, uh, brought you breakfast." She could hear his voice getting closer. She supposed he was in her bedroom.
"Thanks, Harm." She sighed. He could be really thoughtful, but his eagerness to help made him a bit too enthusiastic at times.
She left the warmth of her shower and dried off, then went to entertain her guest, who was, by that time, a bit antsy.
"Geez, Mac, I thought you'd drowned in there!" Harm grinned.
"Hey, just because I can take a five-minute shower doesn't mean that I like to," she retorted.
"Okay, okay. I think I know what you need." He set a mug of steaming coffee down in front of her, as well as a cinnamon bun.
"I take back all of the bad things I ever said about you," Mac said before taking a bite out of the fresh pastry.
"Well, thanks... hey!" he exclaimed in mock indignation. "What bad things?" She smiled innocently.
They sat in companionable silence. "So, where's Mattie?" Mac asked after a while.
Harm sighed. "She's spending the weekend with her dad."
"You don't sound too excited about it," Mac observed.
Harm frowned and ran his fingers through his hair. "I know I should be happy for her, but... I've kinda gotten used to having her around, you know?"
"Kids will do that. But I'm sure that neither Mattie nor her father would object to you keeping in touch."
"God, I hope so." They fell silent again. "And how are you doing?" Harm finally ventured.
Mac shrugged. "As well as can be expected, I suppose." She toyed with her coffee mug and debated on whether to expand on that comment. Ah, what the hell. "It's... hard. I mean, they don't even know what caused it. I've always wanted kids, but now..."
Harm was uncharacteristically sober. "I'm sorry, Mac." His hand slid across the table and grasped hers firmly.
"I know, Harm." She stared at their clasped hands, and pulled away slowly.
She debated internally about whether or not to tell Harm about the strange dreams she'd been having. Finally, she decided to hold her tongue. She didn't need him hovering any more than he already did--and if he thought she was losing her mind, she'd never be able to get rid of him.