Author: Nancy
Disclaimer: JAG and characters do not belong to me.
Category: Harm/other Harm/Mac Drama Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An accident leaves Harm lost and presumed dead. Post Adrift.
PART 9
New Orleans International Airport
February 20th
Christine stood at the gate as passengers from Washington DC exited the plane. An attractive tall woman wearing a red sweater and black slacks caught her attention. " Colonel Sarah Mackenzie?" The woman immediately smiled.
"Dr. Christine Tan?" Mac could have been staring at a relative, but the woman though a little shorter had her coloring and dark brown eyes.
"Yes, I'm glad you could come so quickly. I hope you can help John." Christine walked along side the woman who gave her a confused look as a reply.
"He was called John R. Doe in the hospital when he couldn't be identified." Christine explained. They climbed into her mustang, and Christine began to drive towards the Causeway Bridge that would take them to Mandeville.
She reached into her purse and pulled out the snapshot of John she had taken and handed it to Mac. "Oh God. It's him." She trembled. "We thought he was dead. The CIA said he was killed in an explosion."
Christine felt ambivalent. Part of her was happy that she found John's identity, but a large part felt that she had just lost him.
Mac continued, "His name is Harmon Rabb. Harm. He's a commander in the Navy JAG Corp and a pilot."
"That explains a lot. Sometimes he has these flashes of feelings or partial memories." Christine explained.
"You are his doctor?"
"I treated his burns at Charity. He was picked up on the riverfront for vagrancy with no identification. The police attempted to find out who he was, but with no fingerprints and no reports of him as a missing person it took awhile."
"But from what I understand the New Orleans Police did not track him to Memphis." Mac was trying to understand.
"I did. I contacted the port authority and someone remembered seeing him around one of the ships that came from Memphis. John, I mean Harm remembered being on a ship. Therefore, I called the Memphis police. So you were the one they notified and not the FBI?" Christine began to put the pieces together.
"Harm was on special assignment for the CIA that went bad. The CIA operatives were convinced he was killed in an explosion at one of the warehouses near the river. They never were able to identify his remains but did find some of his personal effects." Mac pulled out her dogtags from around her neck, removed his naval academy ring, and passed it to Christine.
"That explains the burns on his hands and his head trauma. Somehow he got on the North Star that was headed towards New Orleans and got off." Christine deducted.
"How is he?" Mac asked worriedly.
"He doesn't remember people or places. He remembers feelings." Christine replied. "You never gave up on him?"
"I can't explain it but at first I thought maybe it was the shock or denial. But I just couldn't believe that he was gone. I would wake up from dreams of him looking for me." Mac's eyes were glassy with tears. "You didn't give up on him either."
"He's pretty special. I figured someone out there had to be missing him. Initially I was afraid that maybe he was in trouble. A detective suggested he was a hit man for the Mafia." Christine chuckled. "I can't wait to tell that arrogant bastard a thing or two."
Mac grinned. She liked this spunky doctor.
"Nothing happened between us." Christine added.
"If something had. I think I could understand why." Mac watched the smile form on Christine's face.
"I told you he remembered his feelings. I think I understand why nothing happened between us." Christine replied.
They pulled into the hospital parking lot. "I don't know what kind of relationship you two have, but he'll make a great father." Christine watched Mac blush slightly.
Jeff and Dr. Bayer met Christine and Mac in the older man's office. Mac chuckled to herself as she thought how closely the looks and behaviors of the two men matched Bud and the Admiral.
"His memory may or may not return. Brain injuries are peculiar. Take it slow. Having someone who knows his history will help him understand his feelings. He has been experiencing guilt and confusion." Jeff explained. "Enough talk, I know you are anxious to see him. Please be understanding if he doesn't recognize you. I didn't tell him you were coming because I wanted to make sure he was really the man you were searching for." Jeff concluded.
"Oh he's the man I been searching for." Mac smiled broadly and added under her breath. "For all of my life."
Harm sat in the deserted activity room reading. The others stood back near the door as Mac approached him. "Hi."
He looked up and stared. Mac felt her heart about to run away with her.
He walked up to her, "What's your name?" His eyes never left hers. His heart pounded wildly in his chest.
"Sarah." She smiled and let out a shaky breath.
"Sarah, I've been waiting for you." He said softly. He had a name and a face to go with the eyes that he saw in his dreams.
"I've been looking for you." She met him the rest of the way in a close tearful embrace.
Christine backed away to give them privacy. "Christine!" Jeff called out. She stopped and wiped her eyes before speaking.
"I guess we have a happy ending here." She said wisfully.
"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" Jeff offered.
"Sure. I guess I am a physician first, woman second." Her arm encircled his as they walked towards the cafeteria.
"Trust me. Any man who sees you does not see the one hell-of-a physician that you are. They see an incredibly sexy woman." Jeff grinned.
"Why thank you. Are you hitting on me?" Christine raised an eyebrow.
"I am a red blooded American guy. You bet." He laughed as he held the door for her.
"I guess I just want what every woman wants." She sighed tiredly.
"What would that be?"
"A box of Godiva chocolates, a long warm bath and a nap!"
The End
"Who can say where the road goes
where the day flows
only time
"And who can say if your love grows
that your heart chose
only time..."
"Who knows only time..."
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