Author: Nancy
Disclaimer: JAG and characters do not belong to me. I do not make
money from doing this.
Classification: PG- 13
Category: Harm/Mac Action/Romance
Summary: This is the sequel to John R. Doe. Does Harm regain his
memory? What happened to him in the first place? Stay tuned and the
answers will be revealed...
Part 2
The Admiral and Bud had prepared the way for Harm's return by explaining that he had been on a black ops assignment. Mac stayed close as they entered the bullpen together. Staff walked up and welcomed him warmly as he made his way through the department.
"I replaced your things in your office. Your things were packed away when we were told that...you know about your cover story and all." Harriet Sims explained.
"Thank you Harriet, and how is little AJ?" Harm responded with a smile. He recognized Harriet from the photos in his apartment and from the ones that Mac had shared with him.
"He's growing like a weed. You will hardly recognize him Sir." Harriet replied with a large smile.
"If you only knew." Harm muttered. He turned and faced the set of offices and froze unsure which one was his.
Sturgis walked up, "A little disoriented from being away so long?"
Harm feeling flustered looked up and drew another blank. He did not have a picture of Sturgis and Mac had told him there were two African American officers that worked with him.
Bud spoke up, "Commander Sturgis Turner, I have the brief ready on the Ford court martial. Do you think we could work on it sometimes today?"
Harm shot Bud a look of thanks for saving my butt.
"Sure Lt. I'll be available at 1100. Good to have you back Harm." Sturgis extended his hand.
"Later Sturgis." Harm sighed and looked again at the offices.
Mac walked over with two cups of coffee. "I thought I could catch you up on the cases in your office." She then led the way, and Harm obediently followed.
Lt. Singer had been watching the interchanges and looked over to Tiner who was placing a file on her desk. "The Commander is acting a little strange do you think Tiner?"
"I haven't really noticed. He's been gone since November. I guess he's just hasn't got his rhythm back." Tiner replied.
Singer not satisfied stood up and called out to Harm as he entered his office, "Commander! Commander Rabb!"
Harm ignored only turned when he heard the name Rabb.
"Did you need something?" His eyes glanced down at her name pin. "Lt. Singer."
The gesture did not go unnoticed by the Lt. "I just wanted to welcome you back Sir." She smiled her usual little insincere grin. "Are you feeling well? You don't seem yourself."
"I'm fine Lieutenant. Don't you have work to do?" Harm responded firmly turned and closed the door behind him. "Who was that?" He asked Mac as he eased into his office chair.
"Trouble." Mac replied flatly. "Webb sent some more photos for you to look at. I think he still believes that you will remember something." She opened the large envelope marked confidential. "I don't remember anything but brief moments." Harm flipped through the photos. He stopped and looked at a photo taken at an airplane hanger.
"Do you recognize anyone?" Mac moved over to see the picture.
"No one, but the place feels familiar. Maybe we can find out where this was taken and go there. Maybe I'll remember something." Harm suggested and Mac nodded.
"Looks like this was taken at the Arlington air strip just a few miles from here." Mac examined the picture more closely. "I'll call Webb. We can head over there after lunch. Oh, and don't worry about Singer. I'm about to give her two weeks worth of research from the archives downtown." Mac smiled mischievously.
Harm, Mac and Bud tracked across the airstrip towards the hanger that appeared in the snapshots Webb and sent over. Mac had tried unsuccessfully to locate Clayton to let him know their plans, but ended up leaving a message with Agent Rice, one of the agents that was assigned to help monitor and protect Harm.
They pushed open the deserted hanger and began to walk around. Several planes appeared to be in the process of being repaired, but Harm found nothing that stimulated his memory. "I guess I was just reaching at straws. " Harm sounded disappointed as they left the hanger and began to walk back to their car. They passed several small private aircraft as they walked towards the entryway of the airstrip. Harm suddenly froze when he glanced over to the airstrip's sign, Patterson Private Airfield.
"What is it Harm?" Mac looked in the direction that held Harm's gaze.
The flashes of memory appeared again. He was in a warehouse when two men approached. He saw the face of one and suddenly remembered his name. "Patterson, Captain Robert Patterson." Harm said excitedly.
"You are a hard man to kill Commander." The three officers froze in place as two men pointed guns at them. "You destroyed over a million dollars of our merchandise when you threw that grenade."
"Captain Robert Patterson is the aide to Admiral Clifford Martin. You were Beaux's and Cromwell's contacts not the Admiral." Harm said as his memory of the night in the warehouse returned.
"You mean the late Admiral Martin. I'm afraid he committed suicide early this morning when evidence linking to the illegal arms trading was revealed this morning on ZNN." Patterson shook his head.
"You won't get away with this." Harm said glacially.
"Drop your weapons." A suited agent stepped out pointing an automatic handgun towards Patterson. Another agent stepped out behind the first. Mac and Bud breathed an audible sigh of relief.
Agent Rice eased out from behind a plane that stood nearby. Patterson looked at him and smiled. Rice then gave two quick shots at the other agents. Harm dropped and grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and threw it at the men temporarily blinding them. Mac and Bud ran towards the planes parked at the end of the field. Mac picked up one of the downed agent's guns and fired hitting a man standing with Patterson. They took cover as the trio of Jag officers made it too a Cessna.
"Get in." Harm ordered as the threesome climbed into the four seater.
Harm stared frantically at the instrument panel. "I can't remember what to do!"
"Don't think Harm just act!" Mac pointed the gun and fired several times at the approaching men who were now firing back.
Harm turned on the ignition and began to manipulate the instruments. The propeller began to spin and the plane rolled forward. "Hang on!" He yelled breathlessly and pushed the throttle forward. The small craft taxied down the airstrip as the two men chased after firing at the plane. Finally the plane lifted off the ground and soared above the trees below. Bud and Mac gasped in relief.
"Good going Sir!" Bud grinned.
Harm did not share their look of relief. "We don't have much fuel and I don't know where we can land."
"Declare an emergency." Mac suggested.
"I can't the radio doesn't work. That was probably why it was why it was parked near the hanger for maintenance." Harm replied.
"What about the airstrip where your stearman is housed?" Bud offered.
"My what?" Harm asked.
"Just fly, there must be a dozen airstrips around here." Mac relaxed.
"Yea and then I have to figure out how to land." Harm muttered.
"You're joking aren't you." Bud said cautiously.
Harm didn't respond as Bud's eyes grew saucier shaped.
"We have more trouble. Look 9 o'clock." Harm gripped the controls even tighter. "Buckle up and hold on."
The Lear jet was coming towards them rapidly. A game of chicken was begun as Harm turned towards the jet and held his position. Mac felt her heart in her throat while Bud's mouth dropped open. Harm appeared cool as he held his course.
Suddenly he pushed the controls forward sending the small craft into a deep dive right before the jet reached them.
"Oh sh...i....it." Bud yelled as the plane brushed the tops of trees as Harm pulled up. Out of the corner of his eye, Harm spotted another landing field. He directed the craft towards the new heading while Mac searched the sky for the Lear jet.
"Hurry Harm. He must be somewhere near!"
Suddenly out of the clouds on their right, the jet shot out at them like a missile. The airfield was getting closer, but the jet moved in much faster.
The airplane suddenly began to sputter, "Dammit we're out of fuel."
****
The starboard engine stopped first followed by the port engine. Harm attempted to restart the engine praying that they had a little more fuel. The plane began to descend dangerously low. The Lear jet pulled up next to them seeing their predicament.
"We're going to crash!" Bud exclaimed.
"Not if I can help it." Harm attempted one more time to restart the engine and the port side suddenly came to life. "Come on baby, we can't eject this time." Harm said softly to the plane.
The Lear was circling overhead waiting for the inevitable when the Cessna got its second wind. Seeing the craft pick up speed, it turned and started down to try to intercept the small airplane and prevent it from landing. The game of chicken was back. Harm held the controls tightly and maintained his focus on the airfield as it drew closer. The Lear was coming directly at them. Harm did not flinch. If he dipped now the plane's nose would drop too suddenly sending them tumbling too the ground. His only hope was that the Lear would want to avoid a midair collision.
"Sh...i....it!" Bud's voice penetrated the tension as the jet jerked up just before striking the Cessna.
The plane glided the last few hundred yards and landed with a thump before coming to a halt on the runway. Harm and Mac finally released the breath they had each held for the past few minutes.
"I thought we were going to die. My last words on earth would have been shit." Bud began to unwind.
"Word Bud. You last word would have been shit. Shit is one word." Mac clarified.
"But I said it twice! I can see me facing the Admiral in the sky and trying to explain my language."
"Bud, I don't think you will be held in contempt twice." Harm chuckled.
"I didn't think about that. By the way, that was great flying sir, but I didn't know that this type of plane could do those maneuvers..." Bud rattled on nervously.
"Me neither." Harm said with a shrug and then turned to Mac, "Is he always like this?"
"I think he's regressed since you've come back." Mac rolled her eyes and chuckled as they both looked at Bud whose mouth dropped open after Harm's statement about the plane.
"We need to get to Webb." Mac said as they exited the airplane. Suddenly a shot ricocheted off the airplane. Mac aimed the pistol she held at the shooter, but before she could fire another shot struck her in the shoulder throwing her back against the plane.
"Noooo." Harm tried to reach her as shots pinged around him. He crawled to where Mac lay and pulled her behind the wheels of the plane where Bud took cover. Harm threw Bud the gun, pulled Mac into his arms, and applied pressure to the bleeding wound.
Mac grimaced in pain as Harm continued to try to keep the bleeding under control. Another series of gunshots pinged around them. "Hang on Ninja girl. We'll get out of this I promise." Harm stroked her hair away from her face. He had never looked panicked throughout the time they were flying, but Bud Roberts saw his mentor look like he was about in tears as he held Mac trying to protect her from the gunfire.
The sound of sirens grew louder from a distance and several police and other vehicles screeched to a sudden stop near the plane. The area was surrounded by all sorts of law officials. The gunfire stopped. The Admiral and Webb ran to the aircraft. "Get an ambulance!" Harm yelled and returned his focus back to Mac who managed to look up at him and smile.
"I know you always keep your promises." She closed her eyes unable to remain conscious. Harm pulled her closer and rocked her while a tear ran down his face.
*****
Harm sat next to her bed as she slept off the effects of the surgery to remove the bullet from her shoulder. The Admiral's hand on his shoulder interrupted his trance. Harm stood up and followed AJ out to the hall where Webb and Bud waited.
"We caught Rice and Patterson. As we speak, agents in New Orleans are rounding up Beaux. Apparently they were setting up Admiral Martin to take the fall for the weapons deals." Webb explained.
"Martin was a good and honorable man." AJ said sadly.
"But if Agent Rice was involved how come they didn't get to the Commander when he was in New Orleans?" Bud asked.
"Rice wasn't assigned to the case until Harm returned to Washington. Cases within the agency are kept under wraps." Webb added.
"So the right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing?" Admiral Chegwidden concluded.
"I guess you could say that and now you understand why." Webb added. "Thanks Harm, we couldn't have done this without you. Keep me informed on Mac."
The agent left the Naval officers standing outside Mac's room.
"Wow! Did I just hear Clayton Webb say thank you?" Bud raised his eyebrows and grinned.
The Admiral chuckled, "I guess pigs do fly."
Harm looked at his CO in confusion. "Some things are best not remembered, but I should warn you. If Webb comes asking for favors don't just turn and walk away. Run like hell." The Admiral explained.
"I need to get back to Mac." Harm walked into the hospital room to see Mac begin to stir.
"Hey, I've been worried about you Ninja girl." Harm sat down on the side of her bed, picked up a cup, and fed her a few pieces of ice.
She smiled sleepily, "You called me Ninja girl. Your memory is coming back."
"There are still some pretty big gaps, but yea I remember you." Harm said gently.
"I have a pretty dark past." She swallowed and looked sadly into his eyes.
"I can only seem to remember that you have always been there for me. I hope that's not the dark past you regret." He smiled gently and then continued. "When I couldn't remember anyone I somehow knew you, and I finally figured out why." Harm hesitated. "You see my brain must have been scrambled by that explosion." He laughed lightly and then grew serious. Picking up her hand, he troked it. "But you made more than an impression in my mind. Your impression has always been right here in my heart." He placed her hand on his chest.
Tears slipped down Mac's face as he leaned over and brushed his lips lightly to hers. "I apparently have spent my life taking chances, and I for the life of me don't know why I never took a chance with you. I love you Sarah."
"I love you too Harm." She sniffed back another tear.
****
Five years later...
"Mom, you got a letter from John R. Doe." Janet laughed and handed her mom the letter.
Christine smiled as she read the note from Harm and Mac. Janet leaned over her mother's shoulder and looked at the photo of Harm sitting in a large chair with three dark haired little boys surrounding him. The oldest Harm III was leaning on the back of the chair. He was the spitting image of his dad. Two identical boys David and Matt, looked to be around two years of age straddled the arms of the chair. They had dark brown eyes like their mom. Harm was beaming as he held a dark haired infant wrapped in a pink blanket. Christine turned the picture over where Mac had written. "The guys welcome their new little sister 'Christine' home. You were right you know, Harm is a great dad."
The tears suddenly gushed from Christine's eyes. Janet sighed and yelled, "Jeff! Your wife is crying again. Please come hug her."
"Pregnant women are supposed to cry Janet." Christine sniffed and rubbed her swollen belly. "Especially when everyone lives happily ever after."
The end
"I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find the better part of me
I'm more than a bird
I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face besides a train
And its not easy and its not easy to be me..."
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