Title: Better Late Than Never 

Author: Cally Bell(crzychk17@yahoo.com) 

Summary: A short story. Mac has an interesting
re-occuring dream about Harm. 

Rating: PG-13 for implied content 

Feedback: I don't mind...Keep in mind though that this
is my very first one :)

Disclaimer: As you all guessed, nothing is mine. Not
even close!

Spoiler: None 

 



0445

Sarah MacKenzie's Apt 

 



I can feel his soft hands on my legs. I don't see his
face, but I know it's him. I hear his breathing
quicken as each second passes. He leans down and
pauses just above my lips....*beep beep beep beep* 




Sarah MacKenzie let's out a loud sigh as she turns off
the alarm. "Damn thing. Never let's me finish"! She
rolls out of bed, dreading the day ahead. Not so much
the work at JAG HQ, but facing the one who plays the
leading man in her dreams, Harmon Rabb Jr. She knows
they are just dreams, but she can't help but feel
quilty every time he looks at her. It's almost like he
can "see" inside her mind and knows what she is
thinking. 



"Oh give it a rest Mac" she says to herself. "He's
talented, but not THAT talented." 

 



0700 

JAG HQ 

 



The morning went by very uneventful, that is until the
object of her current obsession walked in the room.
She stared at him and took in all his features. She
loved the way he walked, talked, and smiled. Oh God
that smile! She almost didn't hear him as he got
closer. 



"Good morning Mac. How was your weekend?" 



She shook it off and was just able to answer in time. 



"All right. Not much happened, just stayed at home." 



He acknowledged with a nod and was off to his office.
She watched as he walked away and couldn't resist a
quick peak at his "six". She managed a small smile
before heading off to her own office. She wouldn't see
him again for another hour, at the Staff Meeting. She 

decided to use this time to get herself under control.




After the meeting, Harm stood outside her office and
lightly knocked. She looked up at him and instantly
smiled. 



"Hey Harm. Do you need anything?" 



"Just wanted to ask if you had plans for lunch?" 



Reluctantly she replied, "Actually I'm real busy, but
we could do dinner, if you are free of course" 



"Sure, that's great! I'll see you around 1900 then,
okay." 



"Yea that's fine, see you then." 



As he walked off, she allowed herself to breathe
normally again. She has decided to tell him about her
dreams. Maybe doing that will help keep them to a
minimum. More importantly, she is so tired of waiting
for him to make a move. She figures that if she starts
telling him

her dreams, then maybe it'll start something.
Desperate times call for desperate measures and this
situation qualifies 100%! 

 

 



1856

Harm' Apt 

 



Without giving herself time to reconsider, she knocks,
and within seconds he is standing before her. 



"Hi there Mac, come on in. Pizza's already here and
the movie is ready to start." 



She walked in, made herself comfortable, and silently
tried to come up with a way to put her plan in motion.




After the movie was over, they sat on the couch and
talked about work and family. This is where she
decided to implement her plan. 



"Harm, have you noticed me acting differently towards
you?" 



"I don't know...sometimes maybe. Why?" 



"Well, it's kind of funny actually. Um, you see, I've
been having these dreams about you lately." 



"Oh yea? What kind of dreams?" 



Mac chose this time to move closer to Harm, their legs
just barely touching. She thought to herself, "This
has got to work!" 



"Well, they start off dark, but I know you are there.
I can feel your hands on my legs, right about here." 



She takes his hands and places them on her thighs. Her
muscles tense immediately, but soon relax from his
warm touch. 



Harm barely whispers, "Um...What happens next?" 



"Well, I can feel you leaning towards me. You stop
just before you reach my lips, and that's when I
always wake up." 



Harm shifts his body, but never let's go of her
thighs. He moves to an advantage point just above her,
then slowly guides her until she is lying on the
couch. He leans closer and stops inches before her
mouth. 



"Is this where the dream stops?" 



She had to fight to remain calm.  



"Yes." 



"Not this time." 



With that said, he leans down and finally meets his
lips with hers. Neither of them could imagine why it
had taken so long to get to this point, but they
finally did. As the old saying goes, "Better late than
never." 



~The End~