Title: Comparisons
Author: Jaimi - frick_n_frack@canada.com
Rating:  PG-13
Category: Mostly humor, hint of romance
Spoilers: Odd Man Out; Full Engagement, Blind Side
Summary:  Just a plotless snippet of flirtatious teasing, 
starring our fave couple, after the events of Odd Man Out.
Disclaimer:  I don’t own anybody, but boy, if I owned Harm...
*coughs*  Anyway, Harm, Mac and Sturgis all belong to Paramount, 
Donald P. Bellisario and CBS...lucky bastards.


Author’s Note:  Constructive criticism welcome, but flames will 
be ignored.  This is my first attempt at JAG fic.  I only started 
watching the show at the beginning of the 6th season, so some older 
facts may be lost on me.  Some stuff I get just from reading quotes 
from the previous seasons.


Comparisons
By: Jaimi


1400 ZULU
JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VA

Commander Harmon "Harm" Rabb Junior walked with a slight spring to his 
step as he entered the bullpen of his work place at JAG headquarters.  
Running a hand through his dark hair, and pulling off his cover, he 
flashed a quick smile, or uttered a friendly hello to his co-workers 
as he passed.  He tossed his cover and briefcase onto a chair in his 
office, before heading in the direction of the kitchen.

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Lt. Colonel Sarah "Mac" Mackenzie tittered, shaking her head, dark 
brown 
hair falling into her equally dark brown eyes.  The source of her 
amusement 
was Commander Sturgis Turner, who was carefully measuring out a tiny 
helping
of sweet and low into his decaf coffee.  "Not only do both you and Harm 
eat
healthy, you drink healthy too.  Geez, Commander.  Take a risk and use 
the 
sugar," Mac commented playfully.

Sturgis just glared at her, shaking his head in disapproval.  "No 
comment, 
Colonel.  Harm’s told me about your eating habits.  Your figure may not 
suffer, but I’ll bet your arteries do."

Mac grinned at him.  "I’ll take that as a compliment, Sturgis, thank 
you.  
Harm hasn’t been so kind.  He called me fat."

Harm walked in just in time to hear the comment and Sturgis glanced at 
him in surprise.  "You called her fat?"

Harm frowned. "Good Morning to you too, Sturgis.  Mac,"  he replied, 
hand on her shoulder as he reached past her for a mug.  "And I did not 
call you fat."

"Whatever Squid," she quipped, not even turning to look at him as she 
poured them both a cup of coffee.  "So," she continued, putting the pot 
back.  "Did you enjoy the Superbowl last night from those oh-so-great 
seats of yours?"  She turned to look at him as she finished the 
question.  
Her eyes took in the jubilant expression on his handsome face, and the 
twinkle of his dazzling blue eyes.  Her jaw dropped.  "Hey!  You never 
went to the game last night, did you?"

Harm’s eyes widened in surprise.  "Ye-yes I did.  I was there."

Sturgis quirked his eyebrows in interest, leaning back against the 
counter.  
He decided to remain and watch the exchange.  

"Don’t lie to me Sailor... you were flying!"  She stated, shaking a 
finger at him.

Harm was shocked.  "How the hell did you know that?  It was the 
Admiral, wasn’t it?  
He told you."

"The Admiral didn’t say a word.  I just know you Harm.  I know that 
look you get 
when you’ve recently flown."

Harm’s brow furrowed in innocent confusion.  "What look?"

"*The* look.  The same look a mother gets after giving birth to her 
first child."

Harm smirked, replying in mock wonder.  "I’m sweaty, red-faced and 
cringing?"

Mac glared daggers at him, hand on her hip in display of impatience.  
Not only 
had he not told her about his flight, but now he was making fun of her.  
"No 
smartass.  I’m talking about the glow one gets after having an amazing 
experience,"
she replied sharply.  

Harm chuckled.  "I don’t know how I feel about childbirth being an 
amazing experience, 
but the events that lead to it sure are."

Sturgis bit back a chuckle, knowing the reaction it would entice from 
their feisty 
Marine friend.  He focused his attention on the mug between his clasped 
hands, 
attempting to hide his amusement.  Their bickering used to bother him, 
but now 
that the hostility had lessened and it was more often all in good fun, 
he found 
it to be rather entertaining.  

Mac sighed in exasperation, throwing her hands up in the air.  "Leave 
it to you 
to compare flying to sex."  Grabbing her coffee, she began to storm out 
of the room.

Harm grinned widely, winking at Sturgis before calling after Mac.  "Hey 
Marine!  
You do recall I took *you* flying once, don’t you?"

Sturgis chuckled, shaking his head.  "You’re in for it now, Harm," he 
muttered as 
he went to take another sip of his coffee.  Harm ignored him, watching 
as Mac whirled 
around, both hands going to her hips.  

Suddenly the glare turned to an innocent smile.  "I do, Flyboy..."  The 
sweet smile 
then turned to a sassy smirk.  "I also recall throwing up."  

Sturgis almost choked on his coffee, spitting it back into his cup and 
letting out a 
surprised laugh.  /Only Mac,/  he thought, of the blunt comeback.

Not waiting for a reply, Mac turned on her heel and continued out of 
the room.

Harm pursed his lips, fighting back a smile.  He loved her fiery 
spirit, and had 
been counting on a witty rebuttal...  Maybe not quite so insulting, but 
he had to 
hand it to her, he had that one coming.  With a shake of his head, he 
called after 
her one last time before she turned out the door.  "Very funny, 
Colonel...  Just you 
wait, you’ll get yours."

She ignored him, and disappeared out the door.

Still laughing, Sturgis spoke up.  "What are you gonna do Harm?  Take 
her flying 
again?"  he wheezed out. 

Harm turned to glare at him.  "Bite it, *Chuckles*."

Sturgis burst into another fit of laughter as Harm stalked out of the 
room.  He soon 
followed suit, shaking his head, and muttering to himself.  "What a 
pair!"

The End


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