Name: Perfect Fit 



Author name: Christie Blotnicky (cblotnicky@yahoo.ca…
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Rating: PG 13 



Spoilers: People VS. Gunny 



Disclaimer: All normal disclaimers apply 

 

 

 



Perfect Fit 

 



Mac slid the small loop off of her right ring finger
and onto her left. She smiled lightly as she examined
it. She was taken out of her reverie by Harm at the
door. She tried in vain to pull off the ring, when
warning bells started going off in her head. 



“Hey Mac,” Harm said. He strolled into the room and
sat across from her.  



“Hey, what’s up?” She asked, distractedly.  



“Not much. I see you’ve accepted Brumby’s proposal,”
He said motioning to her finger. 



“Oh, no, I was just seeing how it looked. You know,”
She stopped for a moment in thought. “Hey Harm, can I
talk to you about something?” 



“Sure, what do you need?” 



“Close the door would you?” He nodded and shut the
door and returned to his seat across from her. 



“This isn’t right Harm,” She said in a low voice. He
looked at her, genuinely confused. 



“What isn’t?” 



“I can’t get the ring off. I always thought that when
I got an engagement ring it would fit perfectly, and
if it didn’t it wasn’t meant to be,” She said in a
whisper to him. He nodded in understanding. He wanted
to tell her it wasn’t meant to be for her and Brumby,
but it was for them. He decided to stick with what was
safe.  



“Maybe it’s not coming off because it is meant to be,”
he found himself saying. Mac looked as though she was
weighing options then shook her head. 



“I don’t think so. If the ring won’t come off, it
feels like I’m being trapped into it, like I can’t get
out if I want to somewhere down the road,” She was
genuinely upset about this, which in any other
situation might amuse Harm. As for now, he was worried
about what decision she might make.  



“Did it ever occur to you that maybe a ring is just a
ring? You can always get it sized,” Harm said.  



“It’s not just that Harm. I always thought when two
people were meant to be together everything would fit.
Like when they kissed, their mouths were like lock and
key. Their bodies would be a hand in a glove. Do you
know what I mean?”

“I think so,” He looked at her longingly. 



“Have you ever felt that way? When you kissed a woman
did you just fit?”  



“Yes.” 



“With Renee?” Harm laughed lightly at this. 



“Silicon queen of the west, Mac? Everyone fits into
her, it’s like laying on a huge pillow,” Despite
herself Mac laughed. 



“Well, if not Renee, then who?” He hesitated for a
moment.  



“You,” He said quietly. She stopped and looked into
his eyes.  



“What?” 



“I fit perfectly with you,” He repeated. She waited a
moment before responding.  



“I know.” 



“Are you in love with him Mac?” This question caught
her by surprise. Then she shook her head. 



“No.” 



“Then why would you even consider marrying him?” A
wave of pain shot through her face. She had thought
about telling Harm why before, but now she was faced
with the situation. She decided to explain. 



“Harm, I’m not getting any younger. Like I told you
when little A.J was born, my biological clock is going
off. I’m afraid if I don’t go for the goal now, I’ll
never get a break away like this again,” She said.  



“You’re afraid you’ll be alone forever,” He said. It
was more of a comment then a question. She pressed her
lips firmly together and nodded. He took her hand in
his and looked into her eyes. 



“You wont be Mac. I promise,” he said. 



“How can you promise that?” 



“Because I’m ready to let go Mac. It’s your call now,”
He said with obvious sincerity. Mac gazed in to his
blue pools for several more minutes. She took her
hands away from his and tugged once more at the ring,
finally getting it off. She set it down on the desk
and stood and walked to his side. He stood to look at
her. 



“Don’t make me regret this, Harm,” she said.  



“Never,” He answered. With that his lips were crushing
onto hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and
tangled them in his hair. When they broke apart she
smiled lightly at him. 



“Perfect fit,” She whispered. He laughed lightly.  



“What about Renee and Brumby?” He asked solemnly. Her
smile faded. 



“Mic can go back down under. I’ll break it off with
him tonight.” 



“Same with Renee. Well, the breaking it off part. I’m
not sure her hair would survive down under,” They
laughed lightly, never breaking the embrace.