Title: Recklessly In Love

Author: Lisa Mendell

E-mail: harm_mac_4ever@yahoo.com or JAGFanWriter@netscape.net

Rating: G  

Classification: Story, H/M Shipper, Story, Romance 

Spoilers: “Lifeline”

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Don Bellisario & co. I am just 
borrowing them for entertainment purposes. No infringement intended.

Summary: Sometimes it’s better to listen to your heart instead of your 
head. 

Author’s notes: The song “Helplessly, Hopelessly” belongs to Jessica 
Andrews. This story hasn’t been beta read so any mistakes and goofiness 
are all mine. :)

Feedback is welcome. Please send it to harm_mac_4ever@yahoo.com or 
JAGFanWriter@netscape.net


1330 Hours
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia

I heard a new song on the radio today, and it made me think of Harm. 
Not just him, but us. It’s funny, but a week ago at the Admiral’s when I 
was on the porch with him, I almost wanted him to take me away after 
our kiss. It’s reckless and crazy, but it would have been so easy to just 
let him kiss me and hold me. 

When I said that stuff about Sydney and the ferry; about back then I 
would’ve “risked it all”, I meant it.  I could see Harm knew I meant it 
too, but I don’t think he knew what to say.

That new song is floating in my head again. It’s the new Jessica 
Andrews song “Helplessly, Hopelessly” and some of those lyrics hit home for 
me. 

But when you're holding me like this
I'm carelessly lost in your touch
I'm completely defenseless
Baby, it's almost too much
I'm helplessly, hopelessly, recklessly
Falling in love

So let consequence do what it will to us
I don't care
Let the stars stand as witness to it all
Say the word and tonight I will follow you anywhere
I just can't pretend anymore
I'm too sturdy to fall

I’ve known for a long time now that Harm is the one for me. I think the 
kiss only clarified it.  As soon as Mic found out, he took the ring and 
was on a plane to Australia. I figured we’d fight, but it was 
relatively calm.

The song speaks to me. I suppose I should talk to Harm. We’ve been 
quiet around each other since the sparks of the kiss between us. I think he 
was a bit afraid at first, and then the next day when he didn’t see the 
ring on either hand he really didn’t know what to say.

I look up from my desk and there he is, his 6’4” frame in the doorway. 
He looks at me and then the biggest flyboy grin spreads across his 
face. I haven’t seen one like it since. . .since. . .I don’t know when. How 
can one look and a gorgeous smile make me forget everything?

“Hey, marine,” he says.

“Hey, sailor. What’s up?”

“Nothin’. I just thought that maybe we should talk.”

“About what?”

“About what happened at your engagement party. I realize now how out of 
line I was. You were right when you said we were getting too good at 
saying good-bye.” He hangs his head for a moment, and the first thing 
that comes to my mind is a lost puppy.

“I don’t regret the kiss, Harm. If you would have been paying attention 
the next day, you’d have seen the ring was gone. Or maybe you did 
notice and weren’t sure what to say?”

“Yeah, Mac. I thought it was my fault.”

“Hey, I was the one who was wrong. When you kissed me, all these 
shivers went through my body and I knew that it wasn’t good-bye. If I would 
have had the guts, I would have gone anywhere with you that night, Harm. 
I knew I had to tell Mic first.”

“Woah back up, Sarah. You would have gone anywhere with me?”

“Yes, I would have, Harm. You haven’t called me Sarah since that night 
in Sydney.”

“You noticed? I bet you’re just dying to know what it means when I call 
you that, aren’t you?” he asks teasingly.

“It’s not every day your best friend calls you by your given name. And 
if I have to torture the reason out of you, I’m gonna have so much fun 
doing it!”

“Come ‘ere, you,” he says as he pulls me close for another breathtaking 
kiss. At this point, neither one of us cares who sees it, because we’re 
both helplessly, hopelessly, recklessly falling in love.
The End