TITLE: Talking in Circles and Meaningful Glances
AUTHOR: Breniah
EMAIL: breniah@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: Don't own `em, never will.
CATEGORY: Harm/Mac
SPOLIERS: Measure of Men
SEASON: six I think
SUMMARY: Harm was right, they hadn't finished talking.
ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just let me know.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first JAG fic, so please be kind. Feed 
back would be nice. *g*


"We hadn't finished talking, Mac," Harm said softly.

"What makes you think that we'll ever stop talking?" she
threw back 
at him. She studied his face for a moment, and then turned back to 
Gunny.

Harm stood immobile, watching her walk away from him again. She was 
right, and he was tired of their dance too. 

"Because I would," he called out to her. She stopped, her
back 
stiffening. "To answer your question, yes, I would."

She slowly turned around, shock evident on her face. 

He smiled gently. "Now can we finish our conversation?" he
asked, 
indicating the corridor they had just come from.

She nodded slowly. Turning to Gunny she said, "We can continue
this 
later."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, looking curiously at them.

Harm led Mac back to the room and shut the door. He turned to face 
her, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. He cleared his throat a 
little. "Can I please get an answer to my question now, Mac?"

"Which one was that?" she asked, watching him as he fidgeted
around 
the room.

"What would happen if I did give Renee up?"

"Ah, that one." She sighed and ran her fingers through her
hair. "To 
be honest, Harm, I have no idea. We have been talking, and I use the 
term loosely, for so long, I don't know what happens now. Believe
it 
or not, but it kind of seems unexpected."

He grinned at her. "Know what you mean." He reached out a
hand to 
her, which she accepted slowly. He gently held her shoulders and 
said, "How about I tell you how it could be?"

She nodded, unable to speak with his hands gently running up and down 
her arms.

"Once again my timing is way off," he said, self
depreciatingly. "But 
I don't plan to wait anymore. Circumstances have always been
against 
us. This time, we'll do things our way. When I get back, and
Renee 
returns from Minnesota, I'm going to end it with her."

"But her father?" Mac interrupted. "You can't do that
to her."

"Mac, it's going to upset her whenever I do it! Just let me
finish, 
please?"

She nodded.

"Thank you. What I am trying to get at is I want you, Mac. I want
you 
in my life. But I don't want to rush it. We both have some
emotional 
baggage to sort through. Mick only just left and I don't want you
to 
jump into a relationship with me without sorting through all
that."

"Harm…" she began.

"Ah uh! No interrupting! So, we take some time, a few weeks, a
month 
or two, whatever, and we talk to each other, like this, again."

Silence descended over them for a minute.

"Am I allowed to talk now?" Mac asked softly.

Harm nodded, slipping his arms around her waist and hugging her to 
him.

She sighed against his chest. "You've thought about this a
lot, 
haven't you?"

"I have."

"If you think we both need time to sort through everything, why
did 
you start this conversation now?"

"Because, I don't want something to get in our way later. No 
misunderstandings no missed chances. This way, it's like a
promise 
for the future. And I am sick of the talking in circles and 
meaningful glances too."

She snuggled deeper into his chest. "Well, flyboy, when we get
home I 
guess we have some work to do."

"I think you will find I am worth it," he said cheekily, a
smile in 
his voice.

She looked up at him indignantly. "Watch it, mister!"

He cupped her face and kissed her, gently and softly.

She pulled back gently, and looked up at him. "What was that
for?"

"Call it a reminder of the future."

The End