THE MORNING AFTER
AUTHOR: manette-any feedback is appreciated to manetjt@aol.com 

RATED: PG-13- HARM IS NAKED (yes I'm shouting)

SPOILERS: I mangled dialogue mainly from Measure of Men, Jagathon, 
Touch and 
Go, Capitol Crime and some others I'm sure I forgot

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Jag but I just love all the characters to death 
even 
when I am having them act silly- so don't sue me, please

SUMMARY: I tried for about 5 seconds to write a serious sequel to my 
Love and??¦
series but everything I wrote was too dull or too NC-17 so finally when 
my 
brain exploded I just wrote this foolish bit of nonsense instead.  



THE MORNING AFTER

Harm snuggled up to the brown haired, chocolate eyed, graceful limbed, 
ruby 
lipped, skinny waisted, ample bosomed, fleet of foot, quick witted 
creature 
in his arms.

 "Good Morning, Ninja Marine??¦" he murmured as he nuzzled her neck.

Mac's eyes fluttered open and she smiled shyly.  "Morning, Squid 
Stick."

She couldn't believe that she was finally waking up in his bed after 
all 
these years.  She just hoped things wouldn't be too awkward between 
them now 
that they had finally done the deed. 

 "Last night was incredible, Jarhead Girl." He had a hesitant tone in 
his 
voice that concerned her. "But do you know why I woke you up?"

"No," she answered uncertainly.

"Cause I needed to ask you a question and I knew you wouldn't answer me 
if 
you were asleep."

He had her attention now. "What is it, Hammer Boy?" Now that they were 
involved maybe he wished he were dead!

"Was it good for you?" He asked, but he wouldn't meet her eyes. 

"Why? Wasn't it good for you?  Are you having second thoughts about 
last 
night, Harm Fly?"

He seemed surprised by her questions. "Are you testing me?"

She jumped off the bed and wrapped the sheet around herself. "Just 
answer the 
question," she said irritably. She did a little jig as she waited for 
him to 
answer.

"As long as you answer mine," he said defensively.

By now she was crossing her legs and hopping from one foot to the 
other. "I'm 
so sick of 
this dance!" she cried as she ran to the bathroom.  Nature called. 

Harm was busy gulping, and mulling his options, and swallowing hard, 
and 
weighing the facts so he didn't notice her mad dash out of the bedroom. 

Spring turned into summer and he finally decided that there was only 
one 
course of action to take. He had to tell her the truth, because the 
truth was 
everything.

"It was," he uttered haltingly.  "It was good for me."

He looked up, eager to see the delight on Mac's face when she heard his 
words, only to discover that she was nowhere to be found.

"Mac!" He jumped out of bed, desperate to find her. Not caring that he 
was 
naked, he raced into the living room and came to a screeching halt when 
he 
found Sturgis and a fully dressed Mac sitting at his bar eating Beltway 
Burgers.

"Sturgis?? What are you doing here?" Harm grabbed some newspaper off 
the bar 
and tried to cover himself strategically.

"Hey, buddy," Sturgis said before taking another bite of his hamburger.

"I happened to notice Sturgis out the window stealing your corvette so 
he 
could take it for a little spin and I was having visions of Beltway 
Burgers 
so I convinced him to pick some up on his way back," Mac explained 
matter of 
factly.

"You were having psychic visions about Beltway Burgers?" Harm asked 
incredulously.

"Not exactly. I just saw vegetarian lasagna in my future if I didn't 
take 
corrective measures immediately." She smiled at him with greasy lips.

"Hey, buddy, the Sports pages are slipping," Sturgis pointed out. "You 
might 
want to go put on some boxers or something."

"Maybe I should, but I can't handle having a partner that knows the 
color of 
my underwear." Harm glanced shyly at Mac.

Sturgis saw the looks the naked aviator and the feisty kick-ass colonel 
were 
exchanging. He might be the son of a preacher man but he wasn't a total 
innocent.  "Are you two involved?" he demanded.

"Yes," they both said in unison caving to the pressure of his question. 
He 
had refined his interrogating techniques to a fine art and they were no 
match 
for him.

"Why don't you just get over it and move on?" Sturgis asked 
nonsensically.

"It wouldn't work," Harm said as he sidled sideways over to Mac, trying 
to 
keep his newspaper in place and not moon Sturgis.

Mac adjusted his classified ads and wrapped her arms around his waist. 
"We're 
in love with each other." They gazed into each other's eyes forgetting 
all 
about the questions they weren't going to answer until the other person 
answered first.

"Harm, buddy, I hate to bring this up, but now that you are involved 
with 
Mac, do you wish you were dead?" Sturgis asked with concern.

Newspaper flew everywhere as Harm exploded with agitation. Naked and 
visibly 
upset he yelled. "That is not what I said!" Biceps bulging he shook his 
fists 
and implored the heavens, "Why does everyone misquote me??"

"Wish you were dead, feel like you're dead??¦What's the difference?" 
Sturgis 
didn't understand why his buddy was so upset.

"Don't you see? It fundamentally alters the heroic nature of my 
character for 
me to utter such vile remarks about the love of my life!!  On the other 
hand, 
if I merely feel like I'm dead then one can detect poignancy, a 
yearning, and 
a hope that my true love can save me from said fate." He was waxing 
poetic.

The sight of her passionate, unclad, fiery, bare-bottomed, tempestuous 
stripped down sailor, with parts flailing, stirred Mac. He was 
magnificent in 
his fury. "Power down, Harm, at least until we're alone!" She whispered 
seductively. 

"Sorry, Mac, I get a little carried away when people mess with my noble 
make-up.

Sturgis decided that he had caused enough trouble for one day and 
besides 
that he was really tired of seeing Harm naked. "Well. I better get 
going. 
Bobbie and I are supposed to sail out to some new island that was 
recently 
discovered. I can't think of the name of it but it was named for this 
man and 
woman who never did it even though they were single and physically 
attracted 
to each other.  Can you imagine? It's become quite a tourist 
attraction." 

"Sounds like fun. Tell Bobbie we said hi," Harm said as he rewrapped 
himself 
in the Life and Arts section.

"Bye, Sturgis. Thanks for the Beltway Burgers." Mac added happily.

The front door closed and Harm and Mac were left gazing at each other 
longingly.
"Alone at last," Harm murmured as he swept her into his embrace.

"I thought he would never leave," Mac sighed as she wrapped her arms 
around 
his neck.

"Where were we?" Harm asked as he scooped her up and carried her to the 
bedroom.

"You were about to tell me if it was good for you and while I'm 
thinking 
about it why did you back away in Sydney Harbor?"

The scene fades to black as our happy couple disappeared. Many 
questions 
remained??¦??¦??¦??¦??¦.

THE END