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| Mac looked around the bedroom. She didn't remember there being dark blue curtains in front of the balcony doors. She could have sworn they were beige blinds. She got up from bed and went into the living room. For some reason she didn't seem to feel in control of her actions. Her mouth opened and she called for her husband. "Mac?" he asked in confusion. "Are you all right?" Mac blinked and saw a knife in her hand. She then looked up at Harm. His eyes were focused on her face. "I hate you," she growled. "What?" Where did that come from? Mac thought anxiously. Why was she thinking such horrible thoughts? Was she... Could she be possessed? No! That's impossible. "I'm sorry that I have to do this, Harm," she replied, moving closer to him. *Run away, Harm!* she cried to herself. She was going to kill him, why wouldn't he move! "Mac, snap out of it!" He cried. Tears ran unchecked down her face. Her children were never going to forgive her for this. With a scream, she lunged at Harm, jamming the knife into his stomach. "Mac! Mac, wake up!" Mac's eyes snapped open, her face still wet with tears. "Oh God!" Harm watched her in concern. She had been dreaming for a good 20 minutes and he was just now able to wake her up. "Sarah, are you all right?" She looked over at her husband. He was alive. Alive! Mac launched herself into his arms and began crying uncontrollably. Harm stroked her back, giving her words of comfort. "That must have been one hell of a dream," he commented. "You have no idea!" she gasped out. She then began to explain it to him. "It felt so real, Harm!" He kissed her forehead. "You don't have to worry, it's not real. See, I'm still here with you." He placed her hand on his chest so that she could feel his heartbeat. "I'm sorry I woke you," she whispered. "It's all right," he replied. "Are you ready to try and go back to sleep?" Mac nodded and they both laid down. She snuggled up close to him. "I love you, Mac." "I love you." ************** Harm watched his wife as she slept. Fortunately, the dream didn't return again. His head hit the mattress with a soft bounce. Where had that pillow gone to? With a shrug, he leaned over to kiss Mac. She smiled when she felt her husband kiss her lips. "Morning, Sailor." "Morning." "You really know how to wake up a-- oof." Harm glanced over at her to see that her pillow had disappeared as well. "Harm," she warned. "I am not in the mood for that." "I didn't touch it! In fact, mine's gone too." Mac sat up and looked around. "This is just too weird for me. Let's find somewhere else to say." Harm's reply was muffled by a pillow that suddenly appeared on top of him. He threw it to the floor. "I was going to say no because everyone at JAG paid for this, but I'm beginning to think we should." "This place was Bud's idea. I think we should give him and Harriet the rest of the week." Harm laughed. "Harriet would love that!" |
