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| Harm stared at his wife. "We have to do what?" "Reenact what happened. Don't worry, we won't use a real knife. It will only seem real because it will all be in our heads... like we said it was." The two jumped when the phone rang. Harm snatched it before Mac could. "Hello?" "It's Bud, sir. Sorry to bother you." "Um, Bud, we're kind of in the middle of something right now. Are the kids all right?" "Oh yeah, sorry. They're fine. It's just that Nicholas misses you both and won't go to bed until he talks to you." Harm sighed. "Put him on." "Hi Daddy!" "Hey, Sport. Are you giving Uncle Bud a hard time?" Nicholas giggled. "Yeah. When are you and Mommy coming home." "In two days. Want to talk to Mommy?" "I do, I do!" Harm handed her the phone. Your son would like to speak with you. She smiled. "Hey there, Nicholas." "Mommy, I miss you!" "I miss you too. We'll be home soon, I promise." There was no answer. "Hello? Nicholas?" "Sorry, Ma'am," Bud said coming on the line. "I guess he's satisfied." "That's okay," Mac replied with a laugh. "I guess we'll see you in two days." "Hey, anything mysterious going on over there?" She rolled her eyes. "Bud Roberts, I'm hanging up now. Good bye!" Harm laughed as she slammed the phone down. "Bud ask about our ghosts?" "What do you think?" *************** Harm was walking in the gardens again, waiting for Michael to possess him. He still couldn't believe he was doing this and idly wondered what Sturgis would think of it all. "Thank you for doing this for us, Commander Rabb." "You know, you could do that without sneaking up on me," Harm replied, his hand to his chest. Michael smiled. "I am sorry." "It's all right... So, what happens now?" "I possess you and will go through my actions the night Marissa killed me." Harm nodded. "I'm ready." "You'll feel slightly disoriented," Michael explained. "It won't take longer than 20 minutes, but it might seem longer." Harm nodded again as Michael stepped into him. It was the oddest sensation he had ever felt and soon he realized that Michael was leading them back to the Manor. Michael stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up. Soon he'd be with his beautiful wife again. ************** "Are you ready?" Marissa asked and Mac nodded. It was now or never. "Then let us begin." Mac couldn't shake the feeling that she was flying. That's what it felt like to her. *It's not as bad as I thought it'd be,* she thought. There was a knock at the door and Marissa/Mac opened it to let Michael/Harm in. "I was wondering when you'd get back," Marissa said. "You said it was urgent, so, here I am. What's going on?" Marissa withdrew a knife from behind her back. She then looked up at Michael. His eyes were focused on her face. "I hate you," she growled. "What?" "I'm sorry that I have to do this, Michael," she whispered, moving closer to him. "Marissa, why are you doing this?" He asked. "I have to, Michael. I just have to..." With a scream, she lunged at him, jamming the knife into his stomach. Harm's eyes snapped open. He looked to his right to find Mac lying next to him. He shook her shoulder. "Sarah, wake up." "Harm? What happened?" She didn't see Marissa or Michael anywhere. "Did we help them?" "I don't know," he replied, helping her up. A pillow smacked him in the face. It had a message written on it. He handed it to Mac with a smile. "'Thank you,'" she read. ************ "Did you bring us anything?" Nicholas exclaimed, jumping up and down. Harm glanced over at Mac, who shrugged. He handed him a bag. "Thank you!" Nicholas raced off into the living room with Christiana and Trisha hot on his heels. "Mom, you guys don't look very rested," Serena pointed out. "What did you two do?" "Rena," Evelyn said, jabbing her sister in the side. "What we did at Brookside Manor is between your father and I," Mac said in reply. Evenly put a hand to her mouth. "I did NOT want to hear that. Come on, Rena, lets see what they got us." Serena nodded, but still confused as to why her question was the wrong one to ask. Evelyn explained it to her and she cried out, "Ewwww!" Harm shook his head. "It's good to be home, huh?" "Yeah," Mac said with a smile. "Where's Bud?" "Oh, sorry, I'm right here." They followed the sound of his voice and found him tied to a chair in the kitchen. "What in the world is going on, Bud?" Harm asked. "Long story." Mac untied the wayward sailor. "We have time." "No way, not until you tell me what happened at Brookside Manor. I can tell by the looks on your faces that some out of the ordinary happened and I want to know about it." Harm sighed, a small grin playing on his lips. "Really, Bud, that kind of information is privileged. We don't want to embarrass you or anything." "You're telling me that no pillows disappeared or anything?" "Nope," Mac replied. "All Harm and I did was have--" Harm covered her mouth. "He really doesn't need to know, honey. Besides, we can let his imagination run away with him." "If you think that's best." Mac kissed Harm and went to check on her children. They were awfully quiet. Harm looked over at Bud, who was just staring at him. Harm clapped his friend on the back. "I really think you and Harriet should go to Brookside Manor sometime." |
