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Spoilers: Well, I think every JAG fan knows that Harm's father went MIA, so none to my knowledge.
Rating: G
Classification: Just a Harm Sr. POV. Mac/Harm are implied
Summary: Harm Sr. looks down on his only son, and thinks about the life he leads. Reflects on his past, and looks into
the future with hope. The story happens as if Harm and Mac had addmited their feelings on the Admirals porch that night,
and it's now about October 2003.
As I look down on my son, I feel all emotions at once.
I feel overjoyed that he has found love in a women that will always love him back.
I feel proud when I see all he's done with is life. An Academy graduate, decorated Naval aviator,
and accomplished JAG lawyer. But above all, he's an outstanding man.
I feel an immense love for him. I have since he was born. The second I looked at him, I knew I was hooked for life.
I loved him and Trish when I left that October morning for another deployment on the Tico. I loved them when I was shot
down and captured. I loved them when I escaped and found a friend who turned out to be more. I loved them when
they captured me again and loved them when I took my last breath. I never stopped.
I feel thankful for getting to spend those 6 years with him.
But at the same time I feel saddened by seeing him. He seems to be doing so well without me, and deep down it hurts. I
think he got it from me. I never knew my father, and I got by without him. I did well by falling in love with Trish,
because she taught our son to remember his father. She never tried to make him forget about me, even after she married
Frank, she always let him remember. Frank did a great job too. He never tried to replace me as Harm's father, only tried to
be a good man to him.
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As I walk through the hallways of the hospital I look into rooms and see a variety of things.
Some families are crying over the beeping machines that tells of a family members death.
Others are praying that a loved one comes out of a coma.
Some are sitting by an ICU bed, hoping for a miracle.
I see some patients who are alone. No one except the doctors and nurses come into their rooms. They have no hope in their
eyes.
I look into the Oncology floor and see drugs being pumped into people, leaving them weak and tired for weeks and
nauseous for days.
I see the ER, where people of all kinds receive treatment for a variety of ailments.
The Heart Health floor is a somber place to be. Men and women who are barely hanging to life, waiting for the transplant
that will save their life.
As I look at all these people, most of whom don't deserve to be in the position they're in, I'm thankful that it's not on
one of these floors that I have to stop on.
Instead, I'm going to Labor & Delivery. I'm going to watch my first grandchild come into the outside world. I walk into
the room and see my beautiful Trish, her husband Frank, and my dear mother. By the bed is Harm, and his lovely wife, Sarah,
but whom they call Mac. The doctor comes in and says it's time to start pushing. Frank announces that he'll go wait in the
waiting room with the JAG staff, and for someone to come tell them the news as soon as it happens.
When I look back at Sarah she's started to push and is screaming at Harm that he'll never get within 3 feet of her ever
again. He just grins and kisses her forehead. The head is starting to show it's self, and it's obvious by the amount
that this child will have it's mothers hair, and probably color. At the next contraction the head and shoulders are out,
and the doctor gently rotates the baby and he slides out. My son has a baby boy. He stares at the nurses with deep blue
eyes, the same ones Harm had when he was born. The screaming child handed to his mother and he immediately stops crying,
and stares peacefully at his mother.
45 minutes later a load of people enter the room. Admiral Chegwidden, who's helped my boy through all the problems he's
gotten himself into. Bud and Harriet Roberts, who has been the best friends Harm and Sarah could have asked for. My Trish
and her Frank are back. And finally I see my other son. Sergei is carrying flowers for the new mother.
"What's his name?" Asked Harriet.
Harm smiles and says, "Harmon David Rabb, IV. But we'll call him David."
Harriet pats her own enlarged abdomen. "I guess this is a good time to tell everyone that Bud and I are having a girl. Her
name will be Mackenzie Alexandria. Mackenzie after you ma'am, and Alexandria after my mother, who despite her annoying ways
is still important to me."
"It's beautiful Harriet. I'm honored that you'd name your daughter after me again."
"You're my best friend, and I'm happy to name my daughter after you. I hope she grows up to be just like you. Except a
Sailor. No Marines in my house."
Everyone laughed.
Yes, my son did well. He has a great career, a CO who's also a friend, good friends in the Roberts, a mother and stepfather
who showed him how to live, and a beautiful wife who will always love him. And now a son to complete the Rabb family.
Yes, he's done just fine.
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So, what'd you all think? If you all really liked it, I might continue with the lives of Harm, Mac, and David after they
go home. I love feedback, good or bad. [email protected].