Title:  “Resolution”

Author:  Heather Aster

Timeframe:  Between Adrift 1 & 2

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Skates eased the rental car down the ramp and into the steady flow of mid-day traffic on the Beltway, leaving Bethesda Naval Hospital behind.  She glanced at the other officer in the passenger seat, and was more than a little ticked that he seemed much more interested in the laptop he was fiddling with.

 

“Must be some interesting stuff in there, Sir.”

 

“Huh?  Oh, yeah, kind of.”  He didn’t even look up.  Skates concentrated on the busy road.

 

“More interesting than keeping me company while I drive?  Or are you just unaccustomed to being co-pilot?”

 

“I’m sorry, Skates.  I’ll put it away.”  The laptop was closed and she had his attention now.

 

“Thanks.”

 

Skates tried to smile, wanted to be pleasant, but she had nagging questions - serious questions - and the only person who could answer them was sitting beside her.  She bit her lower lip as the images flashed to the forefront of her memory - again.  She decided to start with an easy one.

 

“So what did the doctors say about your back?”

 

“Should be back to normal in a few weeks with some good physical therapy.  Guess I’ll be bumming rides ‘til then.”

 

He grinned at her, trying to lighten the mood, but it was a hollow gesture.  There was a somber atmosphere between them stemming from the brush with death that they had both just experienced three days ago. 

 

“What’s wrong, Skates?  You okay?”  He must have finally noticed the tension on her face.

 

Skates looked out the window to her left and drew in a heavy breath.  How and where would she start?

 

“I’m not sure, Sir,” she finally managed. 

 

“Are you angry with me?”

 

“Some.”

 

“Do you blame me?”

 

“I don’t know.  That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

 

“I - *we* - did everything we could to save that plane.  We worked together, we followed procedure, we considered all our options until our options ran out.  No one is to blame for it.”

 

“I’m not so sure, Sir.”

 

“Skates, what happened to ‘Harm’?  Why ‘Sir’ all of a sudden?”

 

Skates pursed her lips and gripped the steering wheel tighter.  She had to at least hold it together until they got to Andrews.  Then she could excuse herself to the ladies room for another weak moment before going into the debriefing.

 

“Is there something you want to talk about?”  He was offering her the chance to speak her mind, but she didn’t know if she could do it and still maintain enough composure to drive safely.

 

“Actually, I think I want to listen right now.”

 

“Listen?”

 

“To you.”

 

“What do you want me to say?”

 

“I want you to tell me why you couldn’t wait until the storm passed.  We could have left in the middle of the night and you would have still made it on time.  From where we were it was only a 3 hour flight and -”  Skates’ words caught in her throat but she held her emotional ground. 

 

Harm looked away.  He had no answer.  At the time, it seemed there were no other options.  He felt he absolutely had to get back to DC that night.  Mac was really angry with him for missing the rehearsal dinner, and he knew he’d be on her blacklist big time if he missed the ceremony.  It wouldn’t have been one of his most memorable days, but it would for Mac so he had wanted to be there to support her.  Things couldn’t have gone more wrong, the ceremony had been called off, and people were beginning to talk.  Plus, CINCLANT was considering an investigation. 

 

While Harm was deep in thought, Skates found a hidden pool of resolve.

 

“I was so scared Harm,” she said, finally using his name.  “But not of ejecting, not of injury or even death.  I was scared that I was going to miss out on the life I had planned with Blake.  It’s been a long road being a woman in the Navy, stationed on a carrier, flying with the boys.  Blake wanted to get married three months ago, but I talked him into letting me fly one more tour.  I knew you’d be doing your quals and I wanted to fly with you one more time.  When this tour was over, I was going to transfer to a nice, safe desk job in the Pentagon, and Blake and I were going to get married.  That’s all still going to happen, but I almost lost that out there the other night.  When I realized that it could have been prevented, I started to get angry - at you, at the Captain and the CAG for letting us go, at myself for agreeing with it.  The only reason we left when we did was because of Colonel MacKenzie - *your* reason.  Yeah, Harm, I’m angry with you all right.”

 

Harm rubbed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose.  His head ached from the stress as much as his back ached from his ejection, splashdown and struggle at sea.  There was only one reason why he had to get back in plenty of time before the wedding, but it wasn’t a nice logical one that he could wrap his lawyer’s mind around and explain to a board of inquiry. 

 

“I love her, Skates.”

 

Skates glanced at her friend, knowing how hard that was for him to say, knowing that she would be the only one who would believe him right now.

 

“I know.”

 

They rode in silence for a while. 

 

“I’m not the only one who’s angry with you, Harm.”

 

“I know.”

 

“You have to talk to her.”

 

“She doesn’t want to talk to me right now - probably never.”

 

“You don’t know that.”

 

No response.

 

“Damnit, Harm.”

 

“What?”

 

“No wonder she wanted to marry Brumby.  Talking with you is like having a one-sided conversation.”

 

Harm just looked out the window.

 

Skates sighed.  “Why don’t you practice on me.  Tell me what you want her to know.”

 

Harm gave her a sideways glance and shook his head. 

 

“Come on, Harm.  Get it out of your system.  It’ll be much easier the second time around.”

 

After a few minutes, he finally spoke.  “I love her, Skates.  Have for a long time.”

 

“How long?”

 

“I don’t know when it started, but I know it’s been a few years.”

 

“Why didn’t you ever tell her?”

 

“Fear.”

 

“Of what?”

 

“Losing her.”

 

“You were afraid you’d loose her if you told her you loved her?”

 

He nodded.

 

“Why?”

 

“C’mon, Skates, you know the Navy.”

 

“I do, and I know there are ways around the fraternization rules.  Don’t Lts. Roberts and Sims both work in your office?”

 

“She’s officially with the IG.”

 

“But she’s stationed at JAG.”

 

“Per the Admiral’s request.”

 

“Why wouldn’t he do the same for you and Mac?”

 

Harm didn’t answer.  Again.  Skates felt like a dentist pulling teeth.

 

“There’s got to be something really big holding you back, Harm.  I just can’t imagine you not going after something you really want.”

 

Harm thought for a minute.  “I don’t know if I should tell you because I don’t know if I could tell her.  It’ll sound cruel and shallow and everything a woman doesn’t want to hear.  It’s not a Cinderella ending, and that’s what every woman wants, isn’t it?”

 

The traffic was bumper to bumper for a stretch, so Skates took a minute to scrutinize his face. 

 

“If you don’t tell someone, Harm, it’ll never be real and you’ll never know what might have been.”

 

“I -”

 

“I’m no psychiatrist, Harm, but I am your friend.  You almost killed me and I’m still talking to you.  That counts for something, doesn’t it?”

 

Harm showed her a weak, but appreciative smile.  “Thanks, Skates.”

 

“Tell me.”

 

“I love her, and I want to be with her more than anything else . . .”

 

“But . . . .”

 

“But.”

 

“But what?”

 

“I just don’t know how long it would last.  I’m afraid any kind of intimate relationship Mac and I could have would flare up right away, but flame out just as fast.  I don’t think we’re compatible enough for the long haul.”

 

Skates furrowed her brow.  This was not what she expected.  “You’ll never know until you try,” she offered.

 

“I couldn’t ask her to do that.”

 

“Why?  Because she doesn’t feel the same?  Do you even know how she feels?”

 

“No, I think I know how she feels.  She told me there was a time she would have risked it, but I pushed her away.” 

 

“Why?”

 

“That’s what she wanted to know.”

 

“So what was your answer?”

 

“I didn’t think the timing was right.”

 

“What did she say?”

 

“She asked me how long I wanted her to wait, and I told her as long as it took.”

 

“That was pretty selfish.”

 

“I just wasn’t ready right then.  I wanted more time to consider it.”

 

“Damnit, Harm!” Skates said, her voice rising with frustration.  “Love doesn’t follow a schedule.  There’s no procedure manual that tells you when or how to do things.  You just follow your heart.  She and Brumby aren’t married yet.  If you two love each other, then what’s the problem???”

 

Harm was finally a little fed up with the third degree he was receiving, and shot back, “Damnit yourself, Skates!  Don’t you get it?  I *don’t* want to loose her!  I want her there every day.  I want to see her smile, even if it’s not for me.  I want to hear her laugh, even if it’s not at one of my jokes.  I want to see her walk, and the way she tilts her head, and uses her hands when she talks.  I want to work with her, debate with her, oppose her in court, everything.  If we had a relationship, one of us would have to be transferred.  And once that relationship ended, then I wouldn’t be able to see her every day like I do now.  And even if I did, it wouldn’t be any fun.  I’d rather be satisfied to work with her for as long as it lasts than have her taken away from me because of a short love affair.  Does that answer your question?”

 

Skates was more than a little surprised.  Here was a man who could handle a $40 million dollar aircraft with ease, caress a jury like a lover, stick up for a friend in any situation, and exemplify everything good about the Navy.  Yet when it came to risking his heart, you might as well be asking him to storm the beaches of Normandy alone.  Even an irresistible force like Sarah MacKenzie couldn’t budge this immovable object.  Skates dug deep for something rational to tell him.

 

“Harm, how do you know you would loose her?  How do you know that it wouldn’t be permanent?  How do you know it wouldn’t be worth the risk?  How many risks have you taken in your life?  What about when you had eye surgery so you could go back to flying?  What about when we pushed Tuna by the tailhook?  Why is this risk so much harder for you??”

 

“Because it’s not just my life at stake.”

 

“And it was only your life at stake Friday night in that storm??”  And with that, she knew she had him.  He rubbed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose again.  It was a long moment before he spoke in a subdued voice.

 

“I’m sorry, Skates.  I would never want to hurt you or take your friendship for granted.  Please apologize to Blake for me for almost killing his fiancee’.”

 

“You can do it yourself.  He’s meeting me at Andrews after the debriefing.”

 

“I will.”

 

“Harm?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Talk to Mac.  Tell her everything you told me.  The worst she can say is no, then you’ll still have her around every day, just like you want.  If she says yes, take your time and enjoy every minute. If it lasts, great.  If not, well, just because it doesn’t last doesn’t mean it was a failure.”  She paused to let it sink in.  “Oh, and by the way Harm, you’ve got some major groveling to do about screwing up her wedding plans.”

 

“Understood.  Skates?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

Skates grinned him as she pulled into the parking lot at Andrews.  “What are friends for?”

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