TITLE: Visions
AUTHOR: Vid Z.
PAIRING: Harm/Meg
TIMELINE: Season 1, starts at the beginning of the episode Shadow,
where Meg was introduced to us.
SPOILERS: the whole Season 1
AUTHOR'S NOTES: the nice reviews I've received have prompted me to
write another Harm/Meg fic. It's another idea that's been buzzing for
some time. I hope you like it.
This is also the first fic I have ever written in present tense.
I'm on a roll this week. 2 fics in a matter of days and I'm still
working on a very long one that I started this week.

SUMMARY: a meeting written in the stars. Two souls find their mates. A
connection is made, a bond is brought to life. Two hearts learn of
dangers ahead. What will they do?

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Harm watched in bemusement as the Sea King landed in the middle of a
park.

A member of the President's escort ran towards to it and conferred
with a crew member.

Suddenly everything changed.

Instead of going to get his protectee, the Secret Service agent headed
towards Harm. Harm frowned, 'What's going on?'

And suddenly he was the one running towards the chopper. Harm climbed
into the aircraft and turned around.

When he did his world tilted on it's axis and started spinning in a
completely different direction.

As soon as he saw the stunningly beautiful woman sitting on the bench
he knew nothing will ever be the same again.

Suddenly he blacked out and the sight of the young Lt. was replaced by
a white light.



//FLASH//

The strength of her character amazes him and her defiance interests
him. Her fire attracts him. She is already proving to be a worthy
partner. He knows he's found his perfect other, his soul mate, for
whom he would do anything and everything.

They feel no awkwardness being in each other's personal space. They
talk withe their face close together, breathing in the other's breath,
they hunch over a computer together, bodies touching. It's perfect,
it's natural, it's right.

Meg is suffering from claustrophobia, but trying hard not to let it
show. He behaves like a complete jerk to get her mind off of the small
room.

Her grateful smile, which takes his breath away, emerges when she
realizes what he did.

They already communicate with their eyes.

And he knows she feels the same when she flirts with him for the first
time.


//FLASH//

The suffocating pain in his chest when he sees her acting so intimate
with another man.

Her fear for his life when Williams takes him as a hostage. Her relief
at seeing him alive and, moderately, well after the Humvee was
overturned by the blast.

The look in her eyes that says 'Don't ever do that to me again' when
they share a look.


//FLASH//

She's looking so beautiful that he can't breathe when he first sees
her in that amazing red dress. He just wants to take her in his arms,
kiss her and never stop.

Her summer whites are lovingly hugging her body, emphasizing the body
that he could lose himself forever in exploring every breath-taking
inch of it. Watching it swell with their baby and know that they would
be together forever.

The thrill that races up his spine and then down south when she walks
so close to him that they actually brush against each other. And the
way she talks to him, so close that the toes of their shoes are
touching, looking him in the eyes, tempting him, defying him, seducing
him.

Her smile intoxicates him, making him feel light-heated and just when
he is about to dip in and kiss her for all he is worth, showing her
what is in his heart, the moment is broken. His disappointment at
being interrupted is staggering.

His anger when the Detective eyes his partner like she's a piece of
meat. The urge to flatten that guy's nose is almost overwhelming. The
guy needs a shave badly, after an attitude adjustment of course.

His joy when he knows that she is wearing that stunning red dress that
acts like a second skin, stopping at the middle of her wonderful,
toned thighs and becase she knows that he knows. His disppointment
that he is not the one she is wearing it for.

They both admit to themselves that they know each other better than
they ever have or ever will know anyone else. Meg realizes that it's
inevitable. Their connection is extremely deep already.

The sight of her coming to save his life fills him with hope.

When he looks up at her he sees the most beautiful Angel on this
planet. His Angel.

The warmth that spreads across his body at her caring when she comes
to check on him.


//FLASH//

The love, yes love, that engulfs his heart when he looks at her beside
him, working with him, believing in him.

His fear for her life when they are attacked by the Shining Path. His
relief at seeing her alive and well.


//FLASH//

His concern for her and anger at his own stupidity in trying to deny
the 10 inch thick steel cables that tie him to her, by trying to
submerge himself in the lust that he once felt for Kate when he
realizes she is in danger. Lust he once felt, but not anymore. Now
everything he is, everything he feels, is for Meg. And Meg only.

He knows he wants nothing less than marriage and family with her, but
that scares him.

What if he loses her? How could he live without her once he admits his
love for her outloud? What if he becomes another victim of the Rabb
curse, leaving her alone and their children without their father?

The relief when he finds her alive must be repressed if they are to live.


//FLASH//

The pride he feels for her when she stands up against an obsolete,
repressive regime, showing them not to underestimate women. Especially
not to underestimate this particular woman.

The sight of her in that lavish bedroom, looking so tantalizing.

Spunky. She definitely is spunky. And that's one of the things he
loves about her.


//FLASH//

He is afraid for her, worried of her becoming the next victim.

Those BDUs are not meant to tempt a man, but on Meg they sure do. But
they still don't have anything on her summer and dress whites. She
looks bewitching and like a vision when she wears white.

His anger at Whitley takes him over, his rage makes him see red. How
could she try to hurt his Meg? She will pay for this!


//FLASH//

Her flirting with him always makes him happy for days, makes him feel
like he's walking on a cloud.

The way she feels in his arms when the Marines surprise them makes him
tingle all over. It feels 'right', it feels like it's meant to be and
he knows it is. And he knows she feels it too. He never wants to let
her go again, he wants to hold her forever.


//FLASH//

The tender kiss she gives him, even though it's only on the cheek,
will fill his nights with pleasant dreams, repeating it in his head.

He knows he can trust her to save the CAG while he goes to Bosnia.

And after he comes back he sees the pride, relief and love in her
eyes. Pride for herself for not failing him. Pride for him for getting
the pilots out and proving the CAG's innocence. Relief at seeing him
alive and well once again. And love because... because she loves him.
She doesn't need a reason for that, it just is. And he knows it since
he feels the same. And he knows she sees it all in his own eyes.

Her smile, when they are alone and he gives her the flowers he picked
just for her, is blinding and it soooo makes up for almost getting
shot while trying to find the prettiest ones.


//FLASH//

His joy at her rejection of the Cuban Captain makes him giddy with joy
as it proves she is waiting for him just as he is waiting for her. He
jokes about Maria with Keeter, but what he doesn't say is that there
is only one woman for him and that woman is not Maria, who is only a
friend and to whom Harm rents out a room when she is in town for a
layover. They never were lovers and never will be, no matter what he
led Keeter and Krennick to believe. If they thought he was involved
with Maria then they wouldn't question his relationship with Meg. He
and Meg are safe as long as they have this cover.

They would wait until nothing stood in their way and then they would
fulfill their dreams. They would not throw this away for just some
meaningless one night stand with someone else.


//FLASH//

His heart almost stops forever when he hears that Meg was shot, but
then starts beating again so he will make the bastard pay.

The sight of her so small and frail in her hospital bed fuels his
determination to find the shooter and only when he does, will he come
to her. If he spends too much time with her it could mean that the guy
will escape and try to kill her again. He will accept only Hemlock's
death and nothing less. And he will be the one to kill him.

He doesn't care about Yeltsin, only about Meg and killing Hemlock.

The satisfaction at killing that bastard fills him and he knows he can
now return to spend time at Meg's bedside, having insured her safety
and made her would-be-murderer pay.

When he walks into Meg's room, sees her awake and hears those
beautiful words "Hiya, Harm." he knows he has found heaven on Earth.
The goofy grin that starts out small completely engulfs his face in a
matter of nanoseconds and he doesn't even try to fight it.

Everything is well again.


//FLASH//

Their connection, how in tune they are with each other, does not
surprise him any longer. Meg quickly catching on to his way of thought
regarding the cameras at the gas station does not surprise him. It's
what makes him love her all the more.

As they are sitting side by side when all is well, he knows she is the
only woman with whom he is comfortable to just 'be'. No talking, no
trying to fill the silence, they are completely content to sit with
each other, keeping each other company, shoulders, arms and thighs
touching. Instead of a spark like with other women he was involved
with, there is only a healthy, constant, eternal fire that will never die.

This is love.


//FLASH//

He knows she will save him. He knows she will do everything she will
have to. He would do nothing less.

His plan backfired when their cover-story had to cancel. They would
attract too much attention from Krennick if they were to go sailing
just by themselves. It would've been safe if Maria was there with
them. She knew of their situation and didn't mind helping them out.

She's here! And she saved him!


//FLASH//

His heart is heavy with sorrow. He and Diane were to talk. He wanted
to tell her that he found someone. 'The' someone.

And from what he could gather, so did she.

Their agreement from the Academy was not needed anymore. They both
found the one they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with. And
now it seems that neither of them will have that chance. She is dead
and he was being framed for her murder. He knows not when, or if, he
will be able to prove his innocence.

Meg is looking at him with such sad, large, teary eyes that it tears
at his heart.

"What if you don't come back?" she says in the voice that is screaming
to everyone who knows her just how broken hearted she is.

"I'll come back." he tries to reassure her. She turns around and
leaves the bathroom.

And that's the last time he sees her.

When he get's cleared he finds out she's been transferred against her,
very vocal and fierce, protests. He doesn't know what's happened to her.

He get's a new partner, a Marine! Were they stoned when they made the
decision to pair him up with a Jarhead? She's not that bad, but she
won't ever be able to replace Meg.

His heart bleeds, he cries bitter tears after his lost love when he is
in the shelter of his home or flying a Tomcat. Meg loved flying with
him so much. She loved him so much. And he loved her back just as much.

He tries everything to discover where she was sent to, but it doesn't
help.

His soul mate was ripped from him.

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A few years later he feels their connection terminate and he knows
what it means and that knowledge vaporizes what is left of his heart,
the agony of the realization alone almost killing him.

She is dead.

Slowly he raises from his couch, tears staining his cheeks, still
clutching the photo of them together, arms around each other, their
love shining in their eyes as they look at each other.

He goes over to his closet, takes out a hard-plastic box, retrieves
the gun, puts it to his forehead and pulls the trigger.



//FLASH//

He was back in the chopper, the memory of years not yet lived still
lingered in his mind, the memory of their separation and of her death
made his eyes watery.

He blinked away the tears and focused on her.

In the background he heard Lindsey talking about Lt. Austin and
submarines and other such things, but he tuned him out, focusing
completely on the woman before him.

Her eyes were wide, amazingly blue and unfocused. Then she shook her
head and the grief in them almost made him cry.

It was obvious to him that she had the same visions, just from her
point of view.

The tears spilled, trailing down her pale, beautiful cheeks, tugging
at his heart. He didn't want to see her cry.

His hand reached out, wiping them away. She leaned her head into his palm.

Slowly they moved together, their lips finally touched.

They ignored Lindsey's surprised, angry and indignant shrieks.

They kissed some more.

Finally they parted and gazed into the other's eyes.

As one they mouthed "I love you".

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Two souls found their mates. A connection was made. A bond was
created. The hearts have decided and spoken.

A decision has been reached.

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Somehow they managed to persuade the pilot to land again. They told
Lindsey to give them just two hours.

Finally he conceded.

Hand in hand they stepped out of the cargo hold, intent on finding the
nearest Court House.

They had gotten the marriage license and managed to persuade a judge
to sign a waiver and marry them immediately. The judge would've
thought them crazy, but even he saw the love these two people had for
each other and realized that they were married in their hearts
already, they only needed the paper.

They left the Court House as Lt. and Lt. (Junior Grade) Rabb.

Soon afterward they met up with Lindsey who was grumbling about them
pulling stunts. He freaked out when he saw their wedding rings. After
he started talking about Court Martials Harm interrupted him by
pointing out that per frat regs married officers are allowed to work
together, even as partners. The regs only forbid dating and sexual
relationships, but not marriage. Since they got married an hour after
they met for the first time, no one can touch them.

Soon after they got to the sub, resolved the situation and arrested
Grover.

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Two souls found their mates. A connection was made, a bond was brought
to life. Two hearts learned of dangers ahead. The future's been changed.

The future's been changed....

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EPILOGUE

Over the next sixty years together they had never stopped loving each
other. Their marriage and their two children are the greatest
successes anyone who ever met them has ever known.

And after all these years together they know they are true soul mates,
meant to be together in every lifetime they live.

They just have to listen to their hearts.

And they always do.

THE END