Notes: This one’s just for fun.
As the air pressure changed in the room, Admiral AJ Chegwidden looked up from his work. Sitting saucily on the corner of his desk, staring intently at him was Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie dressed in a tight t-shirt and pair of running shorts her bare legs crossed seductively at the knees.
Standing to one side in a position that watched both the doors and the windows was Commander Harmon Rabb. He was dressed in a tank top and pair of well-worn jeans with a 9mm Glock in the waistband.
“What the hell??!!!” the admiral exclaimed.
“Oh look, Harmy, the admiral is upset,” Mac pointed out to her colleague.
“Any man would be, finding you sitting perched on his desk like that, Mac,” Harm smirked. “Give the old man a break, you don’t want him to have a heart attack.”
“Ooooohhh!!! You’re not upset with little ol’ me sitting here, are you Cheggie?” she pouted, patting his bald head.
“What do you….Old man??” He spluttered, then stopped suddenly. “What the hell is that?” He pointed to the seating area near the fireplace.
Mac and Harm both turned to look at the large furry creature pleasantly munching on the fresh daisies in a large bowl on the coffee table
“Oh, that’s Henry, I guess he’s hungry,” replied Mac studying her fingernails.
“He’s a llama,” Harm supplied seriously, still watching the door.
“I can see he’s a llama,” their CO exploded. “What’s he doing here, and how did you get him past security?” The admiral was coming near to calling for the MPs.
“Don’t know,” Mac supplied nonchalantly. “He wasn’t actually with us, but when we got here, he was with us. I think he’s rather cute,” she giggled. “I think we should keep him Harmykins. Don’t you?”
“Anything you say, babycakes. As long as that madman doesn’t show up again,” Harm reached for his pistol and chambered a round then slipped it back in his waistband keeping his hand on the weapon.
“Careful, dumpling,” she cautioned. “You wouldn’t want to blow anything off now.”
“I’m not sure it matters sweetness,” Harm answered fatalistically, then reconsidered, “Although we haven’t really tried that yet. I wonder if it will work?” Harm mused, looking down where his personal equipment should reside.
“Worth a try since we never got the chance before. I told you not to open the door, things were just getting interesting,” she reminded him.
“Wait just a damn minute!!!!” AJ screeched. “What the hell is going on here? Babycakes? Dumpling? HARMYKINS???” He came unglued with the last pet name, jumping to his feet.
“Where are your uniforms, and when did you get back, and what happened to military protocol? And make that damn animal stop eating my daisies. What if someone comes in and sees him?”
“Hmmm,” Mac considered his questions. “Henry!” she ordered snapping her fingers at the llama. He paused in mid bite, then slowly faded from view. The only evidence he was still there was the slowly disappearing flowers.
“What’s going on here,” AJ turned white and sat down heavily in his chair.
“You know, Harm,” Mac turned serious. “If Henry can eat, then maybe we can…”
“It’s possible,” Harm shrugged. Then suggested, “You think the admiral would take him for a walk so we can use the couch to find out?”
“No,” AJ answered impatiently. He was still deathly white, and suddenly very, very, scared. For a SEAL to feel scared, much less admit it was a very serious thing. “What?...What exactly is going on?” he barely breathed.
“Its quite simple,” Mac explained patiently. “We’re back, but not really.”
“This is the only place we have to go,” Harm explained. “They told us it was a mission,” he nodded seriously confirming his memory.
“A…a mission??? AJ questioned with a gulp. “What sort of mission, and what do you mean, here but not really?” Cautiously he reached out his hand towards Mac’s bare leg.
“Ooohoohooo,” Mac giggled. “Admiral, that tickles.”
Quickly he pulled it back, all he’d felt was the desk top.
“You’re not…not…not…” he stumbled unwilling to say the word.
“Dead???” Mac supplied.
“‘Fraid so,” Harm added seriously. “And just when we finally were getting it together.” Then he continued in a lighter vein, “Say, you really wouldn’t mind taking Henry for a walk would you? Sugarbutt and I would like to try to finish what we started in Paraguay.”
Harm walked up behind Mac, snaked his free arm around her waist, and bent her back towards him for a passionate kiss.
Releasing her, he gave her a devilish grin. “Uh, Mac, I think that just answered our question. Something is definitely working.”
“So, Admiral,” she looked back at him. “How about it? Will you take Henry for a walk? We have an experiment to work on.” Harm just wiggled his eyebrows at the Admiral.
“Why are you here?” Their CO swallowed hard, ignoring their frisky byplay. He was very afraid of their answer.
“Like we said, a mission,” Mac replied with long suffering tolerance. “I guess we’re to keep you company…”
“Forever,” Harm added with an affirmative not.
“Forever???” AJ gulped. “You mean as in…uh…forever?”
“Yup,” Mac replied. “We can’t ever go anywhere else. We’re stuck here with you.”
“With me? Here?” he questioned. “Then that means if I go home or...or transfer you still have to stay here, or with me???”
“Not sure,” Harm answered. “They said here with you. That we have to serve as a reminder for something. I didn’t really get that part. I guess you have to figure that part out, Admiral,” he shrugged eloquently.
“We could start by him taking Henry for a walk while we try out this new form they’ve given us. Do you think they sent any of my clothes?” Mac asked Harm, as he nuzzled her neck. “I always thought a pretty negligee for our first time. ‘Course I really expected someplace….”
This was more than enough for AJ. His SEAL training just hadn’t prepared him for this.
“No, I will not take Henry for a walk, and NO YOU MAY NOT HAVE SEX ON MY COUCH, AND….I can’t take it.” He collapsed back into his chair burrowing his head into his arms. “Go away, just go away,” he kept repeating. “Go away, please.”
“Sir? Are you all right?” The concerned voice of Commander Harmon Rabb came to his ears. “Sir???”
“How can I be all right with the two of you acting like randy teenagers and that animal eating my flowers,” the admiral stood in a rage, sending his chair crashing back against the wall. He glowered at his puzzled officer’s show of subdued concern.
“Animal, sir? Teenagers?” Harm asked. He had the resignation papers in his hand that AJ had intimated would be necessary if he wanted to go after Mac. That had been forty-five minutes ago. He knew the admiral was burning the candle at both ends lately. Could he have gone off the deep end?
“You’re…you’re in uniform. Where is Mac? And the llama?” AJ looked around puzzled.
“Yes sir. I haven’t changed yet. Sir, Mac’s in Paraguay and what…?” Harm wrinkled his brow. “What llama, sir?”
Suddenly AJ straightened, it had all been a dream…or had it. He couldn’t have dreamed something so outlandish. Was it a foreboding or possibly a foretelling? It didn’t matter he knew now what he had to do.
“Those your papers, Rabb?”
“Yes, sir,” Harm swallowed hard. This wasn’t pleasant. He didn’t want to leave the Navy, but for Mac he’d do anything.
“Give them here,” AJ reached out his hand.
Slowly Harm handed over the papers that would finalize his separation from his life’s work.
AJ looked at the papers with a glance and tore them up.
“Go home, pack a bag, and come back. I’ll have a backup team, money, and weapons ready at your disposal by the time you’re ready to leave.”
“But, sir, the State Department…”
“Screw the State Department,” AJ glowered at his officer. “Mac’s in trouble. Go get her, son.”
Harm didn’t wait for a second invitation. “Aye aye, sir I’ll be back in an hour.”
“Everything will be arranged,” AJ assured him. “Oh, and Harm?”
“Sir?” Harm stopped halfway through the door.
“When you get to the hotel?”
“Yes, sir,” Harm was puzzled, but listening.
“Don’t answer the door, son. Just don’t answer the door.”
End