|
Home Stories by Author Stories by Title Links |
|
ABBA-esque 1: Take a Chance on Me By: slick1969 Summary: It's "Karaoke Night" at McMurphy's and Harm decides to take matters into his own hands. Rating: IM15 Inappropriate for children under the age of 15 - Some references to drugs, sex, bad language, and violence, but not in an overly descriptive manner. Disclaimer: I own these characters ... yeah right, I wish I did. I promise to play nicely with them, though. Well, maybe I'll play nicely with them... The song that inspired the title of the story is sung by Abba (who else?). "ABBA-esque" comes from the Erasure album of Abba covers. Spoilers: Takes place before the series finale. McMurphy's Bar Friday, 1930 hours "Hello, sir, why don't you come sit with us?" Bud waved his hand as Harm walked into the bar. He was seated with Harriet, Mac and Sturgis. "Oh wow, hey, I didn't expect to see you guys here tonight," Harm said. I didn't realize the whole group was going to be here "Well, we lucked out," Harriet told him, "Mike offered to babysit and let us have a night out for a change." "And the Colonel mentioned you two were coming here after work, and invited us." Bud grinned. Sturgis added, "And Mac knew I was living the bachelor life this weekend with Varese on tour, and asked me too. I hope you don't mind us tagging along." Actually, I do mind, thought Harm, but he knew it couldn't be helped. "The more, the merrier, I always say." He sat down with them, and ordered a drink. "Did you know tonight is Karaoke Night?" Harriet asked. Harm feigned surprise. "Really?" In actuality, when he'd heard about it, he'd come up with a plan to express his feelings to Mac. Now, with a larger audience than he'd expected, would he have the courage to follow through? Harriet giggled. "I always love watching people get up on the stage and make fools of themselves." Mac joined in. "Do you think they don't realize they can't sing?" Harm groaned inwardly. There was no way he could go through with his plan. He decided to go tell the emcee he was backing out, when he heard his name being called. "Is there a Harmon Rabb here?" Everyone at the table stared at him. He slowly rose and walked toward the stage. "Harmon Rabb would like to sing a special song tonight. And with that, I'll turn over the microphone to him." As he handed the microphone to Harm, he whispered, "Good luck." It's now or never, he thought to himself as the song began. People started clapping to the rhythmic beat and he saw a look of comprehension dawn on Harriet's face as she recognized the tune.
So far, so good, he thought. At least Mac hadn't walked out yet. She did seem to be a bright shade of red, though. Bud and Sturgis were grinning - he hoped they weren't teasing Mac. She didn't know what he was planning when she invited them along.
Harm looked straight at Mac as he sang the next lines. He wanted her to know he was singing to her and no one else. He'd heard Jennifer and Mattie playing this song once and knew it expressed exactly how he felt about Mac. And now she, and several of their closest friends, knew it too.
The song faded out and Harm handed the microphone back to the emcee, oblivious to the applause for his performance. He only had eyes and ears for Mac's reaction. She was speechless. Realizing they needed some privacy, Harriet excused herself to the ladies' room. Catching on, Sturgis and Bud went to the bar to get more drinks for everyone, leaving the two of them alone. "You aren't mad at me, are you?" Harm asked cautiously. "Uhh ..." Mac couldn't seem to find any words to say. "I didn't know you were going to invite, well, everyone. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." "Ahh ..." Mac's tongue was still tied. "I know, I know, it was a stupid stunt to pull," the words rushed out of Harm's mouth, "but it was the best way I could think of to tell you-" he was cut off as Mac grabbed his head and kissed him on the lips. Harriet spied them kissing on her way back to the table. She quickly detoured and stopped Sturgis and Bud from going back to the table. "I don't think our company is needed any more," and she pointed to the couple. "I'd say you're right, Harriet," Sturgis commented. "But if they don't come up for air soon, they're going to attract a lot more attention than Harm's performance did." "Well, I'm not going to interrupt them, sir," Harriet stated. Sturgis looked at Bud, who shook his head. He sighed and walked over to the table, where Harm and Mac were still kissing. Before Sturgis got over there, a young, attractive woman came up to the table and interrupted them. "You were awesome!" she gushed. "Have you ever thought about trying out for American Idol?" "No," Harm said dismissively, hoping she would leave and he could get back to untying Mac's tongue. "You should, you know. Paula Abdul would just eat you up!" "Still not interested," he said, curling his arm possessively around Mac, figuring she would get the hint. "How about I give you my number, and if you change your mind, I'll let you know when the next audition is." Right when Harm was about to get rude with her to get her to leave, Mac spoke up. "He doesn't need your number. In case you didn't notice, he's otherwise occupied." She stood up and led Harm out of the bar. "Thanks, Mac," Harm said when they were standing outside by her car. "You're welcome. Now get in the car," she ordered. "Huh?" "I didn't know you had dance moves like that - I want to see what other moves you've got!" The End. |