#Harmon Rabb Jr.

[harmandmac]

Harm & Mac's Love Language: Hands.

[bullet-prooflove]

USS Allegiance Series Part Two: Pragmatic - Harmon Rabb x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dizzybee03 @buckysteveloki-me @sca3a @burningpeachpuppy

Companion series to:

Flight Deck - It starts on the flight deck of the USS Allegiance.

Hourglass - You remember the moment you fell in love with Harm.

New Orleans (NSFW) - Harm wakes up the next morning to find you wearing his shirt.

USS Allegiance Series Part One: Baby On Board

It’s been a couple of years since you and Harm have worked together, not since the last time you were on the Allegiance. You hit the ground running, organising a fingertip search of the flightdeck in the hope of finding any indication of where the mother has disappeared to. You’re using the cover of a forensics exercise with the agent afloat Dwight Darling supervising.

The XO has decided not to make any formal announcements regarding the baby, they’re concerned about the mother’s mental state and they don’t want her to feel trapped or hunted in case it leads her to take extreme action. You agree with the decision because you know from experience that desperate people do desperate things.

You and Harm are sequestered in the room they use for interrogations, it’s a tiny space tucked in alongside the brig and Harm takes up most of it with his 6’4 frame and broad shoulders. He sits beside you at the small table watching as you scribble in your notepad. It’s part of your process, it helps you organise your thoughts. His arm comes to rest upon the back of your chair, his thumb trailing over the curve of your shoulder and the edges of your mouth tip up into a small smile.

It’s the intimacy he misses, being able to touch you, to hold you, to love you. Aboard the ship he’s all about maintaining professionalism but it’s tough being this close to you after four months of absence.

“There’s over four hundred women serving on this vessel, all of them of child bearing age.” He tells you, shuffling a little closer because when he’s in your proximity he just can’t help himself. “There have been no admissions into sick bay…”

“We know that the mother is A Positive from the test they did on the baby, which narrows it down to one hundred and sixty five sailors.” You say, tapping your pen upon the surface of your notepad.  “We could do a mandatory blood drive, say the sick bay is low on A Positive, test the females today, say we’re doing the men tomorrow due to shift allocations. The medical staff can handle it while we continue with other avenues of investigation. It’s the best way of maximising our time and keeping it under the radar.”

This is what he loves about you, your practicality, your capability. He’s been with hundreds of beautiful women but never one as pragmatic as you. 

“From the doctor’s initial estimation I think we can both agree that the baby was more than likely conceived on board which means the father is a crew member.”

Harm’s dark eyebrows furrow into a frown as he studies you. There’s something you’re not saying, something just underneath the surface that he can’t seem to grasp.

“What am I missing?” He asks you, his voice softening.

“All of this behaviour, I’ve seen it before.” You tell him, tilting your head to meet his gaze. “The secrecy I don’t think it was intentional. I think it was more about pretending it wasn’t happening because she was unable to cope with how it happened.”

It takes him a moment to register what you’re saying, to understand the implications of it.

“You’re thinking sexual assault.” He says, his lips pursing together into a grim line.

He’d like to think that the men he sails with are above that but he knows from his own experiences that it’s wishful thinking. He’s tried countless rape cases in the past, he knows how prevalent it is amongst military personnel. He’d just never thought it would happen on his ship. He can’t imagine how betrayed this woman must feel, how isolated, how alone.

“It’s clear that she wanted the baby to be safe.” You tell him, leaning in a little closer. Your hair falls across your features and he reaches it out, tucking a stray strand back behind your ear as you continue. “The umbilical cord was severed cleanly, she tied it off with a standard issue bootlace. The baby was wrapped in coveralls from another sailor, one that swears he has no knowledge about any of this.”

“I believe him. He was sincere about his girlfriend back in Nebraska, about proposing to her.” Harm says as his palm comes to rest on the nape  of your neck, his thumb lightly massaging the tense little spot behind your ear. “You know yourself how things get messed up in laundry. It’s not beyond the realm of possibility that the mom ended up with his overalls.”

You know exactly what he’s talking about. You’d ended up with men’s briefs tangled up in your clothing multiple times throughout your tenure on the Allegiance. It was almost a rite of passage.

“Once we’ve actioned this list, I want to see the spot where they found the baby.” You say finally as you close your notepad and set the pen down on top of it. “I need to get to get a better sense of what happened.”

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Harm and Mac in 3x10 People v. Rabb

I suppose you think I owe you now. Oh, you bet.

[incorrectjag]

Harm: May I approach the bench, Your Honour?

Mac: *acting Judge* You may.

Harm: *whispering* That other guy is being, like, super mean right now.

[stardustinthesky]

first│last

[rosapiike]

I love a married couple looking at each other in a meaningful way while eating Chinese food.

[nikkeisimmer]

Narrator: But we do have to give them a campfire so that they can cook whatever they catch. And they are going to have to go hunting, or designate someone as the main hunter.

Meg: I’ll go tend the garden.

Phil: And I’ll go pet the fish…

Keeter: Good for you, Phil.

Narrator: so...Meg would harvest the apple tree and the lettuce plant and hopefully the deer wouldn’t go after the lettuce plant while they were asleep because if they lose that lettuce plant, life is really going to suck for them.

The rest of them would go and fish for their dinner. It’s now 12:08 PM in Hidden Springs and Meg will make her way to the bookstore to get 7 copies of the handiness skill book as well as the same number of the inventing skill book. Mainly because they all have to get those skills up before they can do anything regarding putting up any form of shelter.

Meg: Y’know, it would be a lot easier for me to just take a taxi.

Narrator: Look at it this way, you’re saving money.

Meg: With §17,500,000...we have to save MONEY?

Narrator: And you see, when everyone is forced to walk or run, you get to meet people that way. See how many people are getting out and getting some exercise?

Meg: You’re a sadist.

Narrator: You say that like it’s a bad thing. Now Meg ran back and had to fish for her dinner that night so she didn’t waste any time. Keeter now has two anchovy and two sea sludges and a red herring. He’s also got a opportunity to sell three fish for money. If he sells the anchovy and the red herring, he’s gonna really have fun because last I knew, sea sludges aren’t edible. Even if they were, they eat from garbage left on the bottom of the sea bed.

Keeter: Ugh...really?

Narrator: Yeah, really. You mean you weren’t paying attention in Gr. 10 Biology class?

Keeter: No, not really...you see there were a lot of hot babes in high-school.

Meg (fishing): OMG...this is absolutely boring.

Narrator: It’s 3:29 in the afternoon, I would have thought you’d caught something by now.

Meg (sarcastically): ...other than an extremely fatal case of boredom?

Harm (trying to be helpful): I’ll share my fish with you, Meg. I’ve got plenty.

Meg: You don’t have to, Harm.

Mac (sarcastically): Yeah, I’m sure that’s not the ONLY thing you want to share with her.

Narrator (pulls up a chair and eats popcorn): Oooh, this is going to get interesting.

[ivedonestranger]

For anyone who really knows me, I am someone who really cares about preserving history; especially internet history where it is so easy to vanish into the digital ether.

In 2004, I wrote a fanfic that vanished from the internet. It wasn't some great piece it was actually quite horrible but the archive it was on died and so did the fics. In 2010 I found it again in the wayback machine. I resurrected all those fics where they lived on my hard drive migrating from machine to machine looking for a home. Until today.

I am happy that AO3 and OTW's Open Door project has led to me finally finding a home for 600+ fics.

As of today, they will live on AO3 as soon as I am thru importing them.

Today was a good day. A quest I undertook coming to completion.

A tiny piece of History saved.

[jewishgirlrevolt]

I’m rewatching JAG and I discovered something. The actor who plays Rabb married before the show started to the woman who plays LT SINGER! 🤯

[directorclaytonwebb]

The hot dog date 😅😁

[harmandmac]

Harm and Mac || "I was in your neighborhood"

[bullet-prooflove]

USS Allegiance Series Part One: Baby On Board - Harmon Rabb x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dizzybee03 @buckysteveloki-me @sca3a @burningpeachpuppy

Companion series to:

Flight Deck - It starts on the flight deck of the USS Allegiance.

Hourglass - You remember the moment you fell in love with Harm.

New Orleans (NSFW) - Harm wakes up the next morning to find you wearing his shirt.

The USS Allegiance is five hours away from port when Harm is notified about the newborn his Watch Commander finds in a rarely used storage hold. At first he thinks it’s a joke because to his knowledge he has no pregnant sailors upon his ship but it turns out to be the furthest thing from it.

“She’s in good health considering she’s a few weeks early.” He’s told by the ship’s doctor as he tickles the baby under the chin. “She needs airlifting to the nearest NICU, we’re not equipped to deal with her on board the carrier.”

“I’ll make the arrangements.” He promises as he looks down at the child.

A couple of hours old and all alone in the world…

It breaks his damn heart.

It’s only when he’s standing there, his fingertip clutched in the hand of the tiny newborn that the reality of the situation crashes down on him. They have possibly distraught mother AWOL on their ship. The urgency of the circumstances is compounded by the fact that they didn’t find the placenta with the newborn which means there’s a high chance of sepsis or haemorrhaging.  

It’s by a stroke of luck that you’re currently stationed nearby in Sydney, attached to Michelle Mackey’s team. His agent afloat is too green, he’s barely been with them a week and Harm can see his head practically spinning with the complexity of this problem. When Michelle sends you he’s relieved, not just because you have mental health training but because he knows the investigation is in safe hands.

He’s there to greet you when you step off the chopper and onto his flight deck. You have his duffle bag slung over your shoulder, the one with all his Aviation patches on. He’d given it to you when you’d made the transfer from LA.

“A little piece of me to keep with you.” He had whispered against your lips as he’d kissed you goodbye on the doorstep.

“Captain.” You greet as you pull off your helmet and his breath catches in his throat.

You’re just as beautiful as the day he deployed, a little more tanned, a little more freckled. Sydney seems agrees with you. The scent of the sea clings to your skin and he wonders if you’ve been surfing this morning. It’s something you’d taken up when you were residing back in Hawaii and it’s continued during your time in Australia. You and JD went out every couple of days, usually before work.

“I hear you had an unexpected visitor this morning.” You say interrupting his thoughts and he clears his throat, falling into step alongside of you.

“That would be correct.” He tells you heading towards the ship’s interior. “We’re keeping it quiet, we don’t want to spook the mom.”

He pulls open the door, gesturing for you to step inside. The back of your hand brushes against his and he captures your fingers, squeezing them for a second before releasing them.

“It really is good to see you.” He murmurs as you drift past him and you smile as you tilt your head towards him and say.

“I’m sure you’ll get to see a lot more of me after we get to the bottom of this.”

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tagged by @sluttyhenley! thank you my friend!!

rules: show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

She couldn't find it in herself to hate what the men in her life had so ardently loved.

that sentence has way too many words in it but uhh tagging @geneeste @ladywaffles @doodledrawreblogs @curator-on-ao3 @tinknevertalks @tommyjop @lannisterdaddyissues @redbelles @horserad-ish @gabolange (no pressure, obviously!!)

[incorrectjag]

Intern: Can you tell me where I can find Admiral Chegwidden’s office, please.

Harm: Yeah. You go straight down there, you turn left, you look for a broken down, tired old man, and you follow him.

Intern: And he’ll take me to Admiral Chegwidden?

Mac: That is Admiral Chegwidden.                                                         

[stardustinthesky]

and it hurts, your heart’s not ready wanna know, wanna know will our love always stay freewheeling?

[nikkeisimmer]

Narrator: Here’s a 64x63 lot out in the middle of nowhere on the outskirts of Hidden Springs.

It’s nice sunny day and Admiral Tosh Nakamura is standing in the middle of the lot wearing a flightsuit and chaps (a g-suit).

Hopefully it makes sense to somebody, because it sure as hell doesn’t to me. Having finished up their term of service in the United States Navy, he’s decided that he’s going to settle down here and earn some money in order to live comfortably for the rest of his existence. Considering the fact that he’s done his forty years of service, he pretty much can’t get called up again.

Evidently he won’t be alone either.

Vice-Admiral Meg Austin, former Judge Advocate General is now retired after thirty years of naval service and she’s decided that she’s going to take some time and spend it with friends while she figures out what she’s going to do with the rest of her life. Does nobody figure this stuff out while they’re in the service?

Accompanying her are Captain Kimber Benton with twenty years in (who is still subject to call-up), Lieutenant Colonel Sarah “Mac” Mackenzie, Captain Harmon Rabb Jr. Lieutenant Commander Jack Keeter and Commander Phil Burrows. Yes, it’s an odd-numbered situation, but well, Phil’s nuts. That pretty much explains everything he does.

It should be fine as long as he’s not haranguing the commode. But one thing I still want to know is: Who the hell decided to let him in the cockpit of an F-14 Tomcat?

The Watcher has given them pretty much nothing other than five apple trees and a lettuce plant. Yeah, that’s going to really help them out. And they’d better nurse that lettuce plant because if it gets eaten by deer, they’re not getting another one.

But thank goodness for the Navy and their pension. They will receive the equivalent of §2.5M each for their separation and they will receive §18,500 a month for the rest of their lives, which means §55,500 a season. That should be enough to get them started. But the only thing is that they can’t build their house without getting good at being handy around the house. Frankly gaining the handyman and inventing skills is the only way they can start building and the inventing work table. That means that for every wall section they create they have to have at least a Level 2 skill level and unfortunately it would have to be one section a day, no matter how much money they have. If they have mastered the handyman and inventing skills, then they will be able to complete a room in a week, which means that they will have to all work together at getting this done. Each of them will have to learn how to become handy and invent things. Nope, it’s not going to be easy. But where will they sleep? How will they eat? I guess they’re going to have to pick a spot on the ground...and if it rains, it’s going to be miserable. C’est la vie.

ADM Nakamura: My back is going to hate me in the mornings.

Watcher: Looks like he finally got out of that flight gear. That's half your problem, Admiral, 50 pounds of flight gear on your torso's bound to make your back ache.

CAPT Benton: What exactly did I get myself into?

LCOL Mackenzie: I don’t know how I’m going to work this around, but I know Harm’s to blame for this.

CAPT Rabb: I’m so dead.

CDR Burrows: Oooh...I can go fishing, and biking and…

LCDR Keeter: Oh, man, I stepped in it...now. This is not going to be comfortable even with Meg around.

VADM Austin: Texans are supposed to be tough, but camping out in a temperate rainforest isn’t one of them. The temp is going to get down to 42 at night. This is going to be miserable.

Narrator: Should we give them sleeping bags?

NAAAAAAAAAAAH! 😝