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Introduction - Cast of Characters
It was the combined savings of 9 Navy and 1 Marine pension that allowed the 10 ex-military officers to retire to a nice convenient mansion in the toney hills of Sunset Valley's Summer Hill Court district. It was full of rich - both nouveau and long-time rich folks. The Landgraabs and the Altos were wealthy, the Altos by means best not spoken about in polite company, and the Landgraabs who were the old-wealth much in the vein of the Goths. Gunter however was eccentric and loved to live in an old mansion that reminded people of the Addams Family. There was something strange about them and it certainly kept people away from their home - considering it was next to the graveyard. It was however quite uncertain as to how the wealthy dynasty Landgraabs (both Nancy and Geoffrey and their son Malcolm) viewed the upstart ex-military officers who pooled their pensions together, but all in all, they had the equivalent of ยง13M in the bankroll and were thus able to buy a nice mansion in Summer Hill Court - 15 Summerhill Court to be exact and with a few discoveries on their lot were in the position to INCREASE their wealth immensely.
It was a rather motley cast of characters who moved into 15 Summerhill Court and it was no surprise that it annoyed Vita and Nick Alto to no end when they realized who their neighbours were going to be. But frankly, Tosh didn't care one iota about what his neighbours thought. He'd paid good money for the property and it was his to do with what he wanted; he was all for letting bygones be bygones but if Nick Alto wanted to cross swords with him, so be it. He'd faced much better opponents in the skies over Iraq and Afghanistan, not to mention over Kosovo and he had learned martial arts in the military, including MCMAP (Marine Corps Martial Arts Program) and Sim Fu - he'd silenced a few jarheads who'd up until then were snarking about how MCMAP wasn't the right fit for a swabbie - one ended up with a busted knee-cap and the other a broken wrenched out-of-its-socket arm - it was that day two gyrenes understood that armlocks and the soles of one's feet could be deadly weapons. Nick would probably get a rude awakening as to just how deadly Tosh could be if provoked.
After all, it was a rescue mission that Tosh himself had planned and executed, on a hilltop 6.2 miles north west of Kimchaek, - an F-14 had gone down hours before while on a TARPS recon mission; the pilot being killed and the Radar Intercept Officer (RIO) having ejected after being hit by a SAM; where Tosh found himself holding off the greater part of the 16th Infantry Regiment, 4th Infantry Division, 4th Guards. aiming to hold out until they were rescued by a SPECOPS EVAC helo. Surviving a full charge by the infantry division with only an M4A1 and a few well-placed grenades, he somehow managed to get to the evac with only two 7.62 shots through the space between the clavicle and the coracoid process. If those North Korean *******s weren't shooting at him, he would have marvelled at their markmanship, but by jeez, they were shooting at him and he wasn't going to stick around to commend them on their accuracy. What followed was a major operation on his shoulder, a six month rehab stint all the while being under investigation for telling the XO, a coward with the callsign Rabbit - for scatological reasons, to go flagellate a dead horse - in actual fact what he had told the XO was much more profane. Of course that didn't matter to the battlegroup commander or the CO, since they both thought the XO was a no-load already and they threw their full support in behind Tosh. To follow up on that, he was investigated by his old buddy himself, Harmon Rabb, a member of the Navy's Judge Advocate General Corps - and that was because the brass had shot up a commendation for his actions, on that hilltop where all he'd been doing was making sure his rear-end didn't get shot off, which the grand poobahs wearing stars seemed to think that it was worth a dangling brass medal on a blue ribbon that got draped around his neck while everyone fawned over his feat of not getting his patootie shot up like swiss cheese. Whether it was a combination of survivor's guilt and euphoria that he was still breathing even though one of his squadron-mates was vaporized into his component atoms after the F-14 exploded in mid-air, it wasn't certain. All he knew was that he was alive.
But that event changed him more than he realized. Practically overnight, Tosh was a changed man, who brooked no deviation from standard operating procedures. He became a hard, tough commanding officer after being battlefield promoted to Commander (0-5). He became an unrelenting taskmaster and disciplinarian. And it still showed in flashes of his military behavior out-of-uniform even though he was retired.
He couldn't articulate it very well, most military men don't - they're expected to be tough and unrelenting. But if he were to be sat down on a psychiatric evaluation couch, he'd be found out that he "didn't want to lose anyone else". But Tosh would rather walk on hot coals then admit that.
It could be forgiven that someone would quite possibly think that Kimber Benton was a pretty face with nothing upstairs. She could play the ditzy redhead with no problem, just to crush someone with relative ease later on. And she had done that to great effect while being called upon by CIA operative Clayton Webb on numerous occasions to Tosh's everlasting disgust and he had mentioned that if Webb continued to utilize Kimber for his plumtastic missions, he'd make sure that Clayton Webb would remember just exactly why the North Koreans didn't like him. Kimber was the prized XO (Executive Officer - 2nd in command) of Tosh's F-14 fighter squadron and as such she was a valuable part of the squadron. But Kimber also had a secret of her own - one that she kept close to her bosom - as the XO and CO were supposed to professionally be on the same page with regards to the running of the squadron, they would have to have meetings regarding the efficacy of the standing orders and it just so happened that she had developed feelings for her commanding officer, ones that could potentially put her in complete contravention of the Uniform Code of Military Justice. As she had no desire to be ground in between the gears of military procedure and being subject ot a JAGMAN investigation, she squelched down those feelings and kept a tight lid on them...until they got out of the Navy.
Liandra Gracen was yet another pretty face that disguised an acute mind as one of the top legal cousel in the Navy JAG Corps. Primarily a loner and shy, she found solace in her books and in art. A quiet sort, she preferred the company of a good book over a night out on the town. A hopeless romantic, she did feel the want of a Prince Charming and was waiting for Mr. Right.
One could mistake the JAG Headquarters for the cover of Vogue with all the pretty faces in the office, however, Meg had come back from Naval Sea Systems Development and came back to JAG after a three and a half year hiatus with NAVSEA. However before being dragooned to play Navy SPECSYSDEV, she ended up being the second to Harmon Rabb's lead investigator in the investigation that awarded Tosh the Navy's highest medal. And that was where Meg met Tosh. And felt an instant attraction towards him. But it would be five years before he even met up with her again. And by that time, he'd already put in for his retirement from the Navy.
There was something a little off-kilter about Phil Burrows when one met him. Other than the fact that he was childish and insane which were not good traits to have in a fighter pilot - he was still a competent stick though and managed to always bring back the Tomcat in one piece which was a good thing for his superiors. And somehow he managed to not tick off all of his superiors, which were many of them as he was always finding a way to end up on the plum-list of pretty much anyone who outranked him. But finding happiness outside of the Navy was yet another key element necessary for life experiences and Phil needed to find that balance - though his grasp on mental sanity was tenuous.
What more could be said about Harmon Rabb Jr. than has already been said. Coming from a West Coast family, born to Patricia Rabb and Harmon Rabb Sr., he was a quintessential Navy baby - and it seemed that he was destined to be a Naval Officer from the time that he could crawl. At the age of 4, his father took him to an airshow and plunked him down in the cockpit of an F-4J Phantom II, the same type that his father flew for the Navy. The picture of him sitting in the cockpit of the aircraft and his father standing to the side, both of them looking at the camera was one of his prized posessions. Because on Christmas Eve, 1968, His father was shot down north of Hanoi doing an Iron Hand mission after his F-4 was hit by Triple-A and was captured and presumed missing in action. His mother after grieving remarried and Harm was brought up by both his mother and his step-father as well as his Grandma Sarah. That motivated Harmon Rabb Jr. to go into the Navy and become a naval aviator like his father.
Harm succeeded in that mission and became a naval aviator, rising through the Naval Academy and achieving top marks in his class allowing him to go to Naval Aviation School at NAS Pensacola in preparation to receive his naval aviator wings. Then from there he was sent to a fleet Reserve Air Group, a squadron that flew the type in which he was to train in, there was where he met Tosh (Animal) who trained him how to fly and fight in the F-14A Tomcat. It was a heady time where he felt like he was on top of the world; flying in combat over Afghanistan and Iraq with his best buddy and former RAG instructor at his side, but only two years after achieving his life-goal of becoming a Naval Aviator, it all came crashing down. An infection in his eye (though at the time the doctors had thought it was night-blindness) caused him to have a ramp-strike which killed his RIO and sent him to the hospital for a long stint at recover. A FNAEB (Flight Naval Aviator Evaluation Board) summary ruling yanked his wings and he was given the choice to either pick another MOS or get booted out of the Navy. Harm chose to stay in and pursue the legal profession, ending up at JAG. He also earned his wings back on an investigation onbaord the USS Seahawk where he ended up landing the Tomcat from the back seat (no such thing...in RL - it's just JAG Canon fiction - blame DPB - he's a Marine) and saving the CAG of the Seahawk Captain Tom Boone (who quite conveniently was Harm's father's wingman on the night that his father went down) From there, he went on to amass a rather substantial win record in JAG litigation cases until he decided that enough was enough and retired to Sunset Valley along with his old buddy from RAG and his friend from JAG, Major Sarah Mackenzie, Marine Corps. Upon arrival he was pleasantly suprised to find his old JAGMAN investigation partner, Lieutenant Commander Meg Austin (recently promoted then also decided to retire to see if she could try her hand at romance)
Lieutenant Commander Jack Keeter or just plain ol' Keeter to everyone who came into contact with him was pretty much what one would call a party animal. He, Luke Pendry, Sturgis Turner and Harmon Rabb were pretty much the FOUR Amigos at the Naval Academy. After graduating from the Academy, they pretty much went their separate ways. Turner became a bubblehead (a submariner) and Luke, Harm and Keeter went into Naval Aviation, were royally chewed out by Animal on several occasions while at RAG and ended up transitioning into the fleet squadrons, all different ones. Keeter went into the Cougars, Harm was flying with the Howlers and Luke was a Raptor. Luke however met an untimely end due to a mechanical malfunction that caused his F-14 to suddenly go inverted and pull up - which when inverted put the F-14 directly into the ground otherwise known as "making a smoking hole". So it was just the three of them, plus Animal who pretty much became the fourth Amigo after Luke became one with the fertilizer. Jack had a propensity to get lost which ended up putting him in Cuba. That pretty much ended his Naval career because the brass certainly didn't like him taking a vacation jaunt (however inadvertent) and he was dragooned by the "Can't Identify Anything" - sarcastic acronym for CIA - Animal referred to them as the Cr**tastic I****s Available which annoyed the living manure out of Clayton Webb. Keeter was then called upon to fly the Black Jet (F-117 Nighthawk but more ostensibly known as the Wobbly Goblin) and promptly found himself STUCK in Iraq - hey, at least it was a long runway in the desert with nothing to hit - perhaps Jack had picked the wrong service after all with the Navy - after all things happen to Marines. Things never did work out for Jack. That meant that poor Harm and Mac had to rescue the luckless former naval aviator. That ultimately caused Webb and the DDCIA to yank his rating and thus he too ended up at Sunset Valley.
Coming from an abusive background with a front end slide into full-on alcoholism, it could be said that one should not expect too much from Sarah Mackenzie, however this was not the case; this Marine learned early on from her uncle, Colonel Matthew O'Hara that falling was acceptable, as long as you picked yourself up. Taking her off to Red Rock Mesa to dry out and search for dinosaur bones, he made sure that she was on a steady track and then set her loose to find herself. She promptly joined the Marine Corps. Her determination led her to receiving her Major's rank upon being deep-selected. It was then that she ended up in JAG. After serving four years and meeting Harm who became her legal partner in the Judge Advocate, she decided that she would retire to Sunset Valley, but unfortunately her taste for adventure would leave her dissatisfied with civilian life and she ended up back in the military, this time at Fort Gnome and unfortunately since Harm had chosen the law-enforcement career, he wouldn't be following her back into uniform.
Lieutenant Commander Peter Ulysses "Sturgis" Turner was one of the Four Amigos who roomed together and hung together with Keeter, Harm and Luke at the Naval Academy. Sturgis was an odd-ball, incredibly focused and obssesive about things, and as such he decided that bobbing around the ocean currents in a metal double-hulled tube at crushing depths would be a fun way to spend his naval career. Either that or the lack of oxygen to his brain was a deciding factor. Occasionally having to surface brought on a nasty case of the bends and it was during that particular moment he thought that being a legal officer at JAG was the better way to go. When he came to from that hallucination, he decided that retirement was probably even better and promptly sent in an application for his DD214 ending up at Sunset Valley with the rest of the gang.
Lieutenant Jennifer Coates was the only mustang out of the ten officers who ended up living together. She was a former Legalman First Class who took night courses and got her degree in psychology. She planned to go into the medical field as a psychologist and was assigned to Bethesda Naval Medical Center before it was changed to Walter Reed. She was given her Ensign rank through the STA-21 program and ended up being assigned to Fort Gnome with the Army, which didn't make a whole bit of sense, but well, Fort Gnome had a hospital and they needed some medical staff, so Jen planned to finish her hitch of 21 years as per the requirement by the program under which she was commissioned.
And that concludes the roll-call of the 10 characters in my little fit of JAGInsanity.
It was the combined savings of 9 Navy and 1 Marine pension that allowed the 10 ex-military officers to retire to a nice convenient mansion in the toney hills of Sunset Valley's Summer Hill Court district. It was full of rich - both nouveau and long-time rich folks. The Landgraabs and the Altos were wealthy, the Altos by means best not spoken about in polite company, and the Landgraabs who were the old-wealth much in the vein of the Goths. Gunter however was eccentric and loved to live in an old mansion that reminded people of the Addams Family. There was something strange about them and it certainly kept people away from their home - considering it was next to the graveyard. It was however quite uncertain as to how the wealthy dynasty Landgraabs (both Nancy and Geoffrey and their son Malcolm) viewed the upstart ex-military officers who pooled their pensions together, but all in all, they had the equivalent of ยง13M in the bankroll and were thus able to buy a nice mansion in Summer Hill Court - 15 Summerhill Court to be exact and with a few discoveries on their lot were in the position to INCREASE their wealth immensely.
It was a rather motley cast of characters who moved into 15 Summerhill Court and it was no surprise that it annoyed Vita and Nick Alto to no end when they realized who their neighbours were going to be. But frankly, Tosh didn't care one iota about what his neighbours thought. He'd paid good money for the property and it was his to do with what he wanted; he was all for letting bygones be bygones but if Nick Alto wanted to cross swords with him, so be it. He'd faced much better opponents in the skies over Iraq and Afghanistan, not to mention over Kosovo and he had learned martial arts in the military, including MCMAP (Marine Corps Martial Arts Program) and Sim Fu - he'd silenced a few jarheads who'd up until then were snarking about how MCMAP wasn't the right fit for a swabbie - one ended up with a busted knee-cap and the other a broken wrenched out-of-its-socket arm - it was that day two gyrenes understood that armlocks and the soles of one's feet could be deadly weapons. Nick would probably get a rude awakening as to just how deadly Tosh could be if provoked.
After all, it was a rescue mission that Tosh himself had planned and executed, on a hilltop 6.2 miles north west of Kimchaek, - an F-14 had gone down hours before while on a TARPS recon mission; the pilot being killed and the Radar Intercept Officer (RIO) having ejected after being hit by a SAM; where Tosh found himself holding off the greater part of the 16th Infantry Regiment, 4th Infantry Division, 4th Guards. aiming to hold out until they were rescued by a SPECOPS EVAC helo. Surviving a full charge by the infantry division with only an M4A1 and a few well-placed grenades, he somehow managed to get to the evac with only two 7.62 shots through the space between the clavicle and the coracoid process. If those North Korean *******s weren't shooting at him, he would have marvelled at their markmanship, but by jeez, they were shooting at him and he wasn't going to stick around to commend them on their accuracy. What followed was a major operation on his shoulder, a six month rehab stint all the while being under investigation for telling the XO, a coward with the callsign Rabbit - for scatological reasons, to go flagellate a dead horse - in actual fact what he had told the XO was much more profane. Of course that didn't matter to the battlegroup commander or the CO, since they both thought the XO was a no-load already and they threw their full support in behind Tosh. To follow up on that, he was investigated by his old buddy himself, Harmon Rabb, a member of the Navy's Judge Advocate General Corps - and that was because the brass had shot up a commendation for his actions, on that hilltop where all he'd been doing was making sure his rear-end didn't get shot off, which the grand poobahs wearing stars seemed to think that it was worth a dangling brass medal on a blue ribbon that got draped around his neck while everyone fawned over his feat of not getting his patootie shot up like swiss cheese. Whether it was a combination of survivor's guilt and euphoria that he was still breathing even though one of his squadron-mates was vaporized into his component atoms after the F-14 exploded in mid-air, it wasn't certain. All he knew was that he was alive.
But that event changed him more than he realized. Practically overnight, Tosh was a changed man, who brooked no deviation from standard operating procedures. He became a hard, tough commanding officer after being battlefield promoted to Commander (0-5). He became an unrelenting taskmaster and disciplinarian. And it still showed in flashes of his military behavior out-of-uniform even though he was retired.
He couldn't articulate it very well, most military men don't - they're expected to be tough and unrelenting. But if he were to be sat down on a psychiatric evaluation couch, he'd be found out that he "didn't want to lose anyone else". But Tosh would rather walk on hot coals then admit that.
It could be forgiven that someone would quite possibly think that Kimber Benton was a pretty face with nothing upstairs. She could play the ditzy redhead with no problem, just to crush someone with relative ease later on. And she had done that to great effect while being called upon by CIA operative Clayton Webb on numerous occasions to Tosh's everlasting disgust and he had mentioned that if Webb continued to utilize Kimber for his plumtastic missions, he'd make sure that Clayton Webb would remember just exactly why the North Koreans didn't like him. Kimber was the prized XO (Executive Officer - 2nd in command) of Tosh's F-14 fighter squadron and as such she was a valuable part of the squadron. But Kimber also had a secret of her own - one that she kept close to her bosom - as the XO and CO were supposed to professionally be on the same page with regards to the running of the squadron, they would have to have meetings regarding the efficacy of the standing orders and it just so happened that she had developed feelings for her commanding officer, ones that could potentially put her in complete contravention of the Uniform Code of Military Justice. As she had no desire to be ground in between the gears of military procedure and being subject ot a JAGMAN investigation, she squelched down those feelings and kept a tight lid on them...until they got out of the Navy.
Liandra Gracen was yet another pretty face that disguised an acute mind as one of the top legal cousel in the Navy JAG Corps. Primarily a loner and shy, she found solace in her books and in art. A quiet sort, she preferred the company of a good book over a night out on the town. A hopeless romantic, she did feel the want of a Prince Charming and was waiting for Mr. Right.
One could mistake the JAG Headquarters for the cover of Vogue with all the pretty faces in the office, however, Meg had come back from Naval Sea Systems Development and came back to JAG after a three and a half year hiatus with NAVSEA. However before being dragooned to play Navy SPECSYSDEV, she ended up being the second to Harmon Rabb's lead investigator in the investigation that awarded Tosh the Navy's highest medal. And that was where Meg met Tosh. And felt an instant attraction towards him. But it would be five years before he even met up with her again. And by that time, he'd already put in for his retirement from the Navy.
There was something a little off-kilter about Phil Burrows when one met him. Other than the fact that he was childish and insane which were not good traits to have in a fighter pilot - he was still a competent stick though and managed to always bring back the Tomcat in one piece which was a good thing for his superiors. And somehow he managed to not tick off all of his superiors, which were many of them as he was always finding a way to end up on the plum-list of pretty much anyone who outranked him. But finding happiness outside of the Navy was yet another key element necessary for life experiences and Phil needed to find that balance - though his grasp on mental sanity was tenuous.
What more could be said about Harmon Rabb Jr. than has already been said. Coming from a West Coast family, born to Patricia Rabb and Harmon Rabb Sr., he was a quintessential Navy baby - and it seemed that he was destined to be a Naval Officer from the time that he could crawl. At the age of 4, his father took him to an airshow and plunked him down in the cockpit of an F-4J Phantom II, the same type that his father flew for the Navy. The picture of him sitting in the cockpit of the aircraft and his father standing to the side, both of them looking at the camera was one of his prized posessions. Because on Christmas Eve, 1968, His father was shot down north of Hanoi doing an Iron Hand mission after his F-4 was hit by Triple-A and was captured and presumed missing in action. His mother after grieving remarried and Harm was brought up by both his mother and his step-father as well as his Grandma Sarah. That motivated Harmon Rabb Jr. to go into the Navy and become a naval aviator like his father.
Harm succeeded in that mission and became a naval aviator, rising through the Naval Academy and achieving top marks in his class allowing him to go to Naval Aviation School at NAS Pensacola in preparation to receive his naval aviator wings. Then from there he was sent to a fleet Reserve Air Group, a squadron that flew the type in which he was to train in, there was where he met Tosh (Animal) who trained him how to fly and fight in the F-14A Tomcat. It was a heady time where he felt like he was on top of the world; flying in combat over Afghanistan and Iraq with his best buddy and former RAG instructor at his side, but only two years after achieving his life-goal of becoming a Naval Aviator, it all came crashing down. An infection in his eye (though at the time the doctors had thought it was night-blindness) caused him to have a ramp-strike which killed his RIO and sent him to the hospital for a long stint at recover. A FNAEB (Flight Naval Aviator Evaluation Board) summary ruling yanked his wings and he was given the choice to either pick another MOS or get booted out of the Navy. Harm chose to stay in and pursue the legal profession, ending up at JAG. He also earned his wings back on an investigation onbaord the USS Seahawk where he ended up landing the Tomcat from the back seat (no such thing...in RL - it's just JAG Canon fiction - blame DPB - he's a Marine) and saving the CAG of the Seahawk Captain Tom Boone (who quite conveniently was Harm's father's wingman on the night that his father went down) From there, he went on to amass a rather substantial win record in JAG litigation cases until he decided that enough was enough and retired to Sunset Valley along with his old buddy from RAG and his friend from JAG, Major Sarah Mackenzie, Marine Corps. Upon arrival he was pleasantly suprised to find his old JAGMAN investigation partner, Lieutenant Commander Meg Austin (recently promoted then also decided to retire to see if she could try her hand at romance)
Lieutenant Commander Jack Keeter or just plain ol' Keeter to everyone who came into contact with him was pretty much what one would call a party animal. He, Luke Pendry, Sturgis Turner and Harmon Rabb were pretty much the FOUR Amigos at the Naval Academy. After graduating from the Academy, they pretty much went their separate ways. Turner became a bubblehead (a submariner) and Luke, Harm and Keeter went into Naval Aviation, were royally chewed out by Animal on several occasions while at RAG and ended up transitioning into the fleet squadrons, all different ones. Keeter went into the Cougars, Harm was flying with the Howlers and Luke was a Raptor. Luke however met an untimely end due to a mechanical malfunction that caused his F-14 to suddenly go inverted and pull up - which when inverted put the F-14 directly into the ground otherwise known as "making a smoking hole". So it was just the three of them, plus Animal who pretty much became the fourth Amigo after Luke became one with the fertilizer. Jack had a propensity to get lost which ended up putting him in Cuba. That pretty much ended his Naval career because the brass certainly didn't like him taking a vacation jaunt (however inadvertent) and he was dragooned by the "Can't Identify Anything" - sarcastic acronym for CIA - Animal referred to them as the Cr**tastic I****s Available which annoyed the living manure out of Clayton Webb. Keeter was then called upon to fly the Black Jet (F-117 Nighthawk but more ostensibly known as the Wobbly Goblin) and promptly found himself STUCK in Iraq - hey, at least it was a long runway in the desert with nothing to hit - perhaps Jack had picked the wrong service after all with the Navy - after all things happen to Marines. Things never did work out for Jack. That meant that poor Harm and Mac had to rescue the luckless former naval aviator. That ultimately caused Webb and the DDCIA to yank his rating and thus he too ended up at Sunset Valley.
Coming from an abusive background with a front end slide into full-on alcoholism, it could be said that one should not expect too much from Sarah Mackenzie, however this was not the case; this Marine learned early on from her uncle, Colonel Matthew O'Hara that falling was acceptable, as long as you picked yourself up. Taking her off to Red Rock Mesa to dry out and search for dinosaur bones, he made sure that she was on a steady track and then set her loose to find herself. She promptly joined the Marine Corps. Her determination led her to receiving her Major's rank upon being deep-selected. It was then that she ended up in JAG. After serving four years and meeting Harm who became her legal partner in the Judge Advocate, she decided that she would retire to Sunset Valley, but unfortunately her taste for adventure would leave her dissatisfied with civilian life and she ended up back in the military, this time at Fort Gnome and unfortunately since Harm had chosen the law-enforcement career, he wouldn't be following her back into uniform.
Lieutenant Commander Peter Ulysses "Sturgis" Turner was one of the Four Amigos who roomed together and hung together with Keeter, Harm and Luke at the Naval Academy. Sturgis was an odd-ball, incredibly focused and obssesive about things, and as such he decided that bobbing around the ocean currents in a metal double-hulled tube at crushing depths would be a fun way to spend his naval career. Either that or the lack of oxygen to his brain was a deciding factor. Occasionally having to surface brought on a nasty case of the bends and it was during that particular moment he thought that being a legal officer at JAG was the better way to go. When he came to from that hallucination, he decided that retirement was probably even better and promptly sent in an application for his DD214 ending up at Sunset Valley with the rest of the gang.
Lieutenant Jennifer Coates was the only mustang out of the ten officers who ended up living together. She was a former Legalman First Class who took night courses and got her degree in psychology. She planned to go into the medical field as a psychologist and was assigned to Bethesda Naval Medical Center before it was changed to Walter Reed. She was given her Ensign rank through the STA-21 program and ended up being assigned to Fort Gnome with the Army, which didn't make a whole bit of sense, but well, Fort Gnome had a hospital and they needed some medical staff, so Jen planned to finish her hitch of 21 years as per the requirement by the program under which she was commissioned.
And that concludes the roll-call of the 10 characters in my little fit of JAGInsanity.
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
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JAGInsanity
Chapter 1 - "A New Home (Kimber Makes Her Move)
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Chapter 2 - Meg's Pain
Meg stared at the wall in her washroom. Why did I ever think that it could have worked out? she thought to herself, her heart shattered into tiny fragments, just like her hopes. Her first inclination was to be angry; enraged even at the man who crushed her hopes and dreams, but she knew that she hadn't let him know that she was interested in him. She'd essentially kept her interest in him carefully hidden when she was around him and admired him from afar. So how was he to know that she wanted him? Her next inclination was to be angry at the woman who had taken him from her, but even there, her anger was misplaced, she realized, as this woman had shared so many things with the man that Meg loved. Their love for flying, the love for aerial combat and a deep zest for life that transcended the ordinary, since each one of them knew that life was fleeting. All it took was one mistake and their aircraft would transform into spare parts taking them with it. And that was why both Kimber and Toshio hung onto life with a two-fisted grip that was tighter than a giant clam hanging onto a pearl and they had found each other. Meg realized with deep sadness that Kimber truly was Tosh's other half and that Meg had really had no chance at all when Kimber came into the picture. Why oh why couldn't Kimber have picked Phil or someone else other than Tosh?
Question to all you female Simmers: Should Meg give up so easily and let Kimber have the win; or should she try to take Tosh away from Kimber?
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
Chapter 3 - Coming Home
Liandra took advantage of the home gym that was in the house. Needless to say, exercise was a big item with 10 former military officers for whom fitness had been a way of life. But still the treadmill was a new item for the men and women to use and Liandra certainly found that out. Most of the running in the military had been restricted to road or trail-running and the treadmill with the constant running that one had to do...if you slackened your pace in anyway shape or form or ended up forgetting that you had to slow down the treadmill; your face met rubber - painfully.
Well, that was half the question... Tosh thought to himself. "Yes, that thought did cross my mind..." he answered slowly. "You never did show any signs of being interested in me."
"Well, as you know, we were governed by the Uniform Code of Military Justice..." she paused for a long moment. "If I had taken advantage of the feelings that I had for you at that particular moment in time, I'd have been under a JAGMAN investigation so fast that you wouldn't have had a moment to say "Wait..." So it was squelch down those feelings for you and stew in silence. You've had a storied career, Tosh and you are well-respected by everyone in the Navy. Not everyone could do what you did on that hill and I sure as heck wasn't going to be the one to destroy your storied career because I couldn't handle my own hormones."
Kimber's languid blue eyes locked in on him like her Sidewinders had on those two unfortunate Iraqi MiG 23s over the Al-Hajarah desert that one morning in 2002. She'd gotten two confirmed kills on that day (yeah, unfortunately in RL F-14s could only combine for 1 Mil-8 and that was a helicopter - but they still have 2 MiG 23s and 2 Su-22 kills over the Gulf of Sidra) and that was as a lieutenant in the VF-41 under Tosh's tutelage, he was flying wing-man...and three MiG-23s had come up to bump noses - none went home. Tosh got the other one adding to his now combined total of four; one short of an ace.
Kimber paused for a long moment...and then said, "It was hard to squelch down those feelings. It felt like two souls connecting, but then being kept apart by regulations...and knowing that we were in the same chain of command, it hurt. Knowing that we should be together, but that we couldn't...all because you and I were separated by one rank at first, then even if we were at the same rank, you were my superior because you were the commanding officer and I was the XO."
she looked at him for a long moment and then stared at the fireplace.
"Well, you certainly made an aggressive opening move..." Tosh said looking over at her with a wry expression on his face
"That was for aerial combat, Jugs..." Tosh protested feebly using her callsign
"Adapt and Improvise...Animal..." She retorted with a cheery expression on her face using his callsign in return
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
Chapter 4 - Men Are So Freakin' Dense
Tosh went to harvest eggs and milk the cow and was followed out by Kimber who was watching him intently. Meanwhile Liandra was working in the garden. Combined with art and gardening, these were her two enjoyments in life. She tried hard to not notice the two lovebirds standing to the side of the chickencoop, but unfortunately with the glass panes in the greenhouse, it was hard not to have a direct line of sight to them. She'd had a mild infatuation with Tosh and she also had the hots for Harm, but she knew that she didn't want to take the chance at getting her heart broken, upon seeing Meg's morose mood for the past few days after finding out that Kimber had already hog-tied Tosh up completely to the point where Meg wouldn't ever have a chance of getting him loose. Nor would he even look at her the way he was looking at Kimber right now.
"Really?" Tosh had replied. "I didn't notice anything. She seemed just like usual to me."
Ugh...men...you guys are so freakin' dense. she bit her lip as she resisted saying that out loud. "I don't know, but she doesn't seem like herself. Usually she's talkative, but she's silent and doesn't say much of anything. YOU wouldn't know anything as to why, would you?"
Tosh shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea."
Yeah, of course you wouldn't.Lia looked over at him, her eyes shuttered, not letting anything slip out You were too busy ogling Kimber's frontal assets to even notice that Meg was hurting...BECAUSE OF YOU! she thought viciously to herself hoping that her sharp thoughts would penetrate his thick skull and pierce some sense into him.
Was he joking? That was probably the last thing he should do. And people wonder why men are in control of much of the country's infrastructure when they can't recognize the subtleties that are needed for certain tasks. Good heavens "No, I don't think that would be a very good idea at this time." Meg certainly needed some time and she certainly wouldn't appreciate the person who caused all that internal pain to ask her what was wrong. That would be a good way of Tosh getting brained with the nearest heavy lethal object. "Let her come out of her shell when she's ready to." Lia advised. Too bad that same advice couldn't help her own situation as her heart twinged sitting beside the person she liked a lot too.
"Okay..." he said softly, his tone confused as to the situation and stymied at the fact that he couldn't do anything about it. What he didn't realize was that not all problems required immediate remedial action. "Well, it was good talking to you...Liandra" he said "I think I'd better head upstairs before Kimber thinks I've gotten lost." He got up out of the chair, cheerily bade her goodnight and headed for the stairs. Liandra uttered a deep sigh, getting up and picking up the dishes to wash.
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
Chap 5 - Tense
And when Tosh wasn't spending time with Kimber, he was cooking so that others in the "family" could eat.
...and it was with definite certainty that Tosh enjoyed it too.
Tosh (stammering): "Um...yeahhh!"
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
Chap 6 - Meg Opens Up
"It's not nothing, is it?"
"It's nothing...and it's everything..." Meg said, confusingly to Harm who just peered at her.
"Tosh and Kimber?" he asked, not really wanting to know the answer because he knew the emotional pain that it would entail, but being the helpful hero soul, he kept going. "You mean, they're together?" he asked, rather surprised.
Meg uttered a groan of frustration. "Yes, Harm, they are...you mean you haven't noticed the two of them snogging each other every freakin' chance they get?" her voice was irritable, partly due to emotional pain, the other out of sheer dumbstruck wonder that Harm could be THAT oblivious.
"Really? I never really noticed. I mean, Kimber was his XO..." Harm stated as he peered curiously at Meg, trying to read the look on her face.
It was a deep well-spring of pain that Harm had hit and Meg nodded, bravely smiling through her pain.
Harm wasn't sure if his own heart had collapsed into a million pieces at that point, considering how long he had wanted Meg - and not knowing it until she had gone, but to find out that she had moved on emotionally from him, had to hurt immensely. He did want to find a nice quiet corner, curl up and lick his wounds.
"...y'mean, madder than a three-legged dog trying to bury a poop on an icy pond?" she asked sarcastically. "I don't want to get Kimber on the wrong side of me, but I do need to let him know how I felt, just so that I can heal. It doesn't do me any good to be this mad all the time..." she did suppress a bit of a sob... "even if it hurts like heck to see 'em together like this."
Harm thought to himself Does she know just how much that hurt? That I want Meg just as much as she wants Tosh?" he thought quietly as he stared at her.
"Sure, anytime..." Harm said with as much false cheerfulness as he could muster.
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
Chap 7 - The Eye of the Storm
Mornings were always fun for Kimber and Tosh. Even though Kimber had to head in early for her law enforcement career, she always made time in the morning for personal time even if it meant waking up two and a half hours before she had to leave for work. Besides...it made a great start to the day; she could feel nice and "relaxed" having worked out the stresses.
Phil cooked waffles for brunch and Haruo decided to cut gemstones to the consternation of everyone in the house, several making a quick beeline for the back yard door and Sturgis who clapped his hands to his ears complaining about the goddawful noise.
Well at least for the short term, things were settling down and tensions had eased if only a slight bit.
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
The Calm Before The Storm
Meg pondered on how she was going to approach Tosh for so long that Harm pretty much forgot about the discussion they had had. Besides, his own heart was still in shreds from Meg's disclosure. But they all had their jobs to do. Harm fished in the backyard pond/lake, And Mac did her best to annoy Phil. But dinner-time was the toughest time of all, when everyone would trickle in, sit down at the table and eat their meals. Meg tried to get in quickly, grab a left-over meal, eat and then disappear back into her room, when she wasn't at work. Harm could barely even be in the same room as Meg after that disclosure, so he usually waited until she was done eating - getting ready to get up and leave, then come in and grab his meal so that he could eat it in peace without the heart-ache.
The one thing that always seemed to happen was the computer breaking - the same computer, on two consecutive days. That didn't make Tosh a very happy camper at all.
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
The Emotional Storm
Yes, of all the times in the day that Meg and Harm had to deal with; dinner was the toughest. Especially on the times when it was a group dinner. Then they all had to tuck in their inner feelings and try to put on a brave face so that others weren't able to tell how they were feeling. Meg was still pining for Tosh and Harm hurt because he wasn't even on Meg's radar other than being "friend-zoned" hard. The rest of the friends, with the exception of Liandra were unaware of the romantic tensions brewing between Meg, Tosh and Harm. Kimber was aware but chose to ignore it in the light of the fact that she had Tosh and that was all that was important.
So she tried her best to put the pain aside...by going outside and trying to distract herself with other activities
Tosh thought to himself... oh, god...here it comes.... Despite the fact that he had appeared to be oblivious, he had felt every single bit of Meg's emotional pain directed at him as an empathetic human being, but he was in love with Kimber...and that was the unfortunate reality of the situation. He had done what he could to distance himself from that and that gave off the impression that he was oblivious. Meg's expression was one of bereft grief and suppressed anger.
Her simple question was one word: "Why"... and it touched off a potent memory.
Tosh was silent for a long time...as the memory played out in his mind.
It was too late for them, and Meg realized that. If Kimber hadn't already stamped her claim on Tosh, it was certainly clear now who he preferred. And Meg knew that he wouldn't waffle on that position. Once Tosh made his stand on a position that he thought was right, there was no budging him.
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
Seeing Eye to Eye
As Tosh walked away from her, Meg chose to take out her frustrations on the martial arts dummy. It was an emotionally draining talk but at least, it showed where she and Tosh stood with regards to the other. Unfortunately it didn't do well to help the pain of rejection; only replaced it with pain in her knuckles and in the side of the head when she got a little too angry and whacked the dummy once and it spun around and smacked her in the side of the head.
Kimber nodded perfunctorily, "I hope we don't have to have this conversation again."
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
A Productive Talk With Harm
Meg noticed that Harm and Keeter had come into the home gym while she was busy beating the living tar out of perfectly innocent foam boards and paused for a moment to go and talk to Harm.
"I did..." Meg said "I've lost Tosh..." she said with grim finality. "I waited too long...to tell him what was in my heart and I lost him..." she said with tears welling up in her eyes.
Harm nodded sympathetically...
"I'm sorry, Meg..." Harm apologized and said, "Kimber does love him...a lot."
Meg growled ominously, "Is that supposed to make me feel any better?"
"I don't know...it still hurts to see them together and me with no idea of what I plan to do. Yeah, I'm working in law enforcement, Jack's been a good guy, taking me out to lunch and everything but everything on my creep-radar has been going off. He's a nice guy but he's just not my type, y'see?" Meg said, her mind going on autopilot as she looked up towards the ceiling. (Meanwhile Jack Keeter wondered why his ears were suddenly burning)
"Kinda...but it was kinda hazy back then..." Harm admitted.
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
Life Settles Down
Well, needless to say, things were a lot more tolerable now that romantic liaisons were sorted out between Meg, Kimber, Tosh and Harm. Meg had Harm, Kimber had Tosh and the dinner table didn't seem so tense. Tosh did the cooking and everyone else ate.
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
Making Friends and Annoying People
Author's Note: I'm not a Harm/Mac Shipper - at least not after Seasons 6-10.
Considering the fact that Mac was doing her best to annoy people, Tosh and Kimber kept a sharp eye on her. But even so there were times when she wasn't able to be watched. So while Tosh cut gemstones, Mac wandered out of the house and headed down to the hospital
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
The War of the Roses
The next morning had Harm out fishing in the pond in his boxers. Luckily it was still the height of summer or else he would have had a serious case of blue-bouncy things in his trousers - he'd freeze his ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ off.
"What's in it for me?" Meg replied smirking at Kimber.
"I'm not stepping away from Tosh if that's what you're implying?" Kimber replied as she stepped back into a Sim Fu stance.
"Didn't think you would..." Meg said, "But I'm not going to break Harm's heart after being with him; No, this is just a battle to see who's better at Sim Fu."
Kimber caught the question and nodded. "Yeah, we're good."
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
Peace Reigns
Well, things started to settle down in the house as soon as Meg and Kimber had their epic sparring match. Kimber focused on getting her next belt.
Harm loved fishing although his attire wasn't suitable for going out to do anything of the sort. And Jack subdued his hungries while trying not to gross Liandra out by eating with the habits of a caveman.
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
Skill-Building
Meg almost forgot that she'd had to take a shower...when Harm suggested that they have a little private time together. Oh, she was more than willing to have that bit of time, not to mention that feeling clean and fresh was more than enough enticement.
Poor Phil.
Harm on the other hand raided the fridge for something eat after jogging to the Science Research Center and back.
"Good work, Lieutenant Commander Turner." Tosh stated. "You've been practicing hard..." Tosh knew that Sturgis had been going into the gym to practice every single day, when he was not working in the military and it showed. His progress was slower than Tosh's but frankly it was only because Tosh was able to utilize the gym when he chose unlike Sturgis with his tight work schedule.
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~
Matchmaking
Well, Saturday morning continued with Keeter playing basketball, just because the hoops were there. It was nice to have a basketball court and Keeter and the rest of the family utilized it a lot. It had cost a bit to put it in when the builders were building the house, but well...it was well worth it because the new owners of the place just loved it. It was one of the added features that made the house a home.
Creator: Well, Phil, you always seem to stumble...and fall flat on your face, so maybe it's better if the girl makes the first move...Then all you have to say is "yes, no...I love you..." in answer to the questions...Surely you can't muck this up...right???
Phil: "No..." ~facepalm~ FLARK! "Yes..."
Jennifer: "Phil...are you OK?"
Phil: "YES..." FLARK!!!
Creator: This is not going well...OK...at least they're hugging and at least Phil hasn't run off screaming...
Always "River McIrish" ...and maybe some Bebe Hart. ~innocent expression~