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The Eye Can't See
By LauraBF

A reaction piece to Hail and Farewell II

Disclaimer:  If you think they belong to me, you’re sadly mistaken.  I borrowed them, hugged them, squeezed them, called them George, then gave them back like a good girl. Seriously, Harm, Mac, and the TV series JAG belong to Donald P. Bellisario, Belisaurius Productions, Paramount Pictures, and Columbia Broadcasting Service Entertainment.

Author’s Note:  Contains serious spoilers and well, y’all know me…  I’m infamous for this kind of thing.  Character death.


Clayton Webb squinted into the rainy night and grimaced.  He’d come back from the dead for *this* kind of weather?  Sure, he knew a series of hurricanes were heading in, but the mucky weather didn’t make life easier.  With the breakup, he was alone again.  To be truthful, it didn’t really surprise him; Sarah had serious issues with his avocation.

He knew that Brumby had given up his career for her, but he just couldn’t do that; he had spent too long working for the Company to change—even for her.  He grimaced as he stepped into a slippery mud puddle and hoped it wouldn’t ruin his shiny new dress shoes.   In time, he’d get over Sarah Mackenzie; maybe he should look up Mic Brumby next time he was in Australia.  They could form a support group; men who’d gambled on Sarah and lost.  Hell, maybe Harm would join them--he’d been dangling after her for longer than any of them.

Webb slid his way to the edge of the curb and stepped into the street.  His destination was too close to drive; it’d be too much trouble to find a parking space.  Carefully, he started picking his way across the muddy street, trying to keep his footing.  As he started to slip, the only thing he could think was that he should’ve worn boots to better grip the ground.  His feet went out from under him, and he fell, landing hard on the wet, muddy pavement.  He lay still for a moment, seeing stars.

Webb’s head snapped up as he heard the sound of fast approaching sirens.  He started to get up, but the ambulance came screaming through the intersection.  A loud thump could be heard, then silence.  The ambulance didn’t stop, but a witness to the accident called 911.  Unfortunately for Clayton Webb, it was too late; he died enroute to the hospital in a different ambulance.

The End. 

DIE WEBB, DIE!  Good.  Now STAY DEAD this time.  If you don’t, I’ll kill you again!