Title: Time In New England Author: Webbgirl24 Webbgirl24@hotmail.com Category: [Mac/Webb, but not really…yet], [Rabb/Webb, but not really] / A whole lotta angst here. Rating: Floating around R Spoilers: Need to Know is the big one, maybe others, but I'm not quite sure. Disclaimer: No, I do not own them. DPB, Paramount and CBS own them. I would love to lease Webb for awhile though! Archive: http://www.geocities.com/cknepher, WWOMB, all others, please ask Feedback: Constructive preferred and welcome. Warnings: Major Harm Bashing ahead. I almost feel sorry for the guy. You've been duly warned. Note: Thanks and apologies to Mr. Manilow and the local oldies station for the songs and title. #### Clayton Webb was having an incredible dream. He was on a deserted beach near a rain forest. There were no problems to deal with. Just him, a swimsuit, and Sarah MacKenzie. The swimsuit was his, not hers. Of course he had to keep her from burning, so there were liberal amounts of sun tan oil as well. Clayton being the gentleman that he was, couldn't have Sarah struggling to try and rub the oil on herself, so he took care of that for her. The scene was perfect. Just the two of them, lying on the beach without a care in the world. That's when the music broke through. Last night, I waved goodbye Now--it seems years I'm back in the city Where nothing is clear But thoughts of me --holding you Bringing us near While, as a general rule, Clayton wasn't a huge Barry Manilow fan, he figured, `What the heck, maybe it was Sarah's choice.' And tell me When will our eyes meet When can I touch you When will this strong yearning end And when Will I hold you again It seemed like a rather sad selection to Clayton, given the fact that they were together on a secluded beach. Time, in New England Took me away To long rocky beaches and you, by the bay We started a story Whose end must now wait And, tell me He knew that they were nowhere near New England either. He was about to ask Sarah why she had picked this song when he realized that the voice singing wasn't Barry Manilow. When will our eyes meet When can I touch you When will this strong yearning end And when Will I hold you again The voice was familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. I feel the change comin' I feel the wind blow I feel brave and daring! I feel my blood flow He almost had who it was. Who would be interrupting the wonderful bliss between him and Sarah? With you I can bring out All the love, that I have With you there's a heaven So earth ain't so bad Finally, he figured it out. It was Rabb! That asshole had somehow found his way to where he and Sarah were and he was going to try and take her back to DC with him. He knew that wasn't quite right either though. There was something eluding him. And tell me When will our eyes meet When can I touch you When will this strong yearning end And when Will I hold you again That's when Clayton woke up from the dream and sat up in his bed. `What a bizarre dream!' Rabb had never once shown up in any of Clayton's many erotic dreams about Sarah. Maybe the time in South America would do him some good. He got up to go splash some water on his face. He realized something still wasn't right. We had the right love At the wrong time Guess I always knew inside I wouldn't have you for a long time Clayton was sure that he was awake and this wasn't some, dream inside of a dream, thing. Yet he still heard the singing. Those dreams of yours Are shining on distant shores And if they're calling you away I have no right to make you stay But What the hell?!? Clayton walked over to his bedroom window. Somewhere down the road Our roads are gonna cross again It doesn't really matter when But somewhere down the road I know that heart of yours will come to see That you belong with me Oh GOD! Clayton stood stunned. In the courtyard outside his townhome, at three in the morning, was Harmon Rabb, Jr. Holding a guitar and singing Barry Manilow tunes. Sometimes goodbyes are not forever It doesn't matter if you're gone I still believe in us together I understand more than you think I can You have to go out on your own So you can find your way back home And What the hell had possessed him? Wasn't it bad enough that he was being shipped off to the CIA equivalent of Siberia for helping this man? Now Rabb was going to make sure that his neighbors never wanted him to return from the exile! Somewhere down the road Our roads are gonna cross again It doesn't really matter when But somewhere down the road I know that heart of yours will come to see That you belong with me Clayton opened the window. "Rabb!" Letting go is just another way to say I'll always love you so "Rabb! Put down the guitar and get your ass off my property!" Clayton didn't think that Rabb was even listening to him. We had the right love At the wrong time Maybe we've only just begun Maybe the best is yet to come 'Cause "Fuck!" He had to get him out of there before someone called the cops. Even though it would serve Rabb right, Clayton didn't relish the idea of having to explain to the police why he had a man serenading him outside his window in the middle of the night. Somewhere down the road Our roads are gonna cross again It doesn't really matter when But somewhere down the road I know that heart of yours will come to see That you belong With me Clayton decided that it was time to physically remove Harm from the property. He grabbed his robe and literally ran downstairs. He needed to get to Rabb before the man launched into `Mandy' or some other sappy song. Once he got outside, he physically grabbed Harm and dragged him into the townhouse. "Rabb, do you have any fucking idea what time it is? What the hell is the matter with you?" Rabb just stood there staring at him. It was clear that the man was way beyond drunk at this point. Clayton guided him to the couch in the den. "SIT!" Rabb sat there, his eyes still fixed on Clayton. "You're leaving." "I'm aware of that Rabb." God, Clayton hoped that this wasn't leading to where he thought it was. "I may never see you again." "I'll be back eventually Rabb. What led you to stand in my yard and start singing?" "I couldn't let you go without telling you…how I felt." He looked like a wounded puppy. "Rabb, you're drunk. You need to go home and sleep it off before you do something more to embarrass yourself and potentially destroy your career. Not to mention waking up all of my neighbors." Damn! Clayton had suspected something like this for awhile. He had always considered Rabb a friend and wanted to help him out, but Rabb had turned it into more in his mind. Clayton had seen the way Rabb would look at him sometimes when they were working together. He didn't really believe that it would come to this though. "I don't wanna go home…wanna stay here with you!" "Definitely NOT and option. Let me call you a cab to take you home." Rabb tried to stand. "C'mon Clay, we can have some fun! I like you, you like me…Why else would you do all those nice things for me?" Harm reached for Clayton's arm. "NO Harm!!" Clayton walked to the phone. He didn't trust Harm to stay in a cab and he didn't want to embarrass Harm by calling any of his friends to come pick him up. Although, it was an extremely tempting thought at the moment. He also was leery of taking Rabb home himself. There was no way of knowing what the drunk, smitten, Commander might do. Finally, he decided to impose on Harrison, his mother's…he wasn't quite sure what Harrison's official title was anymore. Clayton made the phone call and Harrison said that he would be over in a few minutes. One good thing about it being the middle of the night, no traffic worries. Harm had tried to pick up his guitar a few more times to resume his crooning. Clayton finally moved it to the other side of the room. He was immensely relieved when Harrison finally showed up. The two men packed Harm into the towncar and Clayton gave Harrison directions to Harm's apartment. Harm decided one more time to declare his undying devotion to Clayton Neville Webb. "Thank you Harrison. I really appreciate your help with this." "Not a problem." Clayton could see the smirk that Harrison was holding back. As he got into the car he mouthed the word "Heartbreaker" and started laughing hysterically. Clayton groaned and walked back into his house. He thought about going back to bed, but there was no way in hell he was going to be able to sleep at this point! He grabbed a glass and the decanter of scotch. He wasn't really sure that he'd need the glass though. There wasn't enough scotch in the world to get rid of the memory of the nights events. In spite of himself, Clayton's mind was wandering to the second song that Harm had sang to him. He thought about the lyrics and about his dream. No matter how misguided or how insane they were, Harm had taken a risk to visit Clayton and express his feelings. Clayton thought about his own feelings about Sarah and how he was going to miss her. Did he have the guts to take the same risk and tell her how he felt? He looked at the clock, quarter past four. He didn't leave for Suriname for another two days. Would it be fair to either one of them? He picked up the phone and dialed.