|Create Date||12 juin 2011|
|Last Updated||7 janvier 2015|
Spoilers: “Smoked,” “We The People,” and late season-7 eps, especially “In Country” and “Enemy Below”
Summary: A conclusion to the seventh-season finale, “Enemy Below.” The JAG crew rallies around their injured comrade and struggles to deal with the aftermath of the failed terrorist attack.
Author’s Notes: Well, this year’s cliffhanger wasn’t nearly as cut-and-dried as last year’s, now was it? I realize that there are a lot of very different viewpoints about the last five minutes of “Enemy Below,” and I know that I won’t be able to please everyone with my take on it. But I’ve never been one to leave well enough alone, especially since we’ve been left hanging for four months with no word on what will happen to poor Bud. If you’d rather choose to believe that the whole thing was a dream/vision/whatever, you may want to skip this story, ‘cause I’m not going that way. Also, the timeline for the end of the episode was a little vague, but for the purposes of this story, Bud and P.O. Coates went ashore soon after the missile incident, so Mac and Harm are still aboard the Seahawk. Hope that clears things up.
Incidentally, the title comes from Rufus Wainwright’s “Hallelujah,” which West Wing fans will recognize from the season finale: it played while C.J. learned of Simon’s death and as she walked the streets of New York. The theme of the song doesn’t really fit this story, but I thought that line conveyed the appropriate amount of disillusionment for my purposes.
When you’re in the middle of a hurricane, you lose a certain amount of perspective. You’re fighting so hard just to get through it that you’re thrilled beyond words to see the clouds finally break. That kind of thinking can be dangerous, though. Sometimes the storm has passed, sure – but sometimes you’ve only reached the eye of it, a brief respite before another, equally harrowing struggle. Even if you’ve been in and out of these things all your life, you can still be lulled into a false sense of security by the eye. Those are the times the damned thing really gets you. You think you’ve won, but half the test still lies ahead.