15 in 1 fic: Post-apocalyptic "I Wouldn't Have it Any Other Way"
Title: I Wouldn't Have it Any Other Way
Rating: T, because its the end of the world as we know it and Mary doesn't react to change well
Genre: Post-apocalyptic
Summery: Albuquerque was different after various assholes around the world went bay shit crazy and started throwing nuclear bombs around like they were snowballs.
Authors Note: Mild (and I mean really mild like you could read this and not even realize that you were spoiled until the show aired) for season 5. This is the second for the 15genres1prompt challenge. As a reminder, the prompt is "luck". This genre was a bit hard for me as I've never considered post apocalyptic as a genre, or really thought about it in connection with ANY of the shows that I watch. So, this should be interesting. This is also another fic on my quest to "fix" the Mary/Marshall relationship.
I Wouldn't Have it Any Other Way
Mary stood on the plateau and looked at the barren landscape that was once the thriving metropolis of Albuquerque New Mexico. That was before various assholes around the world went bay shit crazy and started throwing nuclear bombs around like they were snowballs. Though, now that she thought about it Albuquerque had always been a barren wasteland. She wasn’t sure how she had ended up in the situation she was in now, but she was sure luck had something to do with it. The first day, the day that fire rained from the sky and hell was born on earth, she had been searching for an idiot of a witness who thought it would be fin to go backpacking in the desert without water or a map and gotten himself completely lost. Marshall was with her, that was the first bit of luck.
The second was that when their radios started lighting up and reports started coming in of the pandemonium that was happening in the rest of the world, they were nowhere near their radios. Instead they were in the desert, tracking the numbskull. They spent the night with him under the stars in a tent that Marshall had managed to bring. They had a fire; it was rather nice and relaxing, thinking back. And then the next day they found out that the world had imploded on itself.
It was sheer luck that Mary was able to track down her family, that she was able to find Mark and Norah. She was safe, her daughter was safe. She looked behind her and the small band of people coming up the hill that he’d sprinted up. Her family, her loved ones.
Mark had left the second she had Norah in her arms, he wanted to find his mother, his family, and Mary had not kept him from leaving. Instead, she’d buckled down, held close to everyone and soldered on. The safety of her witnesses had taken a back seat to that of her family. Ten years in though, the witnesses she truly cared about were still safe and sound. The fear that someone was going to come and destroy them had come true and most had left Albuquerque. The ones who staid Mary looked after, with Marshall.
The world was simpler, harder. The bombs had destroyed the major cities; even some smaller one had fallen prey to less caustic weapons. It was luck, or a miracle, that they had managed to survive.
“Hey, Gorgeous!” She turned, no longer looking at the city that had been the source of such pain and joy for the past few years. She smiled at the man walking up, a baby strapped to his chest, a toddlers hand in his. “No fair running ahead and leaving me with the kids.”
“It is too fair, Marshall. I carried both the rug rats for nine months, and delivered the last one without pain killer.” She bent to pick up Norah and gave both Marshall and the baby in his arms a kiss.
“Can you believe it’s been so long already?” Marshall asked, looking out over the city.
“No.” Mary said, standing next to him. It hadn’t taken long for Mary to realize that with the world falling to pieces around them that there were more important things than boundaries and fear of being hurt emotionally. She’d back Marshall into a corner, literally, about a month after the day to end all days, and told him that if he didn’t love her that she was going to take Jinx and Brandi and Norah and head to New Jersey. It hadn’t taken more than thirty seconds for him to realize she was serious and they hadn’t been apart since. She didn’t know what happened to Abby for sure, but figured it was similar to Mark. Off to find family.
“I always thought that a nuclear holocaust would spell the end of the world. That we would all die or turn into zombies or something.” Mary said as the settled on a blanket to have lunch.
“I don’t know about zombies, but yes, I’d agree that I thought that the end of the world would be a bit more depressing, a bit more drastic.” Marshall had a twinkle in his eye and kept talking before Mary could stop him. “You know, I’m glad that we were on this hill that night; that we weren’t in Albuquerque. That we didn’t know what happened until the next day. I think that had we been around when it happened that we wouldn’t be here today. That I wouldn’t have you. And I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anyone else. I just wish it hadn’t taken the end of the world as we know it for you to figure it out.”
“I know it took me a while, but it’s been worth every moment that we’ve had together since then.”
Rating: T, because its the end of the world as we know it and Mary doesn't react to change well
Genre: Post-apocalyptic
Summery: Albuquerque was different after various assholes around the world went bay shit crazy and started throwing nuclear bombs around like they were snowballs.
Authors Note: Mild (and I mean really mild like you could read this and not even realize that you were spoiled until the show aired) for season 5. This is the second for the 15genres1prompt challenge. As a reminder, the prompt is "luck". This genre was a bit hard for me as I've never considered post apocalyptic as a genre, or really thought about it in connection with ANY of the shows that I watch. So, this should be interesting. This is also another fic on my quest to "fix" the Mary/Marshall relationship.
I Wouldn't Have it Any Other Way
Mary stood on the plateau and looked at the barren landscape that was once the thriving metropolis of Albuquerque New Mexico. That was before various assholes around the world went bay shit crazy and started throwing nuclear bombs around like they were snowballs. Though, now that she thought about it Albuquerque had always been a barren wasteland. She wasn’t sure how she had ended up in the situation she was in now, but she was sure luck had something to do with it. The first day, the day that fire rained from the sky and hell was born on earth, she had been searching for an idiot of a witness who thought it would be fin to go backpacking in the desert without water or a map and gotten himself completely lost. Marshall was with her, that was the first bit of luck.
The second was that when their radios started lighting up and reports started coming in of the pandemonium that was happening in the rest of the world, they were nowhere near their radios. Instead they were in the desert, tracking the numbskull. They spent the night with him under the stars in a tent that Marshall had managed to bring. They had a fire; it was rather nice and relaxing, thinking back. And then the next day they found out that the world had imploded on itself.
It was sheer luck that Mary was able to track down her family, that she was able to find Mark and Norah. She was safe, her daughter was safe. She looked behind her and the small band of people coming up the hill that he’d sprinted up. Her family, her loved ones.
Mark had left the second she had Norah in her arms, he wanted to find his mother, his family, and Mary had not kept him from leaving. Instead, she’d buckled down, held close to everyone and soldered on. The safety of her witnesses had taken a back seat to that of her family. Ten years in though, the witnesses she truly cared about were still safe and sound. The fear that someone was going to come and destroy them had come true and most had left Albuquerque. The ones who staid Mary looked after, with Marshall.
The world was simpler, harder. The bombs had destroyed the major cities; even some smaller one had fallen prey to less caustic weapons. It was luck, or a miracle, that they had managed to survive.
“Hey, Gorgeous!” She turned, no longer looking at the city that had been the source of such pain and joy for the past few years. She smiled at the man walking up, a baby strapped to his chest, a toddlers hand in his. “No fair running ahead and leaving me with the kids.”
“It is too fair, Marshall. I carried both the rug rats for nine months, and delivered the last one without pain killer.” She bent to pick up Norah and gave both Marshall and the baby in his arms a kiss.
“Can you believe it’s been so long already?” Marshall asked, looking out over the city.
“No.” Mary said, standing next to him. It hadn’t taken long for Mary to realize that with the world falling to pieces around them that there were more important things than boundaries and fear of being hurt emotionally. She’d back Marshall into a corner, literally, about a month after the day to end all days, and told him that if he didn’t love her that she was going to take Jinx and Brandi and Norah and head to New Jersey. It hadn’t taken more than thirty seconds for him to realize she was serious and they hadn’t been apart since. She didn’t know what happened to Abby for sure, but figured it was similar to Mark. Off to find family.
“I always thought that a nuclear holocaust would spell the end of the world. That we would all die or turn into zombies or something.” Mary said as the settled on a blanket to have lunch.
“I don’t know about zombies, but yes, I’d agree that I thought that the end of the world would be a bit more depressing, a bit more drastic.” Marshall had a twinkle in his eye and kept talking before Mary could stop him. “You know, I’m glad that we were on this hill that night; that we weren’t in Albuquerque. That we didn’t know what happened until the next day. I think that had we been around when it happened that we wouldn’t be here today. That I wouldn’t have you. And I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anyone else. I just wish it hadn’t taken the end of the world as we know it for you to figure it out.”
“I know it took me a while, but it’s been worth every moment that we’ve had together since then.”