15 in 1 fic: Angst "Lost"
Title: Lost
Rating: T
Genre: Angst
Summery: They'd not been back to this dinner since the day Marshall had seen that tan line on her finger.
Authors Note: Spoilers for season 5. This was written for the
15genres1prompt challenge. As a reminder, the prompt is "luck". Sadly, as this is an "angst" fic, it doesn't have a happy ending.
Lost
They hadn’t been back to this dinner since the day Marshall had seen the tan line on Mary’s finger and had given her what had probably been her most awkward and touching hug of her life. She’d not had any interest in coming back; it was a place of shame, a place of distress, where her best friend found out that she’d been keeping one of the biggest secrets in her life from him. So, when Marshal suggested they go out to lunch, and then pulled up in front of that dinner, she knew what was going to happen. There would only be one reason Marshall would bring her back here.
“When did you ask her?” Mary asked after then had been seated. She was looking at her menu, pretending that the conversation they were going to have was something they talked about every day.
“Last night.” He didn’t need to ask what she was talking about.
“I assume she said yes?” Mary didn’t know why, but it hurt, thinking that Marshall was going to be married.
“She did.” His answer was short, no explanation, because he knew none was wanted.
Mary didn’t say anything, just looked at her menu. She’d know it was coming, had seen the signs. Marshall-in all the years she’d known him-had never been in a relationship as serious as the one he was in now. She ordered a sandwich and fries when the waitress came, not really hungry, but not wanting to say so. Not wanting Marshall to know that there was something wrong, because she wasn’t sure what was going on with herself.
They ate in relative silence, and when the bill had been paid and they were on their way back to the Sunshine Building she tried to talk to him like she normally would. But it didn’t feel right; the conversation seemed forced and flat.
She made excuses to leave work almost as soon as they got back. Marshall didn’t say anything, after all, there was always a witness to look after, someone to go see. But she didn’t go to visit a witness, and she didn’t go home. Instead she drove aimlessly around the city. She didn’t intend to, but she managed to drive by all the places that had meant something to her and Marshall.
Here first apartment in Albuquerque, his old apartment before Abby, restaurants, parks; hotels where they’d stashed witnesses. She pulled up in front of the hospital where Marshall had been taken when he was shot. She had been here too, but Marshall was at the fore front of her mind. He had promised her that he would never leave, she had forced him to promise that, and he hadn’t. But she had pushed him away. Drive him away. She had some many opportunities to have him, to keep him, and she’d not taken them. She started driving attain, through the neighborhood where she’d been shot, past back alleys and business where Mary and been with Marshall, usually with a witness involved, and ended up in front of her house.
Her mother was there, babysitting, and Mary didn’t=’t know what she was going to do. There was a pain in her chest and she could feel tears that were threatening to fall. She went into her house and saw her mother sitting on the couch.
“Mary, you’re home early.” Jinx said as she turned to face her, concern in her voice. “What’s wrong?”
Mary hadn’t planned on telling her mother, not yet, but she couldn’t hold it in. “Marshall’s getting married.” Her voice cracked and the tears that had been threatening to fall started to pour. She didn’t know when Jinx moved, but felt her arms wrapping around her. Mary was shaking, sobs racking her body.
“I didn’t think he would ever…I thought I had more time,” she gasped out.
“Oh, honey.” Jinx said, sympathy in her voice.
Mary just held onto her mother, tears on her face. She’d lost him, and she didn’t even know it until it was too late.
Rating: T
Genre: Angst
Summery: They'd not been back to this dinner since the day Marshall had seen that tan line on her finger.
Authors Note: Spoilers for season 5. This was written for the
15genres1prompt challenge. As a reminder, the prompt is "luck". Sadly, as this is an "angst" fic, it doesn't have a happy ending.
Lost
They hadn’t been back to this dinner since the day Marshall had seen the tan line on Mary’s finger and had given her what had probably been her most awkward and touching hug of her life. She’d not had any interest in coming back; it was a place of shame, a place of distress, where her best friend found out that she’d been keeping one of the biggest secrets in her life from him. So, when Marshal suggested they go out to lunch, and then pulled up in front of that dinner, she knew what was going to happen. There would only be one reason Marshall would bring her back here.
“When did you ask her?” Mary asked after then had been seated. She was looking at her menu, pretending that the conversation they were going to have was something they talked about every day.
“Last night.” He didn’t need to ask what she was talking about.
“I assume she said yes?” Mary didn’t know why, but it hurt, thinking that Marshall was going to be married.
“She did.” His answer was short, no explanation, because he knew none was wanted.
Mary didn’t say anything, just looked at her menu. She’d know it was coming, had seen the signs. Marshall-in all the years she’d known him-had never been in a relationship as serious as the one he was in now. She ordered a sandwich and fries when the waitress came, not really hungry, but not wanting to say so. Not wanting Marshall to know that there was something wrong, because she wasn’t sure what was going on with herself.
They ate in relative silence, and when the bill had been paid and they were on their way back to the Sunshine Building she tried to talk to him like she normally would. But it didn’t feel right; the conversation seemed forced and flat.
She made excuses to leave work almost as soon as they got back. Marshall didn’t say anything, after all, there was always a witness to look after, someone to go see. But she didn’t go to visit a witness, and she didn’t go home. Instead she drove aimlessly around the city. She didn’t intend to, but she managed to drive by all the places that had meant something to her and Marshall.
Here first apartment in Albuquerque, his old apartment before Abby, restaurants, parks; hotels where they’d stashed witnesses. She pulled up in front of the hospital where Marshall had been taken when he was shot. She had been here too, but Marshall was at the fore front of her mind. He had promised her that he would never leave, she had forced him to promise that, and he hadn’t. But she had pushed him away. Drive him away. She had some many opportunities to have him, to keep him, and she’d not taken them. She started driving attain, through the neighborhood where she’d been shot, past back alleys and business where Mary and been with Marshall, usually with a witness involved, and ended up in front of her house.
Her mother was there, babysitting, and Mary didn’t=’t know what she was going to do. There was a pain in her chest and she could feel tears that were threatening to fall. She went into her house and saw her mother sitting on the couch.
“Mary, you’re home early.” Jinx said as she turned to face her, concern in her voice. “What’s wrong?”
Mary hadn’t planned on telling her mother, not yet, but she couldn’t hold it in. “Marshall’s getting married.” Her voice cracked and the tears that had been threatening to fall started to pour. She didn’t know when Jinx moved, but felt her arms wrapping around her. Mary was shaking, sobs racking her body.
“I didn’t think he would ever…I thought I had more time,” she gasped out.
“Oh, honey.” Jinx said, sympathy in her voice.
Mary just held onto her mother, tears on her face. She’d lost him, and she didn’t even know it until it was too late.