This is a song fic about how Mary feels about life and Marshall. The song is home by Daughtry.

Please note that i do not own the song nor the show In Plain Sight.
Okay just a couple things if the word is in bold it means that its the song.

If its in italics its a thought. Please review and let me know what i can do to make my writing better
.I am still new at this so i give me what u got and i will improve with your guys help. thanks :)

Home

Mary grabs a cup of coffee and heads out into the porch of her house. Mary takes a deep breath and glances out onto the street with the aura of loneliness surrounding her. She can't understand when all of this happened. Brandi was out on her own. She was engaged to Peter and having her own job. She finally got her life on track. Her mother not to be out done as finally got something done about herself.

She has her own job and place. She finally quite her drinking. She was making the effort to mother that she should have always already been, but i guess being late is better than nothing at all.
Her family's life's were on right on track, and finally she was not expected to be in the middle refereeing for either side.

Mary exhales very slowly; however, if she was to be completely honest with herself. She felt as she was not needed. Hell even Marshall was seeing someone right now. She felt so lonely. She could still count on Marshall being there for her...it just didn't feel the same. She was used to having him at her beck and call.

The pain of her loneliness was slowly getting to her and overwhelming her. The only place that seems to make the pain go away for her is... when she is with Marshall. A small smile tugs at her lips, when she starts thinking of Marshall. Marshall had the ability to heal her wounds, keep her safe, had endless knowledge of her. He was simply put, her best friend. He alone knew when to push, and when to back off. His endless chatter could put her sleep, relax her, or just plain annoy her. When She is with him, her pain became a different kind of pain. The knowledge of her missing her chance with the only person she can truly count on, this was the new kind of pain.

I'm staring out into the night,

Trying to hide the pain.

I'm going to the place where love

And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.

And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

Mary felt the only place she felt like herself is when she is with Marshall. The responsibility, the pain, the frustration that she feels when having to deal with her family. That makes it really hard for it to feel like home. Home is where you are supposed to feel safe, and that the people care for you. Its not suppose to feel like a dark hole where it just takes and takes from you. Where the people only want more, and attack you for what you are not able to give them.

She wishes that she knew back then, what she knows now. Marshall was all that she would ever want or need. That he alone could make all the pain go away or just make it numb. He could clear away the dark clouds, and bring out the sun to shine. Mary gives a short chuckle. Its not like she was going to tell him any of this. She didn't want him getting any ideas that she got soft on him or anything corny like that.

Mary walks towards the t.v to see if anything was worth watching was on. The only thing worth watching was Mr and Mrs Smith. It would be an okay distraction. Though Mary's thoughts would not be over come that easily. Its not like she regretted her life, she just wanted a little more out of it. She was just getting tired of the simplicity of her life. Her day to day life was getting old and boring. She wanted someone she didn't have to lie to, someone she could just enjoy life with, she wanted to go to someone, and for it to feel like home.

Well I'm going home,

Back to the place where I belong,

And where your love has always been enough for me.

I'm not running from.

No, I think you got me all wrong.

I don't regret this life I chose for me.

But these places and these faces are getting old,

So I'm going home.

Well I'm going home.

The t.v started to flicker, the images were all fuzzy and the sound was going in and out. While she was lost in her own thoughts, a storm had unleashed its self causing the dish reception to wavier. Mary getting frustrated gets up and starts to hit the t.v. She only accomplish it to going out completely. This storm was soo not helping her mood tonight. Mary heads towards the kitchen to put away her mug of coffee in the sink. The lights start to flicker and then her electricity finally went out.

"You got to be kidding. What other things are going to go to shit tonight." Mary was slowly starting to get very aggravated with the whole situation. First it was her mood, her thoughts, and now the whole damn world was pissing her off. Mary heads to her bedroom to get her flashlight and get some candles to light. She just lit the last of the 5 candles in her living room, when she heard a loud bang out side her house. It had sounded like it was coming from the front of the house. Mary slowly reaches for her gun, that she has hidden in the right hand side drawer in her desk in the living room, and heads for the front door.

Before she can reach the door, she hears more banging. It sounded like someone was trying to beat down her door. She could hear someone holler something, but due to the storm she could not understand them or make out who it was. "What insane moron would come out to my house in this horrible storm" Mary slowly mutters to herself. "This had better be pretty damn important; because, if not i am going to shoot their knees out due to the mood that i am in."

Mary pulls open the door, and there was her cowboy. He was standing there is all of his glory right down to his cowboy boots, that god awful belt, and his soaked shirt, and his hair glued to his head, and best of all his cocky smirk on his face. Marshall just chuckles "Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to let me in" Mary laughs and brushes his comment off "You wish cowboy, come on in before you freeze to death."

The miles are getting longer, it seems,

The closer I get to you.

I've not always been the best man or friend for you.

But your love remains true.

And I don't know why.

You always seem to give me another try.

Mary closes the door behind Marshall. "So why are you here Marshall. I mean after all, you came all the way here in this awful storm. Did something"...Marshall raises his hand to cut off Mary at the start of her rant. "I came all the way here, because, you seem to be a little off and depressed earlier at the office. And nothing happened today, our witness are quite for the time being." Mary looked a little stunned, but she shouldn't be Marshall has always been able to read her like an open book.

"Marshall you didn't have to come out all this way. You could have just called. I mean it would have been easier dork, and I am fine." Marshall shot her a look that said it all; he didn't believe a word she just said. "Mary, you been like this for a couple weeks. I have figure you would have came to me in time, but...Hell Mary, this has gone on long enough. You have been moping around the office. You barely go out anymore. Damn it, we are all worried about you." Marshall slowly runs his fingers through is still wet hair. Mary just growls "Marshall i told you, i am fine and there is nothing to talk about." Marshall just sighs. "Come on Mare, You are my best friend. You know you can talk to me about anything. I am here for you."

Mary takes a deep breath to calm herself; after all, he is just trying to help. "I know you are Marshall", but how can i tell you that my problem is that you are no longer with me. That i want you and you are with another. Marshall slowly stands up. "Mare you know if you ever need to talk, i will be here for you no matter what."
Mary gives a small smile "Yeah i know Marshall." Marshall looks like he wants to say something else, but instead he just heads for the door to leave. Mary, please i don't want to leave like this just talk to me. Just let me stay.

Marshall reaches the door knob and he hesitates just before he turns the knob and slowly pulls open the door. Mary's heart called to him. Marshall don't go please i want...no i need you here with me. Marshall don't leave me. Please don't abandoned me like the rest of my family. Please stay. Marshall takes one step outside the door.

...To Be Continued

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