This is a very small, very sad oneshot to kind of ease me back into the IPS game. Major character death ahead, and the song mentioned at the end is Lee Brice's I Drive Your Truck. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

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"Marshall…"

Tears stung Mary Shannon's eyes as her surroundings blurred past her. Her foot put more and more pressure on the gas, sending her careening through the empty field she had found down an old dirt road. It seemed she spent most of her time these days in an empty field, alone with her thoughts and demons.

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter. The radio was blasting a country song. She couldn't stand country music, but she never changed the station. She just couldn't bring herself to. In the floorboard in front of the passenger seat, there was a pair of dirty cowboy boots, and a matching hat rested in the seat.

It wasn't fair.

A tear slid down her cheek and she angrily brushed it away. There was no time for tears, for grief. Marshall wouldn't want her to wallow in her loss.

But why did he have to leave her?

Suddenly she slammed on the breaks and rested her head on the steering wheel. More tears rolled down her heated cheeks. Three months had gone by since she buried Marshall, and the pain was still just as fresh, just as raw as it had been the day he was put in the ground. The loss of her best friend and partner was only compounded by the news she had only just learned hours before she got into the truck and began to drive. Marshall had named her executor of his estate in the event of his death, something that totally sideswiped her. They trusted each other because they were partners; they put their lives in each other's hands every day. They cared about each other because they were friends, and they were there for each other because…

A low sob escaped her throat. It was his truck she was driving. Along with a few small things from his apartment, she had claimed his truck for her own. The rest of his things were given to his family. She didn't need much.

Her hand drifted over her stomach, where a small bulge was just beginning to make itself known. Of course she hadn't taken more.

She would have his child to remind her of him for the rest of her life.

I drive your truck

I roll every window down and I burn up

Every back road in this town

I find a field, I tear it up

Til all the pain's a cloud of dust

Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck