Okay, so this is my 100th fic! Woo! So I've decided to try and do something different. I thought I would do a series of standalone fics and ask any of my readers to send me prompts for each story. Since it was JMS529 birthday this week, I asked her if she could give me the first prompt. If you would like to send me one then please get in touch (DM, review or my twitter link is on my profile). Please let me know what you think!

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Prompt: Mark: What do you mean Norah isn't mine? Mary: Marshall, I can explain.

Two Generations

"It's my place to do this…" Mark argued as he followed Mary from the bar towards the elevators. "It's my right…"

Mary rolled her eyes, hitting the call button before turning to face him. "You're right? Get real, Mark!"

"I'm the father…"

"You're kidding me?" Mary glared at him slightly. "You don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

"That Norah isn't yours…" She stated, folding her arms.

Mark frowned in confusion. "What do you mean, Norah isn't mine?"

Mary sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "You weren't around, Mark…She learnt a long time ago that she didn't need you and she moved on…You might have the same eyes and the same blood but she's not yours…Not anymore."

"She's my daughter." He insisted.

"She made her choice." Mary stated. "For once, put her first and do as she wishes."

"Are you sure it's her choice?" He questioned coolly. "Are you sure your husband hasn't been putting ideas in her head?"

"How dare you…"

"Come on, Mary…You know he's always been in between what was rightly mine." Mark claimed. "He stole my family…"

"Let's get one thing straight…I was never yours." Mary cut in, taking a step closer to ignoring the sound of the elevator opening behind her. "And Norah stopping being yours when you ran off to the other side of the country and forgot all about her for 15 years."

"Just what Marshall was waiting for…" He rolled his eyes. "Waiting for me to fail so he could swoop in and play the hero…"

Mary couldn't stop herself from reaching out and slapping him across the face. "You're pathetic, you know that? Marshall was there for, every day you wasn't!"

"Mary…" Mark reached a hand out to her as she walked towards the elevator but she pushed him away.

"She wanted you to be here today…" Mary told him just as the doors were closing. "Be thankful for that."

Once she reached the right floor, Mary walked down the corridor towards their hotel room, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down.

She swiped her key card and opened the door to see her husband pacing around the lounge of the experience hotel suite they everyone insisted they would need.

"Hey…" Mary closed the door and watched him for a few seconds. "You're going to make yourself dizzy, you know?"

He stopped suddenly and looked her. "What?"

"Would you relax…You're going to give yourself a heart attack."

"I just want everything to go okay." He said. "Is everything ready downstairs?"

"Yep, it's good to go." She nodded, moving over the couch and dropping down.

"Okay, great…" He mumbled to himself as he begun pacing again.

They both looked towards the door when they heard another key card and Brandi stepped in.

"I just saw Mark…He said you hit him."

Marshall spun around to look at his wife.

"Marshall, I can explain." She got to her feet.

"You hit, Mark?" He stared at her. "Mare, come on…You know how important today is…"

"He was being a tool!" She said defensively. "He deserved it!"

"Mary." He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Forget about it." She told him and then turned to her sister. "Is he still bitching?"

"He's sulking but I think he'll behave now." She laughed lightly and crossed the room, heading for the bedroom.

"Stop looking at me like that." Mary said to Marshall even though she wasn't facing him.

"I just don't want anything to spoil today and Norah wanted Mark here…"

"He was spoiling it with his whining." She insisted as she turned. "He missed out on so much…Birthdays, Christmases, first days at school, her prom, her first boyfriend…Everything that matters….he doesn't get to come here today and start dictating his rights…"

Marshall reached out and put his hands on her shoulders. "You're right, I'm sorry."

"She's not his to give away." She claimed, quietly as he pulled her into his arms. "He's not her Dad."

"Mom?" Norah stepped into the room. "Aunt Brandi said Mark has been causing trouble…"

They turned to look at her but both were stunned silent.

"Mom?" She frowned, looking between the two of them in concern.

Mary shook her head slightly. "Don't worry, everything is sorted…"

"Really?" She asked.

"Yeah, Bug…its fine." She said softly. "You look beautiful."

The frowned disappeared and was replaced with a smile before she looked towards Marshall. "Daddy? Do I look okay?"

"You look stunning…" Marshall choked a little as he spoke.

"Oh god, do not start crying." Mary rolled her eyes.

He shot her a look before walking over to Norah and kissed her forehead. "You look like a princess."

"Really?" She beamed at her him as she ran her hands over her elegant, strapless, white dress.

"Of course you do…" Kayleigh, her cousin stated as she exited the bedroom wearing her bridesmaid dress with Brandi behind her. "I spent almost three hours on your hair and makeup."

Marshall thought Norah looked even more beautiful by only having a little makeup and with her pulled up into a simple bun with a few strands loosely framing her face.

"You did a great job, Kay." Marshall told his niece. "And you look beautiful too."

Kayleigh leaned away before he could kiss her cheek. "I love you and all, Uncle Marshall but don't mess up my make up."

Marshall chuckled and held up his hands as he stepped back. "I wouldn't dream of it…"

"So, Norah, are you ready?" Mary asked her.

Norah took a deep breath and nodded. "Where Sienna?"

"She's waiting for you downstairs with Rhys." Mary told her, knowing her youngest daughter was greeting guests with their son.

"Okay, well I guess we should get this show on the road…." Norah looked at Marshall. "You ready, Daddy?"

"No."

"No?" She frowned.

"Marshall…" Mary started warningly.

"Okay, fine…" He sighed. "If we have to…Lets do this."

Mary rolled her eyes. "We'll go down and give you two a moment."

"Don't make her cry." Kayleigh pointed at Marshall as she walked past him.

Marshall waited until the door closed behind them both taking Norah's hand. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Daddy…"

"We could sneak out...Go to the movies or something like we used when you were little." Marshall suggested.

"Daddy, I can't…"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm getting married today." She laughed.

"You really set your heart on doing that?"

"Yeah, Daddy…" She nodded. "I love him."

Marshall sighed in defeat. "Where did my little girl go?"

"I'm 26…. I grew up." She reminded me.

"Too fast." He whispered.

"Come on, Daddy…It's meant to be a happy day." She squeezed his hand.

"I know, I'm sorry." He managed a smile. "I do like Harry… It's just hard letting another man become the most important guy in your life."

"You'll always be my Daddy, though…" She assured him. "Always be my superhero…Nothing is ever going to change that."

He leaned forward to kiss the top of her head and hugged her gently, being careful not to wrinkle her dress or messed up her hair.

"I love you, Daddy…" She whispered, wrapping her arms around him and laying her head on his chest. "Thank you for everything you have done for me."

Marshall pulled back a little to look down her. "You don't need to thank me…Believe me, I have loved every minute of it."

Norah took a shaky breath, trying to get her emotions under control. "We better get down there before Mom comes and drags us out…"

"Just one more minute…" Marshall said, reaching into his pocket and pulled out a rectangle jewelry box. "I want you to have this…"

Norah gasped when he opened it and she saw a beautiful gold bracelet.

"It was my grandmothers…" He started to tell her as he took it out and unclasped it.

"It's too much…" Norah claimed. "You should give it to Mom or Sienna…"

"Oh, like your mother would wear this…It's too girl." He rolled his eyes and took her arm gently. "And I want to give it to my eldest daughter…"

"I love it." She whispered, fingering it gently once he had secured around her wrist.

"It looks perfect." He told her, squeezing her hand again. "Now, are you ready?"

She nodded, not trusting her voice to speak. He smiled and offered her arm to her.

The closer they got to the hotel garden where the ceremony was being held, the tighter Norah's grip got on Marshall's arm but as soon as they started down the aisle and Harry turned to face them, Marshall realized her hold loosen and a big smile appeared on her face.

When they got to end, Harry stepped closer to them and held a hand out to Marshall. Marshall gripped it tighter then he needed to but was impressed when Harry didn't react.

"I promise to take care of her." He assured him.

"You better…" Marshall glanced at Norah once more before back to him. "I still have my gun…"

"Daddy!" Norah hit his arm but was laughing.

Harry swallowed nervously. "I give you my word, sir."

Marshall gave a single nodded before putting Norah's hand into Harry then stepped back to join Mary in the front row.

"It's not too late, you know…" Mary whispered. "You grab her and I'll make a distraction while you run."

Marshall smiled and picked up her hand, kissing it softly. "No, looking at her…look at how happy she is."

Mary sighed. "I guess, you're right."

Marshall's eyes moved from Norah and Harry to Rhys, who was stood with Harry's groomsmen then to the bridesmaids, his daughter, niece and Rhys' wife, Katie. It suddenly hit him how grown up his children were.

Norah had gone to New Mexico State University and had trained to become a teacher. She was now teaching kindergarten at the same school she and her siblings had gone to. Harry was also a teacher there and they seemed perfect for each other.

Rhys was two years younger than Norah and had met Katie at college. They got married right after they graduated and he had followed his parents' footsteps and joined the Marshal Service; although Marshall wished his son would have found a safer career, he couldn't help but feel incredibly proud of him.

Sienna was the only one of them to leave New Mexico to go away for college. She had just turned 19 and was in her first year at Harvard, unsure exactly what she wanted to do but was considering something in politics. She had always found school easy; getting straight A's without much studying. She was one of the popular girls at school; she seemed to be good at everything she tried and was like by everyone. Marshall knew that it sometimes annoyed Norah that it all came so easy to Sienna, who just took everything in her stride with a shrug but Marshall knew that the older girl was one of the people Sienna admired most…So much that she considered a teaching career just so she could be like her big sister.

He sighed quietly, there was still days when he couldn't quite believe everything had worked out between Mary and him and that they had three beautiful children but he was struggling getting used to the idea that they were all grown up, leading their own lives with their own families.

XxXxX

Marshall was sat watching the wedding reception in full swing. Norah seemed to be having the time of her life and Harry had barely left her side all night. Mary was stood talking with Brandi and Kayleigh but Marshall knew she was only on the other side of the room to keep an eye on Mark, who had calmed down once he found the bar and a waitress who seemed to be on one long break. Sienna was laughing and joking with a group of people Marshall didn't know but that didn't surprise him, she could make friends with anyone. The only issue he did have was with the 'boy' that had his arm around her waist. He had always been protective of his daughters but tried his hardest not to interfere with their relationships and luckily they had made good choice…but he did not approve of Clint, who had made his daughter cry one too many times.

"Hey, Daddy-O…" Rhys greeted as he dropped down next to him. "What ya doing?"

"Wondering if I still have any favor in the Marshal Service to shoot Clint and get away with it." He replied, taking a sip of beer, his eyes still on the couple. "Your mother will kill me if get sent to jail and she has to spend her retirement alone."

"Not at Norah's wedding, Dad…" Rhys rolled his eyes. "But give me a call tomorrow…We'll plot something."

Marshall laughed slightly and turned to look at him. "What are you doing over here anyway? You should be whisking your wife off her feet and dancing with her all night."

"I will do but I just wanted to check on you."

"Check on me?" He frowned a little. "I'm fine…"

"Yeah right." He scoffed. "You got the same look on your face when Sienna moved to Boston."

"Rhys, trust me…I'm okay." Marshall assured him, smiling a little when he saw Norah and Harry were now slow dancing. "I mean, as hard as it is to let you all go, I am so proud of all of you and know you're going to do great things…You just don't need me as much as before…"

"Dad, come on…." He started but stopped when he felt two arms wrapped around his legs.

"Dada, dada…"

"Hey, angel…"

Marshall smiled as he watched his son scoop up his 15 months old granddaughter, Amelia.

As soon as Rhys placed her on his lap, she turned and stretched her arms out towards Marshall.

"Papa…" She fell forwards, knowing she would be caught.

"Wow, where you going?" Marshall pulled her into his arms, laughing when she giggled.

"Papa dan..dan…" She pointed to the dance floor.

"Yeah, Papa…go dance." Rhys told him.

Marshall sent a small grateful smile before standing up, holding Amelia closely to him.

"Dan…Dan…" She grinned at him excitedly as he carried to the dance floor.

"Okay, angel…" Marshall placed her down so she was standing on his feet and held her hands tightly before taking a few steps causing to laugh loudly.

After a few minutes, he felt her hands starting to slip out of his and managed to catch hold of her before she fell. He swung her up into his arms and began swaying to the music again, seeing that Sienna and Clint had now joined in on the dancing.

"Can you make me a promise, Ammy?" Marshall asked her and the little girl nodded because she was always said yes to whatever her Papa asked. "Promise me, you will never grow up and leave me for a guy?"

Amelia just grinned and nodded as if she understood what he had just said. He smiled back and kissed her forehead. "That's my girl…"

Amelia yawned and rubbed her eyes before letting out a little sigh.

"You tired? It has been a pretty long day, huh?" Marshall said softly, running a hand up her back and into her blond curly hair to lay her head on his shoulder. He kept swaying to the music but slower and hummed along.

"Hey, can I join you guys?"

He turned a little and smiled at his wife. "Of course."

Amelia reached an arm out to Mary but didn't lift her head nor took her thumb out of her mouth.

"She'll be asleep in a minute." Mary commented, letting Amelia grab hold of her fingers as Marshall put an arm around her and pulled her close to his side, forcing her to sway with him.

"You're a sleepy girl, aren't you…?" He rested his cheek on the top of his granddaughter's head.

"Papa…."

"Shhh, I'm here."

"You okay?" Mary looked up at him.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?"

"You gave away your eldest daughter, today…"

"I'm trying to see it more as I let her go to do what makes her happy."

"Oh, that reminds me… I picked up some information about Europe…Now, I'm not agreeing to everything…"

"Europe?" He cut in confused. "Who's going to Europe?"

"I thought you wanted to…" She looked up at him. "You always said that once you retired you wanted to travel…"

"Yeah but that was before."

"Before what?"

"Before this…Them." He nodded towards their three children who were now stood together, laughing. "I don't know, Mare…I always thought I would be bored when I had to give up work but if we went away, we would miss out on so much….Norah will probably be starting her own family soon... There is no doubt that Rhys will be the best marshal the service has ever had….and Sienna, well she'll probably be President one day so we can't miss that."

"You know, when we first met, I was impressed by you five generation of US marshals." Mary started and Marshall looked down at her, a little bemused to why she was telling him this now. "But you know what? I think, our two generations right here, has them beat."

He grinned and pressed a quick kiss on her lips. "I couldn't agree more."

"So, you're not going to drag me around Europe?"

He shook his head. "Nah, I think we can find something to keep us busy here."

Mary put her head down his free shoulder, smiling a little when she saw Amelia was asleep.

"Oh." She lifted her head to look at him again. "Can I shoot, Clint? That could be a hobby, right?"

He shook his in reply and pulled her head back down to his shoulder. "Don't worry, Rhys and I already have that covered."

The End.

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