A Mary Sue Story
Before The Blackout Mary Sue worked in a lab and in her free time watched Netflix. Five years after The Blackout Mary Sue ran a distillery and occasionally slept with General Miles Matheson; sometimes, she was glad the power went out.
- Author's Note: I don't own the characters or Revolution; I'm just playing with them for a bit for fun, not profit. T for some light sexiness, likely to go up to M at some point.
The night of The Blackout
On the night of The Blackout, Mary Sue was streaming some old Star Trek: The Next Generation episodes from Netflix. The power went out in the middle of a Guinan Epiphany Speech. Mary Sue cursed her flaky Internet connection, got up from her Ikea couch, and went restart the router when she realized that the power was out. She lifted her thick blackout curtains and saw the whole street was dark. Good, at least I don't have to go downstairs and fiddle with the transformer box, thought Mary Sue. The wiring in her apartment was at least 50 years old and less than fun to deal with. She was also glad the weather had started to cool down a bit; it wouldn't be stifling without the AC. When the power went out a few months ago because of a thunderstorm, it was impossible to sleep in the 90-degree heat.
Mary Sue spent a few seconds worrying about work. If the lab had lost power, the past eighteen months of her work would go down the drain overnight. But, she reassured herself, that part of the city had fewer exposed power-lines, and the university had backup generators anyway.
Mary Sue padded to her dark bedroom and grabbed her new Kindle. She flopped bonelessly on to her bed and pushed the power button on the bottom of the Kindle. The screen didn't change from the ad-de-jour. Hmmm I guess the battery doesn't last as long as they say it does, she thought, setting it back down on the bedside table. She decided that an early night wouldn't be a bad idea; she had a lot of data to analyze tomorrow. She took off her glasses and checked to make sure her cellphone was on the bedside table, just in case something did go wrong at work.
Mary Sue sighed and wiggled under her blue beech sheets, settling in for a peaceful night's rest; one of the last she would have in a long time.
Five years after The Blackout
Mary Sue sighed and wiggled closer to Miles' warm sleeping form, settling in for a peaceful night's rest; one of the first she had had in a long time.
Mary Sue was in a large feather bed, in Miles' third floor bedroom in Independence Hall. Her cheek was nestled against his warm, powerful chest, and her feet warm against his calves, feeling safe and secure; sated. Miles was sprawled out on his back, one arm under her neck, hand resting on her waist. She was clad only in one of his well-worn and comfortable black t-shirts. It, and he, smelled of sweat, leather, horse, and gunpowder. Mary Sue found she rather liked the sulfur-y combination, especially in conjunction with the ripped, skillful man. Miles had just returned from leading an operation to destroy the army from New Jersey, and Mary Sue hoped he'd stay in town for a while. Work was fine – she ran a distillery in Philadelphia – but life was better when Miles was in town.
Mary Sue's last thought before she nodded off was I wonder if I can convince Miles to share a bath with me tomorrow, before I have to leave for work? He needed one, and she would enjoy giving him one. The thought of running a soapy washcloth down his chiseled abs, washing his gravity-defying hair, and having him shampoo hers… it was enough to thoroughly distract Mary Sue. She fell asleep thinking happy thoughts.
- Author's Note: I don't know if there will be any interest in this story; it is a Mary Sue fic, if you want me to post any more, you'll just have to review.