A/N: This is my first foray into 'In Plain Sight' territory. This first chapter is a bit angst-y and raises a lot of questions, but I will warn you all. I write fantasy fics. It's just a thing of mine. I write better when I can have a little leeway on how stuff happens. Thus, fantasy. It also a clear Mary/Marshall flick. Mainly because while Raph is kind and sexy, Marshall is super sweet and deserves a little reward after what happened in the second season finale. Which, of course, is when this is set.
The Right Direction
Chapter 1
Mary was lost. Drowning and falling and dying and it wasn't fair. It wasn't freaking fair.
Marshall was gone. Just… vanished. She'd been shot and he'd been in there patiently waiting for her to wake up and then… nothing. The others told her he'd been in her room the last time they saw him. The hallway cameras showed him entering, but he never left. Yet he was gone. And it wasn't fair.
Mary very nearly gave up. The second she realized he was missing, she had practically ordered Stan to find him. When he'd had no luck, she'd snuck a laptop into her hospital room and started the search herself. Her family had come and gone throughout her treatment and still she searched.
After a month of dealing with her obsessive behavior, Raph left. It hurt, true, but not anymore than she'd already been hurt. It was a mere pinprick in an already gaping hole. Truthfully, she wasn't even surprised. She knew she'd been on a short fuse since he- Marshall- had disappeared. It just seemed even harder than usual to care what others felt or thought. Marshall had truly been her keeper and without him there… the exotic animal was unapproachable.
It wasn't like things were so great before she'd gotten shot. Raph was being annoying about the whole WITSEC thing and his constant need to know where she was and what she was doing was getting exasperating. It took a while, but she realized that their relationship had lacked two very important things: trust and the forever kind of love.
That kind of love was rare. So rare that she couldn't even see it when it was right in front of her. And why she hadn't admitted it to him when she had the chance would always haunt her. Why was it that you never realized what you had until it was gone?
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A/N: So tell me if I'm moving in the right direction. I've already written the rest of this flick and it's not too long, but tell me if you think what I'm doing is interesting.