Title: Abyss

Rating: T

Summary: If you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into for the Finale Fix Fic Challenge.

Pairings/Characters: Mary/Marshall

Spoilers: Through the end of Season 4

Author's Notes: This is only chapter one out of ?


And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

- Friedrich Nietzsche


She dreamed of sunshine, a pair of smiling blue eyes and pie.

The dream was so vivid. She could almost taste the buttery goodness of the pie crust and feel the warmth of the sunlight shining down on her. It vaguely bothered her that she couldn't remember the name that went with those familiar blue eyes. Her mouth curved into a smile as her subconscious immediately associated it with love and safety.

She could hear a voice whispering to her, "I celebrate myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you."

Her mind supplied that the voice belonged to the blue eyes, but she just wasn't ready to leave the warmth of her dream. She mentally willed the warmth back into her dream even as she kept an ear out for the voice. His voice.


The dream lazily faded to grey as her senses slowly made her aware of the voice faintly calling, "Mary? It's time to wake up now. I really need you to wake up now."

Another voice interrupted, "Mr. Miller? I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over."

It was the click of a door closing that roused her to full consciousness. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking blearily. She scanned the room seeking the smiling blue eyes, only to see that she was alone. A feeling of loss filled her as her hand absently settled on her stomach. She let out a groan as the light made her eyes ache, before she let them drift shut again. Her shift from coma to a natural deep sleep went unnoticed by the hospital staff.


Her fingers twitched as she felt lips pressing a light kiss against her brow.

"Where were we? Oh yeah. Here we go," his voice murmured "A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag."

It took her a few minutes to register that those soft lips pressed against her skin has been real and that it was his voice she was hearing. Her eyelids had never felt so heavy but her desire to see his eyes was stronger.

She saw him lounging in a chair next to her bed, his feet propped up next to hers, reading from a book, "Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul."

Her eyes softened as her mind supplied his name. She moistened her lips before her mouth formed his name, "Doofus."