Title: When Marshall met Mary
Rating: PG for now.
Pairings/Characters: Marshall/Mary
Summary: AU ways of how they could have met.
Spoilers: none
AN: AU. If there are more chapters, they may or may not be a continuation of the prior chapter(s). Just borrowing the characters for my own amusement. Unbetad.
He stared blankly out the window, dried tear tracks on his face as he addled mind idly wondered how he got to this place. Its so cold and dreary. A life-sucking void. All he recalled was a smiling woman looking down at him before she gathering him tightly in her arms, whispering words of love. The next part in his memory is a chaotic mash full of bright colors, screeching sounds, and he could have sworn he was flying.
Only to wake up to pain and into utter confusion. Not a familiar face in sight. Where was that woman who told him to be brave for her? Why wasn't she here? Why can't he remember? Why was no one there when he woke up? Why? WHY?
"Why are you crying?" a small voice asked him.
He is pulled away from the void that occupied his mind and looked around to see a blonde haired girl holding a stuffed bear in front of him.
"I'm crying?" he asked her as he listlessly touched his fingers to his face. He is surprised to feel wetness on his face.
"Yes," the girl replied a bit impatiently.
He slowly blinked as his mind finally focused completely on her, "I don't know why I'm crying. I can't remember but it feels like I lost omeone very important."
"Oh," the girl replied as she sat down next to him, "Can I sit here with you? Daddy said that I get have a little sister today but only if I sit quietly and don't bother the nurses."
"Okay," the boy whispered softly as he finally met eyes. Green, he absently noted.
She tilted her head slight as she looked at him before holding out her stuffed bear to him, "This is Biscuit. Do you want to hold him? He protects me from the monsters and always makes me feel better. Maybe he'll make you feel better, too."
The boy hesitantly took the bear from her and just hugged the bear tightly.
"My name's Mary. What's yours?"