Ok some of you will be confused. If you haven't noticed yet, I changed the end of chapter 3. I would read that first or some parts of this will not make sense. M/M lovers will not be pleased. But there will be M/M fluff in this story. Anyway I want to change my username. Any ideas?

Chapter 4

Mary's POV

"Daddy?" I exclaimed. I am pretty sure this was my father, but something wasn't right. I brushed it off and enjoyed the moment.

"Mary honey, how are you feeling?" my father asked me. I just shook my head and asked him, "Are you okay? What are you doing here? You're wanted by the FBi!" I was getting angry.

He looked confused for a moment. His eyes were wide, like he was seeing something amazing for the first time.

"What are you talking about Mary? I am not wanted by the FBI!" What the hell? What is he talking about? His eyes were still wide.

I just noticed his eye color. It was chocolate brown. He was supposed to have green eyes, exactly like mine. I brushed that off too, and just though there's nothing to worry about. He's old. His eyes could get darker.

Marshall was staring at my father. I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was. He caught my eyes and I just shook my head. This was my father. It had to be.

Like he actually heard what I was thinking, he just half smiled and nodded. But he looked hesitant.

Don't get me wrong, I do love Marshall, but sometimes he's a pain in the ass. Yes, I just said I love Marshall. He's my best friend and has been here for me when my family hasn't. How could I not love him?

My father talked to me for a long time. He made mistakes of what he recalled happened together. He said he was forced to leave us, two days after my 7th birthday. Marshall most definitely caught that mistake.

I hadn't noticed he was standing in the doorway. He left about an hour or two ago to change his clothes and take a shower. He hadn't had a change of clothes in awhile.

Our eyes connected. My 'father' looked around nervously. I have been feeling better, and not as sore, so Stan gave me back my glock. The hospital was also letting me wear my own clothes, but not too tight.

I grabbed my gun, stood up and pointed it at the man. Marshall walked over slowly, with his glock also drawn.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here, posing as my father?" I asked the man. Marshall kept his gun drawn, but mine wasn't. I was putting it back on the table and taking out my cell phone.

"Stan, it's Mary. There's a man in my room. He's posing as my father." I listened to his response. "No Stan, he's NOT my father! Didn't you hear me say 'Posing as my father'? God just sent Bobby D over here. I'll check his ID!" I practically screamed.

I went and padded the man down and found his wallet. His name was John Williams Simmons. Figures. Same initials. I also found a syringe with something in it. Damn druggie.

"Answer the lady's question." Marshall said slowly. John gave in.

"Ok you know my name is John Williams Simmons. I was sent here by some friends. To kill you. And Marshall. And your baby." The man said and smiled wickedly. That was what the syringe was for.

"Sir, come here." Said a voice form the doorway. I looked and saw Bobby D, taking out a pair of handcuffs.

Marshall let his gun down and put it back in his holster. He walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Come on," he said quietly. "sit down. You've had your fill of adrenaline today. I'll go get you something to eat." He walked to the door but stopped when I called him back.

"Marshall, take this to the lab will ya? It was in his pocket. I don't want to take the chance of sticking myself with it."

I gave him the syringe and he gave me back a small smile. I figured he wouldn't be back for a while, so I decided to take a nap.

I was sitting in a beach chair, watching the ocean, the day shift from morning, to afternoon, to twilight before my eyes. I saw a figure walking on the water.i got up out of my beach chair and walked towards it.

What I saw when I got there wasn't Jesus, as I had figured. It was Marshall. He looked godly handsome. Hair wet and spikey. Clothing swaying in the wind. Beautiful.

The next thing I know, I am walking with him, further into the ocean, hand in hand. He turned to me and said, "What were you going to tell me Mary?"

I woke up with a start. Marshall was sitting next to my bed, talking to himself. Or probably me. He kept repeating "What were you going to tell me Mary? Before your father interrupted you?"

I turned to him and said, though with some difficulty, "Marshall. I was going to say I…I…love you. You've been here through everything and I couldn't live without you. I just couldn't."

I didn't know what else to say. Marshall however seemed to have a lot of questions. He looked confused, happy, and so many other emotions.

"Wow" Was all he could say.

Ok I am sorry but my mother is making me go to bed. I have school tomorrow. And gym. Ugh I hate gym. We have to do a sit-up and push up test. Wish me luck. My arms are not very strong. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. UUUGGGHHH!