I should have posted this yesterday but I was busy doing a ton of other things so you're getting it for Valentine's Day.
Enjoy and review!
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Mercedes pushed open the door and led everyone in. "Are you awake?"
"Nope." Marcy didn't even look at her.
Mercedes frowned. "Stop that!"
"Mommy!" Mally and Mickey ran forward and lifted their arms.
"Hi, babies!" Marcy pinched their cheeks.
They tried to climb in the bed but Mal brushed their hands aside. "Mommy is still sick, guys."
The twins began crying.
"Just put them up here." Marcy patted the space beside her.
"Marce,-" Mal started.
"Why must you fight me on every little thing?"
"Me?!"
"Mal!" Mike snapped.
Mal grumbled before setting the twins on the bed. He muttered something he didn't want his kids repeating.
It made Marcy smile. "Look, I was trippin last night. Thank you for coming up here. Thank you for staying. Sorry for dismissing you like that."
Mercedes hugged her tightly. "You're so forgiven!"
"Get off me…"
Mercedes squeezed her. "No! I forgive you for being so mean!"
"Get off me!"
Mercedes let her go with a pout. "I went too far."
Marcy massaged her temples. "You can go now."
"You're throwing us out after you just finished apologizing for throwing us out?!" Quinn sniped.
"I'm not throwing you out, you fermented cabbage! You have work! Go to work!"
"We can take the day off." Ellen said.
"No. Go to work before you get fired. I'm fine." Marcy patted her hand.
"But-?" Sam protested.
"Beat it!"
"You don't know how to be nice, do you?" Blaine gave off attitude.
"Because you don't listen! I don't want you here!"
Brittany's eyes filled. "Sorry for bugging you."
Marcy sighed. "You're not bugging me. You're not bugging me. I just want to be alone. Besides you can't do anything for me."
"But we can help!"
"Do what? When did any of you graduate from medical school?"
Mike wiped a hand over his face to not laugh. "She's got a point."
"You can stay."
"Yay."
"Him?!" Plenty of them were upset.
"And RT." Marcy added.
Artie was surprised. "Really? Even though I ain't got a degree?"
"You're a little useful."
"You want me to do something for you."
"Yes, I do."
"What is it?"
Marcy was quiet for a moment. "I want you to direct a music video."
"A music video?"
"It's where you have footage of a person set to music."
He gave her a bald look. "I know what a music video is."
She shrugged.
"Why do you want me to direct a music video?"
"You can't figure it out?"
"Why can't you just come out and say you want to sing?"
"Why I gotta say it when you know what I want?!"
"Because."
"We're no longer friends."
He grinned. "What brought this on?"
"I've been thinking."
"And?"
"I have an amazing thought process."
"Girl!"
"I've been doing commercials and there's always music on set. I'm steady dancing and singing and a music video has to be fun."
"It does sound fun!" Mercedes lit up. "I wanna do the video with you!"
"I never said yes." Artie pointed out as Marcy gave Mercedes a chilling look.
"You're going to say yes. I don't know why you're stalling." Marcy gave lip.
"I'm offended by that!"
Marcy stared at him.
He sighed. "Fine. When you wanna do this?"
"How about Saturday?"
"I'm not working."
"Cool. We can rent cameras and get down."
"What song are you trying to do?"
"Haven't decided."
"I'll give you a suggestion if you let me sing with you." Mercedes sang softly.
"Fine." Marcy growled. "I need your studio anyway."
Mercedes squealed. "I accept! Okay! How about Fade Away?"
Marcy's brows lifted. "That's a righteous choice. I've got ideas if we do that."
Mercedes smiled smugly. "I come up with pretty good ideas."
"Let's not get cocky. How are we going to approach it? Remix? Cover? What?"
Mercedes tapped her bottom lip. "Maybe a cover with a twist?"
"Style change or runs?" Marcy smirked.
Mercedes beamed. "Runs!"
Marcy grinned. "Always got to show off those pipes."
Mercedes wiggled her nose against her sister's cheek. Marcy giggled.
"I want to do a music video." Quinn pouted.
"We can do a whole bunch!" Marcy grinned excitedly. "It'll be great! We'll do different groups and it'll help RT gain exposure for his directing talents and it'll be something fun for us to do as a group."
"We can do everything ourselves." Mercedes said. "Hair, makeup, costumes. It'll be amazing."
"I want to do that!" Brittany gushed.
"That sounds like so much fun!" Tina wiggled.
"It does sound great." Blaine nodded. "I'm sure we're all going to take some musical classes and this will be great practice."
Rachel smiled. "I completely need a break from rehearsing."
"I'd totally kick ass at a music video." Puck grinned.
"Puck!" Quinn hit him.
"Kick butt." He rolled his eyes.
Artie stroked his chin. "I like it. Where are we posting these videos?"
"YouTube." Marcy chirped. "We'll upload the video to whoever's in the video's pages."
"Alright, I'm game. But if I need actors for my short films, I don't want no lip."
"Darnit!" She snapped her fingers.
"You lucky you cute."
She beamed. "Alright, we can iron out everything later. Get out."
"You're still kicking us out?!" Sam was incredulous.
"You still have work. What are you going to do? skip work and watch me sleep?"
"I'm not leaving." Karou spoke up.
"Go away." Marcy groaned.
"I can't. I have nowhere to be."
"Fine." Marcy sighed. "You can stay."
"You know we haven't told anyone you were in the hospital." Mercedes commented.
"Who are you going to tell?"
"Our parents. Marc and Laura."
"Please do not. I'm fine."
"Laura would have a heart-attack if we didn't tell her." Quinn's eyes lit up. "Let's not tell her for months!"
Mike laughed.
"Lucy!" Mercedes set her hands on her hips.
Quinn pouted. "It was just a thought."
"We're telling Laura!"
"I do not like you." Marcy remarked.
Mercedes stuck her lip out. "I love you anyway. We'll see you later."
"Uh huh." Marcy laid back.
They began filing out.
"Mal! I gotta tell you something. Mikey, Rou, can you get me more apple juice please?"
Both nodded as they followed everyone else out.
Mal set the twins on the floor. "Follow Mama."
The twins looked at him with pouts.
"Go on. I'll be right there. Then we can go home and make Mommy get well cards."
They brightened and ran after Ellen. "Yay!"
"What?" Mal turned to Marcy.
She waited until the door closed before pulling him forward by his shirt. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his head down to lay a crushing kiss to his lips.
He was stunned for a few seconds but then closed his eyes and responded. He leaned forward, pushing her back and reached for her.
She hissed and he stopped. "Ow!"
"Sorry." He drew back to look at her covered stomach. "Does it hurt much?"
"I'm on some dope ass morphine but you know my drug tolerance."
He gingerly caressed her belly, going gentler when she retracted. "I almost lost you."
She leaned her head against his shoulder. "You're not getting rid of me that easy."
"You better not go anywhere."
"Can you bring me my phone?"
"We're having a moment here and you're asking after your phone?!"
"I need it. To call work and tell Bernie why I didn't show up to the shoot yesterday. I don't know her number by heart so I couldn't call her from the hospital's line."
"I'll get you your phone." He sighed.
She kissed his cheek. "I'll be out soon and we can exercise."
"Exercise?" He was momentarily confused. "How can you think of sex when you're laid up in the hospital?"
"You don't want me?" She widened her eyes and used her baby voice.
He fell for it hook, line and sinker. He kissed her hard. "Of course I do. The day I stop is the day after I've died."
She smiled and kissed him again. "Good answer. Now go take pictures. You can't create a portfolio if there's no material."
M-A-P
"How is she?" Jude asked as soon as Mercedes stepped into the coffeeshop.
"She says she's fine but you know it'd kill her to admit to hurting." Mercedes put her purse away and tied on a green apron.
"At least she's up and talking."
"Yeah. Thank you so much for coming yesterday. She wouldn't admit it but I know it helped her to see your face."
"I'm sure it helped to see yours as well." He put a hand on her shoulder. "She was probably just tired and that's why she wanted us to leave."
"I know. Thinking about it in the light of day, I know she was tired. It was an ordeal."
"How are you and your sister and brothers holding up?"
"We're fine. Worried about her but we're good. We'll probably watch her like a hawk for months."
"She's bound to love that."
"Oh she'll be filled with joy." She giggled.
Sunshine walked over and hugged her. "Jude told us what happened. I'm so sorry about your sister."
"She'll get better." Mercedes was sure. Marcy would push herself.
"That must have been a scary thing to go through though."
"It was. But I don't want to think about it. I just want to think about the future. Namely this music video she wants to do."
"Music video?" Jude questioned.
"Oh yeah. She wants to do it this Saturday but I don't know if she'll be out the hospital by then."
M-A-P
"Mal's going to kill you." Mike said what they all knew.
"Mal's a daddy, not my daddy." Marcy yawned.
"You don't listen to your daddy." Karou said flippantly.
"Shut up!"
Karou grinned but Mike was not amused. "You can't leave the hospital today! You just got out of life saving surgery hours ago!"
Marcy turned away from him. "I don't want to hear this."
"You might not want to but you need to. You need to think about your health."
"I'm behind on everything. What am I supposed to do here?!"
"Rest! Why can't you sit still?!"
She looked away.
He sat in the bed next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Whatever you're afraid of has to be conquered. What if you fall out at home and the twins find you? Do you want what Tana went through to happen to them?"
"No." She replied easily enough.
"Please stay? I'd feel better with you here."
Her eyes shifted although her long curly eyelashes hid them momentarily. "Fine. But I'm leaving Thursday."
Mike had a headache now. He sighed. "We'll fight about that later."
"You still haven't said anything about my idea." She'd brought up creating a dance channel for her, him and Brittany, where they'd come up with routines to songs they liked.
"I don't have anything going on but aren't you really busy?"
"Not really. I'm at home a lot."
"But you're working and chasing behind the twins."
"I'm working from home for the twins but man, has that bitten me in the butt. I finish with my work quickly then I have all day to play with them. I don't have much in common with Marionette so my conversations are limited to Sesame Street episodes."
"Why didn't you tell me? I could have come up. I'm so bored most of the time."
"I'm super bored, too." Karou admitted. "I don't wanna work but I am so bored at home. Makes me wish I had a shopping habit or something."
"Right?! Mercy and Lucy are so lucky!" Marcy groused.
"I'd rather not have a shopping addiction but I know what you mean." Mike crossed his legs at the ankle. "I've done a lot of woodworking since we've been here."
"It never occurred to me to build anything." Marcy blinked.
"We can have a channel." Karou suggested. "We can do all kinds of stuff. Record conversations that we have, complete challenges, sing. Everything."
"There might be an overabundance of us on YouTube then…" Marcy's lips twitched.
"They'll love us." Karou waved that away.
"I wonder if I can post videos of me working." Mike asked himself.
"Of you working out. Girls would love that." Marcy answered anyway.
He blushed.
"You don't notice the looks you get at the gym?"
He shook his head. He was much too shy to even look at another person at the gym.
"Boy, you better recognize! We're all hot! There's a reason we've never had a problem getting laid!"
His blush worsened. "Please stop."
"Nope!" Karou popped up. "You're sexy and you know it!"
He laughed.
M-A-P
Santana walked inside and blinked quickly. She could have sworn she saw Marcy on the ground again.
She shook her head harshly and closed the door behind her. She took off her shoes and placed her bag on the bench by the door.
Sharp sounds echoed throughout the space until it was filled with three dogs, a piglet and a fat cat. The animals looked at her before approaching her carefully.
She looked at them blankly then moved forward. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a soda then to the pantry for a bag of chips before heading to the den.
She plopped on the large sectional and pulled her feet up, reaching for the remote. She turned the TV on and sat back to flip through the channels.
Secret and Sully sat in front of her like they were guarding her from any threat. Cupcake spun around in circles then stopping as if checking if his antics were making her smile. Ecru hopped around, doing the same. Lord Tubbington leapt onto the couch and slithered into her lap.
Santana was touched. She'd never been much of an animal person but they were making her feel better. She relaxed against the couch and leaned on her hand to watch whatever the channel was stuck on.
Before long she'd fallen into a deep sleep, her first since this nightmare began.
M-A-P
"What?" Mal raised a brow.
"I'm leaving." Marcy repeated.
"You've been here two days!"
"Three days too long!"
He raised his hands like he was choking her. "Ah!"
"Would you at least stay until tomorrow?" Mercedes pleaded.
"What's tomorrow?" Marcy asked.
Mercedes blinked. "Another day to plead with you to stay another day…"
"No."
"We'll tell Laura on you!"
"I don't care!"
Quinn gasped. "You really want to get out of here!"
"I'm not staying."
"What happened to Thursday?" Mike demanded.
"I changed my mind."
"Thursday?!" Mal glared. "That's too soon!"
"You like it so much, you stay here!"
He began screaming.
She refused to look at him while he had his tantrum.
"What's going on in here?!" A nurse raced in.
"She's trying to leave." Mike told her.
"Oh no!" Her eyes widened before rushing to Marcy's side. "You shouldn't even think of leaving!"
"I'm past thinking of it." Marcy folded her arms across her chest.
"Please. You're not well. You just had major surgery."
"I don't care."
The nurse blinked. "Oh my…"
"I'm going home. Today."
The woman was clearly flustered. "I must find your doctor!"
Marcy waved a hand as if giving her permission.
The nurse ran out.
"You're staying here." Mal told her in no uncertain terms.
"Keep believing that." Marcy could not care less what he thought. She was going home.
"I'm calling Laura!" Mercedes frowned.
"Go ahead. Snitch."
She glared at her before whipping her phone out. "I'm dialing!"
Marcy lifted her brows lazily.
Mercedes touched Laura's contact and held the phone up to her ear. "It's ringing!"
Marcy just stared at her.
"Hello?" Laura said on the other end.
"Laura?!" Mercedes fully expected Marcy to crack. Now she wasn't sure she wanted to tell on her. But what Marcy was planning was dangerous so she would. "Laura, Marcy's in the hospital!"
"What?!" Laura freaked out.
"Her appendix burst!"
"What?!" Clearly Laura wasn't handling this well.
"And now she's trying to leave the hospital!"
Mercedes could hear Laura pull in a deep breath. "I'm on the first flight out. Do our parents know?"
"No."
"When did this happen?"
"Monday." Mercedes whispered.
"Monday?! Mercy,-!"
"I know! I'm sorry but she didn't want anybody to know!"
"I don't care! This is serious! We should have been notified!"
"I'm sorry." Laura never yelled at her before and Mercedes felt low.
Laura huffed. "I'll be there before nightfall. Keep her in the hospital until then."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye." Laura hung up.
Mercedes put away her phone and looked at Marcy miserably. Unfortunately her little sister was staring at her with this bored yet angry expression, one she'd worn a lot looking at Mercedes lately and it looked to the almost nineteen year old to be hatred.
Quinn took Mercedes's hand and squeezed. "What'd she say?"
"She's on the first flight out."
"Was she mad?" Mike could tell she was by Mercedes's face alone.
"Yeah."
"You don't need her to like you anyway. She doesn't like me and my life's great."
Her lips quirked into a semblance of a smile. "Thanks, Sonny."
"She doesn't like me either." Quinn pointed out. "I think I'm the better for it."
Mercedes squeezed her fingers. "Stop that."
Quinn giggled.
Marcy rolled her eyes and pushed aside the covers.
"Where are you going?!" Mal snapped.
"To piss, jailer!"
He helped her up against her wishes and led her to the bathroom just inside the room. Once inside, she slammed the door in his face. "You shrew!"
Mike chuckled.
"That's not funny!" Mal swung around.
"She's held together by pure fire and iron will."
Mal paced in a tight circle. "She's a monster, is what she is!"
They couldn't refute that.
The doctor stepped in the room. "Ms. Taylor-Jones?"
"Bathroom." Mike jerked his head in that direction.
Just then the door opened and she hobbled out. Mal went to help her back to bed, even though she fought him the whole time.
The doctor waited until she was in the bed to say, "You can't leave."
"My fully functional legs say I can." Marcy covered herself.
He stared at her in shock. "You had major surgery three days ago. You can't think you're well enough to go home."
"What am I well enough to do?" She gave him a look. "Rot like a piece of bad salmon? Stink up a room like a dead skunk? Have my brain shrivel up and die like a boy?"
Quinn snorted with the amount of restraint it took to not laugh.
The poor doctor was bewildered by her. Most of the patients that wanted to leave his care were older people unconcerned with death. "You could die."
"I can die here." Marcy pointed out.
Yeah, she was unconcerned with death. "What if your infection spreads?"
"I'll come back. I can come back, can't I? Or is this a one time thing?"
He was not amused. "I can't force you to stay-"
"What?!" Mal didn't like that.
"By law, I can't force treatment on anyone. If she wants to leave, I have to let her go." The doctor hated that. He could see a returned visit in her future.
"This is bullshit!" Mal railed.
Mike put a hand on his shoulder. "We're going to watch her at home. We'll make sure she's safe. Don't worry."
But Mal was worried. Marcy was hardheaded and stubborn. She did exactly what she wanted.
"Don't worry." Mike repeated.
"I'll draw up your release papers." The doctor told Marcy.
Who nodded. "Thank you."
He was surprised she said that but he only nodded and left.
"Let's get you dressed." Quinn suggested.
"I can dress myself." Marcy didn't move.
"Why are you like this?"
M-A-P
"Surprise!"
Marcy grunted and kept limping.
Her friends were underwhelmed by her reaction.
"You could at least say thank you to your friends for throwing you a welcome home party!" Mal snapped.
Marcy kept walking until she got to the stairs. Her dogs were there immediately and she petted them before inching up the steps.
Mal sighed.
Ellen took his hand. "She's just tired probably."
He kissed her gently. She hugged him. "Thanks. For being you."
She squeezed him.
"So what do we do now?" Finn wondered.
Quinn took his hand and shrugged. "We can stay here and relax or we can go up there and bug her."
"I wanna bug her!" Karou piped up.
"Rou!" Mercedes set her hands on her hips.
"Maybe we should take turns visiting her?" Tina suggested.
"I don't want you alone with her." Mike shook his head.
"What's going to happen?"
"You'll try to be positive and she'll get angry." He said promptly.
Her fell face. "You're right."
"Little Diva is being impossible!" Kurt frowned.
"She was born impossible." Mal spat.
"You should get the twins up." Ellen told him. "She'll probably want to see them."
"Let's go." He led her upstairs and to the twins' room. They were still asleep and so were Beth and Raven. He picked up Mally and gave him to Ellen before grabbing his little princess.
Mally began crying in his sleep.
Mal rubbed his back while kissing Mickey's face. The little girl yawned in her dad's face before blinking open her green eyes. "Hi."
"Hi, Daddy." She laid her head on his hard shoulder.
"You wanna wake up now?"
She shook her head and clung to his shirt.
"Mommy's home."
"Mommy's home?!" She popped up, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Yeah, Mommy's home."
She leaned over and pushed at Mally's back. "Mally! Mommy's home!"
Mally waved his arms irritably.
She kept pushing until he raised his head. "Mommy's home, Brother!"
"Mommy's home?" He rubbed his eyes and yawned. It clicked in his head what they were saying and he came alive. "Mommy's home!"
"Let's go see Mommy." Mal walked out, Ellen on his heels.
They made it to their room and opened the door to see Marcy on the bed in fetal position, the dogs around her.
"Mommy!" The twins screamed.
Marcy opened her eyes (she wasn't asleep). She sat up with difficulty. "Hi, babies."
Mickey pulled on her father's shirt to make him move towards the bed. "Mommy, miss you!"
"I missed you, too." Marcy hadn't wanted them up at the hospital.
Mickey reached out for her. Marcy grabbed her. Mickey hugged her mother close and began crying.
"Don't cry, Mac Attack."
Mickey rubbed her face against Marcy's chest.
Mally wanted to get down so Ellen put him on his feet. He ran to the bed and reached up to pat his sister's back.
Marcy switched Mickey to her hip and pulled Mally into the bed with her right arm. Both twins hugged her tightly. She kissed their curly heads.
Ellen smiled. This was the Marcy she loved. The one that had to be exhausted but let her children cling to her because they'd missed her so much.
Mal went to the bathroom.
Ellen went to the bed and sat down. "Want to show Mommy the cards you made her?"
The twins nodded excitedly. They slid to the ground and ran out.
Marcy sat up against the pillows.
"How are you feeling? Honestly?" Ellen asked.
Marcy lifted a shoulder.
"How do you not know?"
"Meds."
Ellen nodded. "I know Mal's mad but I'm glad you're home."
Marcy nodded before closing her eyes.
"I think you're tired. I know you took a taxi home but it must have still been a tiring journey."
Marcy wasn't tired. But if that meant people would leave her in peace, she'd say she was. "Sure."
The twins ran back in with a bunch of folded construction paper. "Mommy, look!"
She took the cards and looked them over. Neither one knew how to write but they'd made serious squiggly lines all over the pages. "Thank you! They're so great!"
Mal returned and went to the closet.
Ellen frowned. What was he doing?
"You wanna sleep with Mommy?" Marcy asked.
"Sleep?" Mally said it like it was a dirty word.
Ellen giggled. "You didn't want to wake up!"
He buried his face in the hanging cover. "No!"
Marcy pinched his cheek. "Go play. Mommy will see you later."
"Later?" He moved his face, his eyes staring up at her, troubled.
"Mommy promises."
Mally looked at Mickey and they silently communicated. Both looked at their mother and nodded. "Otay. Later."
"Go play with your cousins." She pointed to the door.
They ran out calling for Beth to wake up.
Ellen looked at Marcy, who was staring down at the bed. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Marcy blinked.
"You're just staring at the bed."
"It's nothing." She'd been wondering how she was going to slide down to get comfortable again without hurting herself. But she couldn't say that.
Ellen's lips puckered before she bit the bottom one. "Okay."
Marcy decided to bite the bullet and just move. She inched down and laid back, wondering what fresh hell this was then thought about how she could have stayed in the hospital and therefore should quit her bellyaching.
Ellen winced every time Marcy made a face on the way down. She had to be in pain but she stubbornly refused help. Who does that?
Marcy arranged the covers around herself and pulled her knees up.
Ellen got up and went around the bed to get in on the other side. She slid as close as she could with Secret blocking her. She laid back and closed her eyes. She didn't mean to but she fell asleep.
Marcy waited for her breathing to even out before she opened her eyes. She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. She knew Mal was awake and in the closet but hoped she could make herself fall asleep before he came out.
She charged into her happy place and thought hard about it before relaxing the rigid control she held on herself. She let herself feel everything she felt. Before long, she was in a fitful sleep.
Mal opened the door to the closet and shut it behind himself quietly. He crossed the room and watched his lovers sleep. He sighed deeply. What was he going to do with Marcy?
He shook his head. Should he track down the twins or look over his girlfriends as they slept? He was exhausted honestly and decided to lie down to rest his eyes. Just for a few minutes.
He laid on the other side of Ellen and was promptly asleep.
None of them were aware of when Laura came in to check on them later on. The blonde watched them for a moment before kissing her little brother and sister and leaving.