There is some fluff in the end of this chapter. Some cute words on Marshall's Part and stuff. Anyway enjoy. And I own nothing.

The Fight

The next day Mary and Marshall find themselves on a plane heading for who knows where. They are not allowed to find out until they have landed. The row behind the pair seats David and Sarah. Mary is sleeping with her head on Marshall's shoulder, while Marshall is quietly talking to David who is know standing behind him.

"How much longer David?" Marshall asked.

"God, I hope not long," Mary said in a groggy voice.

"Hey Mare," Marshall said with a smile.

She smiled. "Hey Doofus".

"It should only be another hour or so," Sarah chimed in.

"Oh for smods shmask," Mary finished with Marshall's hand over her mouth.

"What?" she asked when he looked at her funny.

"Remember what's going on, okay. At least we are together."

"I know," she said. She couldn't manage an 'I'm sorry'. It was too much for her. She figured at least she knew what she was doing was kind of mean.

An hour later, with Mary pouting about the length of the trip and Marshall trying to make it easier for her, they started to land."

"About time. Jesus!"

Where are you taking us? Mars?" This earned her a look from the elder lady on the other side of the aisle.

"Nope. Welcome to…"

"Minnesota." Marshall finished for Sarah.

"What the hell? Like long and cold winter Minnesota? Oh damn. I don't think so. Let's go back to New Mexico, where it snows once a decade," Mary exaggerated.

"No can do. You are stuck her with me for awhile. But if we are super lucky we will be out of here before it snows."

"You can not make me stay here. I know my choices."

"Then you know if anything happens to you I will blame it on myself, so you will stay here with me so that doesn't happen. Right?" Marshall explained.

With minutes passing and Mary only staring at him in complete annoyance Marshall added, "Please?"

Mary sighed and said, "Fine. But you owe me big. Like with your life. And everything you do. And if you leave me, I swear to God, Marshall--you better run. Because I will get you and when I do, you will go missing. No one will find any of your little pieces. Do you understand me?"

It was Marshall's turn look at her weird. "Was that the best you could do?" That earned him a good smack on the arm.

With that out of the way she replied, "Yes." She turned around and started walking to luggage.

"You better get that in writing!" Marshall yelled after her.

She whipped around and yelled, "Why? So they have evidence on me. I don't think so Buddy."

She continued her walk to luggage with Marshall close on her heels and Sarah and David looking at the both of them with a look of fascination on their faces.

"They could be trouble, you think?" David asked.

"You couldn't be more mistaken," she said with a small smile.

After hearing all the rules, though they have explained them before hundreds of times (which Mary complained about the whole time and started saying the things along with David and Sarah), they were escorted to there apartment. On the way Marshall asked Mary what she was going to do for a job. Her answer really surprised him.

"I want to be a teacher. Maybe high school age. I'm not really sure though. What about… never mind."

"Really, a teacher? I think that's perfect for you. Are you okay?" He knew as soon as he said that she would say nothing. Maybe she would tell just him, but there was not a chance she would tell them all. But at least she knew he could tell something was wrong and he cared.

"You bet. Just peachy, thanks," she said as she rolled her eyes.

'I will have to ask her later, I guess,' he thought to himself.

At the apartment Sarah and David show Mary and Marshall around, do what they need to do, and then left.

Mary sat down on the couch she earlier called an ugly piece of crap and gave it the nickname UPC She pulls up her legs and wraps her arms around them. She then rests her chin on her knees. Marshall walks up to the UPC, sits down and pulls Mary in for a hug.

"Oh Mary. Everything will be alright. You know that?"

"Mmm," was the only response he got.

"Mare, talk to me," Marshall said as he tried to look her in the eyes.

She avoided his gaze and settled for looking at her jeans. "Will it make things better? I doubt it--it never does."

"Come on. You can always tell me. It will make things better. And it's a proven fact that telling someone about something that's bothering you will make extra stress go away."

"You are supposed to be a Marshal. It's in your blood--it's what you are supposed to do. It is the way things were meant to be. You are so good at it too. I can change. I can be a teacher, or a singer, or a dancer, or whatever. And you, well you need to go back. It's okay. Those people need you," She said.

She was about to cry, but just because she is trying to open up to Marshall doesn't mean she needs to cry in front of him--unless absolutely necessary.

"You can sing?"

"Marshall!" she yelled in disbelief.

"Sorry, I was just trying to show you I don't need to be a Marshal to be happy. I will give up anything to be with you. I can change. I can be a teacher, or singer-- though I would be fired; or a dancer, but that wouldn't be good either. Still--anything for you. Really-- they may need me, but they need you too. I need to be with you--so they will get a new Marshal to take care of them therefore I can be here for you. I will be whether you want me to be here or not. You can't get rid of me now."

"Why do you want to be here? Why do you want me?" She asked. She had never been so serious about this kind of stuff before.

"Mare- You already know the answer to this question. I already told you, and it's not going to change." He finally caught her eye.

"I can't bear to lose you. Not now and not ever," she said looking away again.

"I know Mary, I can't lose you either. I will never leave. Ever," he smiled.

He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. As he pulled away Mary's hands grabbed the back of his head and she pulled his head back to hers. Neither of them had ever experienced a kiss so magical and passionate.

"Wow," Mary managed when they finally broke apart.

"That was well… wow." Marshall agreed. "I will always love you, Mare. Nothing and no one can change that."

"You can stop being so mushy. Dang," she smiled her Mary smile--the real one. The first in a long while. "I love you too."

I will try to update soon. Tons of thanks to NsCvIuS for all the ideas and help. You rock. Also thanks to those of you who have taken time to review!