Okay, it's been a little while longer for me than usual since I've updated this sotry so here's chapter five. It's really short but it's what I came up with after the credits rolled. XD I hope that you all like it! I don't know what future chapters will be about but I will try. Feel free to review and request episodes that you'd like me to write for. Remember each chapter is made using the lyrics to "Lean on Me" by the Temptations, so the episode will have to at the very least fit with the song. Thanks for being such good readers!

We Know There's always Tomorrow

After watching Marshall down his third glass of the liquor, Mary figures that it's enough. Though she can down a fair amount herself when the occasion calls for it, at least one of them needs to be responsible for the other. And seeing as how Marshall was just blown off like nothing so that physiologist could run back to her ex, Mary will have to be the mature one. Damn, I hate it when that happens.

She reaches over, pulling his drink away from him and stifling a laugh as he pouts at her. "Come on…not cool…" He states blearily, just on the verge on intoxication.

But Mary, no-bull-shit Mary, does not give into his childish whining. "Sorry, you've reached my pub's limit for the night. I have to confiscate this…" Taking a look at the glass, she quickly throws it back, setting the cup down roughly on the table.

Marshall's eyes never leave her, his expression caught between bemused and annoyed. She sighs at him. "You know, you were being ridiculous anyway,"

Marshall is still just staring, seemingly gazing right through his friend. "What? Is it impossible for someone to be attracted to me?" He shifts in his seat, looking more hurt than angry. Mary shakes her head disapprovingly at him.

"Jesus Marshall," She tells him, rolling her eyes. The glasses and bottle go back in her desk drawer and she locks it up before walking over to her partner again. "Okay...get up doofus. I'm taking you home." He stands up, his balance pretty average for a guy who just had half a bottle of liquor.

"Right, getting to my house in your car is so much safer than if I were to drive myself home." He quips, smirking.

Mary gives him her best sarcastic grin. "Who said anything about riding in my car? I was just going to tie a rope around your ass and drag you down the street."

The two of them exchange a glance, silently saying, "You're just so funny." Mary allows Marshall to lean on her shoulder on the way down, not really because of all the alcohol in his system but more for moral support. He probably feels like the biggest idiot on the planet right now. Which isn't completely off base but still... Mary reminds herself as she now climbs into the driver's side of the car.

As she attempts to start her hunk-of-junk car, she looks over to see that Marshall is just staring out the windshield. His expression is blank, his eyes a bit hazy, his mouth set in a frown. It's rare that Mary ever sees this look on her partner's face. So, at the point she understands that Marshall really is deeply upset. She pauses, her hand stuck to the keys hanging from the ignition. Her eyes soften a bit, feeling empathetic for her Marshall. She had been down that road herself. Who hasn't? Heartbreak and rejection is not a fun thing at all. It sucks and thus, she has decided that it's smarter to never completely open up, to always hold back just a bit because there's always the chance that they will break your heart.

Marshall, on the other hand, is someone who has not yet learned that her way is easier, filled with much less pain a greater portion of the time. She pulls the keys out of the ignition with a heavy sigh and throws them up on the dashboard with a loud clang. "Marshall," She says quietly. His head turns in her direction. "I wasn't lying when I said that you've still got me. You know that right?" She watches him for a moment as his breathing takes on an uncomfortable calm. He's in an emotional state right now, so, for his breathing to be calm at the moment is scaring Mary half to death.

Their eyes meet. Marshall's blue pools of unrequited feelings searching for something in her...but she doesn't quite understand what. Her eyes lock with his, not moving, not straying. He needs someone with him. He may not show it outwardly this much on a normal occasion, but he does. Of course, the alcohol and the fact that he had been run out on might be having some effect on his attitude at the moment. Being someone who is normally so together, so organized, when Mary has to see him like this, it about breaks her heart.

But all of her empathy, every last bit disappears when his lips come over hers, being completely replaced by what Mary can only describe as complete shock. She is still. His hand runs back through her hair as he deepens the kiss. He pulls her in a bit with his free hand, though she is still completely unresponsive. However, once it begins to register to Mary that she is being kissed by her partner, she wrenches herself away from him as fast as she can go.

Yet again his eyes become devoid. He stares at the floor. Mary stares at him, at first extremely pissed off before she realizes that she reacted totally wrong. It's not something partners should do, however, she can not allow herself to hurt him right now. Placing a hand on his arm, she speaks to him in a soft tone. "Marshall...I'm sorry." He nods.

"I understand Mare."

But Mary, true to her nature, has changed her mind all ready. "No. Don't worry about it. We'll just say it's the alcohol for now and talk tomorrow."

He nods at this, obviously agreeing. "Yeah, there's always tomorrow." Of course, I know that it wasn't purely the alcohol and she understands that as well, or, so I believe.

Mary simply nods. "Yeah, there's always tomorrow."

With that, she picks up the keys and thanks god when the car actually starts before pulling out of the parking space and heading to Marshall's home.