Okay, here's the next part! Thanks to everyone who had reviewed! Sorry about the last update, I accidently uploaded the wrong chapter…My mistake due to lack of sleep, not the site being buggy.

I live the UK and for this story I've been pretty much staring at a map of US, trying to work out Mary and Marshall's travel plan….I've also been googling how long it takes to drive from state to another… So, sorry if it's a little wrong, unfortunately, never had the chance to travel the US myself! Lol!

Enjoy!

To the End of the Earth

Going into Hell

When Mary opened her eyes, it took a few seconds to remember where she was and what was going on. She stretched a little and turned to look at Marshall, who had his eyes focused on the road.

"Where are we?"

"We just crossed into Vermont…" He glanced at her. "Did you manage to get any sleep?"

"I got a couple of hours…" She stretched her arms out ahead of her. "We should stop for a while…"

"It's not 8am yet… I want to keep driving for a bit longer."

"You've been driving since 3…and you've had no sleep." She shifted in her seat so she could face him more comfortably. "You need to rest."

"I'm fine…" He assured her. "I want to get a bit further…"

"Marshall, we have been here before, remember?" She said softly, putting a hand on his leg. "It's going to take us weeks to find somewhere to settle…Months to start feeling safe and secure…"

"That is why we need to get as far as possible right away…"

"But it's not just us now…" She cut in. "Hannah is going to be awake soon and will need breakfast…She is also going to be confused and disoriented…We both know that at moment, she's not going to want me."

He sighed but knew she was right.

"And tadpole is kicking up a storm…" Mary referred to their unborn child, running a hand over her stomach. "He's not going to like being cooped up in this car all day."

He glanced across at her again. "It's not fair when you use the kids to manipulate me."

"I know but it works so well." She grinned at him then pointed to a sign. "Look, there's a diner coming up…We can get breakfast."

"Another hour driving and we'll be in…"

"Marshall, don't make me grab the wheel like last time…"

He rolled his eyes and signaled as they came up the diner. "You nearly killed us…"

"You pissed me off." She glared at him slightly.

"I was helping!"

"Are we really having this argument again?"

"You're only saying that because you know I'm right…" He mumbled.

"I'm not admitting to anything…"

Four years earlier

Mary stripped off her dirty and bloody clothes and shoved them into plastic bag, planning on throwing them in the trash later. She knew she didn't have time for a shower but was refusing to go anywhere looking like an extra from a horror movie. She pulled out her most comfortable jeans and a plan tank top then reached into the bottom of her wardrobe to grab a sports bag. She started to fill it with clothes, a pair of boots and a couple of pairs of sneakers… She didn't have to put much thought into what she was packing; she had never really been interested in clothes before. She gave the room a quick scan and her eyes fell on the old box of letters from her dad. She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, picking it up and holding it in her lap. Before she could lift the lid, there was gentle knock on the door.

"Mare?" Marshall called softly, stepping in.

She quickly tossed to the floor on the other side of the bed so he wouldn't see.

"Are you ready?"

With another look around, she stood up and grabbed her bag. "Yeah, let's go."

He reached out and squeezed her shoulder as she passed but she didn't pause or say anything. She silently followed her out to the car and wasn't surprised when she held her hand out for the keys.

"No."

"What do you mean no?" She questioned. "How am I meant to drive without the keys? Do you want me to hotwire it?"

"I'm driving."

"That's going to be a neat trick when you're not coming with me."

"Mary…"

"Marshall, you're not coming with me." She said firmly. "I'm going alone."

"You're hurt." He reasoned. "Just let me drive you to Roswell and then I'll get the train back."

"I'll be fine…"

"Please, Mary…" He begged. "It's about three hours' drive…You can get some sleep…You need it."

She rubbed her eyes and sighed; he was right, she was pretty tired. "Fine but only as far as Roswell."

He smiled and took her bag off her to put in the trunk as she got into the passenger seat. "I hope you don't mind, I raided your fridge and cupboards for food."

"You found food in my fridge and cupboards?" She asked in surprise, looking to the backseat where there was a box filled with soda, water, chips, candy, chocolate and fruit. She could also see he had made up some sandwiches to.

"I know you get hungry when you're bored." He answered when she saw her looking at him, questionably.

She placed her hand on his arm. "Thanks, Marshall…"

"It's your food." He shrugged, starting up the engine.

"No, not just for that…" She replied. "For everything."

He brought her hand up to his lips. "That's what friends are for."

She swallowed the lump in her throat and felt tears burn in her eyes. Laying her head back against the head rest, she tried to get a hold of her emotions. He reached into the back before handing her a bottle of water.

"Thanks." She whispered twisting the lid open and drinking it almost in one go as he pulled out of her driveway.

They had only been driving ten minutes when Marshall noticed her eyes struggling to stay open.

"Sleep for a while." He ordered softly. "Get some rest."

"Okay…" She agreed without argument and he when looked over again a few minutes later, she was fast sleep.

She was disoriented when she woke up and it took her a minute to remember what had happen. Then she suddenly noticed that it was sunny. When they had left her house, it was growing dark.

"Marshall?" She turned quickly to look at him. "What the hell?!"

"Hey, good sleep?" He smiled at her.

"Marshall?!" She said again, looking at the small digital clock on the dashboard. "9:17….AM?!"

"You slept all night." He replied. "Do you feel any better?"

"You were meant to stop in Roswell."

"Oh we got there hours ago…Thought I would keep going." He shrugged. "Welcome to Tulsa."

"Tulsa?!" Mary repeated, still staring at him. "I don't understand what is happening right now…"

"We're in Tulsa…Second largest city in the state of Oklahoma…"

"What happened to Roswell?!" She cut in annoyed.

"We passed through about 9 hours ago…"

"I've been asleep for 12 hours?" She rubbed her still tired eyes.

"Yep, you needed it." Marshall answered.

"God, my brain won't work." She groaned. "It feels like the time I took those sleeping pills…."

"Did you know that the first shopping cart and the first parking meter were invented in Oklahoma as well as the first radio station west of the Mississippi River…?" Marshall stated. "Also, the first electric guitar was invented by an Oklahoma native…"

She rolled her eyes but then looked at him closely before eyeing the empty water bottle which she had drunk when they were still in Albuquerque. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw him shooting a nervous look at her.

"You drugged me?!"

"Mare…"

"Don't!" She pointed a finger at him and glared. "What the hell were you thinking?!"

"You needed to rest…" He said. "You needed sleep!"

"So you drugged me?!"

"There was no way you would have slept otherwise…"

"Damn right! Did it even accrue to you that I would have still been out when we reached Roswell?!"

Marshall stayed silent, his eyes focused right ahead.

"Oh my god…" She said slowly. "You never intended for me to be awake in time…"

"Mary…"

"Why?" She questioned.

"Look, you must be hungry…"

"Marshall, just when are you planning to return to New Mexico?" She asked. "You do realize the longer you stay with me the easier it'll be for someone to track me…"

"Well, that's not a problem…"

"What do you mean?" She frowned.

"I'm not going back."

"Well, where are you going then?!"

"Nowhere." He answered. "I'm staying with you."

Mary's eyes widened and her mouth fell open.

"If we keep going, we can be in Missouri in under three hours…We can stop for a while…Get some hot food, then we'll ditch this car and get something new…" Marshall continued. "Then if we drive for the rest of the day, we can stop for the night in Wisconsin…"

"No." She shook her head. "No…"

"Did you have somewhere you wanted head for?" He glanced to her.

"No." She said again, more firmly. "Pull over."

"Mare?"

"Pull over!" She ordered. "You are not coming with me…You're going home…"

"I've made up my mind…"

"Marshall, pull over now!"

"No." He kept calm which annoyed Mary even more.

"Pull over!" She grabbed the wheel, turning it so the car veered off the road.

"Hey!" Marshall exclaimed, breaking hard as the car left the road, causing them to both jerk forward but when Marshall turned to check if she was okay, she was already opening the door. "Mary?!"

She stormed around the front of the car and pulled open his door. "Get out."

"Mare…"

"Marshall, get the hell out of this car and go back to Albuquerque."

"I've already told you that's not going to happen."

"Fine…Keep the damn car…I'll walk."

"Mary…" He sighed, undoing his seatbelt and jumped out as she started down the road. He reached out and grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Get off me!" She tried to pull free when he spun her around to face him.

"You really thought I would just let you go?" He asked. "You really thought I would do that when you're in danger?"

"I'm capable enough to look after myself."

"You're on the run from who knows who…With nowhere to go with nothing but a few clothes you stuffed into a bag." He kept hold of her arm but loosen his grip. "You have no money…"

"Oh and you have a top secret stash of cash hiding somewhere?"

"I do…." He nodded once. "I've sorted everything we need."

"Yeah right…"

"I got us 6 different IDs….each with credit cards and driving licenses…" He informed her. "I also got hold of 10 dollars cash and a couple of disposable cellphones."

"I don't believe you." She crossed her arms. He had been with her since leaving Jake's house except for when he went and got the car but he had barely been gone 30 minutes and he had time to pack some food. He would not have had time to do all that too.

He stepped away from her and opened the car's back door, pulling out a backpack. He undid the zip and pulled it open for her to look in.

"How...? When…?" She stuttered.

"I've told you before… I'm a man of many talents." He closed the bag and tossed it back in the car. "I have contacts…"

"We don't know who these people are…They may have connections to the Marshal Service who can trace…"

"I didn't go through the Marshal Service." He cut her off. "Trust me, Mary…Those people who killed Jake would not be able to trace us through that stuff."

She sighed and leaned back against the car. "Marshall…You can't do this."

"Do what?"

"Come with me…I can't ask you to do it."

"You haven't…You don't need to." He told her. "I'm already here."

"By coming with me, you're giving up your career…"

"I don't care."

"I do!"

"Mary, it's done." He told her. "You need to listen to me…I'm not letting you do this alone."

"What about your family?" She asked. "Your parents and brothers…your nephews….None of them would know what happened to you."

"And if I stayed in Albuquerque I would never know what happened to you." He replied. "I cannot live like that…It's probably selfish on my part but I don't care."

"Please…Please, just go home."

"You told me I couldn't quit…" He reminded her.

"Fine…You're fired…Happy?" She asked. "You're free, you can go and live your life without having to be the keeper…I release you."

"Why are you doing this?" He asked frustrated. "Why do you want me to go so badly? I thought you trusted me!"

"Because I don't need you!" She insisted. "I don't need someone to watch me…I don't need someone to protect…I don't need a keeper…I don't need you!"

"You're my partner."

"Not anymore…" She shook her head. "I stopped being your partner when I left my Marshal badge on Stan's desk."

"And my badge is right next to yours…." Marshall told her. "Doesn't make a bit of difference…You're my best friend…My partner…Nothing is going to change that."

"You idiot." She hit his arm. "You gave your badge in…"

"Mary…"

"You are so meant to be the smart one…" She hit again but this time on the chest. "Why the hell are you following me into this?!"

He grabbed her arms to stop her hitting him again. "Don't you know by now I'd follow you to the end of the earth?"

She stared up at him, suddenly feeling very tired again. She stopped struggling against him and let her head fall forward. Without realizing her forehead ended up pressed against his chest.

"I do know that…" She whispered. "But I'm not going to the end of the earth…I'm going into hell…"

"That's okay, too…" He replied, moving his arms to wrap around her and pulled her closer. "If we're together, in a few weeks we can take over the place and have some fun."

His comment made her laugh quietly but she didn't move from where she was.

"We should get going…" He told after another few minutes.

"I want you to come with me, Marshall…If there is anyone in this world that I trust right now, then it's you….but I don't want you to get hurt." She told him. "I can't let you stay…Please, just go."

"I would be more hurt if I did go and never saw you again…Never knew if you were okay."

"Marshall…"

"Look, we're stood on the side of the road, probably looking like a crazy lunatics…The last thing we want is to draw attention to ourselves…" He started to guide her back to the car. "Can we discuss this later…Tonight, when we get to Wisconsin?"

"Fine…but I'm not changing my mind." She answered. "Tomorrow, I'm leaving alone and you're going back to New Mexico."

"Whatever you say…." He rolled his eyes.

"And I'm driving." She pulled him away from the driver's door. "You need to get some sleep."

"Just don't get arrested for speeding." He advised, earning himself a glare as he made his way around to the other side of the car.

TBC

What do you think? Mary is not happy about Marshall tagging along at the moment! Please review!