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For the next couple of days, it was the same thing. She would wake in the dream room and charge him, only to wake up breathing hard in her bedroom, alone in bed.

Marshall would toss and turn after each dream in frustration; she wasn't giving him a chance to open his mouth before she was trying to pounce on him. He knew once they woke up from the dream room they couldn't go back to the dream even if they fell immediately back to sleep.

It was Monday night and Marshall was through with Mary's aggressiveness, she would listen to his explanation if he had to tie her down. Then he recalled the time when he had tied her with his shirt, to keep her from hitting him. He would use the same technique, but this time he would be right there before she had a chance to turn and jump him.

Mary woke in the dream and turned only to find Marshall right in front of her, she shrieked, "Ah!"

Next thing she knew, she was on her back and Marshall had both her hands wrapped in his shirt, again.

"What the hell Marshall?" she struggled with the shirt, but he had tied her up pretty tight. He stood up and pick her up, throwing her over his shoulder before walking over to the bed and dumping her there.

"What the hell? I'll tell you what the hell, but not before I explain myself," he crawled into bed next to her.

She struggled to get away, but he pulled her sideways against his chest, he leaned up on his elbow to look down at her, "Mare, you have to let me explain."

She turned her face away from him, which by now had turned a deep red and wouldn't meet his eyes, "You and I have nothing to talk about and I don't need any explanations of anything. You live your life and I live my life. Whatever you think you need to explain, trust me you don't."

"She wasn't the woman I thought or wanted her to be. I don't go around trying to change people, you know that. You know me better than anyone else in this world," he started as he held her close to him, if this would be the only time he held her, he would milk it until they woke up.

"Damn it, Marshall, let me go," she struggled again and pulled at the shirt tied around her hands.

He was starting to get angry himself; he was trying to explain, "Why do you always have to be so damn stubborn?"

She tried to roll away, but he pulled her hard against him and rolled on top of her, she froze and whispered, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Trying to get your attention for once and explain why I didn't tell you," he held her hands over her head and his body on top of hers, he wasn't even trying to keep his weight off of her.

"It's none of my business"

He closed his eyes with a sigh and leaned down, resting his forehead on hers and breathing in her scent. She looked up at him and watched his clenched eyes, her eyes moving around and noticing that he looked tired.

Without opening his eyes he said, "I want it to be your business."

She shook her head and sighed as she gave up the fight, she really wanted to know, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did tell you, multiple times, but you just didn't believe me," he murmured as he lay over her, not giving her any breathing room, not this time.

"Telling me in a dream isn't telling me. You can't pretend we didn't know we were each just coincidentally dreaming about each other, you telling me in a dream isn't telling me," she argued as she pulled her arms free and tried to push him off, his body was warming hers too fast.

"Don't say coincidentally," he murmured as he only wrapped himself tighter against her, wrapping his arms around her back, pulling her even closer with her hands trapped between their chests, "I didn't know how to tell you."

"Tell me now"

She stared at his face, running her eyes all over his features, features she hadn't been able to look because she wasn't allowed. His eyes shot open as she returned to stare at his long lashes and locked with hers, "I want to tell you everything, I think that's why we're here. Why we always end up in this dream room."

"Do you want to explain that logic to me, a mere mortal?" she asked as she looked around him to the room.

He sighed and shrugged, "I don't know, alright? For the very first time, I really don't have the answer to that question. I just know how bad I wanted to tell you so there wasn't all that animosity."

She chuckled, "You meant to say that you wanted conjured up this room to fill me up."

"Whatever makes you happy in that little head of yours," he leaned back and mock scowled down at her, "But let's not forget that you let me, too."

She tried to push him off again, but he only leaned back down to rest his forehead against hers, "Easy there, you try to swing at me and you'll just manage to wake us up."

"Stop patronizing me then," she grumbled.

Marshall rolled off of her and threw his arm over his face, he couldn't stay on her without getting a reaction out of him, especially now that she was willing to listen to him.

"She asked me to transfer you out of Albuquerque," he turned his head to peek at her under his arm.

Mary sat up and looked down at him in total shock, "B-but…why?"

"She's insecure and I guess she really didn't trust me to be around you," he tried to explain it how he felt his ex-fiancé's reasons were.

"I don't get it, we were best-friends, what's to be insecure about that? Is that why you asked…" she didn't finish, she didn't want to put him on the spot. Now she was starting to understand his motives for taking his word back. She sighed sadly, knowing that she would have to push him away so that he could find his happily ever after. You could be his happily ever after, chimed in her conscience.

"Were? You don't think we can continue to be best-friends? I wasn't asking to take my friendship back, but with the wedding preparations…I just needed to please the one I was going to marry and in the process I pushed you away," he sat up turning to her and crossed his legs, "I never wanted to do it and I promise…"

She shook her head and growled, "Don't you dare promise me anything Marshall Mann! I understand what you did, but I just can't…I just can't take any of your promises."

Mary tried to turn her back towards him, but he prevented it by holding her shoulders, "It's not about taking them or accepting them, I'm willingly promising never to do that."

She tried to shrug his hands off but he pushed down again before crawling on top of her, she struggled for a bit and groaned, "Is this going to be your trick to get me to listen to you from now on?"

Marshall chuckled and nodded, "It's working, of course it will."

She gave it one last futile try to push him off and he didn't budge, "And you call me stubborn."

He rested his forehead on hers and nodded, "Yeah, that's me. Mr. Stubborn to your Mrs. Stubborn."

"We can't just pick up were we left off," she murmured as she stared up at him.

"I know"

"So what do you want to do besides lay on top of me?"

He shrugged, "I haven't thought about it, there's a vast of possibilities."

She rolled her eyes at him and tried to roll them with no avail, she groaned, "Can you at least untie me?"

"No, I think I'm going to enjoy having you tied down to a bed," he winked at her showing her that he was just teasing now.

Mary slowly woke up and her eyes fluttered opened, she was back in her bedroom and for the first time in months she felt at peace. Sleep came almost immediately.

Marshall rolled to his side and pulled a pillow to his chest, they were on the road to recovery and to him that was the best thing this dream could've done for him.

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