*** Over the last month or so, between our fav site (F F . net) and our other fav site LJ, there's been a lot of prompting, suggesting, writing, sharing, laughing, wailing and garment rending...er...no...back-up to the laughing. Yeah...that! Anyways, there was a communiversary on LJ that generated literally HUNDREDS of ficlets based on prompts for IPS. It was phenomenal! I was not immune to the siren call of quickly written (thus...not necessarily pretty) and usually crack-ficcy ideas, so I joined in. Add to that the ability to gank bits of story from my other fics and I was in heaven! So, here I have posted all my commentfics from LJ plus a special request songfic from Lunar Penguin. Which she has patiently waited for for too long! ***

*** It will be posted in four chapters...because it fits nice like that! :) ***

*** CAUTION: There are some ficlets that are rated very, very, M! You young ones need to cover your eyes! We're talking steamy-adjust-your-pants-NC-17 here. ***

Songfic; "Alone", by the cast of Glee - from Lunar Penguin

I hear the ticking of the clock
I'm lying here the room's pitch dark
I wonder where you are tonight…

Marshall sat in the darkened living room pondering his ability to lasso up enough self control to keep from calling her. He spun his cell phone in the palm of one hand as he listened to the ticking clock and pings of the heating ducts as they cooled. A truck rolled down the street outside, and the crossed swords on the living room wall jangled their presence. Don't call her, he instructed himself yet again. She said she was fine. Said she just needed some time to think and rest. He knew better.

Mary lay on the floor of her family room with arms outstretched, eyes staring skyward. The lights from passing cars rippled across the patterned ceiling in splashes of white and red; occasionally flashing yellow. She rubbed the fingertips of her right hand against the buttons of her cell phone absently as her mind reviewed the events of the past week. Too many voices swirled in her head. Raph. Marshall. Faber. Each with different intent; different advice. Mary willed them all away and sought silence. Another lightshow on the ceiling. Don't call him, she repeated to herself yet again. She told him she was fine.

And the night goes by so very slow
Oh I hope that it won't end though

So what if that crap weasel Faber, was hitting on her. He'd wonder about the eyesight of any male who didn't hit on her. But why now, he whined in his mind. She had been hit hard with Raphael's breakup and needed some time to pull herself together. Her insistence on trivia and other travel games on the way home from Denver was uncharacteristic and, frankly, a bit unsettling. Chatty Mary was anxious Mary. Trivia seeking Mary was scared Mary. She was turning to him for comfort and Faber was butting into his territory. Marshall wanted to reassure her that he was there. He would listen. Even to the silence. He stroked the screen of the phone with one finger and sighed as his head fell back onto the cushions. Don't call her.

Denver had been as confusing as it was frustrating. Faber appealed to her at some level. Not a very high level, granted, but at a level that could probably satisfy needs that would keep her sane for the time being. Physical comfort. She knew it would be a rebound, nothing more, but the look on Marshall's face had her questioning the wisdom of that train of thought. When he wasn't glaring daggers at the FBI agent, he had been surreptitiously watching her with worry. Fidgeting and granting her leeway where he would normally shut her down. Creating space. He wanted the story but wouldn't ask for it. Wanted assurance that she wasn't going to do anything stupid. Mary heard the heat kick on and felt the gentle wash of air across her feet. Don't call him.

But the secret is still my own
And my love for you is still unknown

Marshall toed off his boots and set his feet up on the coffee table. He should really get into the shower and head to bed. He could see Jupiter shining through the gaps in the blinds. A beacon to sailors and travelers past; a comfort to him now. Constant. Always going to be there until the end of time. At least his time. Too many things came into his life and left before he could truly appreciate them. He stared at the point of light and thought of blonde hair and mossy brown eyes. Empty ring fingers. Marshall stopped spinning the phone and pushed a button.

She felt like she was traveling a path without a guide; the twists and turns manageable, but not knowing what was next exhausted her. She needed some constant in her life. Something other than a hard, steel badge and a desk that accumulated dust seemingly overnight. Something she could turn to for comfort without fear of rejection or jest. Someone. Mary stuck one leg up in the air and studied her toes. She thought of cowboy boots and neatly combed brown hair. Her fingers closed over her phone and she startled slightly as it vibrated. She smiled.

Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone

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