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Unlikely Friendship

Mary couldn't sleep; her conversation with Marshall still replaying on her mind. He had finally reached the point where he had had enough. If she was honest, she had to agree that their relationship was inappropriate at times but they always seemed to make it work. They always seemed to understand what the other was thinking or what they meant even without words. She stuck by her statement that they were fine until other people got involve. The problem was that other people did get involved and because of that, they both got hurt. Mary because she had to take a step back from her best friend and Marshall because he had fallen in love then got his heart broke.

After two hours of tossing and turning, Mary had given up and rolled out of bed. She tried to be quiet as she moved past Marshall's bedroom but stopped when she noticed a light on. When she glanced inside, she saw he was sat on the window seat again. Their conversation from earlier flashed through her mind and she could hear a small voice (sounding a lot like Shelly Finkel) telling her, that was the reason she couldn't sleep. Marshall always managed to get underneath her skin in ways that no one else could. He made her think about things, made her think twice about her choices.

The mature part of her brain, told her that they needed to fix things now because as soon as Marshall's mom arrived home tomorrow, everything would be put on the back burner. Mary didn't mind that, she lived for avoiding emotional and personal conversation but she knew that if they didn't talk now, then they would probably continue to ignore it. She reluctantly decided that wasn't an option….Their friendship was too important.

"Can't sleep?" She asked, softly as she stepped into the room.

Marshall jumped a little startled before turning to look at her. "I haven't been sleeping a lot lately…"

"Jesus, Marshall…" She whispered. "How did it get this bad? How did it get this mess up?"

"What? My sleep habits?"

"No…well, yes, kinda…" She moved to sit on the bed. "I should have noticed…I mean, I knew you were upset…I know you were struggling but I never knew it was this bad."

Marshall sighed. "I didn't want you to know…I hid it."

She stood back up and walked over to him, reaching and taking his hand.

"Mary?" He looked at her questionable when she pulled him to her feet.

"Just forget…" She led him to the bed. "For tonight just forget."

Marshall continued to frown when she climbed onto the bed, pulling him with her.

"What's going on?"

"I know things are messed up but I'm here for you, no matter what…and I know you're here for me no matter." She answered. "So, let's just be here for each other…"

"Mary…"

"Can we just lie down? Try and sleep." She suggested.

He sighed, letting her pull him down beside her and then she brought his arm around her.

"I'm sorry." He whispered after a few minutes of silence.

Mary tensed slightly at the sound of his voice. "What for?"

"For what I said early." He replied, still whispering. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Normally, she would insist that he didn't hurt her. That she was tougher then that…That a few words would never hurt her but she would be lying. He might not have said it to hurt her or upset her but it had done because he was right. Most of the time they hovered between the lines of friendship and something more. It seemed now, Marshall was tired of being stuck in that limbo and was going to make them both face it.

She rolled over so they were looking at each other. "Sleep, Marshall."

He looked back at her, trying to read her face but she wasn't giving anything away. He let out a sigh. "Okay."

Mary closed her eyes and kept them shut; not wanting to talk anymore and hoped Marshall got the message. She didn't know how long she led there, just listening to his breathing but they both must have fallen asleep at some point because around 7:40am, Mary woke up to Marshall mumbling and thrashing around.

"Marshall?" She said sleepily, pushing herself into a sitting position. She grabbed his shoulder and shook him. "Marshall, wake up…It's just a dream…Marshall."

He sat up suddenly, eyes wide and breathing heavily.

"It's okay…" Mary whispered, sitting beside him, rubbing his shoulders. "Just a dream."

"Damn it…" He muttered, hanging his head.

"Hey." She shifted closer to him and lifted his chin so he was looking at her. "You're okay."

He blinked a few times and tried to catch his breath.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head and tried to move away from her but instead she put her to the back of his neck to stop him. Instinct took over and without thinking, she leaned in closer; pressing her lips against once and then again. He pulled away from her and stared at her in shock but she didn't give him chance to say anything because she kissed him again, this time wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tightly. She knew how to comfort someone this way…She didn't do well with emotions and words. She deepened the kiss when she heard him moan then moved so was sat on his lap.

Marshall kissed back, his hands gripping the back of the t-shirt she slept in, causing it bunch up. Then one hand slipped down, to touch the bare skin at the base of her spine. Slowly that hand pushed the shirt up and Mary was forced to break the kiss as he pulled it over her head but the second that was done, she was pulling him back to her. She started to push him down onto his back but then was surprised when he flipped their positions and she found herself underneath him. He gripped both her wrists in one hand loosely, placing them above her head while he moved his lips down her jaw to her neck. She groaned, tilting her head back to give him more room and tried not to squirm when he ran the fingertips of his free hand up and down ribs slowly.

Then suddenly, he froze and sat up, letting go of her.

"What?" She looked up at him in confusion.

"The door."

"What?" She frowned.

"Marshall?!" Someone called out and the next thing Mary knew, he was off the bed and running a hand through his hair.

"My brother."

"What?" She said again, sitting up this time. "Marshall?"

He looked at her and she could see the panic in his eyes when he realized just how they close they had just came. His brother called once more and Marshall heard footsteps on the stairs. Then before she could say anymore, he was across the room and out the door.

"Idiot…" She muttered to herself as she fell back against the pillows and squeezed her eyes shut. "What have you done?"

TBC

Please review and let me know what you think. Marshall's brother has the worse timing…or does he? Mary and Marshall never do anything the easy way…this is no different.