Constants, by abvj, (pg-15)
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het_reccersFandom Category: In Plain Sight
Pairing: Mary Shannon/Marshall Mann
Fic Title: Constants
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abvj
Link: http://abvj.livejournal.com/56459.html
Rating/Warning(s): pg-15
Genre: drama
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: It's foreign to her, this feeling of needing. It's a good thing they're a walking contradiction. Well written and in character, and the author does a fantastic job of giving us glimpses at the moments throughout the various stages of their relationship, from beginning to end.
Their first assignment together and their witness ends up dead. A messy affair – a ten year old kid with everything in the world left to live for who’d hid inside the cabinet under the sink as his family was brutally murdered because of a drug deal gone bad. He’d been set to testify – new identity, new family all set up and they were ambushed in transit.
Shots were fired, and even though she’d gotten the bad guys with a clean hit to the heart (rather fitting, she thinks) it didn’t really matter. After, the kid is in her arms, his blood on her hands and she took it hard.
“It’s not your fault, you know,” Marshall says hours later over paperwork and silence. “You can’t save everyone.”
“Don’t,” she says cutting him off, putting her pen to the paper. She pushes through the uncertainty.
“What?”
“You know what,” Mary continues, giving him a hard look. “That shit only works in the movies, anyway, so don’t bother.”
“Yeah,” he sighs and leans back in his chair. He looks hard, tired, and because he’s a good person, an infinitely better person than she, she knows it’s bothering him, too. “Sometimes, you still need to hear it, though.”
They share a look, long and meaningful and her heart skips a beat for that kid, the life he could have had and she tries to think of him in a better place, with his parents and God – all that bullshit they tell you when you’re young and you just don’t quite understand, but it resonates deep within her that it’s just that. Bullshit. It sucks no matter which way you look at it and she knows it, too.
“You want to go get drunk?” He asks out of nowhere and she looks up to find him looking down at the file in his hands.
Mary sighs and the weight feels heavy on her shoulders. “Why the hell not?”
From here on out this is how it goes, and she’s okay with it like this. With the banter and innuendo overlaying the budding friendship and companionship that’s lingering below the surface. It’s easy this way, and Mary, a creature of habit, welcomes the simplicity.
Pairing: Mary Shannon/Marshall Mann
Fic Title: Constants
Author:
abvjLink: http://abvj.livejournal.com/56459.html
Rating/Warning(s): pg-15
Genre: drama
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: It's foreign to her, this feeling of needing. It's a good thing they're a walking contradiction. Well written and in character, and the author does a fantastic job of giving us glimpses at the moments throughout the various stages of their relationship, from beginning to end.
Their first assignment together and their witness ends up dead. A messy affair – a ten year old kid with everything in the world left to live for who’d hid inside the cabinet under the sink as his family was brutally murdered because of a drug deal gone bad. He’d been set to testify – new identity, new family all set up and they were ambushed in transit.
Shots were fired, and even though she’d gotten the bad guys with a clean hit to the heart (rather fitting, she thinks) it didn’t really matter. After, the kid is in her arms, his blood on her hands and she took it hard.
“It’s not your fault, you know,” Marshall says hours later over paperwork and silence. “You can’t save everyone.”
“Don’t,” she says cutting him off, putting her pen to the paper. She pushes through the uncertainty.
“What?”
“You know what,” Mary continues, giving him a hard look. “That shit only works in the movies, anyway, so don’t bother.”
“Yeah,” he sighs and leans back in his chair. He looks hard, tired, and because he’s a good person, an infinitely better person than she, she knows it’s bothering him, too. “Sometimes, you still need to hear it, though.”
They share a look, long and meaningful and her heart skips a beat for that kid, the life he could have had and she tries to think of him in a better place, with his parents and God – all that bullshit they tell you when you’re young and you just don’t quite understand, but it resonates deep within her that it’s just that. Bullshit. It sucks no matter which way you look at it and she knows it, too.
“You want to go get drunk?” He asks out of nowhere and she looks up to find him looking down at the file in his hands.
Mary sighs and the weight feels heavy on her shoulders. “Why the hell not?”
From here on out this is how it goes, and she’s okay with it like this. With the banter and innuendo overlaying the budding friendship and companionship that’s lingering below the surface. It’s easy this way, and Mary, a creature of habit, welcomes the simplicity.
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