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anythingdrabbleTitle: Fight
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven
Characters/Pairings: Stephen/Mary, Billy
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Mary knew she had no other choice.
Her life was a disaster. Her family were long gone, she her parents' only child. Her dear husband, too, was buried, leaving her alone in this town that has become full of ruffians, killers, and other sins and sinners which Mary does not want to think about.
But once... Once she was a child here. She laughed here. She loved here. Once, long before the killers outnumbered the good townsfolk, this was her home, and she'd had dreams. They had had dreams.
So many of those precious dreams will now never be fulfilled, but two were. She was able to marry Stephen for a blessed time, and though it had been far too short, ending with his murder, they had also managed their own little miracle.
Her eyes filled with unshed tears, Mary gazed on their son for a long moment before moving as silently as she could to make certain their door was locked and bolted. She set her husband's rifle next to the bed and curled in beside their little one. In his sleep, Billy reached for her.
She let him nestle into her side, his grandfather's words ringing in her ears. She could go with him tomorrow -- her sweet in-laws would be ecstatic --, but looking around their home, Mary knew she could not just leave. She could not let her husband down. She had to stay and built this town into what it was, or die trying.
"Momma!" Billy whispered, almost whimpering, in his sleep.
"Sh, sweetheart," Mary whispered back, gently threading her fingers through the sandy, blonde locks so much like his father's. "It's okay, baby." He settled back into sleep, but she stayed awake for hours, just watching his precious, cherubic face so much like her beloved husband's. Tomorrow, she'd send him away, back to his grandparents and a real home, but tonight, she needed comfort just as much as he did.
She laid her head against his, her eyes still filled with tears she would not allow herself to shed until he was miles and miles away from her and safe again. "I love you," she whispered, kisses his head, and wiped the tears from her eyes. She missed him -- she always did and always would --, but she had to fight for Stephen. She had to fight for the others. She had to fight for whatever might be left yet of their dreams.
The End
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven
Characters/Pairings: Stephen/Mary, Billy
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Mary knew she had no other choice.
Her life was a disaster. Her family were long gone, she her parents' only child. Her dear husband, too, was buried, leaving her alone in this town that has become full of ruffians, killers, and other sins and sinners which Mary does not want to think about.
But once... Once she was a child here. She laughed here. She loved here. Once, long before the killers outnumbered the good townsfolk, this was her home, and she'd had dreams. They had had dreams.
So many of those precious dreams will now never be fulfilled, but two were. She was able to marry Stephen for a blessed time, and though it had been far too short, ending with his murder, they had also managed their own little miracle.
Her eyes filled with unshed tears, Mary gazed on their son for a long moment before moving as silently as she could to make certain their door was locked and bolted. She set her husband's rifle next to the bed and curled in beside their little one. In his sleep, Billy reached for her.
She let him nestle into her side, his grandfather's words ringing in her ears. She could go with him tomorrow -- her sweet in-laws would be ecstatic --, but looking around their home, Mary knew she could not just leave. She could not let her husband down. She had to stay and built this town into what it was, or die trying.
"Momma!" Billy whispered, almost whimpering, in his sleep.
"Sh, sweetheart," Mary whispered back, gently threading her fingers through the sandy, blonde locks so much like his father's. "It's okay, baby." He settled back into sleep, but she stayed awake for hours, just watching his precious, cherubic face so much like her beloved husband's. Tomorrow, she'd send him away, back to his grandparents and a real home, but tonight, she needed comfort just as much as he did.
She laid her head against his, her eyes still filled with tears she would not allow herself to shed until he was miles and miles away from her and safe again. "I love you," she whispered, kisses his head, and wiped the tears from her eyes. She missed him -- she always did and always would --, but she had to fight for Stephen. She had to fight for the others. She had to fight for whatever might be left yet of their dreams.
The End
