#mxrkcarter

[rebeccaxmerlyn]

"Will you please do me a favor and tell your daughter I'm right and she's wrong?"

“That depends. What were you two arguing about?”

[militaryxman]

He's just going to leave a picture of the two of them when Mark was a baby and try to sneak away.

“Hey, I hope you do a better job at sneaking away when you’re on an op.” 

He’s smiling as he goes to look at what his son as left for him. Sitting on a chair, he looks wistfully at the two of them and his thumb runs over baby Mark. 

“You know, this was the happiest time of my life. I felt so lucky. I could sit with you in my arms and be content for hours.”

Emotion runs over his features as the photo triggers memories to replay in his head.

[doctorsordersmd]

"So I've got to ask," Mark murmured, nursing a beer as he approached her, "how did you get roped into this shindig? I mean... you can't be friends with Sam. You look way too put together and... not geeky. Let me guess, uh... friend of a friend, professional obligation, ooh or you're a spy! Oh please tell me you're a spy that would be so cool."

Janet had been watching Sam's brother off and on all night. He was rather nice to look at after all. Drinking from her own beer, she smiled politely as he came over and listened to what he had to say. Janet wasn't quite sure how to react. Mark ranged from almost offensive to saying some quite funny things. She went for drinking more beer - hoping the buzz would help her laugh along with his attempt at humour.

"I am friends with Sam and I'm afraid I am geeky. Just in a different field from Sam but still a geek. With the amount of men on base, us women have to stick together. I would love to be a spy though. Let's say I am."

[militaryxman]

"Hey Dad? I don't blame you, okay? Just... I don't anymore, okay? So please stop blaming yourself?"

"I really don't understand why you don't. I can't seem to stop. I don't know how to stop. I am trying ... trying to live with it .... it's hard."

[doctorsordersmd]

Mark couldn't keep the smile off of his face as he walked up to the door. He adjusted his suit jacket slightly before knocking. While waiting for her to answer, he checked to make sure he'd brought everything. He was holding the roses he'd got and the CD was in his inner pocket. When some time passed with no response, he knocked again. "Janet? It's Mark. I know you weren't expecting me and if you're busy I can go away, but can I just come in for a second?"

Janet had just settled on her couch with a book and a glass of wine. Hearing the knock, she sighed as she relaxed back onto the couch. Janet had been hoping for a quiet evening and wasn't planning on getting up - convinced it was just going to be someone selling something. That was until she heard Mark's voice. A smile spread on her face as she quickly got up, putting the book on the coffee table, and headed for the door. 

"Hey," she said as she opened the door - suddenly going shy. "I'm not busy. Are those for me?"

[theheartwithinhunt-blog]

mxrkcarter

"Hi, hello, yes. Sorry, hi. Complete shot in the dark here but I don't suppose you have any bandages I could use, do you?"

[doctorsordersmd]

"Janet," Mark said softly, resting his weight slightly on top of her and leaning in to press feather light kisses down her neck, "wake up, sweetheart." She sucked on her neck for a moment before releasing the skin and moving to kiss the other side. "Cmon the sun is up and shining brightly and I want to kiss my wife."

Moaning quietly, Janet began to stir as she felt Mark's lips on her neck. Opening one eye a little, Janet chuckled before pressing her face into Mark's neck and revelling in the feeling of him on top of her.

"I think you want to do more than kiss," Janet murmured sleepily.

[doctorsordersmd]

Mark winced slightly, the pain in his head only increasing at the door shutting. He would have asked her to be quieter, but he was still clinging to the naiive hope that maybe somehow she wouldn't see the black eye or the other smaller cuts covering his body. He decided he was just going to lie there and pray she didn't notice he was home.

Setting her bag by the now closed door, Janet slipped off her shoes and smiled when she saw a tuft of hair sticking out from the side of the couch. Rolling her shoulders, she made for the couch. 

"Hey you. You're being quiet tod ...." her sentence broke off suddenly when she rounded the couch and saw some of the injuries.

"Mark?!" She dropped to her knees and looked at his face - worry contorting her features. "Sweetheart, what happened? Where are you hurt?" Her hand went gently to his hair as she bent down to take a closer look at his eye.