***Disclaimer: I do not own 7th Heaven or any of the characters in this story. They belong to, as always, the ever talented Aaron Spelling as well as

Brenda and Co. Title taken from the song by Bonnie Raitt.

Setting: OK, it's second season, towards the end of the school year…maybe May-ish. Mary's 15 and Wilson is 18.

Lets Give Them Something to Talk About

Mary stormed of out of the church not stopping to look back at her family. She couldn't stand do be in there anymore. Church was for good people, the righteous, and she was no longer either of those; not after the inexcusable sin she had committed just three weeks ago.

Mary ran fast without thinking of the consequences of her actions. Now everyone would know that something was up with her, and she would be confronted with endless talks until they dragged out all the details. "Well not this time," she thought as she pushed open the front doors of the church.

Her eyes filled with tears and her vision blurred with the added moisture. Three steps out the door, she ran right into someone. They caught her with their arms as Mary apologized profusely.

"Its all right," the unidentified person responded with a giggle. "Now, why did you run out here?"

Mary pulled away from the person, who had wrapped her in their arms, a man she had concluded, and she rubbed the tears from her eyes. She looked at the face of the person in front of her and recognized him immediately. It was Wilson, the only person who could comfort her right now. Mary re-buried her head into his chest, giving up to her attempt to compose herself.

"What's wrong?" he asked while softly rubbing her back.

"No, you first," she protested. "Why are you out here and not inside?"

"I was afraid to come in. I wanted to see you, but I was scared you'd hate me," he confessed.

Mary wrapped her arms fully around Wilson. "I don't hate you."

"It's just that-"

"Hey," she interrupted him, "it takes two to tango."

"I know, but-"

Lucy came out of the church and cut off Wilson.

"Oh, sorry," she said upon seeing the two of them hugging. "I didn't mean to interrupt anything. I just came to find out if Mary's all right."

"She's fine," Wilson answered. "We were just talking."

"You sure? Because I know she doesn't just run out of church for no reason."

"I'm fine Luce," Mary said glaring at her sister.

Lucy nodded and went back inside the church looking defeated.

"Great, now the whole town is going to know I'm out here with you," Mary told Wilson, sounding more cynical than ever. "Now what were you saying before?"

"I was saying that I feel badly. I should have stopped us from going as far as we did. I'm older than you, and more importantly, I care about you very much Mary. I should have been looking out for you. What we did was not right and no matter what you say I take full responsibility for it."

Mary's eyes immediately shot down to the ground. She pulled her arms away from him and crossed them firmly over her chest. "We need to talk," she told him in a serious, monotone voice.

"Yeah, we do," he agreed. "Could we talk now or do you want to go back inside?"

"You couldn't get me back in there if you paid me." Wilson laughed at Mary's remark, although she was being quite frank. "I don't want to talk out in the open, though. Is you car here?"

Wilson nodded and took Mary's hand into his. As the two of them walked to the parked Volvo, Wilson squeezed her hand ever so slightly, and stared at her with loving eyes. The naïve look on Wilson's face told Mary that this was not going to be easy. She just hoped he wouldn't run away from her, or worse yet have some sort a mental breakdown as a result of their conversation.

They climbed into the back seat, and sat Mary shifting her hands nervously. Inside her head, she was searching for the right words to convey the information to Wilson that would change both of their lives forever. He stopped her hands from fidgeting, placing his on top of her shaky ones. She looked deep into his eyes, and Wilson could see how nervous she was.

"Do you have something you want to tell me?" he asked apprehensively.

Mary nodded. "Wilson…I…gosh I can't say it."

"Say what?"

"Wilson I'm pregnant," she blurted out before she started hysterically crying.

He blankly stared back at Mary with disbelief. "What?" he said almost in a whisper. Wilson sincerely thought he was hallucinating. She couldn't be pregnant- he couldn't have made this same inexcusable mistake twice. When she saw his reaction, Mary started to bawl uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry!" she cried out although her voice was muffled by her sobs. "I'm so, so sorry Wilson!"

Wilson reached out to Mary and brought her close to him. He stroked the back of her hair lightly as she cried on his shoulder. "Shh…shh…it's ok. I'll think of something, don't you worry."

"Like what?" she asked pulling away from him.

"I don't know yet," he said with all honesty, "but the first thing we have to do is tell our parents."

Mary continued to cry even louder; she knew he was right. She just couldn't imagine telling her parents that she was pregnant. This must be a mistake. The clinic must have told her wrong.

"Wait," Wilson said out of the clear blue. "Are you sure?"

"I went to the doctor."

"How did you do that?"

"I took the public bus to the free clinic down on North Street, and then I went back 3 days later for the results."

"How could they- I mean, are you sure your parents have no idea?"

"I'm pretty sure they don't. They would have said something to me- I'm sure of it."

"OK, then when are we going to tell them?"

"Can we tell your parents first?" she asked leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Uh…" Wilson paused for a second. "That might not be a good idea."

Before Mary could say another word, the church doors opened. Worshippers poured out from the building, stopping the two of them in their tracks. Mary looked toward Wilson, giving him a "Now what?" look, but he just shrugged. She rubbed her eyes when she heard a loud knock on the window behind her. Mary turned around to see her mother. She rolled her eyes and stepped out of the car.

"Are you OK?" Annie asked Mary.

"Yeah, I'm all right," she lied.

"If you say so. Your father and I want to have a talk with you when we get home, so why don't you go get in our car?"

Mary glanced over at Wilson as her mind raced for a solution. "Could Wilson come back with us?" she said when she turned back to her mother.

"I don't know Mary…"

"Please Mom," she begged, "I finished all of my homework."

"I'll have to check with your father," Annie replied, having a feeling that Mary had an ulterior motive.

"Thank you Mrs. Camden," Wilson said.

"It's nothing definite yet."

"I know, but thank you anyways."

Annie smiled at him and walked away. Wilson grabbed onto Mary's hand and looked into her eyes. He could tell by looking at her that she was scared- a different scared than she had ever felt before. Mary looked so vulnerable and so afraid that Wilson didn't know what to do with her. He squeezed her hand, hoping to comfort her. Wilson looked on as Mary eyes journeyed down to the church pavement and tears rolled down her already damp cheeks. "What have I done?" Wilson thought to himself. "What have I done?"