Disclaimer: I do not own 7th Heaven, Mary, Wilson, any of the Camdens, or any part of GlenOak. I don't own Dr. West either, but I kind of do. Just don't steal his mothering personality, OK? And I'm not getting any financial gain from this either, so if this CW thing tries to track me down they won't get anything.

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A/N: This is a complete work in progress. I'm trying something kind of different and writing this story based on a real-life plot that has recently happened between two high-profile people. I won't tell you who because a) it's embarrassing and b) it would give the ending away. But, anyway, I hope you like it.

Oh, and Billy does not exist at all. Wilson was never married or any of that stuff. Mary never wrecked the gym but she's not playing basketball at college either. Maybe I'll have her as a former basketball player, maybe not, I haven't decided yet. Mary and Wilson both attend Crawford. And, most importantly, this is approximately winter of Season 6, which would be Wilson's senior year and Mary's sophomore year in college.

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Thanks for the Memories

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The promenade lights were just beginning to dim. The street lamps that scattered the central walkway were popping on one at a time. Mary looked over at Wilson and smiled at him and the routine existence they had settled into. They had been to the promenade probably fifty times since it opened a few years ago, but it still was enjoyable because she was there with him. With her hand in his, everything had meaning- even strolling past Pete's Pizza and Margaret's Books for the umpteenth time.

Mary and Wilson had been dating now for almost five years, since just before Mary turned fifteen. From the moment they met they both knew they had stumbled upon something special. Their first few dates had been awkward, completely unlike the pattern they were in now. They would go to the Pool Hall or to the movies and not know what to say to each other. But once the tension had been broken with that fateful first kiss, the duo was inseparable.

Every weekend Wilson found himself with Mary. He would sit with her and they would just talk for hours- as long as the Reverend and Mrs. Camden would allow. They discussed anything and everything – from silly things like their favorite movies to more important matters like religion. They seemed to be so different, but that was what made everything exciting and fun.

Mary's family didn't care for Wilson that much. They knew Mary loved him, but they all still felt as if Wilson were way too old for her. He was much more mature than Mary – or at least that was what they assumed – and worried that they had gotten too close and too serious too soon. No one worried about that more than Eric, who disliked Wilson for the sheer fact that he was in love with his eldest daughter and there was next to nothing he could do about it.

Wilson and Mary had been each other's first true loves, and the only romantic love they had ever known. It didn't faze Wilson, but Mary's family had some serious reservations about her not dating other men. Mary rarely listened to them anymore because she was twenty years and felt confident that she could make her own life decisions.

So far, Mary thought she had done a pretty god job. Besides picking Wilson, she chose her college by herself, chose to live at home, and decided on her major. The fact that Mary chose Crawford, Wilson's college, to live at home because she didn't like the dorms Wilson had had, and chosen the same major as Wilson all seemed to escape her.

Because of that, everyone worried that Mary was too dependant on Wilson – even Mary. Everyone, that is, except for Wilson. He knew deep down in his heart that Mary didn't need him, that if she had to Mary could get along just fine without him. That made him feel privileged to be with Mary. He knew that she could have any man or no man and she would do just fine, but she chose to be with him because she loved him. That in itself meant more to Wilson than he would ever mention to anyone, even to Mary. While Wilson was a romantic at heart, he still held on to some of that manly pride that the male species is noted for.

Wilson squeezed Mary's hand as they came to the end of the promenade to the parking lot and Mary squeezed back. As she looked into his eyes, the familiarity bred a serenity that she just would not be able to have with anyone else. They turned the corner and Mary walked adjacent to the brick wall of one of the shops and Wilson walked along the outside. Mary kept walking toward the car when Wilson stopped. He pulled her back by the hand and kissed her with fervor unmatched by any other four year relationship. Mary was so overcome by the passion that when they parted she had to reach back for the wall behind her to counteract her spell of Wilson-induced vertigo. He had literally taken her breath away.

It was passion like that that steered them away from the skeptics and the monotony of their own longevity. At that moment, nothing in the rest of the world mattered. They had each other, and that was everything.

Wilson smiled suavely as he opened the door for Mary to the rickety eight-year old Volvo and she stepped inside. He climbed into his side and started up the car. Before he pulled out of his spot they bother turned to each other and burst into laughter. They both knew what had happened. Just another typical Saturday night together. All was well.

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A/N: I'm so happy to be writing again! I think I'm going to try to name every chapter now. I haven't done that since Dr. George I don't think. Anyway, this chapter is short but really wordy. No dialog though in the whole thing, though. Woo hoo! This chapter was mostly used just to explain things so that you have a bit of an idea as to what's going on, but then I change everything so I don't really see much of the point in this. Oh well.

I've written through Chapter 6, so there's more where this came from, but just so you all know the chapters are shorter than I've done in the past by about 300 words or so. I think I like it best that way, having written a little bit ahead. Next chapter Mary comes home and we are introduced to her family and their opinions. After that it starts to pick up a bit.

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