I was inspired to write this fanfic by the good people over at the
Television Without Pity site.
This fanfic is not based on one specific episode, but rather on a string of different plot lines we've seen over the years. I have always preferred Mary to Lucy in the 7th Heaven series, but lately the writers have turned her into such a bimbo that she's ridiculed by everyone, most of all her family. This work is focused on Mary and I've tried to being some humanity back to her.
None of these characters belong to me, they are sole property of the WB or Brenda Hampton. Yadda, yadda, yadda. I was inspired to write this fanfic by the good people over at the Television Without Pity site.
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Mary came downstairs wrapped in a fluffy blue bathrobe. When she walked into the kitchen she saw her father sitting on the floor, a broken coffee cup in his hand. As she came closer she saw that his hand was bleeding. "What happened?" Mary asked, concerned about the way her father sat staring into space like someone had knocked the sense out of him. "Come on Dad, let me clean that cut up for you."
"Oh, I'm sorry Mary, what did you say?" said Reverend Camden distractedly.
"I said, you'd better let me wash that cut for you. Are you all right Dad? Where's Matt?"
"Oh, I'm fine. The cut's nothing really. I just dropped my coffee cup. Silly me. " he trailed off.
"Come on, let me take care of that for you," said Mary as she led him to the sink. Once she had washed off the cut and bandaged it, she turned to her father and asked, "Where's Matt? I thought I heard you guys talking this morning?"
"Matt's at the hospital already. I told him to go on ahead, that the rest of us would meet him there later," lied Reverend Camden. He figured this morning's scuffle was best kept between the two of them. "Well, I'd better get dressed so we can get over to the hospital. Thanks for the bandage, Mary," said Eric as he started walking upstairs.
"Dad?" Mary asked softly.
"Yes Mary," replied Reverend Camden.
"I wanted to talk to you about last night. I want you to know that I am so sorry and if anything happens to Lucy." Mary trailed off.
"I know, Mary," said Eric as he took his daughter in his arms doing his best to comfort her.
"It's just that I don't know what's happened to me Dad," choked Mary between sobs. "When did I turn into such a bad person?"
"Mary, sweetheart, you are not a bad person!"
"All I have done over the past couple of years is screw things up," sobbed Mary, "and now look. I've even managed to put my sister in the hospital! I know that Mom will never forgive me once she finds out the truth. Matt probably won't either. Sometimes I wish I would just die. It should have been me in the hospital instead of Lucy. No one would miss a loser like me."
"Honey, please stop talking like that," said Eric soothingly. "Even good people make mistakes sometimes. And even if your mother and Matt are angry, that doesn't change their love for you. No one wants you dead, we love you just as much as Lucy or any other member of the family."
"I don't know Dad. I don't know."
Eric held his oldest daughter in his arms doing his best to comfort her.
This fanfic is not based on one specific episode, but rather on a string of different plot lines we've seen over the years. I have always preferred Mary to Lucy in the 7th Heaven series, but lately the writers have turned her into such a bimbo that she's ridiculed by everyone, most of all her family. This work is focused on Mary and I've tried to being some humanity back to her.
None of these characters belong to me, they are sole property of the WB or Brenda Hampton. Yadda, yadda, yadda. I was inspired to write this fanfic by the good people over at the Television Without Pity site.
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Mary came downstairs wrapped in a fluffy blue bathrobe. When she walked into the kitchen she saw her father sitting on the floor, a broken coffee cup in his hand. As she came closer she saw that his hand was bleeding. "What happened?" Mary asked, concerned about the way her father sat staring into space like someone had knocked the sense out of him. "Come on Dad, let me clean that cut up for you."
"Oh, I'm sorry Mary, what did you say?" said Reverend Camden distractedly.
"I said, you'd better let me wash that cut for you. Are you all right Dad? Where's Matt?"
"Oh, I'm fine. The cut's nothing really. I just dropped my coffee cup. Silly me. " he trailed off.
"Come on, let me take care of that for you," said Mary as she led him to the sink. Once she had washed off the cut and bandaged it, she turned to her father and asked, "Where's Matt? I thought I heard you guys talking this morning?"
"Matt's at the hospital already. I told him to go on ahead, that the rest of us would meet him there later," lied Reverend Camden. He figured this morning's scuffle was best kept between the two of them. "Well, I'd better get dressed so we can get over to the hospital. Thanks for the bandage, Mary," said Eric as he started walking upstairs.
"Dad?" Mary asked softly.
"Yes Mary," replied Reverend Camden.
"I wanted to talk to you about last night. I want you to know that I am so sorry and if anything happens to Lucy." Mary trailed off.
"I know, Mary," said Eric as he took his daughter in his arms doing his best to comfort her.
"It's just that I don't know what's happened to me Dad," choked Mary between sobs. "When did I turn into such a bad person?"
"Mary, sweetheart, you are not a bad person!"
"All I have done over the past couple of years is screw things up," sobbed Mary, "and now look. I've even managed to put my sister in the hospital! I know that Mom will never forgive me once she finds out the truth. Matt probably won't either. Sometimes I wish I would just die. It should have been me in the hospital instead of Lucy. No one would miss a loser like me."
"Honey, please stop talking like that," said Eric soothingly. "Even good people make mistakes sometimes. And even if your mother and Matt are angry, that doesn't change their love for you. No one wants you dead, we love you just as much as Lucy or any other member of the family."
"I don't know Dad. I don't know."
Eric held his oldest daughter in his arms doing his best to comfort her.