Disclaimer: I don't think I ever said that 7th Heaven doesn't belong to me. So now I am saying it: In no way, shape, or form, does anything 7th Heaven belong to me.
Ok, so, so far… Lucy isn't pregnant. Mary is married to Wilson. Peter tried to commit suicide by jumping off of his roof, explaining Lou and Detective Michaels.
NOTE: THIS CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN SOME DISTURBING, STRICLY PG-13 CONTENT. NOTHING TOO AWFUL OR EXPLICIT, BUT READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
Two hours later, there was no word on how Peter was doing, except that he had lived. Everyone seemed down in the dumps, but if someone were to look closely they would see that it was not over the little 13 year old boy who tried to end his life. Lucy, who was sitting next to Kevin, was upset over not being pregnant. Kevin wanted to know what was going on with his wife. Matt missed Sarah. Mary was pondering how she was going to tell her parents that she got married, and Wilson was confused as to why everyone was at the hospital for Peter. Ruthie, on the other hand, was facing the most serious problem of all.
Ruthie slouched down in chair next to Wilson. Wilson turned and looked at Mary, who was sitting next to him, and then smiled amiably down at little Ruthie next to him. My how she had grown up since he had last seen her.
"Can I talk to you Mary?" Ruthie asked in a low voice. "Alone."
"Um, ok," Mary responded.
Mary stood up and looked questioningly at Ruthie. Ruthie grabbed Mary's hand and pulled her toward the exit of the waiting room.
"Where are we going?" she asked Ruthie.
"I don't know," she replied. "Where can we go that's private?"
"How private?"
"Very," Ruthie responded seriously.
"Um, the cafeteria?" Mary asked.
Ruthie shook her head. "Not private enough."
"The lobby?" Mary asked referring to the room that you first enter when you walk into the hospital.
"Aren't there usually a lot of people there?"
Mary was frustrated. "There isn't really anyone else, Ruthie. Take it or leave it."
Ruthie sighed heavily. "Fine, I'll take it."
Ruthie trudged to the lobby, dragging her heels the entire way. Mary was really starting to get annoyed with Ruthie. She was acting like Mary was taking her hostage or something; Ruthie was the one who wanted to talk. When they finally entered the lobby, there were two chairs by the door almost as if they were put there especially for the two sisters. Ruthie sat down in one and Mary the other.
"Ok," Mary said, "now what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Well, you know Peter?"
"You're boyfriend? Well, I've never met him but I've heard a little about him. Why?"
"Well, I think I know why he jumped off his roof."
"Ruthie, it's not your fault," Mary said anticipating Ruthie's reason. "Peter obviously has a lot of problems. His parents are divorced, right? And he doesn't see his dad? That can easily make someone feel confused or hopeless." Mary touches Ruthie's hand. "It's not you're fault."
Ruthie sighs heavily and leans back in her chair. "I know it's not my fault. It's all his fault."
Mary looks at Ruthie questioningly. "What are you saying?"
"About a month ago, Peter and I…we…" Ruthie was having difficulty finishing her sentence, making Mary even more confused than she was before. "I was over Peter's house one afternoon, and I didn't have to be home for hours, and we were the only ones in the house, so we-"
Already Mary was lost. "Hold on, start over," she commanded.
Ruthie took a deep breath and did as she was told. "I was over Peter's house on a Saturday about a month and a half ago, and we were the only ones in his house; his mom wasn't going to be home until sometime late that night. We started kissing, and then we started talking about stuff. He brought up sex…" Ruthie's voice broke off for a few seconds, "and he said that since we like each other so much it would be really special if we could share our first times together. I wasn't even sure of what we were doing…or what I was doing." Ruthie stopped for a second and stared directly into Mary's eyes with tears in her own. "I knew that it was wrong, and that I shouldn't be doing it, and that it was a very bad thing, but he kept saying that this is what we should do. He made it sound so right and I was so confused that I went along with him when I shouldn't have. I had my own mind but I was thinking with his."
Mary's voice was trembling. "What are you saying?" she asked slowly.
Tears gradually made their way down Ruthie's flushed cheeks. "I had sex with Peter."
For a while, Mary didn't say anything. She had to let the information sink in. This wasn't like Lucy telling her she had slept with some guy- this was Ruthie. Little, barely-pubescent Ruthie, who was only 12 years old.
Ruthie continued her story, not giving Mary any more time to get her two cents in. "I wish I could say that's the end of it but it's not. " Ruthie looked down at the floor in the opposite direction of Mary. "I'm pregnant."
Mary was finally making sense of this. "You can't be pregnant," she said almost allowing herself to smiled inside in a sister-like fashion. "You just got you period."
Ruthie shook her head. "I got it three months ago but I never said anything. It was all a cover-up telling everyone now so that no one would suspect anything."
Mary slouched back into her chair. "How did this happen?" she said somberly.
"I just told you," Ruthie snapped back at her.
"No," Mary said, "how did we let this happen?"
"We, as in you?! I barely see you! But you know, you did play a role in my decision. Before I went ahead and did it I thought of you. I figured you would be the best role model because this would ultimately be a bad decision and you are, after all, the bad seed. The only thing I could remember when I thought of you was how many boyfriends you had, and how you used to make out with everyone, and that you lived in Buffalo away fro us with boyfriends, and that old pilot guy. I just assumed you slept with them all!"
Mary looked straight ahead, too angry o look at Ruthie. "Well, I'm sorry I wasn't a better role model for you," she replied dourly. "But just for the record, I have only slept with one man my entire life," Mary paused for a second, but deciding she had nothing to loose, she moved forward. "That man is my husband…Wilson."
Ruthie's jaw dropped. "Husband?"
"Yes, husband. We eloped. No one knows except you and Lucy."
"Well, congratulations."
"Look, you are in no position to be buttering me up." Mary was brief. "Just tell me what you want from me."
Tears flowed freely from Ruthie's eyes. "I need you help." "OK," Mary replied. "I'll help, but I have to tell Wilson." Ruthie nodded. Tears formed in Mary's eyes and she embraced her younger sister. They both cried on each other's shoulders, and Mary held Ruthie close. "Don't worry," she told her, "everything is going to be just fine. I'll help you. We'll think of something to do. It will all be OK."
A/N: Now, go ahead and hate me. I know, I know, I have ruined everything that is good about 7th Heaven. But this story had been calling me. I promise you it will not turn into a bad story, but it will definitely be A/U. In no way could this happen on the show, and theoretically in life itself. However, just go with it. If you feel repulsed by this story and expected something different, I am sorry, but this is where I have decided to take it.
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