A/N: Oh yeah. Forgot to say in the last chapter that Mr. and Mrs. Gallo are mine. Please do not…erm…borrow them.  And just for the record, if I see anybody's last name "Gallo" in a 7th Heaven fic after this I will scream. Don't even get me started with my Tori.

Now…

Back at the Camden household, Mary and Wilson are in Simon's room. Mary is lying directly on top of Wilson, crying her eyes out. Wilson felt so awful for leaving her. He didn't want to, but he really didn't have a choice. He is a father first and foremost, and he must do what's best for his son. Wilson considered just taking Billy and fleeing the state, but he knew that wasn't right either. Even though he despised Brittany's parents, he didn't really have anything against his son knowing them. They didn't treat Billy badly, only Wilson. And, if Billy was asking about her, this would be a good way for him to be connected to her. Otherwise, he would go on stories rather than memories.

Mary tried for about a half an hour to think of someway to fix this, compromise- something. After that, she just gave up. She has already come to terms with the fact that Wilson was leaving her, and now was just crying over the fact that she was losing him. It was like knowing about a breakup three days before it happened. She has so many questions to ask Wilson, just so that everything is straightened out in her mind, and is now sorting through the long list in her head.

The sound of Mary crying was driving Wilson nuts. It hurt him so much to see her like this and not have one comforting thing to say to her. He wasn't too fond of the idea of starting over once again, especially in the small town of GlenOak. Not only would he have to get a new job and a new apartment, he's stuck back in suburbia. No doubt it is better for Billy to be living here rather than in a big city, but Wilson had begun to grow accustomed to city life having lived in Buffalo and Ft. Lauderdale. He was only twenty-four years old, and didn't want to give that part of his life up yet. Not that GlenOak was all that little, it did have its own airport, but Wilson never was to fond of the white picket fences where all the houses looked almost exactly the same.

All in all, though, Wilson was overjoyed to have Billy back. He could think of one negative thing about having Billy back- besides being forced to give up Mary. Wilson is going to have to give up his independence. He liked being able to go out with Mary whenever, being able to kiss her without thinking in the back of his mind that Billy was watching, and not having to- for the most part- take care of anyone besides himself. Those were freedoms Wilson hadn't had in so long, he can't remember the last time he exercised one of them before Billy left. He knew he was being selfish, but he was being honest with himself. He missed the little guy, but he didn't miss having to take care of two people, himself and Billy, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty five days a year.

Mary begins to stop crying, so Wilson ends his thoughts on all of that nonsense.

"So that's it? You're just not coming back with me on Thursday?"

"It looks that way."

"What about all of your things?"

"I'll give you money to mail most of it to me."

"And your job?"

"I'll have to get a new one."

"But you just got that one."

"I know." Wilson says, sounding upset.

"You don't seem like you want to do this."

"Honestly, I don't. I just picked up and moved across the country four months ago. I don't want to have to do all of that again."

Mary nods.

"I have an idea. One of the perks of your job is that you can work from practically anywhere in the country, right? Why don't you switch base cities to GlenOak?"

"I already thought of that, and it wouldn't work for two reasons. One, I just got transferred to Fort Lauderdale. I don't think they'd let me transfer again. I haven't even been working there for a year."

"Yeah, but-"

"And two, I don't want to live in GlenOak. I hate living with my family."

"But we wouldn't live with your family, we'd get our own place."

"We?" She asks him.

"Yeah. We've done it before."

"I couldn't do that."

Wilson is puzzled. "Why not? We were just living together as of a couple of hours ago."

"I couldn't move in with you and Billy unless we were married. The poor kid is confused enough, I wouldn't want to add to that."

Wilson agrees. "You're right."

Mary thinks for a second, then decides to just ask the question that is on her mind. "Are we breaking up?"

"I don't see why we should." Wilson answers. "Why, do you think that's the right thing to do?"

Mary stands up. "I don't know." She says, shrugging her shoulders. "We're so perfect for each other. How come it never works out?"

Wilson gets noticeably upset, too. "I don't know Mary."

She sits back down on the bed next to Wilson and takes his hand. "So are we going to stay together then?" She asks seriously. "Try the long distance thing?"

"I think we should." Wilson says. "Just because we're in two different states, doesn't change the way I feel about you."

"I agree, but it's going to be difficult."

"So we have to work a little harder, big deal."

"It is a big deal Wilson." Mary turns her head away from him. "Do you trust me?" She asks meekly.

"Yes, why wouldn't I?"

"Well, because last year we weren't together for one night and-"

"Last year was last year." He tells her putting his hand under her chin and turning her face toward his. "You're such a different person than you were last year. And the past is the past. I'm only concerned about our future." He kisses Mary lightly on the lips. "Ok?"

"Ok." She replies nuzzling into him.

"And we'll call, we'll write, we'll do something- I promise. I'm not going to let you slip away."

Mary nods. "Can we just sit like this for the rest of the day? I don't want to be away from you for a second."

He kisses the top of her head lightly. "Anything you want."

For the rest of the day, Mary and Wilson lay together in each other's arms, talking and kissing, periodically breaking into full make out sessions, but nothing more. They skip dinner, although begged multiple times to eat something, in order to stay with each other.

Now it is 11:00 P.M. and Reverend Camden is making his usual rounds, saying good night to everyone before locking up. He goes into the girls' attic bedroom to find only Lucy and Ruthie getting ready to go to bed.

"Hey Dad." Ruthie says as Eric walks through the door.

"Hello. Do either or you know where Mary is? Has she been up here?"

"Dad," Ruthie says, "what do you think?"

"Right." Eric says, nodding his head.

"Has she been in there all day?" Ruthie asks, her eyes bulging out of her head.

"Well, since we got home from church."

"It's been almost twelve hours!" Lucy comments. "I mean, I know why she's in there and everything, but you would never let me or Simon or Matt do that."

Rev. Camden agrees. "You're right."

"If I were you I'd go check on her, because we all know Mary." Lucy adds.

Their father nods, and walks down the stairs and over to Simon's bedroom. He knocks on the door, and hears nothing on the other end. He knocks again loudly, and Mary opens the door, her face tear stricken.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he says noticing Mary's change in natural disposition. "I didn't mean to interrupt anything important. I just wanted to tell you that it's late. You should head up to bed soon."

"Ok, I will," Mary answers him in a monotone voice, "in a little while."

Her father leaves, and Mary goes back to Wilson.

"What time is it?" she asks him.

"Five past eleven." He answers her, looking at is watch. "I could bring you upstairs."

"No, Lucy and Ruthie are up there. Besides, I don't want to leave."

"But Mare, you're dad-"

"I know. But no one understands that we're not doing anything. I won't stay here all night, I just don't want to leave you yet."

Wilson smiles. "Ok."

Mary lies back down, and Wilson wraps his arm around her. She lifts her head up and kisses Wilson's lips softly. She puts her head back on his chest as tears reform in her eyes. To keep them from falling, she closes her eyes, and leans into Wilson. After a couple of minutes, Wilson closes his eyes, and the two of them eventually fall asleep.

The next morning, Eric awakens and gets up to get coffee. Halfway down the stairs, he remembers telling Mary to go upstairs last night. He is sure that she went up, but he just wants to make sure. He walks up to the attic, and opens the door quietly, careful not to wake his sleeping daughters. He looks in on sleeping Ruthie and Lucy, but Mary is not up there. Eric grows angry, and shakes Lucy awake.

"Did Mary come up here last night?"

Lucy looks over at Mary's bed, rubbing her eyes. "Uh, I don't think so. I don't really remember right now. Give me five minutes- I just woke up." She mumbles, nowhere near being fully awake.

Eric gets even madder, and storms down the stairs. He barges into Simon's bedroom, and finds Wilson and Mary asleep together, laying on top of each other underneath the covers. He slams the door loudly in frustration, waking up Mary and Wilson, and the rest of the house for that matter. Mary turns over, not realizing the loud noise was from the door to the bedroom, and rolls onto Wilson. Wilson opens his eyes and sees Eric staring at the two of them. He nudges Mary, and she wakes up. She sits up and looks at her father, as does Wilson.

"You know…" Eric starts. "you get back together with this man again, and every time you do you end up breaking his heart and yours, we say nothing. You're all over him, all the time, we say nothing. You spent the whole day up here with him yesterday, lying on a bed, we say nothing. Now I think its about time we- I – say something to you Mary. What exactly are you trying to pull?"

"Nothing. We fell asleep. Nothing happened."

Eric just stares back at the two of them.

"But you know, even if we did do something, you have no control over it."

"Like hell I don't."

Wilson, Mary, and even Eric himself were surprised at his blatant use of profanity.

"Dad!" Mary yells at the top of her lungs. "I'm over 21. What I choose to do with Wilson, or any guy for that matter, is up to me. In no way does it concern you!"

"When you're under my roof, it concerns me. Now go upstairs."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Go!" He screams loudly, drawing the rest of the family out into the hallway.

Tears start to form in Mary's eyes as she runs out of the room, past her brothers and sister, and into the attic bedroom. She slams the door loudly behind her before locking it tightly. Eric stands there, still scornfully staring at Wilson.

"Um, Good morning Sir."

A/N: So, what did you think? I thought this chapter was OK. I like the interaction but my description was a little mundane, unclear, and pointless. And sorry about the long wait. I completely forgot about this story. It's funny how you do that when you post something after you wrote it. Oh well. I still hope you like it anyway.

Please review! Is anyone even reading this? ::tear::