Two weeks after their marriage, Mary and Wilson were almost completely settled into married life. Things were falling perfectly into place for both of them and it was all working out just fine. They both had to make some scarifies, though. It was not all fun and games. With impulsive decisions there was always a price.

Wilson didn't want Billy to be living with him and Mary while she was sick. He didn't think that it was right, or fair to him, to have to deal with that. He didn't want to have to explain to his son that after not having a mother for all of his life, Mary was sick. It was easier on both of them to leave Billy out of all of that.

Billy lived with Wilson's mother, who had even offered before Wilson asked to take Billy in with her. The relationship between Wilson's parents had progressively gotten worse, and Mrs. West had moved out. She rented a condo in another section of town, closer to Wilson and farther away from her husband. She had plenty of room and time for Billy now, and she wanted him with her to keep her company.

Mary's life outside of marriage wasn't the easiest thing either. Mary's forfeiture was contact with her family. They had her cell phone number and that was all. She hadn't seen them since she moved out the Thursday before her surgery, and she hadn't really talked to them since them. If she told them she got married, she would have to tell them that she had cancer, and she still couldn't do that. Even if she could figure out a way to tell them that she was married and nothing else, there would be too many lies involved, and that wouldn't be right either. Mary was a big fan of lying by omission, not by looking people in the eye and making things up blindly.

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Mary had lived with Wilson for two weeks, but all of her things were still not moved in. A good majority of her things were still at her parents home. As the days wore on, however, she saw that she really needed some of those things. It was mostly clothing, but she still would like to have it. After all, she did pay for most of it. With the limited communication that Mary had with her family, she found out that everyone was traveling to Phoenix to visit Grandpa Charles, instead of just having Annie go alone like she had been doing. And, after talking to Lucy, Mary learned that particular Saturday morning that the family would be away, Kevin had to work and Lucy was meeting with one of her study groups at the campus library. It was the perfect time for Mary to go back and get what she left behind.

She told the idea to Wilson Saturday morning, and he gladly accepted. From a closet, he pulled out a three-gallon plastic bin that Mary could put whatever she wanted in, and they headed out the door. He questioned her a little bit, asking why she felt it was so important to make sure no one would be there before she took him home with her, but she didn't really give him a clear answer. She was very skilled at shrugging him off without Wilson really realizing it. She'd been like with everyone, not just him, for her whole life.

The couple pulled up to the house at the precise time Mary had calculated so that no one would see them. If they arrived too early or too late, someone would inevitable be home. There was always someone home. Just to be safe, though, when they arrived she ran into the garage apartment, calling out for Lucy or Kevin. With no sign of either of them, Mary tugged Wilson into the kitchen through the back door. There, she repeated screaming out for members of her family, only this time with different names. To Mary's wonderment, there actually was no one home.

She gladly transferred her excitement to Wilson, spinning around to face him and kissing him passionately. When they pulled away, they both smiled. Mary squealed giddily and turned towards the stairs, but Wilson grabbed her by her arm to stop her.

"You realize that you're crazy, don't you?"

"Very nice," she commented, still not able to wipe the smile off her face. "Tell you wife that she's crazy." He smiled at her. "Just remember," she said trying to be as serious as possible, "I'm going to control your heavy lifting in the next half hour or so."

"Touché," he said and grabbed her hand.

They walked up the back stairs, into the upstairs hallway, and then up the stairs to the attic bedroom. Once they went inside, Mary paused and looked around at everything. It had only been two weeks, but it felt like an eternity since she moved out. The room ha different meaning now, though, because when she left she assumed that she could always come back. That was why she left so much stuff behind, to trick her mind as well as her mother's into thinking that she would be returning one day soon. Since she was married, it hit her hard as she stood there that she'd never be here permanently. Nothing would ever be the same again.

Wilson lingered by the doorframe as he watched Mary survey the room. He could see her wheels turning from feet away, and he couldn't help but wonder what was going through her head. She sure was acting odd. Before he had a chance to ask her, though, she turned back around to him with tears in her eyes. Uh-oh.

He entered the room and went over to Mary, wrapping his hands around her waist and drawing her into him. She allowed him to be close to her for just a little while before wriggling away from him. She wiped her eyes as they darted around the room, waiting for the tears to pass, and then looked back in his direction. She instructed him to take out all of the cold weather apparel off the rack closest to the bathroom and put it into the bin while she got things from the room itself.

Wilson stared at her quizzically and then walked away, leaving her almost alone in the bedroom. She went around, picking up random things that she thought she might want to have, and purposely leaving some things so that she would be a part of this room forever. She liked the idea of that- that her things would survive there even when she didn't.

Approximately ten minutes later, just as Wilson was finishing up with the clothing, Mary walked over to him. She looked into the bin and picked out about three shirts and put them back into the "closet." "Those are Ruthie's," she explained. Mary put her knickknacks into the bin and told Wilson she was finished. Again, he looked at her questioningly, but lifted the bin and went down the stairs and out to the car anyway.

The two filed in and Mary put her hand on Wilson's knee just before he started up the car. For a third time he looked at her, still not sure what was going on. "You confuse me," he said veraciously. He didn't see it fit to beat around the bush with her, as it usually got him nowhere. "I don't understand how you can be so happy one minute and so sad the next. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, it's just this house…the whole atmosphere here reminds me of everything. Everything I am giving up. I know what you are going to say, 'you can always tell them everything,' but I can't. And I know that you don't understand that, and honestly I don't know how to explain it to you. Everyone's mind works differently." She paused for a second as he processed her words. "To some extent I miss them and the whole experience of being in that house, but then again I don't. I wouldn't trade my life with you, my new life, for anything."

"Your family and I are not mutually exclusive you know."

Tears welled up in her eyes. She hated when he made her get all mushy. "I know, but for now, unless I can come up with a better plan that I don't think exists, it has to be that way."

Wilson sighed as he turned the key in the ignition. She had been this way since they got married- happy, but not truly happy. He hated to see her like that, especially since he knew that he was a good part of the problem. He didn't want to be the thing that was holding Mary back from being happy, but there was just no getting through to her. She kept pushing him away when it came to that, and drawing him close when she just couldn't take it anymore.

He thought about Mary all the way home. Were they just a bunch of crazy lovers in over their heads, or could there relationship really weather this storm that was blowing through? Was it passing, or would it be socked in for a while? Wilson's head was spinning, and so was Mary's. Individually, they were strong, but together they were unsure. However, their love was not unrequited, and that in itself could get them through many a day and many a problem. Love is powerful, and love can move mountains.

A/N: I hate this chapter. I really, really do. I know I usually say that I don't like the chapters I put out, but this is just awful. Not awfully written, but the concept if bad. I have problems with moving the plot- I admit it. They need "Plot Stallers Anonymous" or something. I would join it; I think I need it.

Even though I don't like it, maybe you do. But I'll never know unless you review!