A Different Kind of Worse Chapter Four, a 7th heaven fanfic

Wilson was awoken the next morning at 6:15 sharp. The buzzing sound of his bell resonated throughout his tiny and under-furnished apartment. He rubbed his eyes and rolled over onto his side, still not fully awake. He'd barely gotten a chance to fall asleep and now he was up again. He'd spent the remainder of last night making sure things were OK between him and Mary, smiling in front of the Camdens, taking Mary back home, and then making sure things were OK once again before returning home himself. He hadn't gotten in until almost 2:30. He was so exhausted that he only had enough energy left to peel off his clothes and literally fall into bed.

The buzzing sounded for the third time and Wilson finally rolled out of bed. He found his way to his front door without fully opening his eyes. He yawned as he pulled back on the knob and revealed himself to the person on the other side. When he felt the draft from the outside world, he looked down to check out his attire- nothing but grey and black boxers. Immediately he felt embarrassed until he looked up and saw who was at his door.

"Come in," he mumbled tiredly and shut the door behind her.

"Nice outfit," Mary said with a snicker.

He sat down on his loveseat and she followed. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Yeah," she glanced down at her watch, "6:17. It was 6:15 when I rang your bell, but you took a full two minutes to open the door."

"I'm sorry. I was sleeping- something normal people do early in the morning, especially on Saturdays, which probably explains why you are up."

"I may be abnormal, but at least I don't have bed head,"' she said. Mary tousled Wilson's dark brown locks with her fingers.

Wilson shooed her hand away and she giggled. He closed his eyes and leaned back on his couch. "Mare, I'm tired, so I'll make this quick. How did you get my address and what are you doing here so early?"

"I used the reverse white pages on the internet," she said in response to the first part of his question.

"The library isn't even open yet." Wilson knew that Mary still didn't have a computer in her house, despite the fact that the Camdens had four children living at home and in school, two of them that were in college. Mary would always beg Wilson to use his laptop, which he let her do reluctantly. Her lack of computer literacy shocked him.

"I know. I did this weeks ago, when I first got your number."

Wilson grumbled. "OK, fine. So why are you here at 6:17 this morning? I just saw you four hours ago."

"I couldn't sleep. In fact, I didn't sleep. At all. I was too wound up over everything- the wedding, seeing you again."

Wilson was finally waking up more. He looked up at Mary and opened his mouth to say something, but he noticed she was staring at his mostly naked body. A wave of self-consciousness flooded him. "Maybe I should get dressed."

Mary shrugged and diverted her glanced to the floor. "Nothing I haven't seen before."

Wilson rolled his eyes and stood up. He walked two feet from the couch and entered his bedroom, not bothering to shut the door behind him. From his closet, he pulled out a comfortable pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. Before going back to Mary, though, Wilson detoured into the bathroom, where he quickly brushed his teeth and swished around some mouthwash. He knew how much she hated morning breath.

He sat back onto the couch. "Now what were you saying?"

Mary took a deep breath. "I really wasn't saying anything because, truth be told, I don't have an answer for you. I just got dressed and once it was a sane hour to be out I left and I ended up here."

"I see," he smiled at Mary. "Are you hungry? I'll make you some breakfast."

"Sure," she answered, "but only if I can help."

"OK." The pair went into the kitchen. Wilson opened up a few random cabinets before pulling out a box of pancake mix. "I don't have any blueberries for you, but I do have whipped cream."

She laughed. "But I thought you didn't like pancakes, hated them in fact."

"I guess after years of having breakfast with you I've acquired a taste for them."

Ten minutes and one small mess later, Mary and Wilson sat down to eat. Wilson's kitchen table was a card table, his chairs wooden folding chairs. He saw Mary sizing up his place and felt embarrassed.

"I know this isn't the most posh living conditions, but it's fine for the time being."

He saw panic instantly cross Mary's face. "Time being? Where are you going?"

"No where right now," he said, "but I don't plan on being here forever." Inwardly, Wilson smiled to himself. It was nice to be wanted by someone.

"I still don't get it, though. You had a considerable amount of savings and you've got a good job. Why-"

"Why didn't I get something better? Why don't I have any furniture?" She nodded sheepishly. "I didn't want to blow it all on some lavish place and stuff I didn't need. I might need that money some day."

Mary just smiled and said nothing. When it came to finances, Wilson never listened to her anyway. He had been saving money for three years and, with a full scholarship to school, she knew he'd saved a considerable amount. Why he never spent any of it was a mystery to Mary.

"Besides" he continued, "I kind of like it. It's small and comfortable. If it were any bigger I think I'd feel lonely."

Mary's heart wrenched at the thought of him being lonely. He wasn't allowed to feel lonely; he was her rock. Apparently, Wilson needed a rock, too. It was all getting to real. Everything was beating own on Mary. She needed to get out. Mary finished the rest of her pancake quickly. "I, uh, I guess I should go. Thanks for breakfast." She stood and went for the door.

Wilson went after her. "Mary, wait."

She turned around, opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it again. She shook her head, smiled nervously, and walked out the door. Wilson put his head in his hands and sighed heavily. What had he gotten himself into? Mary could be such a handful…well, all of the time. He loved her for it, though.

As crazy as Mary could be, she was hurting. That was evident. Wilson also knew that he was hurting just as much as she was. This was stupid, he thought. It was time for him to confess his reasons for leaving and beg Mary to understand.

A/N: I know I went kind of MIA on you, and this story, but it wasn't intentional. I had this written- well, 90 of it, but I didn't have an ending to the chapter. I thought I knew what I wanted but I didn't. That's also the reason why this chapter is awful and the ending isn't even an ending. Gah it's all so frustrating.

Next chapter, Wilson goes to Mary with the purpose of explaining things, a.k.a. the whole point of this story haha.

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