That Was When He Saw Her Chapter 25, a 7th heaven fanfic

Wilson swam hard and fast, tearing through the water in front of him in his lane. Sports really were a great way to get out all of your aggressions with life. At first he hadn't wanted to run, but in time he grew to love that too. Physical exercise often brought him perfect mental clarity, and he enjoyed the alone time.

He touched the wall and pulled his head out of the water quickly to look up at his coach. Wilson knew that was a good swim; he could feel it when his hands glided through the water and his feet kicked behind him.

"50.1," Coach Walker yelled out. The entire pool clapped. "Congrats kid. You did it."

Wilson smiled widely. "Wow. Great."

"Yeah, it is great, and that's all you need. I don't want you to kill yourself anymore trying to get that down. Just stay at 50. You'll smoke the competition for sure with that time."

"Are you absolutely sure? Because-"

"I'm sure." Coach Walker laughed. "Quit bellyaching. You're fine."

Wilson put his hand lovingly on top of Becca's. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. I got my time down enough. 50.1. Now I just have to maintain it and I should be good for nationals."

"That's great." She kissed his cheek. "I'm proud of you. And, speaking of overcoming obstacles…I got an 87 on my French test."

"What?" His face lit up and he reached out to hug her. "Becca, that's great."

"And I've read about half of my book so far for English class."

"Great."

"It's not that great. I've just been stuck here sitting. There isn't much else to do but homework."

"Could that perhaps be the silver lining?" he asked as he rubbed his hand over hers.

"All I see is cloud."

Wilson smiled sadly. "I'm sorry."

"Me, too, but it's fine. You do what you've got to do." She yawned. "And what I think I should do right now is go to bed. Will you take me?"

"Gladly" he answered as he stood and picked her up.

Becca saw Wilson write his name on his homework and smiled at him.

"What?"

"Nothing. I like your name. Wilson. It's different. You don't meet too many guys named Wilson."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she said. "Have you ever met anyone else with your name?"

"No, unless you want to count a basketball."

She laughed. "What are you talking about?"

"Wilson. It's a sports company. They make balls."

"Baseballs? I like baseball."

"No, I don't think they make baseballs," he said as he inched closer to her.

"Really?"

He kissed her passionately, and then pulled away. "Nope."

A/N: Another short one. Next chapter will be up right after this one. And just a quick note about the name thing. It was an add-in so that it would fit in with later in the story. You'll see when we get there.

I think Wilson's name is groovy. Please review.