Who Can It Be Now Chapter 7, a 7th heaven fanfic

Mary paced back and forth in the small area that the police had awarded her to go. She was dreading Lucy coming. The last thing that she wanted was for Lucy to look at her with sympathetic eyes and try to help. There would not be anything she would be able to do. Wilson was gone and no one can fix that.

Lucy pulled into the street, driving cautiously as she usually did, and stopped it a few feet away from Mary was standing. She climbed out and locked the car, taking her purse with her. As soon as Mary saw her, all her previous notions about what she thought Lucy would be like in this situation were erased. She needed someone to comfort her- someone who would be a little less rigid than Kevin was.

Mary walked over to Lucy's car and met her as she walked. Lucy just threw her arms around Mary and, although she was much smaller, pulled Mary in closely. As Mary let go of everything and cried harder than she knew she ever could, Lucy tried to think of something to say to Mary that would be at least remotely comforting in this heart-wrenching situation.

"You know he loved you," Lucy said.

Mary nodded onto Lucy's shoulder. "I know. That's what makes this so hard."

Kevin came over to the sisters the first chance that he got. He was admittedly busy now that the GlenOak Police Department had a big case on its hands, but he really wasn't panning out to have a big role in it anyway. He could steal away for a few moments to see his wife and check on his sister-in-law.

Mary, who was always so strong and carried herself in such a way that made most people stay back, now seemed so fragile in Lucy's arms. It was a sorry sight to see.

"So," Mary sniveled when she saw Kevin come nearer. "How goes it?"

"Not too great. There isn't much to go by. There was no sign of forced entry, nothing broken in the house, nothing to indicate anything."

"What does that mean?"

"It means they are definitely going to want to question you later."

"What? Why?"

"Because you had a key. You wouldn't have had to break a window or jimmy the lock or anything to get inside his house."

"But-" Mary could barely choke out words through her sobs. "I didn't. I wouldn't. I-I. I loved him."

Lucy hugged Mary again. After everything she had been through in the past year, this was the last thing that Mary needed. Their family didn't need it, either. No one deserves to live in fear and with regret. Now Mary would probably live with both for the rest of her life.

When Mary finally felt like there was no further need for her to stand outside of Wilson's house, she left. Before she left, one of the detectives that had come down had urged her not to go anywhere far. They were going to have to question her at some point, get her official alibi and all of that. Mary just nodded as everyone kept speaking to her, only absorbing about half of what they were telling her. She just needed to get home.

Mary sat in her car outside of her house, waiting for someone to come out and get her. Lucy agreed to go inside and tell the family so that Mary wouldn't have to. As she sat there, she kept thinking of Wilson. Feeling his presence next to her, near her. It was going to take a while to get him out of her head. He wouldn't be there to talk to, to snuggle up next to at night, to tell her when she was acting nuts. She was just going to need to accept that and move on. How else was she going to be able to survive?

Mary guessed who was going to come running out to her first. Her mother? Lucy again? Eric came walking out somberly and got into the passenger's side of Mary's car. She didn't look at him for a few moments, but when she did she could barely keep the tears in her eyes from falling.

"Remember when I brought you home from the hospital after you were hit by that car and told you you were going to have a tough road ahead of you?" She nodded slowly, sucking in her lips. "This is going to be the same way. It's not going to be easy, but you are capable of getting through this."

A few tears finally fell from her eyes. "I don't think I can."

Eric smiled slightly, remembering his conversation with Mary from the past. "You're the most fearless person I know. Face this head on. Eventually you will be OK." Mary started to sob. "It will all be OK."

Birds swept down from the sky and dove toward the ground. They started out small and brown, but the closer they came the darker and bigger they got until they morphed into crows with a twelve foot wingspan. Wilson and Billy were running as fast as they could, but it wasn't fast enough. Billy, who was lagging behind, was the first victim. A bird swooped down from the air and lifted the hair off of his head with its beak. Billy fell to the ground and crumbled into bloody morsels of flesh that bounced on impact with the ground and then rained down. Wilson was still going strong, but the birds were getting faster. One of them tried to grab at his hair, but with limited success. He cawed for backup and two more birds came. All three tried to lift off Wilson's hair, but he was clutching it tightly. Finally, the birds won out and flew away with it. Wilson suffered the same fate as Billy did, falling to the ground and crumbling, only before he fell she saw his face. Scared, tired, angry- so much emotion from that bald head.

Mary shook her head and cleared her mind. If those were what her daydreams were like, she was happy that she was too upset to sleep. She quietly walked around to all of the doors in the house that lead to the outside, locking them one by one before settling back on the stool in the kitchen. She'd cried for approximately ten hours, sat bemused and alone for another three, and then went downstairs to check the locks. As much as she knew it was being selfish to be so concerned with herself at this point, she was petrified that someone was after her. As far as Mary knew, Wilson didn't have any enemies. This made no sense.

She looked down at her hands. They were trembling. She tried to make them stop by clenching her muscles, but to no avail. The strength of her emotions was far stronger than her physical strength.

A/N: Well, let's see now. I still think Mary and everyone else are completely unfeeling. Mary's daydream came out of my own insane fear of birds. That's all I've got I think.

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