A Tale of Love and War
Summary: Six-year-old Charlie Rivera is abused by his father. When lawyer, Wilson West gets involved in the case, will old feelings resurface for the fifth time? This epic tale tells the story of a broken family and reunited teenage lovers.
Rating: PG-13 for suggestive themes, harsh language, and mentions of child abuse.
Disclaimer: I own no characters that you recognize, I only own those you do not, and the plot they are partaking in.
Chapter Three: You and Me
"Wilson!" Mary squealed; running up to the man she had loved for over ten years now, and planting a kiss flat on his lips.
Wilson pulled away and gave her a cold look.
"Mare, look, I would love to do that, but we need to talk. There's a reason you're here."
Mary smiled. "I know that. I'm here because Kevin told me you were here. In fact, I've booked a hotel for the week if you wanted to come stay with me."
Wilson raised his eyebrows and laughed.
"Alright," he said. "Who are you and what the hell did you do with my ex-girlfriend who I'm guessing wants to be my girlfriend again?"
Mary giggled and kissed Wilson's cheek. "I'm Mary Camden. This whole being on my own thing, and I really do mean on my own, has gotten to me I guess. Who are you?"
"Mare, look, the reason I'm here isn't to see you. Well, not exactly." Wilson and Mary headed out to his car where he proceeded to tell the story he had told to Roxanne, Kevin, and the Camden's.
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"Oh Wilson! Look, please stay with me tonight. We won't do anything, I swear. I just need you to stay with me." once she was sitting on the single full-sized bed in her hotel room.
Wilson smiled. "Of course Mare. So then, just like old times 'eh? Only without Matt to ruin it."
Although he knew that Mary had ulterior motives, he was sure she wouldn't go too far.
Mary smirked as she grabbed her bag and headed to the bathroom to change as Wilson picked up the phone.
"Camden residence." a four year old Savannah said.
"Hey, could I talk to your grandma?" Wilson asked, silently laughing.
Savannah nodded, not realizing that Wilson couldn't tell, and ran to the living room to get Annie.
"Hello?" Annie asked.
"Hey Annie, it's Wilson. I've picked up Mary. She's doing just fine, but she doesn't really want to be alone right now, so I'm gonna sit the night with her and bring her over in the morning if that's okay."
"That's just fine Wilson. We'll see the both of you in the morning."
Annie smiled. She had missed Wilson and the way he cared for his daughter. In all honesty, she didn't mind them spending the night together one bit. She had actually hoped that this event would bring them together.
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Wilson gasped as Mary emerged from the hotel bathroom in a silk black nightdress that went down only about a foot from her waist.
Wilson took off his jacket and tie, and his black dress pants and folded them in a neat pile by the bed, leaving him dressed in his boxer shorts and a plain white t-shirt.
Mary smiled and wrapped her arms around Wilson's neck, and placed her lips gently on his neck.
"I love you." she murmured in his ear, pulling him down onto the bed with her.
"I love you too Mare." Wilson replied, massaging the small of her back with his fists.
Mary pulled away from him and sat up, a wide smirk crossing her face.
She slipped her hands under the back of Wilson's shirt and slid it off gently.
She sat back and admired his evenly toned chest.
Mary traced his muscles with her fingers, and moved her hands up to his hair and ran her fingers through it as if she was in 7th Heaven. (excuse the cliché/pun/whatever you wanna call it)
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The next morning Mary woke up in Wilson's arms, her head nestled against Wilson's bare chest. She slipped out of bed and pulled on a deep green cami, and a pair of her favorite stonewashed Arizona Jeans.
"Wilson." she muttered, shaking him awake. "We've gotta get going. It's already 8 O' Clock. And knowing my family, we're dead if we don't get there as soon as possible."
Wilson laughed and pulled Mary down on top of him. They kissed for a while, but eventually Mary pulled away and threw Wilson's shirt and pants at him, while putting his jacket and tie in her suitcase.
Wilson sighed as he pulled on his shirt, and leaned over to the phone.
"Kinkirk residence, Kevin speaking."
"Hey Kevin, its Wilson. Let Annie and Eric know that we're on our way over."
"Alright Wilson, no problem. We'll see ya in a few."
Mary laughed as Wilson hung up the phone.
"Hey Wilson, is there anything I should know about? Any little surprises?" Mary asked.
"Umm..." Wilson said. "Ruthie is dating that Martin guy, Simon got married a few years ago, and his wife, Rose, is pregnant. Lucy and Kevin have a daughter, Savannah, she's 4. And Matt, well, he's still the same old Matt. And of course, there's you Mare. You and me. Forever."
Mary smiled as the too of them exited the hotel and headed to Wilson's car.
