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Mary and Wilson walked into the garage apartment after dropping Billy off to be with Wilson's parents for the day. They were eager to spend a Saturday with him, and quite frankly, Mary and Wilson were happy to get rid of him. They both knew what was coming. It had been building up for months, but the tension had strengthened this week. Matt had gotten engaged Wednesday night, of all the weird days of the week to get engaged, and they want the wedding to be as soon as possible. That choice was as much to the dislike of Eric and Annie as it was to Mary.

When they said that, Wilson just stared at Mary. He didn't say anything; he didn't have to. Mary knew all too well what he was thinking and wasn't in the mood to hear it. Matt's little announcement had made Mary think, though, as it did to Wilson. For the past few days that had worked up their list of reasons and questions in their head. All they had been waiting for was enough alone time to get their points across.

Mary sat opposite of Wilson at the table he had set up in the one-roomed makeshift apartment. "So…now what?" he asked looking at her face.

Mary glanced up at his face, then quickly darted her eyes to the wall on her right. "We could talk now. I know you've been wanting to, and I have to…kind of. Actually, I wasn't quite looking forward to it but now is as good of a time as any, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess," he commented. Here goes nothing. Wilson reached for Mary's hands and rubbed them gently to calm her before he spoke. "Have you thought about when you wanted to get married?"

She nodded. She really, really didn't want to do this. "I guess I have to be honest with you. I love you, and I respect you, and all of that stuff that I am supposed to feel, but I just don't know if I could marry you." Mary could see the shock on his face without having to look at him. "We have a strong relationship, I can't imagine having it any other way, but something just doesn't feel right between us. I've been trying to suppress feeling like that for a while, but I just can't seem to shake it. It makes me sad." She looked up at him and into his eyes. She could tell by the look on his face that he felt it, too.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." He paused for a second and squeezed her hand. "Do you want to try and work through it?"

"Do you think we can?" He shrugged his shoulders and she sighed. "I just don't want to be stringing you along with the hopes of getting married if we can figure out now that that isn't in the cards for us."

"Well, you're not exactly 'string me along.' I like being with you; I want to be with you."

She ran her fingers over the back of his hands. "I feel the same way."

Wilson was starting to get frustrated with her. "So then what are we doing Mary?"

She pulled away from him, upset by how quickly he had snapped at her. "I don't know, OK?"

Wilson stood up and moved his chair so that he was next to her. "I'm sorry." She looked up into his eyes; her Wilson-induced vulnerability never more apparent in her eyes than at that second. His voice turned more compassionate. "Why have you been taking so long, Mare? Why don't you want to get married?"

His voice sounded so sweet and innocent. It was hard for Mary to keep a brave face on, but she tried as hard as she could. "I'm scared. You scare me. Getting married to you scares me. Marriage means responsibility and I have finally gotten my life on track with everything I have to be accountable for now. Getting married would be like starting over and I don't think I can do that. Not to mention having to be able to be in charge of Billy, and work on our marriage, and look after you, and-" Wilson kissed Mary to ease her woes but it did not help. She pushed him away from her slightly. "Don't," she said. She was crying now.

"I think you can do all of that, though. Right now- you're ready."

"That's great," she said unenthusiastically, "but until I believe that I won't be able to marry you. I'm sorry."

"Then I'll wait."

"I feel so bad Wilson. I've kept you waiting for almost year now- a month in Buffalo, the two months we were apart, and then six months since you moved in here."

"Don't." He kissed her cheek. "I love you, and if I have to wait another five years for you I'll do it, because I know you love me back. If you didn't, you wouldn't be putting yourself through all of this. I'll wait until you work through all of your doubt and uncertainty- even if it takes almost forever." He embraced Mary and she let him touch her. Wilson knew that he had gotten off easy- he was so afraid that she was angry with him, or worse yet, that she was going to break things off with him. He felt so lucky to have a fiancée who was so forgiving. He would not have reacted the same way if the roles had been reversed. He and Mary always had had a very special relationship, but then again, she was a very special girl.

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A/N: Ack this is really short. I didn't realize it until I was finished with the chap though, sorry! Well, this ended kind of sucky. I went into this chapter intending to break them up, because for all intensive purposes, their relationship was falling apart. But, as you have read, it didn't turn out that way. This chapter is crap and this story ended in a really weird and abrupt way. I didn't know where I was taking this though and I just wanted to be done with it. Sorry guys!

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This ending was like the story committing suicide. You can flame me. I do not mind.

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