Disclaimer: I don't own 7th Heaven or any of these characters in this story, with the exception of Hayley. Please do not borrow her or steal the name.

Basis: Well, I guess the only thing you should kind of know is that this is taking place six years from now and that there is no Carlos. Other than that, run with it.

Out With the Old, In With the Happy

In her bedroom, Mary rushed to make it on time. They would have to leave in a half an hour. She ran her fingers through her light-brown hair after slipping her sweater over her head. Wilson walked into the room and over to her.

"How do I look?" she asked him. "Respectable?"

"Ah, that explains the sweater. Besides, it's just your parents. They already know you're not respectable."

"Not funny, OK?" He smiled and put his hands on her waist. "Stop."

"Stop what? I didn't do anything."

"Yeah, but you were about to and we don't have time for that unfortunately. Now are the kids dressed?"

Before Wilson could answer, a little girl with dark brown curly hair bounced into the room.

"I'm dressed," she announced.

Wilson pulled away from Mary and picked up the young one.

"Daddy, why do I have to wear a dress if we are just going to sit in the car for the whole day?"

"Because we are going to see Mommy's Mommy and Daddy, your Grandma and Grandpa, and Mommy wants you to look nice, Hay," Wilson said to his daughter.

Hayley Lorne West, the product of Mary and Wilson's five and a half year marriage, had just turned four a week ago. She was very intelligent for her age, but rather shy. Hayley had her father's hair, which was undeniable, but even more so was that she had Mary's good looks. She was gorgeous, as four year olds go. Random people would often stop Mary in the grocery store or in the mall to tell her how beautiful her daughter was. Mary and Wilson both loved her dearly; she was their pride and joy- proof that their marriage could and would work.

"Where's Billy? Is he dressed?" Mary asked.

"I'm right here Mom," Billy said walking into the bedroom.

"You look very handsome," she said referring to his long-sleeved Rugby shirt and his khaki pants.

Unlike his father, Billy had not turned into a khakis kind of guy. They loved on the border of Washington and Oregon, right in the heart of the West coast punk rock scenes, the birthplace of such bands as Nirvana and Green Day. He was very into skateboarding and guitars. At the ripe old age of eleven and a half, he was probably every conservative mother's worst nightmare.

"I feel like a narc," he stated.

Mary was not in a pleasant mood this morning. "Do you even know what a narc is?"

"Yeah, me."

"No, the real meaning." Billy was silent. "It's someone who works for the police, sort of, pretending to sell drugs so they can bust people who regularly buy drugs."

"Like Kenny's brother?" Billy asked.

Mary shook her head, wishing she had not just heard that. "I don't want to know," she said loudly before turning to Wilson. "I'm seriously going to kill Lucy." Mary's mind immediately flashed to Kevin. "That wouldn't be a crime, would it?"

"Uh, yeah," Wilson responded.

"Why?"

"Because, if you were allowed to kill you siblings no one would have any brothers or sisters."

"I know I sure wouldn't," Mary said jokingly. She turned to her children. "Ok, why don't you guys go downstairs, get the snacks I made for you off the kitchen table, and we'll be in the car in minute, OK?"

"OK," Hayley said happily.  She was the easy one.

"I don't want a snack," Billy said glumly.

"Please," Mary begged, "just take it and get in the car."

"Whatever," eh said and walked out.

As soon as the children were gone, Wilson put his arms around Mary's waist.

"You know," she said, "he's not a teenager yet. He isn't allowed to act like this. Two more years- I need two more years."

"We both do."

"Mary sighed. "Do you think it's his friends?"

"No not his friends…but let's not get into this now." Wilson paused for a moment. "You OK?"

"No. I'm really mad at Lucy." Wilson stared back at Mary. "Don't give me that look. I know what you're thinking. You thin that if I had told them everything five and a half years ago, then we wouldn't be in this position. You're right… but you're wrong."

"Not giving him the satisfaction of a response, Mary leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Are you tired?"

"Exhausted. I haven't been this tired in…four years."

"Then call your parents and tell them you'll be there next weekend."

"No, I can't do that."

"I think you should." Mary shook her head. "OK. Are you getting sick or something?"

"I don't think so," she replied, "at least I hope not. I don't have time to be sick."

Wilson kissed the top of Mary's head. "Well, if you insist on going, we should leave. We are loosing valuable time and the kids are getting restless."

Mary and Wilson went down to the garage and outside. Hayley was standing there, shivering in the February air, watching her big brother on his skateboard.

"Dad, can I bring my board?"

"Only if you promise not to kill yourself while we are there."

Mary opened the door to the minivan. She picked Hayley up and strapped her into the car seat as Billy got in on the other side.

"How long are we going to be there for?" Billy asked as they pulled out of the driveway and onto the street.

"One night. We'll be back tomorrow afternoon."

"And how long does it take to get there."

"About eight hours. We'll be there for dinner," Wilson said.

"I haven't had dinner there," Mary said reminiscently, "since September of 2002."

"Two…three…four…five…six. Six years!" Hayley said triumphantly.

Mary turned around in her chair. "That's right sweetie. Very good."

"I can subtract two from eight," Billy said.

"You're eleven, I would hope that you could," Wilson said poking fun at his son.

Billy rolled his eyes and turned on his Walkman. Hayley pulled out her picture book from the seat in front of her. The trip was afoot.

A/N: So, what do you think? There are two more chapters of this (I already have it all written). I don't really like it, but whatever. Yeah, Mary and Wilson are kind of getting old. I mean, there is absolutely NOTHING left for me to explore with them. I am going with that for the reason of my fanfic slump. In case you care, the name Hayley came from the fabtabulous show "One Tree Hill." 

Have a comment on it? Review. I would really appreciate it.