DISCLAIMER: You all know that 7th Heaven is not mine. I will not talk about how I wish Simon was mine, because he isn't in this fic, but if I go back to my Simon/Cecilia theme, I'll ramble about him again! Alyssa is mine. The title for this chapter, and the lines at the end are from the Simon and Garfunkle song, "I Am a Rock."

MY NOTES: I love Mary and Wilson...Don't you? There are a few minor things in this fic that might not make sense unless you read "Something You Can't Take Back." So you can go read that...Except that it's so minor it won't be a big deal... This is set a year later.

DEDICATION: To Kay Kay and Camden-Kinkirk, who requested Mary/Wilson first of all! I know there are prolly others that want Mary/Wilson, but you two were the only ones when I read my reviews...


Wilson West was in love with the blue-eyed girl who was sitting across from him in the kitchen of his apartment. The only other time he had been in love, it had been with his son's mother. And then there was...No. He didn't even want to think about her. Not after what she had done to him.

He'd asked Mary Camden to marry him, and she'd said yes. But on their wedding day, she had left him standing at the altar.

Then she'd run away, and, only two months later, married Carlos Rivera. He'd thought she'd loved him, but it had taken her two months to find a new guy. Some love.

But a year later, he had met a girl. A good, down-to-earth sweetheart of a girl named Alyssa Hart. A girl who truly loved both him and Billy. She was two years younger than Wilson, and still in college. She was always helping with Billy, or cooking hot meals for them. Which was great. Wilson hated his own cooking. And so did Billy. But Alyssa was studying to be a chef. So, needless to say, Wilson and Billy never went hungry.

So he was finally happy. Alyssa was everything he'd ever dreamed of. She meant everything to him.

That night he walked her out to her car. She turned to look up at him. "Thanks for coming over," he said.

"Any time. I love you, Wilson."

"I love you, too."

She looked up and looked so very vulnerable that he couldn't hold himself back. He leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers. She put her arms around his neck and held on tightly. He had his arms around her waist and they just stood there, savoring the moment.

He brushed a stray bunch of curly hair out of his face, and said, "Good night.

"Good night."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"Please, Carlos," Mary Rivera sobbed. "Please don't leave me!"

"Mary, I don't know why I married you in the first place! TĂș eres loco!" He began spouting off in Spanish about how crazy she was and how he didn't know why he'd ever married her. Mary hated it when he spoke Spanish.

"Carlos, we're having a baby. I'm your wife. How can you just leave me? I love you, and I can't raise this baby alone."

"Well, you're gonna have to," he yelled. "I've had it, Mary!"

"What am I doing that's so wrong?"

"You wanted to get our marriage annulled. And you told Lucy that you didn't know why you married me. I loved you, Mary. I LOVED you. Why did you marry me if you don't care about me?"

"I do care about you, Carlos." She pled with him as tears streaked her face.

"Then why did you want our marriage annulled."

"I barely knew you, Carlos. But I love you now."

"Come on, Mary." He rolled his eyes.

"Carlos, please don't leave me."

"Why not? You were gonna leave me."

Carlos picked up his suitcase and headed for the door. Mary collapsed on the floor as he slammed the door behind him.

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Wilson was fast a sleep when his phone rang at 11:00. "Hello?" he said, his voice slightly slurred with sleep.

"Mr. West?" said an unfamiliar female voice.


"Alyssa Hart is here in the Buffalo General Hospital. She's been in a car accident, and yours was the only contact number we found on her."

"OK. I'll be there in as soon as I can."

He pulled his clothes on and dressed Billy, putting the sleepy boy in the car. As they rode to the hospital, nothing except Billy talking to himself broke the silence. They pulled up in front of the hospital, and Wilson took Billy out of the car, carrying him so that he wouldn't slow him down. He ran into the hospital, not even noticing how heavy he was.

The nurse at the desk gave Wilson a chastising look as he ran up to the desk. "No running in the hospital."

"I'm sorry. I'm looking for Alyssa Hart."

A sympathetic look took the place of the chastising one. "Are you a family member."

"She's my new mommy," Billy piped up.

The woman looked sadly at the little boy, then turned back to Wilson. "What's your name, young man?"

"Wilson West."

"Have a seat over there, Mr. West. I'll be right with you."

Wilson sat down, clinging to Billy like a lost child to his doll. He rubbed his eyes, trying not to cry. He knew that it wasn't good.

Billy had called Alyssa his new mommy. That thought alone made Wilson want to cry. He saw the nurse coming toward him, and he rubbed his eyes again. "Mr. West?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"I'm very sorry. Your wife passed away a very short time ago."

Wilson didn't bother to tell her that Alyssa wasn't his wife.

"Do her parents know?" he managed to croak.

"Yes. They were just informed."

Wilson closed his eyes. The nurse looked at him. "Mr. West, you need to go home and try to rest."

He nodded, took Billy's hand and led him out to the car. He drove home and put Billy to bed. He couldn't believe that the same woman he'd kissed right in the driveway, right at this apartment building, was gone. He went to bed and curled into a fetal position. And then he cried. He cried like an abandoned child. And he swore to himself that he would never fall in love again. Love caused him too much pain.


And a rock feels no pain.

And an island never cries.


A/N: Thanks for reading! I love getting reviews! So click that purple button!

I know this went a little fast paced, but this was more of a "get the facts out there" type chappie.

Review, and Wilson might take back the swear he made to never fall in love again...lol...