A/N: I haven't written an Everwood fic in a while! But, Monday's episode
inspired me to write this one. So, tell me what you think. This takes place
the day after Colin's fight with Bright and Ephram.
Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood.
Intervention
Chapter 1: The Morning After
Ephram Brown stood in front of the kitchen cabinet trying to decide what cereal he wanted for breakfast. His half-asleep body was currently in a daze, wishing he was back in his bed.
Andy Brown walked into the kitchen and noticed his son staring into the cabinet.
"Morning Ephram." He called out, walking over to the fridge. "Care to tell me what is so fascinating about our pantry?"
"Huh?" Ephram replied, realizing his had spaced out. "Oh, I was just getting some breakfast."
"Well, I could always make you something." Andy mused, knowing his children's feelings towards his cooking.
"Cheerios it is." Ephram replied, holding up the box.
Andy laughed. "Make it two."
Ephram grabbed two bowls and started pouring. He carried them over to the table and handed one to his father as he sat down.
"Good morning." Delia announced as she joined them.
"Hi sweetheart." Andy replied as his daughter grabbed a poptart.
She sat down next to Ephram.
"Didn't Dad rule those out as breakfast food?" he remarked, watching her eat. "I mean, technically, if it's filled with chocolate and marshmallow its considered dessert." "He's right you know." Andy agreed. "From now on, poptarts will be considered contraband."
Delia made a face. "What's contraband?"
"It means, that you can't eat them." Ephram remarked, pulling the poptart from her hand. "Go get yourself some Cheerios."
"You're like another father." She remarked, hitting Ephram's arm as she got up from the table.
"Ow." Ephram winced, as he drew back the arm that Colin had nearly broken the night before.
Andy looked up from the newspaper he had been reading. "You ok?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm fine." He replied quickly, not wanting his father to know about Colin.
"You sure?" he asked. "Maybe I should look at it."
"No. I think I twisted it playing basketball in gym yesterday." He said. "It's no big."
"You played a sport?" Andy asked, in feigned disbelief. "Willingly?"
"Yeah, well the 'I got stuck in lab' excuse has kind of worn out its use." Ephram replied. He got up from the table and put his bowl in the sink.
"I always told my gym teacher that my doctor told me not to participate." Andy laughed.
"Yeah, well these days you need an actual note." Ephram remarked. "Which you could help me out with..."
"I don't think so." Andy retorted, getting up from the table. "I only use my super powers for good."
"When is this whole famous neurosurgeon for a dad scenario going to work out in my favor?" Ephram asked.
"Well, if you ever need an operation on your brain, I'm your guy." Andy joked. Ephram rolled his eyes. "And on that note, I'm gonna be late for school. So, I'll see you tonight."
"Yep." Andy replied. "I'll get some takeout from Gino Chang's." he suggested.
"Ok." Ephram agreed. "And, although I still feel incredibly weird requesting this combination, get me lasagna and some egg rolls."
"Sure thing. Have a good day!" Andy called, as Ephram left.
Andy smiled to himself as he went back to pack Delia's lunch. He and Ephram were definitely making progress.
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Meanwhile, at the Abbott house, both Bright and Amy were getting ready to leave.
"Did you put ice on that?" Amy asked him, as she moved about the kitchen, packing her lunch.
"Yes Mom." He replied.
"That's not funny." Amy scolded. "Believe me, if I had given birth to you, you would have been sold to the circus."
"Ha ha." Bright remarked. He took a sip of his orange juice. "Does it really look that bad?"
"Your eye is black, but other than that, no." she told him.
"It sure as hell hurts." He remarked.
"Well, whatever dumbass comment you made probably deserved it." She observed. "Seriously Bright, you never think before you act."
"I already told you; I didn't say anything." Bright replied. "So don't go getting all holier than thou art on me."
"Well you must have done something to upset him." Amy remarked, shoving books into her backpack. "Colin wouldn't just hit you for no reason."
"Not the old one anyway." Bright mumbled.
"What did you say?" Amy asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Look Amy, I know you're pumped that he's back and all, I was too, at first." Bright sympathized. "But that's not the Colin we knew, and as much as you let on otherwise, you feel the same way."
"What are you talking about?" Amy asked, annoyed. "I know he isn't completely back to normal, but the fact that he's even alive is a miracle. And he's walking, talking, even back to playing sports. He's almost there, Bright. We need to be patient."
"No, we need to be careful." Bright protested. "His attitude is dangerous. Everything sets him off. The old Colin wouldn't hurt anyone. This new guy's scary."
"He punched you Bright." Amy stated. "You guys were fooling around, and he hit your eye by mistake. That's all. Colin doesn't have a problem."
"Yes he does Amy." Bright pleaded, growing more and more emotional. "This was not just a punch in the eye. He fought me. And if he ever did this to you, I don't know what I'd do. I'd probably kill him."
"Colin would never hurt me." Amy declared, angrily.
"After what he did to me and Brown, I wouldn't put it past him." Bright replied, instantly regretting it.
"Wait a minute." Amy spun around. "He hurt Ephram too?" she asked, looking Bright in the eye.
Bright didn't respond.
"Tell me, Bright." She commanded. "What did he do to him?"
"Amy," Bright started, reluctantly, "he almost broke Ephram's arm."
Amy stood there, a blank look on her face.
"It's not really him Amy." Bright reasoned. "We need to get him help."
"We're gonna be late." Was all she could say, as they headed out to the truck.
TBC!!!
What did you think? Should I continue? Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood.
Intervention
Chapter 1: The Morning After
Ephram Brown stood in front of the kitchen cabinet trying to decide what cereal he wanted for breakfast. His half-asleep body was currently in a daze, wishing he was back in his bed.
Andy Brown walked into the kitchen and noticed his son staring into the cabinet.
"Morning Ephram." He called out, walking over to the fridge. "Care to tell me what is so fascinating about our pantry?"
"Huh?" Ephram replied, realizing his had spaced out. "Oh, I was just getting some breakfast."
"Well, I could always make you something." Andy mused, knowing his children's feelings towards his cooking.
"Cheerios it is." Ephram replied, holding up the box.
Andy laughed. "Make it two."
Ephram grabbed two bowls and started pouring. He carried them over to the table and handed one to his father as he sat down.
"Good morning." Delia announced as she joined them.
"Hi sweetheart." Andy replied as his daughter grabbed a poptart.
She sat down next to Ephram.
"Didn't Dad rule those out as breakfast food?" he remarked, watching her eat. "I mean, technically, if it's filled with chocolate and marshmallow its considered dessert." "He's right you know." Andy agreed. "From now on, poptarts will be considered contraband."
Delia made a face. "What's contraband?"
"It means, that you can't eat them." Ephram remarked, pulling the poptart from her hand. "Go get yourself some Cheerios."
"You're like another father." She remarked, hitting Ephram's arm as she got up from the table.
"Ow." Ephram winced, as he drew back the arm that Colin had nearly broken the night before.
Andy looked up from the newspaper he had been reading. "You ok?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm fine." He replied quickly, not wanting his father to know about Colin.
"You sure?" he asked. "Maybe I should look at it."
"No. I think I twisted it playing basketball in gym yesterday." He said. "It's no big."
"You played a sport?" Andy asked, in feigned disbelief. "Willingly?"
"Yeah, well the 'I got stuck in lab' excuse has kind of worn out its use." Ephram replied. He got up from the table and put his bowl in the sink.
"I always told my gym teacher that my doctor told me not to participate." Andy laughed.
"Yeah, well these days you need an actual note." Ephram remarked. "Which you could help me out with..."
"I don't think so." Andy retorted, getting up from the table. "I only use my super powers for good."
"When is this whole famous neurosurgeon for a dad scenario going to work out in my favor?" Ephram asked.
"Well, if you ever need an operation on your brain, I'm your guy." Andy joked. Ephram rolled his eyes. "And on that note, I'm gonna be late for school. So, I'll see you tonight."
"Yep." Andy replied. "I'll get some takeout from Gino Chang's." he suggested.
"Ok." Ephram agreed. "And, although I still feel incredibly weird requesting this combination, get me lasagna and some egg rolls."
"Sure thing. Have a good day!" Andy called, as Ephram left.
Andy smiled to himself as he went back to pack Delia's lunch. He and Ephram were definitely making progress.
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Meanwhile, at the Abbott house, both Bright and Amy were getting ready to leave.
"Did you put ice on that?" Amy asked him, as she moved about the kitchen, packing her lunch.
"Yes Mom." He replied.
"That's not funny." Amy scolded. "Believe me, if I had given birth to you, you would have been sold to the circus."
"Ha ha." Bright remarked. He took a sip of his orange juice. "Does it really look that bad?"
"Your eye is black, but other than that, no." she told him.
"It sure as hell hurts." He remarked.
"Well, whatever dumbass comment you made probably deserved it." She observed. "Seriously Bright, you never think before you act."
"I already told you; I didn't say anything." Bright replied. "So don't go getting all holier than thou art on me."
"Well you must have done something to upset him." Amy remarked, shoving books into her backpack. "Colin wouldn't just hit you for no reason."
"Not the old one anyway." Bright mumbled.
"What did you say?" Amy asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Look Amy, I know you're pumped that he's back and all, I was too, at first." Bright sympathized. "But that's not the Colin we knew, and as much as you let on otherwise, you feel the same way."
"What are you talking about?" Amy asked, annoyed. "I know he isn't completely back to normal, but the fact that he's even alive is a miracle. And he's walking, talking, even back to playing sports. He's almost there, Bright. We need to be patient."
"No, we need to be careful." Bright protested. "His attitude is dangerous. Everything sets him off. The old Colin wouldn't hurt anyone. This new guy's scary."
"He punched you Bright." Amy stated. "You guys were fooling around, and he hit your eye by mistake. That's all. Colin doesn't have a problem."
"Yes he does Amy." Bright pleaded, growing more and more emotional. "This was not just a punch in the eye. He fought me. And if he ever did this to you, I don't know what I'd do. I'd probably kill him."
"Colin would never hurt me." Amy declared, angrily.
"After what he did to me and Brown, I wouldn't put it past him." Bright replied, instantly regretting it.
"Wait a minute." Amy spun around. "He hurt Ephram too?" she asked, looking Bright in the eye.
Bright didn't respond.
"Tell me, Bright." She commanded. "What did he do to him?"
"Amy," Bright started, reluctantly, "he almost broke Ephram's arm."
Amy stood there, a blank look on her face.
"It's not really him Amy." Bright reasoned. "We need to get him help."
"We're gonna be late." Was all she could say, as they headed out to the truck.
TBC!!!
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