A/N: Hi everyone. I've decided to start my 3rd Everwood fanfics after
watching the premiere. It was so powerful, and it reminded me why I love
the show so much. So, without further ado, here's the story. Please review
so I know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood.
The Aftermath
Chapter One
The one certain thing about life is that it goes on. Even after the greatest of disasters, the toughest of losses, it is human nature to pick up the pieces, and start over again. The people of Everwood were proof of this. Four months after the devastating loss of the very heart and soul of the town, life was slowly returning to normal. Time pressed on as autumn painted its colorful tapestry across the Colorado suburb. As the air grew cooler, the days became shorter, and the leaves transformed, children returned to school, and the summer's carefree lifestyle disappeared. People carried on. They never forgot, of course, but they tried to get used to life without him. This was easier for some than others.
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Ephram Brown groaned as he reached over to shut off his beeping alarm clock. He blinked and noticed the time. 6:15. "It should be illegal to be up this early." He thought to himself as he dragged himself out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he got dressed and poked his head into his younger sister's room to wake her.
"Hey, Deil." He called. "Time to get up."
Delia rolled over and yawned. "Ok." She sat up and rubbed her eyes.
Ephram continued onto the kitchen where he thought he could smell bacon frying. Sure enough, there was Dr. Andy Brown standing at the stove.
"Dad?" Ephram asked, bewildered.
"Good morning, Ephram." Andy cheerfully replied.
"You made breakfast?" Ephram was puzzled.
"Not just any breakfast." Andy responded, clearly proud of himself. "Edible breakfast."
"Well now there's a concept." Ephram remarked, sitting down to a plate of French toast and bacon. "Food you can actually eat." He tentatively took a bite.
"Well?" Andy asked, expectantly.
"Not bad." Ephram replied. Andy smiled.
Delia entered the room, and greeted her family. "What's not bad?" she asked.
"Dad's cooking." Ephram replied.
"You cooked?" Delia asked.
"I sure did." Andy replied. "Here." He handed her a plate. "You look very nice, by the way." He told her, noticing her skirt and blouse.
"Do you like it?" she asked. "Nina helped me pick it out."
"Wow." Ephram commented, glancing at his sister. "You actually match. Since when did you start dressing like a girl."
"I am a girl, dummy." Delia retorted. "And all the other girls in my class are wearing skirts today. We decided yesterday."
"Well I think it's nice that you're making new friends." Andy told Delia.
"Oh yeah!" Delia exclaimed. "I almost forgot. Brittney's mom is going to pick us up from school so I can play at her house, ok Dad?"
"I thought Brittney's mom didn't like dad." Ephram remarked.
"She liked what he said at Colin's assembly." Delia replied. "So now me and Brittney can be friends again."
"Delia, you tell Brittney's mom I'll pick you up right after I close the office." Andy instructed. "Finish your breakfast, the bus will be here soon."
Delia finished her French toast and hopped on the school bus. Shortly thereafter, Andy dropped Ephram off at County High.
Ephram sighed as he walked down the sterile halls to his locker. He'd only been in school two weeks, and already he was bored. This was not a good sign. He had to crack down this year. Junior year is the most important. Ephram rolled his eyes at that thought as he reached his locker. He found it hard to believe that one year of high school could alter his entire future. Still, he had to try hard, he reminded himself, as he pulled books off the shelf. He finished at his locker and walked down the hall to his first period history class. He was distracted by a tall blonde who made her way across the hall towards him.
"Hey Amy." He greeted.
"Hi Ephram." She replied, that ever present hint of sadness in her voice.
"What's up?" he asked her, as they continued down the hall.
"Nothing." Amy replied. She sounded like she had something to say, but she remained silent.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Yeah." Amy replied. "Um, I'm good."
"Ok." Ephram said.
"Uh, I um, I gotta go." She explained. "To English. See you later."
"Bye." Ephram called out. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. This was pretty much how every conversation went for the past two weeks. Amy seemed to be somewhere else, not acknowledging the life she had right now. Ephram attributed it to still grieving, but he wondered how long she could carry on until she finally cracked. He wasn't one to pry, but he hoped she would tell him whatever it was soon.
Ephram arrived at history and took his seat. He took out his notes from the previous day, and looked over them, just in case there was a quiz.
"Well look at you, Mr. Smartie Pants." A female voice remarked, as its owner took her seat behind Ephram.
"Morning Laynie." Ephram replied, spinning around to face her.
"Hey." She remarked. "So which came first, the Stamp Act, or the Boston Tea Party?" she asked.
"Is this supposed to be some philosophical chicken or egg question?" Ephram asked.
"No seriously, which came first? I need to know for the quiz." Laynie replied.
"Well, in that case, the Stamp Act." Ephram explained.
"Ok, got it: stamps then tea." Laynie remarked.
"You know, this is a switch. I'm usually the slacker asking for last minute answers." Ephram pointed out.
"I am not a slacker!" Laynie exclaimed. "I just asked you to clarify."
"Sure." Ephram replied. "So what, did you leave your book in school?"
"No." Laynie replied. "I fell asleep reading it."
Ephram laughed. "I can relate."
"But believe me, it will not happen again." Laynie assured him. "I wouldn't want to live up to my slacker reputation."
Ephram laughed as the teacher entered the room and the bell rang. As predicted, a pop quiz was handed out. Ephram wrote his name at the top and completed the five questions. He flipped his paper over and looked around the classroom. Some people were still working, so he sat there, thinking. His gaze turned absentmindedly to the doorway of the classroom. He heard running feet from down the hallway. As they grew closer, he noticed who they belonged to: a tall blonde girl, who looked as though she had just burst into tears. Ephram immediately recognized her, and raised his hand to ask for the bathroom pass. He ran out of the classroom, and ran after her.
"Amy!" he called.
TBC!
Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood.
The Aftermath
Chapter One
The one certain thing about life is that it goes on. Even after the greatest of disasters, the toughest of losses, it is human nature to pick up the pieces, and start over again. The people of Everwood were proof of this. Four months after the devastating loss of the very heart and soul of the town, life was slowly returning to normal. Time pressed on as autumn painted its colorful tapestry across the Colorado suburb. As the air grew cooler, the days became shorter, and the leaves transformed, children returned to school, and the summer's carefree lifestyle disappeared. People carried on. They never forgot, of course, but they tried to get used to life without him. This was easier for some than others.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ephram Brown groaned as he reached over to shut off his beeping alarm clock. He blinked and noticed the time. 6:15. "It should be illegal to be up this early." He thought to himself as he dragged himself out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he got dressed and poked his head into his younger sister's room to wake her.
"Hey, Deil." He called. "Time to get up."
Delia rolled over and yawned. "Ok." She sat up and rubbed her eyes.
Ephram continued onto the kitchen where he thought he could smell bacon frying. Sure enough, there was Dr. Andy Brown standing at the stove.
"Dad?" Ephram asked, bewildered.
"Good morning, Ephram." Andy cheerfully replied.
"You made breakfast?" Ephram was puzzled.
"Not just any breakfast." Andy responded, clearly proud of himself. "Edible breakfast."
"Well now there's a concept." Ephram remarked, sitting down to a plate of French toast and bacon. "Food you can actually eat." He tentatively took a bite.
"Well?" Andy asked, expectantly.
"Not bad." Ephram replied. Andy smiled.
Delia entered the room, and greeted her family. "What's not bad?" she asked.
"Dad's cooking." Ephram replied.
"You cooked?" Delia asked.
"I sure did." Andy replied. "Here." He handed her a plate. "You look very nice, by the way." He told her, noticing her skirt and blouse.
"Do you like it?" she asked. "Nina helped me pick it out."
"Wow." Ephram commented, glancing at his sister. "You actually match. Since when did you start dressing like a girl."
"I am a girl, dummy." Delia retorted. "And all the other girls in my class are wearing skirts today. We decided yesterday."
"Well I think it's nice that you're making new friends." Andy told Delia.
"Oh yeah!" Delia exclaimed. "I almost forgot. Brittney's mom is going to pick us up from school so I can play at her house, ok Dad?"
"I thought Brittney's mom didn't like dad." Ephram remarked.
"She liked what he said at Colin's assembly." Delia replied. "So now me and Brittney can be friends again."
"Delia, you tell Brittney's mom I'll pick you up right after I close the office." Andy instructed. "Finish your breakfast, the bus will be here soon."
Delia finished her French toast and hopped on the school bus. Shortly thereafter, Andy dropped Ephram off at County High.
Ephram sighed as he walked down the sterile halls to his locker. He'd only been in school two weeks, and already he was bored. This was not a good sign. He had to crack down this year. Junior year is the most important. Ephram rolled his eyes at that thought as he reached his locker. He found it hard to believe that one year of high school could alter his entire future. Still, he had to try hard, he reminded himself, as he pulled books off the shelf. He finished at his locker and walked down the hall to his first period history class. He was distracted by a tall blonde who made her way across the hall towards him.
"Hey Amy." He greeted.
"Hi Ephram." She replied, that ever present hint of sadness in her voice.
"What's up?" he asked her, as they continued down the hall.
"Nothing." Amy replied. She sounded like she had something to say, but she remained silent.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Yeah." Amy replied. "Um, I'm good."
"Ok." Ephram said.
"Uh, I um, I gotta go." She explained. "To English. See you later."
"Bye." Ephram called out. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. This was pretty much how every conversation went for the past two weeks. Amy seemed to be somewhere else, not acknowledging the life she had right now. Ephram attributed it to still grieving, but he wondered how long she could carry on until she finally cracked. He wasn't one to pry, but he hoped she would tell him whatever it was soon.
Ephram arrived at history and took his seat. He took out his notes from the previous day, and looked over them, just in case there was a quiz.
"Well look at you, Mr. Smartie Pants." A female voice remarked, as its owner took her seat behind Ephram.
"Morning Laynie." Ephram replied, spinning around to face her.
"Hey." She remarked. "So which came first, the Stamp Act, or the Boston Tea Party?" she asked.
"Is this supposed to be some philosophical chicken or egg question?" Ephram asked.
"No seriously, which came first? I need to know for the quiz." Laynie replied.
"Well, in that case, the Stamp Act." Ephram explained.
"Ok, got it: stamps then tea." Laynie remarked.
"You know, this is a switch. I'm usually the slacker asking for last minute answers." Ephram pointed out.
"I am not a slacker!" Laynie exclaimed. "I just asked you to clarify."
"Sure." Ephram replied. "So what, did you leave your book in school?"
"No." Laynie replied. "I fell asleep reading it."
Ephram laughed. "I can relate."
"But believe me, it will not happen again." Laynie assured him. "I wouldn't want to live up to my slacker reputation."
Ephram laughed as the teacher entered the room and the bell rang. As predicted, a pop quiz was handed out. Ephram wrote his name at the top and completed the five questions. He flipped his paper over and looked around the classroom. Some people were still working, so he sat there, thinking. His gaze turned absentmindedly to the doorway of the classroom. He heard running feet from down the hallway. As they grew closer, he noticed who they belonged to: a tall blonde girl, who looked as though she had just burst into tears. Ephram immediately recognized her, and raised his hand to ask for the bathroom pass. He ran out of the classroom, and ran after her.
"Amy!" he called.
TBC!
Review!