This takes place about in the middle of the second season. I always felt like it was too much about Amy. And in my little world there is no singing babysitters. This is the first chapter. Please let me know what you think and I'll do my best to post more soon.

p.s. I don't own it and you know it too.

Angels We Know, Demons We Share

Moving to Everwood had been like moving to a whole different country. Everything was different. The streets were empty on Friday evenings. You had to use the crosswalk to go across the roads. People would actually look at you when you walked pass them.

Sometimes it seemed to Ephram that the town was an alternative universe. You couldn't really blame him, could you. In the real world his dad would never had started a practice that didn't charge. In the real world no one would have cared if his hair was purple, he could have shaved his head and tattooed a bright blue butterfly on his skull and people wouldn't have even turned. In the real world he wouldn't be eating his lunch with a blonde jock.

Bright was complaining about the lack of calories in the school food, stuffing gigantic piles of pudding into his mouth. Some of the food dropped out of his mouth, back to his plastic plate. The man just shrugged and shoved it back, muttering about his English essay and how Mrs Dailey would tear his head of off his shoulders, cover it with leather and use it as her personal football.

"She's so fat she can't run though, so I wouldn't be too worried about that. You think she's gonna yell at me if I ask for more time?"

Ephram exhaled. "It was supposed to be ready the day before yesterday, Bright. Either she's going to shriek her head of or she's finally got some drugs to keep her from attacking you!"

"Dude, you're totally underestimating the power of my ch-"

"Your charm is overrated."

Bright snorted. "Hey, have you seen me? There isn't a woman in the world that wouldn't be happy to have me decorating her house, baking chocolate chip cookies wearing nothing but an apron!"

"I bet your mom wouldn't appreciate the image. Your filthy little body staining her virginal kitchen…"

"What, you don't think I'm hot as hell?!"

"I prefer not to think of boneheaded jocks while eating my lunch", Ephram said, rubbing his temples and putting down his newest Death Note. "It's bad enough as it is..."

"So now I'm disgusting, is that what you're saying?" Bright whispered, the look of a lost puppy in his eyes, lower lip trembling. "Ephram, you can be so mean." Sniff.

Ephram rolled his eyes and gulped down the rest of his milk, taking his trey and getting up. "Tell you what, you make that face in front on Mrs. Dailey and you'll do just fine. She might even give you some extra points for your drama skills", he said and turned around, heading out from the cafeteria. Bright chuckled, eating the lasts of the vanilla pudding.

"See you at the doors after the last period, I could even give you a ride?" he yelled after the shrinking back. Ephram just waved his hand, apparently all swooped away in his comic, as Bright, with his lack of education called them.

Ephram rolled the pencil between his fingers. Staring out of the window during the math class wasn't probably the smartest thing to do with his grades, but he frankly didn't give a shit. He just wasn't in the mood for it right now. The clouds piled up, forming a huge grey mass. Everything outside seemed to seize, like waiting for the rain to come and wash of the dust of yesterday. Ephram snorted to himself. Getting all poetic, aren't we. It just seemed to always be the grey days when his brain started working all by itself.

Turning his attention back to the blackboard he wrote down the sentence his teacher just finished writing. Up front Amy was playing with her hair, not even pretending to listen. Ephram didn't see her face, but he could tell she had this pained look in her eyes, though she hid it behind the bored cover she always wore nowadays. None of the teachers really had the guts to say anything to her, guess they were afraid she might crack down in the middle of the class. Ephram kind of wished they had done something. The whole thing reminded him of the time Colin… How the teachers had ignored him, like they didn't want to admit to Colin that he had problems with school. Maybe, eventually, Colin had started to ignore it too.

Everything felt heavy when he thought of Colin. It hurt to see Amy these days, she practically acted like she had died too. Ephram just wanted so much for her to feel better. He understood her though. After his mom dying nothing had seemed important anymore, not really even moving to another state. Nothing, until he found himself telling his father that he was in love with a girl who was in love with a guy who was in a coma. It still stung to think of it. He really had given Amy up. For her sake.

He bit the rubber end of the pencil, thinking of the last time he had talked to Amy. He had chatted about the everyday things, thinking Amy was silent because she wasn't really there. She hardly ever was anymore, always drifted away in whatever she was thinking over and over again in her head. But then Ephram had looked up and seen this really pleading look in her eyes. It wasn't meant for him or anyone in particular, he could tell, but it had frozen his organs. She really wanted to be listening, acting like nothing was wrong, but Ephram figured all she saw was his dad, letting go of Colin. So he hadn't spoken to her since. He told himself it was because he didn't want to hurt her, wich he really didn't, but he knew it wasn't only that. He felt like he needed to be on his fathers side for a change, because he figured he had done the right thing. Maybe someday she would realize it too. It had been Colins will, right?

"Ephram?"

He looked up from his desk and saw his teacher, staring sternly at him. The man had evidently asked him something, because everyone had turned to look at him. Except Amy.

Ephram felt a light blush creeping to his cheeks. "Sorry?"

The teacher looked frustrated. "Do you know the answer?" he repeated calmly.

"No."

"As I assumed", the man said, tired. "You don't know the answer, she doesn't know the answer", he continued, suggesting to a girl in the back row. "None of you knows, perhaps even I do not know the answer." The teacher turned his back to them, taking a peace of chalk into his hand. "Very few of us ever will."

Just then the bell rang, waking up the students. Rows and rows of bored teens rose to their feet and headed home, just to have a little something before getting started with homework. Yeah right.

Ephram scratched the back of his neck, walking towards the main doors. The air was knocked out of his lungs as someone crashed into him from behind. A quick "Sorry!" and the person was gone. Ephram just stared at the piles of books, pencils and manga on the floor. People were jumping over them, not really giving a close look. He waited for the mass of pupils to pass, leaving him alone in the hallway with his things spread on the floor. He sighed, coming down to his knees. Taking the Death Note into his hand he noticed the edge of the cover ripped. He let go every dirty word he knew in English, Spanish and even Japanese swearing under his breath over and over.

"I sure hope you don't do that in front of your little sister." ¨

"Yeah, well, she learnt not to mess with my manga at the age of three, so I don't have to", Ephram said, not really needing to lift his gaze to recognize the source of the voice. Bright knelt beside him and started to gather the books back into Ephrams bag. Ephram swore once more and got up, taking the bag from Brights hands.

"Thanks man. So you're still offering me a ride?"

"You bet. And you better be thankful, 'cause it looks like it's starting to rain and you would freeze your skinny ass riding your bike."

"My ass is none of your business and it's not skinny"' Ephram claimed, walking trough the doors after Bright.

"It's okay, I don't mind. Still kinda pretty."

"Good God, Bright, I swear you have spent too many hours in the locker rooms, comparing other guys buttocks! You sound so gay!"

Bright hit him on the arm, grinning happily. "Don't get all personal, I sound as gay as you look, so there!"

Ephram decided to pretend he didn't hear it. They walked to Brights car, lifting Ephrams bike in the trunk.

"So, you wanna stop anywhere or should I just take you home?" Bright asked, opening the door on the drivers side. Ephram had already climbed to his seat, fighting with the seatbelt.

"Nah, it's okay, I kind of have to look after Delia toni-" There was a weak thud and Ephram lifted his head to see where it came from. The parkinglot was empty, no one around. Not even Bright.

"Bright?" Ephram called out, unfastening the seatbelt. He got up from the car. "Bright?" He walked around the car, finding a shaking figure in front of the drivers seat. Bright was on all fours, trembling from head to toe. His breath came out in shallow gulps, hissing as he tried to inhale. Ephram felt a sickening twist in his stomach, his throat clenching shut.

"Oh God… "

Just then Brights limbs failed him and he fell to the ground, not even really breathing anymore. He was making choked sounds in his throat that made Ephrams legs finally wake. He stumbled over to Brights side, kneeling beside him. He didn't know what to do with his hands.

"Bright, what's wrong what's happening?" The boys eyes were tightly shut, his arms hugging himself. Ephram could see the tremors run up and down his spine, shaking the whole body. Without realizing it he hand taken Brights face between his hands, making sure not to hold it too tightly.

"Bright, please, are you conscious? Can you hear me, please?" he pleaded, hearing his own voice shaking. Seconds passed and felt like years, but then he saw the boy nodding between the tremors. The movement was so small and over so soon he almost thought he had imagined it.

"Okay…. okay…" he whispered more to himself than to Bright. He let go of his head, sweeping his hand trough his hair. "Okay… I'm going to call… just… okay…" He got up, feeling like his knees weren't there. Before he even realized he was grabbing his bag, flipping it around, everything dropping out onto asphalt. He didn't notice his hands shaking when he went trough the pile, finding his phone. Quickly he dialled the number, listening the ringing while he ran back to Bright.

"Please, please, please…" he whimpered, watching Bright, the boys lips blue, cheeks white.

"Ohoyhoy!"

"Dad! You have to come to school!"

"I think you've misunderstood the situation, son, the school is your job and I'm the doctor."

"No, please, dad, Bright's having a fit or something, please, he's shaking and-"

"I'm there in few minutes."

"Oh God, please, I…I… should I get someone, dad, what-"

"Is he conscious?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Listen to me, just stay with him and make sure he doesn't hit his head. I'm on my way."

Ephram nodded, his eyes still on Brigth.

"And Ephram-"

"Yeah?"

"Call an ambulance."

He heard a click. Suddenly he felt like he was all alone.

"Bright, it's okay my dad's coming and you'll be okay, all okay", he spoke with a voice so strange to himself it was hard to believe it was his own. He placed his palm flat against the crook of Brights neck. Bright grasped his hand like it was the only thing he could feel anymore. It made Ephram feel a tiny bit better, at least Bright knew he was there. He dialled 911.

"Hello? I need an ambulance."

Andy Brown felt his heart sink a bit as he ran across the street. The sky was roaring with the upcoming thunderstorm. He opened the door with one hand, fighting his jacket on with the other. Louise peered at him and yelled something as he opened the second door.

Harold gave him a puzzled look. "Excuse me! What do you think you're doing, I'm with a patient-"

"Bright is having a fit."

Dr Abbot dropped the papers he was holding.

"Where is he?"

It was raining. Cold, freezing rain that reached his bones. Ephram watched as the doors were closed, the last thing he saw was Dr Abbots grey face hovering over Bright. The ambulance took of leaving the place very quiet. Ephram felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"Shall we go home?"

Ephram just nodded, picking up his things and heading to his fathers car. Ones the doors were closed Ephram could really feel just how soaked he was. Andy sighed before fastening his seatbelt.

"You want to talk about it? You don't have to but I can listen."

Ephram looked out of the window. Everything felt very new. He could feel the adrenalin, still rushing trough his body. It made his hands shake a bit. "No, I… I'm" his voice got stuck in his throat. "Hnn… what was it?" he asked, looking at his fathers direction, but not directly at him. Dr Brown shook his head.

"It could be a number of things. Anything from epilepsy to a tumour", he explained, still shaking his head. Ephram could taste blood in his mouth. "I don't think it's that serious though, he remained conscious the whole time", Andy trailed of, starting the engine and pulling out from the parking lot. "Tell you what, I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow. We'll go see him and I'll talk to the doctors, okay?" Ephram didn't really hear what he was saying. He was watching the two Abbot cars that stood side by side in the middle of the parking lot. He wanted so bad to be in that ambulance, to know what was going on.

Andy parked in front of their home and killed the engine. He turned to his son, who was unfastening his seatbelt, and felt like needing to say something soothing.

"Epram, I just want you to know that you did everything right. And I am very proud of you", he said, his voice sounding so small he felt like crying. Ephram didn't look at him, just muttered "Yeah" and headed towards the house.

Ephram kicked of his shoes, not really caring where they landed. He never did. Taking of his coat he went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He stared inside for a minute and a half, then closed it and climbed the stairs to his room. Sitting in font of his table he grabbed his school books, starting with his homework. He was almost done when he heard a knock on his door.

"Yeah, Delia?" he called, knowing his father wouldn't knock.

"Dad told me to say that the dinner is here!" she yelled, sounding very pleased. It had to be thai.

"I'll be down in a minute." Steps drew farther away from his door and he felt a shiver go down his spine. Ephram scratched his shoulder, feeling the wet fabric and remembered his clothes were soaked trough. He bit his lip from snickering, quickly changed and headed downstairs.

I am sorry for the spelling mistakes! takes a shamefull bow