THE OC FANFICTION: HOW DO YOU MOVE ON?
Disclaimer: Own nothing- if I did, Marissa would be alive and happily together with Ryan and the OC would still be on tv.
Info: Ryan, not Marissa, died in season 3 finale- how she and others cope with the loss.This has Ryan/Marissa, but unlike my other fics, do not focus on the two of them. include the reactions of all the characters. This is the first chapter (this will be a story, not a one-shot), so if you like it and want me to continue, read and review!! Please review because the next chapter won't go up until I have at least a few reviews! I really like to know what you guys think. Thanks! :)
ch. 1
Marissa climbed out of Ryan's flipped truck slowly, trying to avoid the sharp shards of glass underneath her. She look over expectantly, sure she would see Ryan fine, but instead saw Ryan with blood coming from his mouth and head. "Oh, my god," she thought, "Ryan!" Marissa could not believe this. Ryan couldn't be hurt, or..she couldn't even think about the other possibililty. He was Ryan, a tough Atwood from Chino. He wasn't supposed to be hurt. She rushed over to his side of the car and pulled him out slowly. He was unconsious, she noticed (or at least that's what she told herself that's what he was), and she dragged him as far from the wreck as she could. She had seen the dripping gas and knew that the whole car would soon be engulfed in flames and she had known that she had to get him as far away as she could. Marissa rummaged through her cell phone. Fumbling, she dialed home. Julie answered. "Marissa, honey? Shouldn't you be-"'
"Mom!" Marissa interrupted, sobbing softly. "We had an accident."
Julie dialed 9-1-1 as soon as she hung up with Marissa, telling her to try and keep him awake and she would call for help. Frantically, she told the operator the few details she had received from her daughter. She thanked God that Marissa had not been severely hurt, but Julie was still extremely worried. She always knew that Volchok was no good. And while she had not liked Ryan at first, after she saw DJ and Alex and Volchok, she knew that Ryan was best for her daughter. He loved her and always took care of her. So, yes, she was worried about what it would do to Marissa if Ryan...didn't make it. Plus, Kirsten was her best friend and Ryan was her son. Seth and Sandy and Kirsten regarded Ryan as their family. She hated to think what this could do to them. How was she supposed to tell them this? She shakily dialed the Cohens' number.
Flashing lights soon appeared around the bend and Marissa was still holding Ryan, trying to wake him up. "Oh, God, Ryan. He was after me, it should be me. You've got to be okay.." she whispered, over and over again. "Please..." He didn't stir.
"So, Seth, what're your plans now that you're a high school graduate?" Sandy asked as walked into the kitchen to find Seth grabbing a snack.
"Yes, Seth," Kirsten interjected, "Just because you have a diploma on your wall now doesn't mean you can spoil your dinner. No more snacking." She smiled as she took away his bagel.
"Mom! Bagel! Mine!" Seth protested and Kirsten gave up, handing it back to him. He smiled. "Um, I was thinking that when Ryan gets back, we can have our first session of Seth/Ryan Time: High School Graduates. As opposed to plain old Seth/Ryan time. I mean, come on, that's so last night."
Sandy chuckled. "Okay, Seth."
The phone rang. "I'll get it." Kirsten said. "It's probably Julie about the NewMatch." she sighed. "The work never stops, huh?" She smiled. "Hello? Hi Julie! I was just thinking about some new promotion ideas and-" Kirsten stopped short as Julie interrupted her. "What?? Oh, God. We'll be right down there." She hung up.
Sandy and Seth exchanged skeptical glances behind Kirsten's back, wondering what was so important that they had to rush out. Kirsten turned around slowly and steadied herself against the counter. "Seth/Ryan time might have to wait." she said slowly. "Ryan's been in an accident. Marissa's okay but he's..serious."
Julie Cooper, Marissa and Kaitlin Cooper, Summer Roberts and Seth Cohen along with Kirsten and Sandy Cohen were all sitting in a tense, worried silence in the hospital waiting room. Marissa was crying from the shock of it all, and Kirsten was on the verge of tears just sitting there. Julie rubbed Marissa's back and Summer tried to console everybody. "I'm sure he'll be okay, you guys. Chino is tough. He can handle this."
Marissa sniffled and gave Summer a weak smile, who then turned to her boyfriend to comfort him. Sandy was trying to be strong for Kirsten, but he was every bit as upset and worried as she was.
A few minutes later a doctor appeared. "Ryan Atwood?" he asked questioningly. Sandy and Kirsten sprang to their feet, as did Marissa who rushed over to him, begging him with her eyes to give them good news. Seth remained frozen in his seat, afraid of what the doctor would say next.
"We're his legal guardians." Sandy answered immediately. It sounded way too formal, he decided, so cold, to say that rather than "parents," but he didn't want to have to go through the hassle of explaining the legalities of why one of their sons had a different last name than the three of them.
The doctor nodded and glanced around at everybody. "I'm very sorry..." Marissa broke down at his words and the others were clinging to each other as he continued to tell them exactly what had happened to Ryan, and that despite their best efforts, they had lost him. Lost? Why do they keep saying lost?? He wasn't lost! Marissa knew exactly where he was, she just couldn't get to him. Damn it, she thought as she sobbed.
"We are very sorry to inform you that.." the doctor, in Seth's opinion, sounded just like his rejection letter from Brown. More closed doors and future opportunities. More memories that will now never be experienced. But this was more than just realizing that he hadn't gotten into Brown. This was realizing that his best friend, his brother, was dead. Gone. And yet, none of this mattered to the doctor. He'd still go home at the end of the night without thinking about those whose lives had been forever touched by his apathetic delivery of what was, to them, earth-shattering, heart-breaking news. He wouldn't have to feel that aching pain at somebody's absense every morning, afternoon and night. He could care less."That bastard." Seth thought. It wasn't just another faceless patient. He was Ryan. Ryan! And now, he was gone. Gone. Forever.