Author: cheekymice.
Rating: PG
Beta: None...so all its many mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC, Ryan or Benjamin McKenzie.
Story: Snagged from an idea over at ocplotbunnies.
Notes: This fic will be made up of short but sweet chapters...oh and there will be no sex! Heh.
The Tempest
An Oc fic definitely not written by Will Shakespeare
Part 2
The Cohen house creaked and moaned, as the wind grew stronger and stronger. Outside the trees bowed low and the water in the pool washed over onto the marble surround. The lid of the grill bounced up and down and the garage door clattered. An old football broke free from its forgotten prison under a shrub and bounced down the path as the lights illuminating the pool flickered several times before shorting out.
Seth woke up to the sound of his windows rattling. He blinked and sat up in bed, squinting at his window in the dark. It took him a while before he realized that the lights outside were no longer casting their usual rosy glow into the room. He thought of Edgar Allen Poe and Ravens. He felt the heebie-jeebies creep up his spine, his room no longer the conforting womb it was during the day. He shook his head and settled back down in bed, He tossed and turned, smoothing the sheets and blankets trying to get comfortable again before pulling the covers up around his head to trap the warm air in a cocoon of his own making. He shut his eyes and ignored the growing storm outside.
He breathed deeply and yawned. When his windows vibrated again he snaked his arm out from under the blankets and groped sightlessly on the nightstand next to him rejecting the cool metal of his watch and the pile of coins and crumpled notes. His fingers touched cold plastic and he pulled Captain Oates under the covers as sleep crept back into his world.
Whilst Sandy softly snored against Kirsten's neck, safe and warm in their bed, a metal trashcan rolled around the car park of the Bait shop as several late night stragglers fought to hold their coats over their heads to protect them from the rain as they waited for their cab.
Summer Roberts curled up on the couch with her father and Pancakes watching Frankenstein's monster wreck havok with his creator's life. Kaitlin Cooper sat on the floor between them wearing her nightwear and a huge big fluffy pair of bunny slippers and Taylor Townsend sat out on the floor next to her with her chin on her knees. A big glass bowl of popcorn liberally smothered with melted butter sat between them as they all blocked out the storm outside.
In the pool house Ryan slept in his sweats tonight to try and counteract the chill seeping through the glass walls, he lay flat on his stomach with his hands under the pillow. He'd listened to the sounds of the storm for two hours before the rain drumming on the roof finally made him put down his book. The steady patter hypnotized him and swiftly pulled him into the arms of Morpheus. And he slept the deep dreamless sleep of the terminally tired, not even the ominous sounds of the wind howling straight off the ocean filtered into his subconscious.
Julie kept out of Dr Robert's way lest he should regret his decision to let her stay on in his house. She sat in her room looking through her old photo albums. She tried not to cry, as she looked a photograph of a tiny blond girl proudly holding her new baby sister in her arms. She sipped her wine and reflected that the weather for once suited her mood.
The tall palm tree planted fifteen years before by the Newport Group's landscaping department swayed alarmingly from side to side. The wind moved it like it was still a young sapling. Each new heaving gust snapped a few more of the snaking tendrils from its sandy root ball.
Maybe the landscapers should have planted it deeper; maybe it was never going to stand up to a storm of the magnitude that was hitting Newport. Whatever or whoever was to blame was irrelevant when it came down to it because no one cared about the tree; it had always just stood in the garden and was mainly ignored.
What most people talked about after the storm was its close proximity to the pool house and what happened that night.
Tbc
I'm evil ...I'm evil I tells ya:)