A Whole New Light

Summery: My second fanfic – this one about Ephram and Bright. Hopefully love develops and Everwood learns to accept.

Disclaimer: Again - I don't own the show or the characters; they belong to the WB and writers of the show. I make no $$ - so don't sue!

-Just one small note for this chapter and will come to play in later chapters; I will be writing this as if Ephram never had sex with Madison, therefore never had sex period - Madison never got pregnant and never had to leave. So, they never got together and she is still babysitting for Delia. Wahoo!


Chapter 4

"You seem happy today," Delia stated between bites of her Cap'n Crunch cereal.

"It's the coffee, I swear," Ephram replied, still groggy from sleep.

"No, you seemed happy last night too. You and Bright have fun?" Andy chimed in, adding his two cents. At this, Ephram slightly blushed, remembering the previous night's events, before he shoved his head into the refrigerator so as not to be seen.

"Eh, it was alright. Just another Friday night. I think I'm gunna head over to Amy's to check up on her – now I know Madison put some extra noodle soup in here from the night before…" Ephram quickly made up and excuse to be looking in the fridge before his blushing subsided.

"I think it's towards the back, behind it, no, the milk….…no, behind the milk. Here, I'll get it," Andy said as he pushed Ephram away from the food in his quest to get the soup.

"Thanks Dad. Well, if you can put that in another container I'm gunna go get a shower and head over."

"You got it," Andy replied, winking and turning back to Delia as Ephram trumped off towards his bedroom.

"Something definitely has changed" Delia muttered to herself as he slurped the rest of her milk out of the bowl.


"Hello Ephram - How are you?" Rose Abbot asked as she greeted Ephram at the front door of her house.

"I'm fine. How about you? You look well." Ephram answered, peering briefly behind her into the house.

"Oh, I'm fine – thanks for asking. I assume your hear to see Amy then. Oh! And I see you brought soup. I'll just take that into the kitchen and you can head on upstairs. She's lying in bed and feeling as miserable as ever." Rose stated as she disappeared into the back part of the house.

Ephram quickly entered the house, shutting the door behind him and heading up the stairs.

"Hey cutie," he whispered as he entered her room, glancing around her room and slowly walking over to her bed.

"Oh, hey Ephram." Amy greeted Ephram as he walked in with a very stuffy nose and sounded as though she was crying.

"God, you sound horrible." Ephram joked, smiling at the mess of a person lying in bed with hundreds of used tissues littered on the floor.

"I feel even worse." Amy answered dismally as she blew her nose rather loudly.

"Well, I brought some soup for you. It's not great, but its chicken noodle.

"Ooh" Amy coo-ed with delight. "My favorite!"

"I know. I thought you might enjoy it."

"Oh no! I'm sorry Ephram, but you can't stay in here with me. I've got strep and it's contagious." Amy squeaked as he tried to sit on the foot of the bed.

"Oh, ok then. Well, I guess I'll go……uh……I know. I saw an interesting article about turtles on the coffee table downstairs. I'll go read that."

"I'm sorry Ephram; I just don't want you to get to close. I thought you were just coming for a quick visit. That's what you said on the phone."

"It's ok. Really. I'm not doing anything today anyway. I'll see myself out." At that Ephram walked out of Amy's room, shutting the door softly behind him.

Ephram smiled briefly as he heard the Abbot's car pull out of the drive-way, and a quick glance out the window confirmed it. The Abbot's – both Abbots, were leaving. Ephram made a move to sound as though he was heading down the steps, but quickly and quietly tip-toed over to Bright's room. The door was slightly ajar, and Ephram risked a quick glance inside.

Bright was lying in bed, still asleep without a shirt on, and a leg sticking out of the thin sheet lying on top of him.

Ephram turned slowly, upset that Bright wasn't awake. He quickly walked downstairs and into the kitchen, getting a glass of water and switching on the radio.

As long as I'm here, I guess I'll get something to drink

He sat down on the nearest bar stool and closed his eyes, listening to the music coming in loud and clear.

He started to sway slightly, finding that the song playing was his favorite of all time, The Rat.

He sat like that for some time, until the song ended and the next one began, that he sensed he wasn't alone in the kitchen.

He was only able to see for a brief second before his vision was compromised. But he didn't care.

Bright had leaned in to kiss him, and when Ephram opened his eyes his face moved slightly foreword – placing his lips in the perfect place to brush his lips against Bright's.

Bright stood like that, bend foreword, head craned upwards, feeling very uncomfortable for a few seconds as they both savored the "hello" kiss.

"Mornin'" Ephram said, surprised that Bright was awake after only minutes ago he had been sleeping soundly.

"Ditto." Bright replied, sounding very tired.

"Weren't you just…." Ephram started, "Asleep?" Bright finished his statement.

"Ya, but I'm a light sleeper. I heard the door shut and wondered who it was. Imagine my surprise to follow them downstairs and find you sitting in my kitchen, jammin' out to Walkmen."

"Sorry about that," Ephram apologized, looking away.

"It's fine now," Bright smiled, and Ephram found he couldn't feel a little bit better.

"So, you're here. Any reasons?" Bright asked with a slightly bemused look on his face.

"Actually, yes. I came to visit Amy and brought some soup." At this, Bright's face fell and his gaze moved to the doorway.

"So, apparently you didn't tell her about us."

"What do you mean, us?"

"What do you mean what do you mean? We totally made out on your sofa last night."

"I know, but that's all we did. We made out. Ya know? I thought that that's what you….." Ephram saw the look on his face and he trailed off.

"You thought wrong, Brown." Bright stated, stone-faced and impassive. He spun around and walked out of the kitchen, yelling "You know the way out, if you wouldn't mind" as he stomped back up the stairs.


Yay! Chapter 4! Well, I know exactly how I want much of this story to play out, except the beginning "phases" Any help on how I should go about this is welcome, and even more so would be some reviews!