If Only.
By: Shelly (singcraz)
Disclaimers: I do not own this show, the music, or the characters. I'm just a regular teen who wrote a fan fiction about the wonderful show Everwood.
Summary: When Ephram finally decides to tell Amy how he feels, he is trapped with her in a room full of angst, tears, and love. Find out what happens! My first fan-fiction! Please read/review! From Amy and Ephram's P/O/V's.
Rating: PG-13
Thanks to:
Cone: keep going I hope it got better.
Otownroxx: thanx for the review. I've read some of your stuff, so I'm honored that you like mine!
Larejedi: I think we're all softies at heart! :-)
Jen: I'm glad you've stayed up to date on this story. I know how annoying it can be when an author hardly ever updates (I'm talking about myself here), but you've all been so forgiving!
Heather: no more cliffies? But that's what makes it exciting! All right, I'll try (accentuation on the word 'try').
Erriy: oh, please don't hate me! I couldn't live with myself! Heehee, glad you love this.
Oh gosh, you guys. I'm so sorry that it's taken so long. Hopefully I wont get too many reviews yelling at me for this chapter, because it is...the last one. Yes, that's it. I don't think there will be an epilogue or anything, I am sorry. But just read, give me your final thoughts, and let it be done. P.S. There will be an author's note coming after this, so keep checking for that.
Chapter 7
"Is anyone there?" Amy asked as Ephram removed the phone from his ear. He looked stunned, as if it was impossible that his little sister could've hung up on him. It almost was, I mean, c'mon, it was Delia.
"No, just the machine," he covered up. It would be so embarrassing for Amy to know that he had been defeated by an eight year old.
"Oh, well, why didn't you leave a message? Here, try again," she said, urging him to call again. He couldn't deal with it if he was hung up on again, but defeated by Amy's gaze, he hit 'Redial' and called again. This time it really was the machine. He heard his own voice say, "Hey, you missed us. Too bad." In an extra sarcastic tone, and then the long and never ending 'BEEP'.
"Hi, Delia. I know your there, but I don't need for you to pick up; I just want you to listen. I need to get home. I'm locked in a classroom at the school and I have no way of getting home unless you call dad and tell him I'm in room 16. Otherwise, I'll be stuck in here for hours and I may die of starvation-"
"Good," he heard Delia say as she picked up.
~*~*~*~
Delia had no intention of picking up the phone. She sat in the chair next to the machine and listened to her big brothers story. She had felt cold when she first heard his voice, but it sounded like he was truly sorry and she couldn't help transforming into regular, sweet, naïve little Delia. She had picked up and tried to sound angry when he made the joke of starving to death, but truly she couldn't be mad. It was her big brother, the one other person she could talk to since her mom had died. It was hard growing up with boys for this past few months, but they weren't that icky if you got to know them, and much less icky then some of the miscreants they called 'girly girls' at her school.
"Delia, you picked up," her brother answered.
"Yeah, I'msorryI'llCallDadForYou." She slurred, not being able to put the cold shield up anymore. "Wait, if you're stuck in a classroom, how did you call here?" she asked suspiciously. "Your there with a girl! You didn't try to get home, did you? You just wanted-(sob)-wanted to see a different (sob/hiccup) girl!" she asked crying, her lip trembling. The phone seemed much larger and harder to hold up then before, but she held on as she cried.
"No, Deils, she just, got, got stuck in here too, isn't that right Amy?" he lied, and Delia could tell.
"Amy?!" Delia shrieked. "I knew it, Ephram! You're always with her! Go away, who cares if you get out?" Delia hung up again and ran upstairs, closing her door behind her.
~*~*~*~
"Go away, who cares if you get out?" pounded into Ephram's head. Now he was shocked. Delia had never ever yelled at him before, and he hoped it would never happen again. He decided he should lie again and not face the humiliation of being hung up on again.
"Ok, Delia. That's dad's cell number? Ok, thanks. See ya later," he said onto the phone to no one. *Damn, I just dug myself into a big hole,* he thought as he pressed the 'END' button and held the phone out for Amy.
"No, silly! Call your dad!" she exclaimed. Ephram looked at the phone in disbelief. He never really had to call his dad recently, so he didn't have the cell phone number memorized. But he remembered it being written in doctor-scrawl on a piece of paper. It was hung up on the fridge with a magnet for emergencies, and he tried to get a visual. He thought he remembered, punched in seven numbers, and some stranger answered.
"Bonjour, je mappel Jacques Forestié. Leave a message after ze beep," came a French man's voice. Ephram immediately hung up and looked at Amy.
"Wrong number," he said sheepishly as he tried again.
"Hello?" his father's voice came over the line.
"Hey dad. I'm stuck in a classroom with Amy at my school and we need rides home. Please," he said quickly to save embarrassment.
"Haha! What were you doing in an empty classroom with a girl?" Andy asked.
"Never mind, just come. Now, we're starved. And we're in room 16. Oh yeah, and all the doors are locked, so you'll have to call the administrator to get in here,"
"How am I supposed to get that number?" Andrew Brown asked his son.
"It's this new invention called a phone book. They have them at every gas station in the country. The guys name is Paul Shelling. Just hurry up," Ephram said sarcastically.
"I'm turning into a 76-station right now, so just hang on. Give me this girl's cell phone number and I'll call you incase anything happens."
"Here Amy, tell him your number," Ephram said while holding the phone out to Amy. She took the phone.
"Hey Dr. Brown," she greeted.
"Hello Ms. Abbott. How's Colin been doing?" he asked.
"He's doing really well. Your surgery helped a lot. I still need to repay you. Now, this number is..." she gave him the phone number and Andy wrote it down. So did Ephram, for future reference, just in case. Amy hung up about a minute later.
"He said he'd be here in about 30 minutes. Let's wait," she said.
~*~*~*~
Approximately 30 minutes later:
"So, are we together?" Ephram asked Amy.
"Yea, I guess. I mean, if you want..." she trailed off.
"No, the question isn't if I want to. It's not even if you want to. It's if you're ready," Ephram answered breezily.
"What do you mean? Am I ready for what?" Amy asked puzzled.
"Are you ready to dump Colin," a knot got caught in Amy's throat. This all came back to their conversation earlier. She liked Ephram a lot, but he was right. *Was* she ready to just get rid of Colin? He was just out of a coma, wasn't that mean?
"I don't- know..." she thought it was Colin who wasn't ready to be let go, because her fear was that he'd be lonely, but really it was her who wasn't ready to let go.
"See, it all comes down to this. It always has. You have to decide, and then you can get back to me," There suddenly was a loud banging on the door and the sound of rustling keys.
Ephram heard a familiar voice say, "They're in here!" in a muffled shout, and Ephram stood up, fixing his hair slightly so it wouldn't be mussed from when he and Amy had been kissing under the desks. The door was open and they were freed.
~*~*~*~
Amy sat down in the back seat of the Brown's green SUV, and buckled her seat belt. As they backed out of the school driveway, and started towards her house, an idea came to her head. Andrew had stopped to pick up Delia before hand, and she was sitting solemnly next to Amy.
"Dr. Brown?" she asked sweetly.
"Yeah kiddo?" he asked, looking back at her for a split second in the rear- view mirror.
"Can we drive to Denver?" she asked, even sweeter as if her voice were made of honey.
"Ummm, it's really late and that's pretty far, but... ok Call your dad or something first though, make sure it's ok with him. I don't want to be the subject of a voodoo doll tomorrow!"
"Really?" she asked with disbelief.
"Yes, but call." He urged. Amy promised she would on the way home, but never intended to.
~*~*~*~
3 hours later.
It was midnight, and Amy was driving around with Ephram and his dad in Denver. It was crazy, but important. Delia was warming up to Amy as Amy explained the whole thing and they talked a little, but heavier things were on Amy's mind, and she hardly paid attention to the conversation even though she had started it. They pulled over at the hospital where Colin had been held the past four months, and Amy was shaking when the car finally stopped. She promised she wouldn't be in there for more then 10 minutes, and asked if Ephram would go with her. He reluctantly held the glass door open and she walked in slowly. She walked to the intensive care unit, and the nurse welcomed her with a smile.
"Isn't it a little late for you to be here Amy?" the woman asked.
"I'm just glad you guys are open 24 hours around the clock. It was an emergency," she answered with a faulty smile. She opened the big door and entered Colin's room; Ephram sat in one of the steel chairs outside of the room. He could see Colin's expression: his head hung low, his eyes open sleepily, his mouth hung open. He looked like a drug addict, and with all the pills he was popping, it was explainable. But when Amy walked in, she smiled widely and truly, her pearly whites showing. But when she sat down in the chair, all he could see was her back and Colin's face. He couldn't read her posture, so he turned around and stared at the wall and flipped through the health magazines they had hanging on the walls. He sighed in exasperation and turned to see Amy's figure stand and start to walk out, then turn, run over, kiss Colin's forehead, and turn to leave again.
~*~*~*~
"I'm so sorry Colin. I love you so so much. My love for you is unexplainable; maybe it's more pity then true love now. It felt like we were soul mates, but what if you never remember me again? I'll tell you who we were though, so at least you'll remember this.
Your name is Colin. You lived in Everwood, Colorado with your mom and dad. We dated for about a year, and I loved you. One day in July, we were swimming, you, me, and my brother Bright. He was your best friend. You took my cross necklace, and forced me in the water to get it. You always loved that necklace. I remember when you used to look at it intently and hold it in your hands, fingering its simple gold texture. I told you I loved you that day, and you didn't say it back. I was so hurt, maybe it was the situation, and maybe it was me. I may never know. But that day you got in a car accident when you went off-roading with Bright. You were stuck in a coma for a few months. While you were in that sleep, I met a boy named Ephram. He really liked me, everyone could tell. I liked him too, but I had you, and I couldn't let go. But I need to let go. Ephram's dad helped you wake up, but I fell for Ephram. I need him now. So, goodbye Colin," she ended as she started ran out, but once she was at the door, she turned and kissed his forehead. His face was so sad, so dumbfounded. She removed her cross necklace and clasped it around his neck. Colin's eyes were fixed on her still, and she left.
Ephram stood up.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. She took one last glace at Colin, then at Ephram, which only confirmed she had done the right thing.
"Did you tell him?" he asked. Amy nodded, and it was done.
~*~*~*~
It was three AM when they pulled into Amy's driveway. Ephram had switched seats with Delia, and he and Amy were in the backseat holding hands. When they stepped out and knocked on the door, Dr. Abbott answered. There was Ephram with his usual smirk, and Andy with his silly grin and holing a sleeping little girl in his arms. Standing in the middle of it all was Amy, his daughter.
"Where the hell have you been?" he whispered angrily while tying his robe around himself.
"Everywhere," Ephram joked, pulling Amy into a hug.
"I've got me a smart boyfriend," she said as she kissed him. Rose Abbott came up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. The aging man looked as though he had seen a ghost, and shut the door slowly, leaving the couple outside.
THE END
Disclaimers: I do not own this show, the music, or the characters. I'm just a regular teen who wrote a fan fiction about the wonderful show Everwood.
Summary: When Ephram finally decides to tell Amy how he feels, he is trapped with her in a room full of angst, tears, and love. Find out what happens! My first fan-fiction! Please read/review! From Amy and Ephram's P/O/V's.
Rating: PG-13
Thanks to:
Cone: keep going I hope it got better.
Otownroxx: thanx for the review. I've read some of your stuff, so I'm honored that you like mine!
Larejedi: I think we're all softies at heart! :-)
Jen: I'm glad you've stayed up to date on this story. I know how annoying it can be when an author hardly ever updates (I'm talking about myself here), but you've all been so forgiving!
Heather: no more cliffies? But that's what makes it exciting! All right, I'll try (accentuation on the word 'try').
Erriy: oh, please don't hate me! I couldn't live with myself! Heehee, glad you love this.
Oh gosh, you guys. I'm so sorry that it's taken so long. Hopefully I wont get too many reviews yelling at me for this chapter, because it is...the last one. Yes, that's it. I don't think there will be an epilogue or anything, I am sorry. But just read, give me your final thoughts, and let it be done. P.S. There will be an author's note coming after this, so keep checking for that.
Chapter 7
"Is anyone there?" Amy asked as Ephram removed the phone from his ear. He looked stunned, as if it was impossible that his little sister could've hung up on him. It almost was, I mean, c'mon, it was Delia.
"No, just the machine," he covered up. It would be so embarrassing for Amy to know that he had been defeated by an eight year old.
"Oh, well, why didn't you leave a message? Here, try again," she said, urging him to call again. He couldn't deal with it if he was hung up on again, but defeated by Amy's gaze, he hit 'Redial' and called again. This time it really was the machine. He heard his own voice say, "Hey, you missed us. Too bad." In an extra sarcastic tone, and then the long and never ending 'BEEP'.
"Hi, Delia. I know your there, but I don't need for you to pick up; I just want you to listen. I need to get home. I'm locked in a classroom at the school and I have no way of getting home unless you call dad and tell him I'm in room 16. Otherwise, I'll be stuck in here for hours and I may die of starvation-"
"Good," he heard Delia say as she picked up.
~*~*~*~
Delia had no intention of picking up the phone. She sat in the chair next to the machine and listened to her big brothers story. She had felt cold when she first heard his voice, but it sounded like he was truly sorry and she couldn't help transforming into regular, sweet, naïve little Delia. She had picked up and tried to sound angry when he made the joke of starving to death, but truly she couldn't be mad. It was her big brother, the one other person she could talk to since her mom had died. It was hard growing up with boys for this past few months, but they weren't that icky if you got to know them, and much less icky then some of the miscreants they called 'girly girls' at her school.
"Delia, you picked up," her brother answered.
"Yeah, I'msorryI'llCallDadForYou." She slurred, not being able to put the cold shield up anymore. "Wait, if you're stuck in a classroom, how did you call here?" she asked suspiciously. "Your there with a girl! You didn't try to get home, did you? You just wanted-(sob)-wanted to see a different (sob/hiccup) girl!" she asked crying, her lip trembling. The phone seemed much larger and harder to hold up then before, but she held on as she cried.
"No, Deils, she just, got, got stuck in here too, isn't that right Amy?" he lied, and Delia could tell.
"Amy?!" Delia shrieked. "I knew it, Ephram! You're always with her! Go away, who cares if you get out?" Delia hung up again and ran upstairs, closing her door behind her.
~*~*~*~
"Go away, who cares if you get out?" pounded into Ephram's head. Now he was shocked. Delia had never ever yelled at him before, and he hoped it would never happen again. He decided he should lie again and not face the humiliation of being hung up on again.
"Ok, Delia. That's dad's cell number? Ok, thanks. See ya later," he said onto the phone to no one. *Damn, I just dug myself into a big hole,* he thought as he pressed the 'END' button and held the phone out for Amy.
"No, silly! Call your dad!" she exclaimed. Ephram looked at the phone in disbelief. He never really had to call his dad recently, so he didn't have the cell phone number memorized. But he remembered it being written in doctor-scrawl on a piece of paper. It was hung up on the fridge with a magnet for emergencies, and he tried to get a visual. He thought he remembered, punched in seven numbers, and some stranger answered.
"Bonjour, je mappel Jacques Forestié. Leave a message after ze beep," came a French man's voice. Ephram immediately hung up and looked at Amy.
"Wrong number," he said sheepishly as he tried again.
"Hello?" his father's voice came over the line.
"Hey dad. I'm stuck in a classroom with Amy at my school and we need rides home. Please," he said quickly to save embarrassment.
"Haha! What were you doing in an empty classroom with a girl?" Andy asked.
"Never mind, just come. Now, we're starved. And we're in room 16. Oh yeah, and all the doors are locked, so you'll have to call the administrator to get in here,"
"How am I supposed to get that number?" Andrew Brown asked his son.
"It's this new invention called a phone book. They have them at every gas station in the country. The guys name is Paul Shelling. Just hurry up," Ephram said sarcastically.
"I'm turning into a 76-station right now, so just hang on. Give me this girl's cell phone number and I'll call you incase anything happens."
"Here Amy, tell him your number," Ephram said while holding the phone out to Amy. She took the phone.
"Hey Dr. Brown," she greeted.
"Hello Ms. Abbott. How's Colin been doing?" he asked.
"He's doing really well. Your surgery helped a lot. I still need to repay you. Now, this number is..." she gave him the phone number and Andy wrote it down. So did Ephram, for future reference, just in case. Amy hung up about a minute later.
"He said he'd be here in about 30 minutes. Let's wait," she said.
~*~*~*~
Approximately 30 minutes later:
"So, are we together?" Ephram asked Amy.
"Yea, I guess. I mean, if you want..." she trailed off.
"No, the question isn't if I want to. It's not even if you want to. It's if you're ready," Ephram answered breezily.
"What do you mean? Am I ready for what?" Amy asked puzzled.
"Are you ready to dump Colin," a knot got caught in Amy's throat. This all came back to their conversation earlier. She liked Ephram a lot, but he was right. *Was* she ready to just get rid of Colin? He was just out of a coma, wasn't that mean?
"I don't- know..." she thought it was Colin who wasn't ready to be let go, because her fear was that he'd be lonely, but really it was her who wasn't ready to let go.
"See, it all comes down to this. It always has. You have to decide, and then you can get back to me," There suddenly was a loud banging on the door and the sound of rustling keys.
Ephram heard a familiar voice say, "They're in here!" in a muffled shout, and Ephram stood up, fixing his hair slightly so it wouldn't be mussed from when he and Amy had been kissing under the desks. The door was open and they were freed.
~*~*~*~
Amy sat down in the back seat of the Brown's green SUV, and buckled her seat belt. As they backed out of the school driveway, and started towards her house, an idea came to her head. Andrew had stopped to pick up Delia before hand, and she was sitting solemnly next to Amy.
"Dr. Brown?" she asked sweetly.
"Yeah kiddo?" he asked, looking back at her for a split second in the rear- view mirror.
"Can we drive to Denver?" she asked, even sweeter as if her voice were made of honey.
"Ummm, it's really late and that's pretty far, but... ok Call your dad or something first though, make sure it's ok with him. I don't want to be the subject of a voodoo doll tomorrow!"
"Really?" she asked with disbelief.
"Yes, but call." He urged. Amy promised she would on the way home, but never intended to.
~*~*~*~
3 hours later.
It was midnight, and Amy was driving around with Ephram and his dad in Denver. It was crazy, but important. Delia was warming up to Amy as Amy explained the whole thing and they talked a little, but heavier things were on Amy's mind, and she hardly paid attention to the conversation even though she had started it. They pulled over at the hospital where Colin had been held the past four months, and Amy was shaking when the car finally stopped. She promised she wouldn't be in there for more then 10 minutes, and asked if Ephram would go with her. He reluctantly held the glass door open and she walked in slowly. She walked to the intensive care unit, and the nurse welcomed her with a smile.
"Isn't it a little late for you to be here Amy?" the woman asked.
"I'm just glad you guys are open 24 hours around the clock. It was an emergency," she answered with a faulty smile. She opened the big door and entered Colin's room; Ephram sat in one of the steel chairs outside of the room. He could see Colin's expression: his head hung low, his eyes open sleepily, his mouth hung open. He looked like a drug addict, and with all the pills he was popping, it was explainable. But when Amy walked in, she smiled widely and truly, her pearly whites showing. But when she sat down in the chair, all he could see was her back and Colin's face. He couldn't read her posture, so he turned around and stared at the wall and flipped through the health magazines they had hanging on the walls. He sighed in exasperation and turned to see Amy's figure stand and start to walk out, then turn, run over, kiss Colin's forehead, and turn to leave again.
~*~*~*~
"I'm so sorry Colin. I love you so so much. My love for you is unexplainable; maybe it's more pity then true love now. It felt like we were soul mates, but what if you never remember me again? I'll tell you who we were though, so at least you'll remember this.
Your name is Colin. You lived in Everwood, Colorado with your mom and dad. We dated for about a year, and I loved you. One day in July, we were swimming, you, me, and my brother Bright. He was your best friend. You took my cross necklace, and forced me in the water to get it. You always loved that necklace. I remember when you used to look at it intently and hold it in your hands, fingering its simple gold texture. I told you I loved you that day, and you didn't say it back. I was so hurt, maybe it was the situation, and maybe it was me. I may never know. But that day you got in a car accident when you went off-roading with Bright. You were stuck in a coma for a few months. While you were in that sleep, I met a boy named Ephram. He really liked me, everyone could tell. I liked him too, but I had you, and I couldn't let go. But I need to let go. Ephram's dad helped you wake up, but I fell for Ephram. I need him now. So, goodbye Colin," she ended as she started ran out, but once she was at the door, she turned and kissed his forehead. His face was so sad, so dumbfounded. She removed her cross necklace and clasped it around his neck. Colin's eyes were fixed on her still, and she left.
Ephram stood up.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. She took one last glace at Colin, then at Ephram, which only confirmed she had done the right thing.
"Did you tell him?" he asked. Amy nodded, and it was done.
~*~*~*~
It was three AM when they pulled into Amy's driveway. Ephram had switched seats with Delia, and he and Amy were in the backseat holding hands. When they stepped out and knocked on the door, Dr. Abbott answered. There was Ephram with his usual smirk, and Andy with his silly grin and holing a sleeping little girl in his arms. Standing in the middle of it all was Amy, his daughter.
"Where the hell have you been?" he whispered angrily while tying his robe around himself.
"Everywhere," Ephram joked, pulling Amy into a hug.
"I've got me a smart boyfriend," she said as she kissed him. Rose Abbott came up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. The aging man looked as though he had seen a ghost, and shut the door slowly, leaving the couple outside.
THE END