Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood, it's characters, or any of that. HOWEVER! I -
do- own anyone who is made up, because guess what? IIII made them up. So yeah,
I dont own Ephram, if I did, well we won't go into that ^.~ I don't own Amy,
if I did, well we won't go into that either . Grr.
A/N: I realize there are sooooooooo many Mary Sue's out for Ephram in the
Everwood category, so I'm going to try my absolute DARNDEST to stay away from
Mary Anything e.e All reviews are greatly appreciated, but NO FLAMES! If you
wanna flame me, leave e.e I don't want any flames, just constructive
criticism. And of course, praise is always welcome ^_~ Hehe. Anyway, ON with
the story!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Crystal Williams had been spending her few weeks before school began
making the best of her summer vacation. The books on her summer reading list
were completely forgotten, and best suited that way. She knew it was coming,
as did her family, her friends. The thought had been pushed aside though, "We
have all summer and fall until it's time. Don't think too much on it, Crystal.
It's really for the best." 'Yeah, the best, sure.' Crystal didn't really want
to hear of it at first, but as time passed, and her life went progressively
downwards, she was looking more and more forward to the time. And that time
was picking up, as boxes piled in storage units, and people strolled through
their lovely house. It all came down to it. Crystal was going to be up-rooted,
for the first time in her life, and planted somewhere else.
Many a-thought floated through the girl's head as she made her short
descent down the crab-grass-ridden hill. This was actually tough work for her
in her pink, foam, platform thongs. She could feel the blisters starting to
form already, the ever-present thought of 'Ow...' with each rub of the
protective plastic wrap against the inside of her toes. Her head tilted back
so she could look up at the burning California sun one last real time,
appreciating how it would scorch her skin and tan it a nice golden brown. But
the days were drawing to a close, as was this one. Crystal returned home, and
the weeks passed on. In with empty boxes, and out with filled.
Finally, though, one hazed and cloudy day, the Williamses stood
outside their house and looked at it for the last memorable time. Janice and
Dean Williams turned from their daughter, and headed for the taxi. They
beckoned her to follow, which she did, after one more real look. Sliding into
the cab, she rested her head on her mother's shoulder, and by instinct Janice
placed her hand over Crystal's temple, gently stroking to comfort her. A deep
sigh was inhaled as the car began to move after Dean instructed they needed to
get to the San Jose airport.
Crowded couldn't be a strong enough word to describe the amount of
people in the airport that day. Not that the family wasn't used to it, they
travelled bi-yearly or more by plane. They headed down the familiar routes to
their gate after collecting their tickets that morning. It was the wait inside
the building that nearly killed Crystal. After hours of torture, she finally
found herself crampingly settled in one of the many window-seats on the
airbus, her parents sitting on the left of her. She leaned over onto her
pillow, which she routinely nestled up against the window, where if she opened
her eyes, she could look out below her. Her body wouldn't allow her to rest
until she was sure that they had taken off. As unhappy as she was at the
moment, deep down, she always loved taking off and landing in planes. Someday,
she wanted to be in the Air Force, or maybe a pilot herself.
An hour or so later, the plane touched down in Denver, Colorado. The
Williams family gathered their bags together, dodging the falling baggage that
had been hastily thrown overhead by other passengers. Dean collected his two
carry-on bags, Janice her two bags and her purse, and finally Crystal with her
two pieces of luggage, purse, and jacket. When their turn came to exit the
plane, they quickly shuffled down the aisle to the door to walk down the
stairs. The girl gasped suddenly as she stepped outside, hit with a
surprisingly cold wind. She had known that it was cold in Colorado but she
never took the warnings seriously.
She followed her parents down the stairs as speedy as she could, and
when they could stop a moment, she dropped her bags and pulled her jacket
on. 'Oh yeah, great choice of jacket. Fluffy poms really work wonders.' She
sighed at her pitiful looking jacket. It was only about a half inch thick, oh,
but it had cute fluffy white poms for the ends on the string that wound
through the hood! Who could have passed that up? Not Gloria, her best friend,
and buyer of the piece of clothing.
Slinging her purse over her right shoulder, the frigidly cold Crystal
snatched her bags up, and ran after her parents to the inside of the airport.
She waited behind them, looking around at the sights while her parents dealt
with finding where to find the little puddle jumper that would take them to
Everwood. 'Why were they going to this god-forsaken miniature Iceland?' was
one of the thoughts in her head as she wandered mentally and then later,
physically. She thought long and hard on this, having forgotten from either
not caring or not wanting to know. Though it came back to her rather quickly.
Grampa was taken ill with his cancer working up, and Grams couldn't take care
of him all by herself, and she thought it would be good if the family came
out. The parents had been complaining about how expensive things were
becoming; gas, housing, taxes. That, and Crystal was becoming too absorbed in
herself that a good change would bring her around to noting that not
everything was about her. A long, quiet sigh was again endured as she wished
she could have had some kind of second chance.
Soon enough, the family sat down to having a quick lunch which
consisted of an egg salad sandwich for Janice, a meatball sandwich for Dean,
and a petite peanut butter and jelly for Crys. "So, we're getting close to our
new home," Janice cheerily squealed over her food. "Is everyone excited?"
Crystal didn't really look up, so Dean filled the air. "Well I am. I've missed
Grampa and Grams. Crystal?" He'd noticed she was rather hovering over her food
more than eating it. She hadn't noticed him call her, so he spoke up a
bit. "Crystal? Honey, are you okay?" Crystal barely spoke up when she retorted
to him, "What do YOU think?" Dean realized that it was probably a hard time
for her, and let her alone. They ate the rest of their meal in silence.
They finished their lunches and gathered their baggage up, heading off
to find their next gate. Again, Crystal's mind went into wandering, looking at
the her new surroundings, but not letting herself get used to it since this
was not going to be her home. No, she wouldn't have the lovely city, even if
it were covered in snow. No, what she got, she had yet to see. She'd never
been out of the shelter of California, let alone in the snow. And now it
seemed she'd be knee-deep if she stood outside long enough. With a
dismissive 'ugh', she stepped outside into the cold and looked at the pitiful
excuse for a plane... a puddle jumper. It'd probably barely hold 15
passengers. But she boarded it anyway, holding up her bags so she wouldn't hit
any of the other passengers.
When she finally sat down, she was next to her mother. Her father was
ahead of her one seat, in front of her mother. Janice turned to her and
informed her, "It's probably only going to be 30 minutes, so it wouldn't be
worth it to sleep. Besides, look outside, the snow has let up so you can look
at Colorado from the window." She smiled at her daughter, even though she
could see the annoyance on the girl's face.
Crystal tried to make her mother happy, so she tentatively looked out
the window, but sat back in her seat after a minute or so of leaning over. She
sighed, and watched the woods below them, and actually slightly took a liking
to how the snow swivelled around the air effortlessly, and it seemed to be
picking up. This became more noticeable as the plane itself began to shake
lightly, and when it became harsh, and the captain started to speak over the
intercom to calm his trustful passengers, that was when Crystal reached for
her mother's hand. Janice held tightly onto Crystal, as the intercom became
more staticy until it finally cut out. The puddle jumper endured turbulance
before, but now this was violent.
Noises came over the staticy intercom, voices of the captain and
pilots, "What do you MEAN snowstorm? Why didn't we hear before we took off?
No, I didn't get that memo. No. Well, find out why later. Right now this
bird's got flying trouble! What? Where?!" More arguing went on until someone
notified a stewerdess that bits of the captains conversation were leaking
through. The wings began to flap up and down as if they were made of rubber,
which they most certainly were not, until the plane began to take a nose dive,
slowly pulling up slightly so they flew right into the very woods Crystal was
beginning to admire just minutes before. Bits and pieces of the plane
scattered, a wing breaking and flinging off somewhere else. And soon, all was
silent.
do- own anyone who is made up, because guess what? IIII made them up. So yeah,
I dont own Ephram, if I did, well we won't go into that ^.~ I don't own Amy,
if I did, well we won't go into that either . Grr.
A/N: I realize there are sooooooooo many Mary Sue's out for Ephram in the
Everwood category, so I'm going to try my absolute DARNDEST to stay away from
Mary Anything e.e All reviews are greatly appreciated, but NO FLAMES! If you
wanna flame me, leave e.e I don't want any flames, just constructive
criticism. And of course, praise is always welcome ^_~ Hehe. Anyway, ON with
the story!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Crystal Williams had been spending her few weeks before school began
making the best of her summer vacation. The books on her summer reading list
were completely forgotten, and best suited that way. She knew it was coming,
as did her family, her friends. The thought had been pushed aside though, "We
have all summer and fall until it's time. Don't think too much on it, Crystal.
It's really for the best." 'Yeah, the best, sure.' Crystal didn't really want
to hear of it at first, but as time passed, and her life went progressively
downwards, she was looking more and more forward to the time. And that time
was picking up, as boxes piled in storage units, and people strolled through
their lovely house. It all came down to it. Crystal was going to be up-rooted,
for the first time in her life, and planted somewhere else.
Many a-thought floated through the girl's head as she made her short
descent down the crab-grass-ridden hill. This was actually tough work for her
in her pink, foam, platform thongs. She could feel the blisters starting to
form already, the ever-present thought of 'Ow...' with each rub of the
protective plastic wrap against the inside of her toes. Her head tilted back
so she could look up at the burning California sun one last real time,
appreciating how it would scorch her skin and tan it a nice golden brown. But
the days were drawing to a close, as was this one. Crystal returned home, and
the weeks passed on. In with empty boxes, and out with filled.
Finally, though, one hazed and cloudy day, the Williamses stood
outside their house and looked at it for the last memorable time. Janice and
Dean Williams turned from their daughter, and headed for the taxi. They
beckoned her to follow, which she did, after one more real look. Sliding into
the cab, she rested her head on her mother's shoulder, and by instinct Janice
placed her hand over Crystal's temple, gently stroking to comfort her. A deep
sigh was inhaled as the car began to move after Dean instructed they needed to
get to the San Jose airport.
Crowded couldn't be a strong enough word to describe the amount of
people in the airport that day. Not that the family wasn't used to it, they
travelled bi-yearly or more by plane. They headed down the familiar routes to
their gate after collecting their tickets that morning. It was the wait inside
the building that nearly killed Crystal. After hours of torture, she finally
found herself crampingly settled in one of the many window-seats on the
airbus, her parents sitting on the left of her. She leaned over onto her
pillow, which she routinely nestled up against the window, where if she opened
her eyes, she could look out below her. Her body wouldn't allow her to rest
until she was sure that they had taken off. As unhappy as she was at the
moment, deep down, she always loved taking off and landing in planes. Someday,
she wanted to be in the Air Force, or maybe a pilot herself.
An hour or so later, the plane touched down in Denver, Colorado. The
Williams family gathered their bags together, dodging the falling baggage that
had been hastily thrown overhead by other passengers. Dean collected his two
carry-on bags, Janice her two bags and her purse, and finally Crystal with her
two pieces of luggage, purse, and jacket. When their turn came to exit the
plane, they quickly shuffled down the aisle to the door to walk down the
stairs. The girl gasped suddenly as she stepped outside, hit with a
surprisingly cold wind. She had known that it was cold in Colorado but she
never took the warnings seriously.
She followed her parents down the stairs as speedy as she could, and
when they could stop a moment, she dropped her bags and pulled her jacket
on. 'Oh yeah, great choice of jacket. Fluffy poms really work wonders.' She
sighed at her pitiful looking jacket. It was only about a half inch thick, oh,
but it had cute fluffy white poms for the ends on the string that wound
through the hood! Who could have passed that up? Not Gloria, her best friend,
and buyer of the piece of clothing.
Slinging her purse over her right shoulder, the frigidly cold Crystal
snatched her bags up, and ran after her parents to the inside of the airport.
She waited behind them, looking around at the sights while her parents dealt
with finding where to find the little puddle jumper that would take them to
Everwood. 'Why were they going to this god-forsaken miniature Iceland?' was
one of the thoughts in her head as she wandered mentally and then later,
physically. She thought long and hard on this, having forgotten from either
not caring or not wanting to know. Though it came back to her rather quickly.
Grampa was taken ill with his cancer working up, and Grams couldn't take care
of him all by herself, and she thought it would be good if the family came
out. The parents had been complaining about how expensive things were
becoming; gas, housing, taxes. That, and Crystal was becoming too absorbed in
herself that a good change would bring her around to noting that not
everything was about her. A long, quiet sigh was again endured as she wished
she could have had some kind of second chance.
Soon enough, the family sat down to having a quick lunch which
consisted of an egg salad sandwich for Janice, a meatball sandwich for Dean,
and a petite peanut butter and jelly for Crys. "So, we're getting close to our
new home," Janice cheerily squealed over her food. "Is everyone excited?"
Crystal didn't really look up, so Dean filled the air. "Well I am. I've missed
Grampa and Grams. Crystal?" He'd noticed she was rather hovering over her food
more than eating it. She hadn't noticed him call her, so he spoke up a
bit. "Crystal? Honey, are you okay?" Crystal barely spoke up when she retorted
to him, "What do YOU think?" Dean realized that it was probably a hard time
for her, and let her alone. They ate the rest of their meal in silence.
They finished their lunches and gathered their baggage up, heading off
to find their next gate. Again, Crystal's mind went into wandering, looking at
the her new surroundings, but not letting herself get used to it since this
was not going to be her home. No, she wouldn't have the lovely city, even if
it were covered in snow. No, what she got, she had yet to see. She'd never
been out of the shelter of California, let alone in the snow. And now it
seemed she'd be knee-deep if she stood outside long enough. With a
dismissive 'ugh', she stepped outside into the cold and looked at the pitiful
excuse for a plane... a puddle jumper. It'd probably barely hold 15
passengers. But she boarded it anyway, holding up her bags so she wouldn't hit
any of the other passengers.
When she finally sat down, she was next to her mother. Her father was
ahead of her one seat, in front of her mother. Janice turned to her and
informed her, "It's probably only going to be 30 minutes, so it wouldn't be
worth it to sleep. Besides, look outside, the snow has let up so you can look
at Colorado from the window." She smiled at her daughter, even though she
could see the annoyance on the girl's face.
Crystal tried to make her mother happy, so she tentatively looked out
the window, but sat back in her seat after a minute or so of leaning over. She
sighed, and watched the woods below them, and actually slightly took a liking
to how the snow swivelled around the air effortlessly, and it seemed to be
picking up. This became more noticeable as the plane itself began to shake
lightly, and when it became harsh, and the captain started to speak over the
intercom to calm his trustful passengers, that was when Crystal reached for
her mother's hand. Janice held tightly onto Crystal, as the intercom became
more staticy until it finally cut out. The puddle jumper endured turbulance
before, but now this was violent.
Noises came over the staticy intercom, voices of the captain and
pilots, "What do you MEAN snowstorm? Why didn't we hear before we took off?
No, I didn't get that memo. No. Well, find out why later. Right now this
bird's got flying trouble! What? Where?!" More arguing went on until someone
notified a stewerdess that bits of the captains conversation were leaking
through. The wings began to flap up and down as if they were made of rubber,
which they most certainly were not, until the plane began to take a nose dive,
slowly pulling up slightly so they flew right into the very woods Crystal was
beginning to admire just minutes before. Bits and pieces of the plane
scattered, a wing breaking and flinging off somewhere else. And soon, all was
silent.