Im mela ar' naur By: Jesse Drache

Disclaimers: I do not own Everwood or the characters…what a pity

Warning: This is Ephram/Bright slash; if you don't like it, don't read it.

Rating: PG-13 but may get higher as time goes on
Chapter 9: Ona
Ephram stood at the foot of the tree below Bright's room, a plastic bag
in his left hand.

Hesitantly he looked at the tree, then at the dark window, and finally
at the empty street behind him.

Wrapping the plastic bag around his hand, he extended his arms and
grabbed on to the lowest branch, then boosted himself upward.

Thankfully Ephram somehow managed to reach the branches near
Bright's window without falling or looking down at the ground.

He let out a sigh of relief when he realized that the window had been
left open and he wouldn't have to knock to get inside.

Reaching out, he managed to grab onto the windowsill and push the
window open the rest of the way and climb through without falling.

Walking across the darkened room, Ephram jumped and almost let out
a yell when the room was suddenly filled with light.

Turning around slowly, Ephram exhaled before facing the figure on the
bed.

"Ephram?" a very sleepy Bright mumbled from where he laid on the
bed, his eyes half closed against the light.

"Yeah," Ephram said, standing in the middle of the room looking like
he wanted to jump back out the window.

"What are you doing here?" Bright asked, wincing slightly as he tried
to sit up on the bed.

Ephram moved to help him, but stopped mid motion.

"I came to say 'I'm sorry'," he said, looking up to meet the other boy's
blue eyes. "I tried to come visit you."

"Amy told me. She said she was going to ballet class and she saw you
standing by the doors. She said you looked…scared." Bright said, not
taking his eyes off Ephram's face.

"I-I couldn't go in. I haven't been in a hospital since my mom di-
passed away."

Bright watched silently as a single tear slid down Ephram's face.

"It's ok," he said, reaching out for him, but being impeded by the
shooting pain at his side.

"Don't-" Ephram shot forward, pushing Bright back down on the bed.

Bright let himself be eased down onto his pillow, grabbing onto
Ephram's hands and making him sit at the edge of the bed.

"You haven't left for New York yet."

"Nah, my father decided to go Nazi on me at the last minute and is
holding me here in Everwood until I manage to escape under the
excuse of college," Ephram said, smiling sadly at the irony of the
situation.

"What's in the bag?" Bright asked, running his hand softly down
Ephram's cheek and wiping away the tear.

"Oh, yeah. I didn't know what to bring and flowers seemed too corny
so I brought you this instead." Ephram said, smiling and handing over
the plastic bag.

Bright looked in the bag and let out a laugh.

"You brought me ice cream," Bright said, taking out the pint of rocky
road.

"Amy told me it was your favorite."

"Thanks. But, I don't have spoon."

Bright watched amusedly as Ephram rummaged around in the pocket
of his coat and pulled out a small soupspoon.

"Pilfered from the Brown family's kitchen," he said handing the blonde
boy the spoon.

Ephram sat on the bed for what seemed like forever watching Bright
eat the ice cream.

The silence between them grew uncomfortable and searching for an
escaped, Ephram glanced at his watch then leapt to his feet and put
on the jacket that he had at some point in time taken off.

"I better go home, it's late," he said, moving towards the window.

"No, stay. Give your dad something to worry about," Bright said,
smirking while he placed the ice cream on the nightstand.

Bright moved on the bed and lifted the sheets invitingly.

Ephram hesitated for a moment before taking of the jacket and toeing
off his shoes.

He slowly inched his way to the bed before getting in; turned so that
he faced Bright.

Laying his head on the pillow, he found that he was close enough that
he could feel Bright's breath ghost across his cheek.

"I'm sorry," Ephram finally said, meeting Bright's gaze.

"I'm sorry too," Bright answered moving his hand to Ephram's back in
an attempt to pull the boy closer.

He stopped abruptly when Ephram hissed and stiffened against him.

"Sorry, did I-"

"Your hands are cold," Ephram said, reaching back to hold Bright's
arms in place.

Bright felt Ephram relax against him and he let out a breath.

"All's forgiven?" Ephram asked.

"All's forgiven," Bright echoed, laying his head on Ephram's shoulder
and closing his eyes.

***

So now I'm presenting you guys with a choice, I can either write one
more chapter and end the story there, or I can keep writing about
Bright and Ephram's "adventures" around Everwood. Another
suggestion has been that I write a Colin/Ephra/Bright fanfict, but it's
really up to you guys. What do you thinks?

I've also written a Colin/Ephram fic. It's pure smut and definitely a
strong NC-17 if some of you are of age and interested. You can find it
at my website www.geocities.com/ange_enchante under the Everwood
fanfiction section.