Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood
a.k.a. Genevive
By Shelly (singcraz)
Disclaimers: I don't own the show Everwood, but I do own the character Genevive, and I wish I owned 'Ephie'.
Spoilers: none
Thank you guys for reading this! Especially those people who take the time to review (you know who you are you lucky dogs, you!) (
C-Chan: Awww, someone's addicted to this! *Tear, tear *! That is so awesome! You make me proud! AND- you were right, Amy is having some major jealousy issues in this fic., and you'll see how far she goes with them in the next chapter! Yay!
Ditey: I love Bright too, he's the best. I couldn't stop laughing when he was imitating Amy! "Hi, I'm Amy, and I have perfect skin!" Tee hee! I told you guys this girl seeks me out! Soo many reviews!
Faith: Glad you like this fic. It seems I have a new follower, perhaps! ;-)
Liz The Slayer: glad you liked it too! I do wonder if Gen and Ephram will get together..., hmmmm, and I'm the writer!
Mina-Nel: And how could I forget you? Now, your whole B/G thoughts, I'm one step ahead of you. That all comes in chpt. (drum roll please...) 6! Yessiree! I thought about all of that last night, and I am writing it down right now! Heehee, great minds think alike! (Now this is one long short note! What an oxymoron!)
I enjoy writing this fic., but I've had a lot on my plate, so it may take a while to update chapters through this story. I also have to mention that Gen is based on someone I know, and perhaps that secret will be revealed in a later chapter, but people have to review before I get there (wink wink, nudge nudge!) So anyways, on with it already!
CHAPTER 4
Ephram awoke to the sound of light snoring and rushing water. He stretched his arms as far as they could reach and slowly opened his eyes. The rock he had fallen asleep on was now covered in the shade, and the sun was falling into the west, taking its time on the way there. He checked his waterproof watch.
5:02 PM it read, and Ephram slowly rolled over on his side. He had been there for two hours, and he could see the angelic figure next to him. She was also on her side, her lips parted slightly, but her lids were shut and she was still sleeping. He could hear the faint whistling sound of her breathing, and kissed her forehead.
"I guess everyone has their flaws," he whispered to himself. "Sleeping Beauty over here snores, and mine is that I can't help falling for her. Damn, I'm starting to sound like a poet. This is not good for my reputation..."
"What reputation?" the young woman asked innocently.
"How much of that did you hear?" Ephram asked Gen as she opened her eyes slightly.
"Just, something about you being a poet, which, sorry to say, will never happen," she answered as she sat up. She stretched and yawned, and her body threatened to fall back to sleep. Ephram scooped up some water in his cupped hand and sprinkled it on her face.
"Brrr... it's cold out here, there must be some taros in the* yawn *... atmosphere," she yawned as the water hit her face. She pulled her legs to sit Indian stile, or as she called it 'The Lotus Stance'. She had been way into yoga at the beginning of high school. Ephram never let her forget it.
"No! My ears my ears! Spare me! No 'Bring It On' references! NOOOOO!" Ephram shouted as he covered his ears with his hands.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist," she said as she stretched once more. She rubbed her check with her hands as if she was in pain. "Mmmmmm, my face hurts! Falling asleep on rocks is no fun!" she whined like a five-year-old.
Gen was fixing her now mussed hair back into a ponytail.
"Well, falling asleep with you is no fun anywhere!" he said. She slapped his arm.
"Meanie!" she said as she stuck out her tongue. She went back to fixing her hair and Ephram tickled her sides.
"Aaahh! Aaahh! Stop it! Help, help! Save me!!!!" she screamed. She fell onto her back. Ephram took advantage of this vulnerability and claimed her stomach. "Noooo! No! Please no! Stop it!" she yelled, trying to block her tummy with her hands. "NO! Bad, bad man!" She finally was able to sit up and move around. She stood up before Ephram could lunge for her, and he fell with all his weight on his elbow.
"Aw, damn!" he shouted as the tingly pain reached his head. He rolled over onto his side and held his elbow, his arm all numb.
"Ephram! Are you okay?" Genevive asked as she ran to his side. She kneeled and helped him sit. "It's okay Ephie, it's okay... don't worry," Ephram was crying so hard he almost laughed. No one had called him 'Ephie' since fourth grade. Genevive carefully took his elbow and kissed it. The pain didn't go away, but all the same, he felt better. He remembered when his mom did that all the time when he had been little. He had been a weakling as a kid, but he'd grown up fast, and had his first real fight at the start of middle school. The pain was still going up and down his arm, like a million needles, but when her lips had stroked his arm, he stopped sobbing. He wiped his tears away with his good arm.
"Sorry about that," he said. His eyes were red and he was still cupping his arm, but he would be okay.
"Don't worry about it. But... how are we gonna cross the river now?" she asked, searching for an escape route. She looked for stepping stones, a dead tree, anything that they wouldn't have to swim to. No luck; the river was entirely bare. There was nothing, he'd have to swim.
"Do you have any tooth floss? We can swing onto the ledge," Ephram suggested jokingly.
"That only works in Austin Powers," Genevive answered truthfully. "We're going to have to swim, and that's that," she ended. "Here, hang on a sec." Gen said. She stood up and grabbed Ephram's black Metallica shirt. She shaped it so it looked like a sling. She helped Ephram's head into the large hole, and arm in to the 'sling'. "Now you can't use your arm while we swim across. I'll help you, besides, the current isn't that strong," Ephram was grateful. Gen grabbed her shirt and slinked down into the water, trying as hard as she could to keep it dry. She helped Ephram down and helped pull him to safety. Ephram cringed when the ice cold water it his slightly burnt skin, but it wasn't too bad as he got used to it. When they got to the other side, Genevive suggested that they walk to Andy's work so they could find out it he was hurt seriously. Ephram agreed, but this time Gen wasn't being carried. Ephram leaned on her and she told him some gross jokes as they walked off.
~*~*~*~
Andrew Brown was with a patient.
"What kind of coin is it today, Ms. Kirkpatrick?" Andy asked as he searched through his filing cabinet.
"A quarter," the young woman answered.
"Wow, last week he could barely fit a nickel up there!" Andy said as he looked at the little boy with a coin up his nose. "Now, Joshua, why do you always put mommy's coins up your nose?" he asked politely with his hands on his knees. The little boy looked up.
"Because she takes me here and I get a lolly afterwards!" the blonde-haired- boy answered excitedly with a nasal voice.
"It all comes back to the sugar!" Andy exclaimed while his eyes crinkled with a laugh. When he got the quarter out (after a lot of tugging), he handed the boy a sucker, and the woman her quarter. "Cherry as usual, I presume," he stated. The boy looked cheery as ever, but the mother looked disgusted. As he walked out holding his mom's hand, she scolded him.
"You're going to be the end of me, Josh, you know that?" she whispered. As they walked out the door, Ephram and Gen walked in laughing.
"Cute kid," Andy said, his eyes still crinkled in a smile. When he saw his son in the makeshift sling, his smile faded. "What happened Ephram?" he asked as he rushed over to him.
"I got in a fight with a drug dealer," Ephram replied sarcastically. "When he wouldn't give me my coke, I threatened to pull out my gun and he slugged me right in the arm," he ended dramatically, clutching at his heart.
"This is no time for sarcasm, what really happened?" Andy persisted; now looking at Gen. Genevive answered this time.
"He was trying to lunge at me..." Andy looked at his son confused. *Lunging at girls, that's my son. * he thought. He looked at Ephram, and Ephram tried to shrug, but it hurt his arm. Genevive picked up. "...No no! Not like that! We were just messing around. So anyways, I moved and he fell on his elbow. I think he's really hurt so I made him this sling."
"That was very smart of you Gen. Now, come on Ephram. To the table," he shouted. No one else was in his office, so he brought Ephram in.
"You okay, Private?" Edna asked him on the way to the patient's room. Ephram saluted with his free arm, and she smiled and got back to her paperwork. Ephram sat on the doctor's table, and took off the sling carefully. He cringed, and put the damp shirt back on. Genevive sat next to him with her hand lightly placed on his thigh. His father got into a series of tests.
"Does this hurt?" he asked as he moved Ephram's shoulder.
"Nope," Ephram replied. There were about four more "Does this hurt?"'s from his dad, and he shook is head at all of them except when his dad tapped his elbow lightly. His reflex made his back straighten, and he grimaced. Gen tightened her grip on him.
"I'll take that one as a yes. Ephram, I think you chipped a bone on your elbow. I'll give you a bandage to wrap around it, and a sling to wear for a few days. If that doesn't help, you'll need a cast. But we'll give it about five days," Ephram nodded. "And you," Andy added, pointing at Gen. "You have to make sure that he doesn't use that arm. Otherwise, this just won't work out," Genevive nodded. Andy got the bandage and wrapped it around Ephram's arm several times, and Genevive helped him put the real sling on. "Now run along, I don't what you sticking around here all day!" he shouted. Ephram and Genevive walked out the door.
"So finish that joke, Gen," Ephram said.
"Oh, oh yeah! So anyway's, then man told the other man, 'That wasn't me! That was my ten-year-old son!'(A/N: this isn't even a real joke, but if it was, I wouldn't want to hear it!)" They walked out laughing, and Andy just shook his head laughing. As they left, Amy walked down the street. When she saw them holding hands and laughing, she just smiled and waved. Ephram waved back, but didn't pay close attention or say anything as his hands rubbed slightly. Inside, Amy was reddening with jealousy.
I hate the girl, * she thought enviously, but she knew that if someone could make Ephram laugh like that, she couldn't be all that bad.
A/N: Soooo, how'd ya like this one! Please don't kill me if it sucks! It's a little out of character for Ephram to cry like that and writhe in pain, but imagine falling with all your weight onto your elbow, hitting a rock. OUCH!
Love,
~*~Shelly~*~
Disclaimers: I don't own the show Everwood, but I do own the character Genevive, and I wish I owned 'Ephie'.
Spoilers: none
Thank you guys for reading this! Especially those people who take the time to review (you know who you are you lucky dogs, you!) (
C-Chan: Awww, someone's addicted to this! *Tear, tear *! That is so awesome! You make me proud! AND- you were right, Amy is having some major jealousy issues in this fic., and you'll see how far she goes with them in the next chapter! Yay!
Ditey: I love Bright too, he's the best. I couldn't stop laughing when he was imitating Amy! "Hi, I'm Amy, and I have perfect skin!" Tee hee! I told you guys this girl seeks me out! Soo many reviews!
Faith: Glad you like this fic. It seems I have a new follower, perhaps! ;-)
Liz The Slayer: glad you liked it too! I do wonder if Gen and Ephram will get together..., hmmmm, and I'm the writer!
Mina-Nel: And how could I forget you? Now, your whole B/G thoughts, I'm one step ahead of you. That all comes in chpt. (drum roll please...) 6! Yessiree! I thought about all of that last night, and I am writing it down right now! Heehee, great minds think alike! (Now this is one long short note! What an oxymoron!)
I enjoy writing this fic., but I've had a lot on my plate, so it may take a while to update chapters through this story. I also have to mention that Gen is based on someone I know, and perhaps that secret will be revealed in a later chapter, but people have to review before I get there (wink wink, nudge nudge!) So anyways, on with it already!
CHAPTER 4
Ephram awoke to the sound of light snoring and rushing water. He stretched his arms as far as they could reach and slowly opened his eyes. The rock he had fallen asleep on was now covered in the shade, and the sun was falling into the west, taking its time on the way there. He checked his waterproof watch.
5:02 PM it read, and Ephram slowly rolled over on his side. He had been there for two hours, and he could see the angelic figure next to him. She was also on her side, her lips parted slightly, but her lids were shut and she was still sleeping. He could hear the faint whistling sound of her breathing, and kissed her forehead.
"I guess everyone has their flaws," he whispered to himself. "Sleeping Beauty over here snores, and mine is that I can't help falling for her. Damn, I'm starting to sound like a poet. This is not good for my reputation..."
"What reputation?" the young woman asked innocently.
"How much of that did you hear?" Ephram asked Gen as she opened her eyes slightly.
"Just, something about you being a poet, which, sorry to say, will never happen," she answered as she sat up. She stretched and yawned, and her body threatened to fall back to sleep. Ephram scooped up some water in his cupped hand and sprinkled it on her face.
"Brrr... it's cold out here, there must be some taros in the* yawn *... atmosphere," she yawned as the water hit her face. She pulled her legs to sit Indian stile, or as she called it 'The Lotus Stance'. She had been way into yoga at the beginning of high school. Ephram never let her forget it.
"No! My ears my ears! Spare me! No 'Bring It On' references! NOOOOO!" Ephram shouted as he covered his ears with his hands.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist," she said as she stretched once more. She rubbed her check with her hands as if she was in pain. "Mmmmmm, my face hurts! Falling asleep on rocks is no fun!" she whined like a five-year-old.
Gen was fixing her now mussed hair back into a ponytail.
"Well, falling asleep with you is no fun anywhere!" he said. She slapped his arm.
"Meanie!" she said as she stuck out her tongue. She went back to fixing her hair and Ephram tickled her sides.
"Aaahh! Aaahh! Stop it! Help, help! Save me!!!!" she screamed. She fell onto her back. Ephram took advantage of this vulnerability and claimed her stomach. "Noooo! No! Please no! Stop it!" she yelled, trying to block her tummy with her hands. "NO! Bad, bad man!" She finally was able to sit up and move around. She stood up before Ephram could lunge for her, and he fell with all his weight on his elbow.
"Aw, damn!" he shouted as the tingly pain reached his head. He rolled over onto his side and held his elbow, his arm all numb.
"Ephram! Are you okay?" Genevive asked as she ran to his side. She kneeled and helped him sit. "It's okay Ephie, it's okay... don't worry," Ephram was crying so hard he almost laughed. No one had called him 'Ephie' since fourth grade. Genevive carefully took his elbow and kissed it. The pain didn't go away, but all the same, he felt better. He remembered when his mom did that all the time when he had been little. He had been a weakling as a kid, but he'd grown up fast, and had his first real fight at the start of middle school. The pain was still going up and down his arm, like a million needles, but when her lips had stroked his arm, he stopped sobbing. He wiped his tears away with his good arm.
"Sorry about that," he said. His eyes were red and he was still cupping his arm, but he would be okay.
"Don't worry about it. But... how are we gonna cross the river now?" she asked, searching for an escape route. She looked for stepping stones, a dead tree, anything that they wouldn't have to swim to. No luck; the river was entirely bare. There was nothing, he'd have to swim.
"Do you have any tooth floss? We can swing onto the ledge," Ephram suggested jokingly.
"That only works in Austin Powers," Genevive answered truthfully. "We're going to have to swim, and that's that," she ended. "Here, hang on a sec." Gen said. She stood up and grabbed Ephram's black Metallica shirt. She shaped it so it looked like a sling. She helped Ephram's head into the large hole, and arm in to the 'sling'. "Now you can't use your arm while we swim across. I'll help you, besides, the current isn't that strong," Ephram was grateful. Gen grabbed her shirt and slinked down into the water, trying as hard as she could to keep it dry. She helped Ephram down and helped pull him to safety. Ephram cringed when the ice cold water it his slightly burnt skin, but it wasn't too bad as he got used to it. When they got to the other side, Genevive suggested that they walk to Andy's work so they could find out it he was hurt seriously. Ephram agreed, but this time Gen wasn't being carried. Ephram leaned on her and she told him some gross jokes as they walked off.
~*~*~*~
Andrew Brown was with a patient.
"What kind of coin is it today, Ms. Kirkpatrick?" Andy asked as he searched through his filing cabinet.
"A quarter," the young woman answered.
"Wow, last week he could barely fit a nickel up there!" Andy said as he looked at the little boy with a coin up his nose. "Now, Joshua, why do you always put mommy's coins up your nose?" he asked politely with his hands on his knees. The little boy looked up.
"Because she takes me here and I get a lolly afterwards!" the blonde-haired- boy answered excitedly with a nasal voice.
"It all comes back to the sugar!" Andy exclaimed while his eyes crinkled with a laugh. When he got the quarter out (after a lot of tugging), he handed the boy a sucker, and the woman her quarter. "Cherry as usual, I presume," he stated. The boy looked cheery as ever, but the mother looked disgusted. As he walked out holding his mom's hand, she scolded him.
"You're going to be the end of me, Josh, you know that?" she whispered. As they walked out the door, Ephram and Gen walked in laughing.
"Cute kid," Andy said, his eyes still crinkled in a smile. When he saw his son in the makeshift sling, his smile faded. "What happened Ephram?" he asked as he rushed over to him.
"I got in a fight with a drug dealer," Ephram replied sarcastically. "When he wouldn't give me my coke, I threatened to pull out my gun and he slugged me right in the arm," he ended dramatically, clutching at his heart.
"This is no time for sarcasm, what really happened?" Andy persisted; now looking at Gen. Genevive answered this time.
"He was trying to lunge at me..." Andy looked at his son confused. *Lunging at girls, that's my son. * he thought. He looked at Ephram, and Ephram tried to shrug, but it hurt his arm. Genevive picked up. "...No no! Not like that! We were just messing around. So anyways, I moved and he fell on his elbow. I think he's really hurt so I made him this sling."
"That was very smart of you Gen. Now, come on Ephram. To the table," he shouted. No one else was in his office, so he brought Ephram in.
"You okay, Private?" Edna asked him on the way to the patient's room. Ephram saluted with his free arm, and she smiled and got back to her paperwork. Ephram sat on the doctor's table, and took off the sling carefully. He cringed, and put the damp shirt back on. Genevive sat next to him with her hand lightly placed on his thigh. His father got into a series of tests.
"Does this hurt?" he asked as he moved Ephram's shoulder.
"Nope," Ephram replied. There were about four more "Does this hurt?"'s from his dad, and he shook is head at all of them except when his dad tapped his elbow lightly. His reflex made his back straighten, and he grimaced. Gen tightened her grip on him.
"I'll take that one as a yes. Ephram, I think you chipped a bone on your elbow. I'll give you a bandage to wrap around it, and a sling to wear for a few days. If that doesn't help, you'll need a cast. But we'll give it about five days," Ephram nodded. "And you," Andy added, pointing at Gen. "You have to make sure that he doesn't use that arm. Otherwise, this just won't work out," Genevive nodded. Andy got the bandage and wrapped it around Ephram's arm several times, and Genevive helped him put the real sling on. "Now run along, I don't what you sticking around here all day!" he shouted. Ephram and Genevive walked out the door.
"So finish that joke, Gen," Ephram said.
"Oh, oh yeah! So anyway's, then man told the other man, 'That wasn't me! That was my ten-year-old son!'(A/N: this isn't even a real joke, but if it was, I wouldn't want to hear it!)" They walked out laughing, and Andy just shook his head laughing. As they left, Amy walked down the street. When she saw them holding hands and laughing, she just smiled and waved. Ephram waved back, but didn't pay close attention or say anything as his hands rubbed slightly. Inside, Amy was reddening with jealousy.
I hate the girl, * she thought enviously, but she knew that if someone could make Ephram laugh like that, she couldn't be all that bad.
A/N: Soooo, how'd ya like this one! Please don't kill me if it sucks! It's a little out of character for Ephram to cry like that and writhe in pain, but imagine falling with all your weight onto your elbow, hitting a rock. OUCH!
Love,
~*~Shelly~*~