Title: Double Whammy
Chapter: Five
Chapter Title: Act Two, Scenes Five Through Seven
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters portrayed here and no profit is being made from their use. Except Claire and her family. I own them.
Spoilers: Just up to the title for Episode 19 which will not air until late March at least.
Authors Note: This is my first Everwood fic, and maybe I shouldn't have done it in script format, but the way I wanted the story to be practically required it. I would love to hear CONSTRUCTIVE feedback. I know it's short, but because it's the teaser, it had to be. The next chapters are longer. So, let me know what you think okay? Thanks to Chris and Nate for betaing me

As this is the end I have some extra things to add... Yes, there will be a sequel, I won't be writing it until AFTER the season finale so don't bother asking. Now, I was told a part of this seemed a little harsh and after deliberation and consideration and all of that I decided it was harsh because it needed to be harsh. I can see the harshness and I understand it.
Where does it go?: Season One, between Episode 18: "The Unveiling" and Episode 19: "Moonlight Sonata."

Act Two, Scenes Five Through Seven

(We return with a shot of Delia's classroom, it's morning, and kids are yawning all over the place. Delia and Claire are seated, peacefully, in their respective seats, bright eyed, bushy tailed and cap-less. Mrs. Violet walks in.)

Mrs. Violet: Class, please sit down and we'll begin today's lessons. Today we're going to discuss plants. How they grow from seeds to plants. You see, they start off as a seed.

(She tries to pick up a piece of chalk off of the blackboard's rail. It doesn't budge. She tries another, it doesn't budge. She tries the last, it doesn't budge. She opens a desk drawer and pulls out a chalk box, it's empty. She goes back and tries to pick up the chalk again. It still doesn't move. Kids are snickering now, under the desk level and behind the other kids backs Delia and Claire lean back. Delia waves a bottle of super glue at her and they smile.)

Mrs. Violet: Class, if you'll excuse me, I just have to run down to the office. Betty, could you please be my helper and watch the class while I'm gone.

Betty: Of course Mrs. Violet.

(Mrs. Violet leaves, Delia jumps up and sneaks to the door, she peeks out the window then turns to Claire and smiles. Claire jumps up and they both reach into their pockets. Claire pulls out a piece of chalk, Delia an eraser. They go up to the board and Claire draws a hangman board. She turns and points to a boy.)

Claire: Guess a letter.

Betty: I'm telling Mrs. Violet!

Boy 1: Shut up Betty. S, Claire.

(Claire marks down one S and looks at the next boy)

Boy 2: M

Betty: You did something to the chalk, and I'm going to tell!

Delia: Duh, we super-glued it.

(Claire marks down the M. A bunch of boys and a few girls snicker)

Boy 3: Classic.

Betty: It's not funny.

Boy 2: Betty, put a sock in it, we're trying to play.

Boy 4: It's my turn. I.

(Claire shakes her head and writes I off to the side then gives the hangman a head.)

Betty: This is horrible! It's wrong!

Girl 1: Put a cork in it, Betty.

Girl 2: Yeah.

Boy 1: Betty if you tattle you'd better get your mommy to walk you to and from school every day and stay with the teacher at recess.

(Several children nod in agreement.)

Betty: Why?

Boy 3: Because we'll put the smack down on you.

Claire: You watch too much wrestling.

Delia: Betty, just keep quiet about it, it's not hurting anyone.

Betty: Make me.

Boy 1: Oh I will.

Delia: Fine.

(She walks over and hands Betty some change,)

Delia: I just bought your silence.

(Betty counts it)

Betty: Throw in another dime and consider it done.

(Delia hands her another dime)

Delia: Class, the moral of this story, is people can be bought.

(The class laughs)

Girl 3: Quick, she's coming.

(Delia tosses Claire the eraser. Claire wipes away the hangman game and tosses the eraser to Delia, they both dash to their seats, shoving the items in their pocket. They sit just as the door opens.)

Mrs. Violet: Now, back to what we were discussing class.

(Cut to Ephram and Colin at Ephram's locker)

Colin: Laynie called last night.

Ephram: Oh?

Colin: Yeah, she wanted to let me know she got there okay.

(Ephram nods and they're quiet a bit)

Colin: I have the address and phone number if you want them.

Ephram: Oh, yeah, sure.

(Colin digs into his bag and pulls out a piece of paper. As he hands it to Ephram Amy walks up.)

Amy: Hey guys.

(She leans toward Colin to kiss him but he puts a hand on her shoulder.)

Colin: Good, I need to talk to you.

(Colin glances at Ephram who nods and shuts his locker.)

Ephram: I've got to go talk to Mr. Anderson. I'll talk to you guys later.

(Ephram walks off and Colin leans against his locker.)

Amy: So, what's up?

Colin: I remembered something the other day, about you and I.

Amy: Oh that's great! Was it the valentine's dance freshman year?

Colin: Uh, no, actually it was a conversation Laynie and I were having about you.

Amy: Oh. Okay.

Colin: Something must have been wrong, with us. See, I was going to break up with you, then I got into the accident. Well, you know the rest.

Amy: What, you were going to break up with me?

Colin: Yeah, I asked Laynie about it after I remembered. She told me why, and I see it, I really do. Because you haven't changed. I changed and in my changing it buried it, I thought it was normal. I thought it was because of the coma, that you were trying to help. But now that I remember, it's not right, and I'm beginning to feel stifled again.

Amy: What are you trying to say?

Colin: You're too needy. You're clingy. I don't even really know how else to describe it but I feel like I'm handcuffed under a magnifying glass. I can't even be me. If I even had a me to be I couldn't be him. I'd be too busy trying to be who you want me to be. Because you'd be controlling me. I can't live with that. So I won't.

Amy: Are you saying it's over?

Colin: Yeah. I guess I am.

(Cut to Delia and Claire walking out of the school together. Bright is leaning against the bike rack waiting for them.)

Bright: So, how'd it go?

Claire: Well, very well.

Delia: While she was gone we played hangman.

Bright: Really? That's dangerous! You revealed yourselves as the culprits and I'm sure she had a goody two shoes watcher in there.

Claire: Yeah, Betty.

Delia: But she shut up real fast.

Claire: Everyone else was on our side.

Delia: We even had a lookout.

Claire: Plus, the boys told Betty to be quiet or else.

Bright: Or else what?

Claire: They'd 'put the smack down' on her.

(Claire rolls her eyes and Bright snorts.)

Delia: Plus I gave her some of my lunch money and bought her silence.

Bright: So what'd you do for lunch?

Claire: I gave her half of my sandwich and my apple.

Bright: So I guess you guys are hungry?

Claire and Delia: Yeah.

Bright: Right, well how about a snack at Mama Joy's, my treat.

Claire: Okay but I have to tell my mom.

Delia: I have to go there anyways.

Bright: Claire, you can call your mom from there.

Claire: Okay.

(The three walk off together, laughing and joking around. The camera stays as they grow further away and smaller.)

(Fade to Black)