TITLE: Tides of Fate
AUTHOR: Dark-Celeste37 E-MAIL: lauren_dunlop@hotmail.com RATING: PG-13 SUMMARY: Colin's dead, how will the town cope when another tragedy strikes? Will the tides of fate spare a teenage boy's life? DISCLAIMER: I do not own Everwood, or any of its characters, etc. Though I would like very much to own Gregory Smith. A/N: This is my first fanfic, so go easy on me. This takes place after the season finale. Anyway, reviews are very much appreciated! Enjoy!
"EPHRAM! Get you're lazy self OUT OF BED!" Andy's voice echoed up the halls and into the teenage boy's bedroom, where moments ago he had been in a deep slumber at this early hour. At the sound of he's father's extremely loud wake up call he had fallen out of bed, only to smack his head on the edge of his bed attempting to get up.
"Damn it! Why the hell is he making me get up at eight thirty on a Sunday morning?" Ephram seethed, rubbing his forehead. His father, who had reached Ephram's door in time to hear that last remark, replied, "It's the day of Colin's funeral, remember?" His face clouded. Ephram felt sorry for his father, something that rarely happened. Dr. Andrew Brown had taken Colin's death hard, blaming himself for it.
"Oh yeah. I forgot. What time do we have to be there?"
"Nine o' clock sharp, so you better hustle. Delia's already downstairs eating." With that, Andy made his way down the stairs.
"Yeah, well Delia isn't kept up all night with nightmares," Ephram muttered when he was certain his father was out of earshot.
Quarter to nine Ephram was downstairs freshly showered and fully clothed in his black suit. His father removed a blackened object from the toaster, put it on a plate and held it out to his son. Ephram looked down at what looked suspiciously like toast, though it was hard to tell since it had been reduced to near ashes. "Toast, Ephram?"
"Uh, I think I'll stick with cereal, dad." Ephram grabbed a box of cocoa puffs from the cupboard and took a seat beside his sister. Delia was dressed in a plain black dress with a black ribbon holding her hair back securely. She had finished her poptart, judging by her empty plate, with the exception of a few crumbs. Now she was hunched over her math notebook, puzzled by a question. Ephram glanced over at the problem and said, "It's sixteen." She looked at him, then at the question. Realization dawned on her and she wrote the answer down. "I get it now! Thanks Ephram. Now I'm done my homework." She scurried off to put the notebook in her backpack, and Ephram muttered, "Anytime," before eating his breakfast.
Almost the whole town had turned out to the cemetery on this cool, cloudy day to say their last good-byes to Colin Hart, hero of Everwood in the hearts of the people he knew.
Ephram spotted Amy standing with her family. Her eyes were red and her face was stained with tears. Bright's face was not much different. After all, Colin had been his best friend sine childhood. Had been. Past tense. He stood with Andy and Delia and gazed at the closed coffin that would soon be lowered into the ground. Ephram had never really liked Colin, but he hadn't deserved such a fate. The preacher was talking but Ephram wasn't listening. Thunder rumbled in the sky and the townspeople looked up at the darkening sky.
"Colin Hart was a good person."
The first raindrops hit when Bright was finishing up the eulogy Colin's parents had asked him to write.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
Now, as Colin's coffin was being lowered into the ground the rain started pouring down steadily. People were sobbing now, some crying silently, or some dry eyed. Ephram glanced at Amy, who stood stiffly, her face pale and brown eyes shining with unshed tears.
Soon people started filtering out of the cemetery. Amy's family remained to speak with Mr. and Mrs. Hart. Ephram followed his father and Delia slowly. After going a little ways he stopped and turned to see Amy looking at him. Their eyes met and stayed locked on each other for a minute. Ephram was getting drenched but that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was Amy. He was about to say something but then Colin's mother spoke to Amy, and she was forced to turn and reply. When she turned back he had gone. Her eyes searched around but he was nowhere to be seen.
A/N: Well, how was it? Remember, it's my first and any suggestions or whatever would be welcomed! Any case, review review review!!!! Please???
AUTHOR: Dark-Celeste37 E-MAIL: lauren_dunlop@hotmail.com RATING: PG-13 SUMMARY: Colin's dead, how will the town cope when another tragedy strikes? Will the tides of fate spare a teenage boy's life? DISCLAIMER: I do not own Everwood, or any of its characters, etc. Though I would like very much to own Gregory Smith. A/N: This is my first fanfic, so go easy on me. This takes place after the season finale. Anyway, reviews are very much appreciated! Enjoy!
"EPHRAM! Get you're lazy self OUT OF BED!" Andy's voice echoed up the halls and into the teenage boy's bedroom, where moments ago he had been in a deep slumber at this early hour. At the sound of he's father's extremely loud wake up call he had fallen out of bed, only to smack his head on the edge of his bed attempting to get up.
"Damn it! Why the hell is he making me get up at eight thirty on a Sunday morning?" Ephram seethed, rubbing his forehead. His father, who had reached Ephram's door in time to hear that last remark, replied, "It's the day of Colin's funeral, remember?" His face clouded. Ephram felt sorry for his father, something that rarely happened. Dr. Andrew Brown had taken Colin's death hard, blaming himself for it.
"Oh yeah. I forgot. What time do we have to be there?"
"Nine o' clock sharp, so you better hustle. Delia's already downstairs eating." With that, Andy made his way down the stairs.
"Yeah, well Delia isn't kept up all night with nightmares," Ephram muttered when he was certain his father was out of earshot.
Quarter to nine Ephram was downstairs freshly showered and fully clothed in his black suit. His father removed a blackened object from the toaster, put it on a plate and held it out to his son. Ephram looked down at what looked suspiciously like toast, though it was hard to tell since it had been reduced to near ashes. "Toast, Ephram?"
"Uh, I think I'll stick with cereal, dad." Ephram grabbed a box of cocoa puffs from the cupboard and took a seat beside his sister. Delia was dressed in a plain black dress with a black ribbon holding her hair back securely. She had finished her poptart, judging by her empty plate, with the exception of a few crumbs. Now she was hunched over her math notebook, puzzled by a question. Ephram glanced over at the problem and said, "It's sixteen." She looked at him, then at the question. Realization dawned on her and she wrote the answer down. "I get it now! Thanks Ephram. Now I'm done my homework." She scurried off to put the notebook in her backpack, and Ephram muttered, "Anytime," before eating his breakfast.
Almost the whole town had turned out to the cemetery on this cool, cloudy day to say their last good-byes to Colin Hart, hero of Everwood in the hearts of the people he knew.
Ephram spotted Amy standing with her family. Her eyes were red and her face was stained with tears. Bright's face was not much different. After all, Colin had been his best friend sine childhood. Had been. Past tense. He stood with Andy and Delia and gazed at the closed coffin that would soon be lowered into the ground. Ephram had never really liked Colin, but he hadn't deserved such a fate. The preacher was talking but Ephram wasn't listening. Thunder rumbled in the sky and the townspeople looked up at the darkening sky.
"Colin Hart was a good person."
The first raindrops hit when Bright was finishing up the eulogy Colin's parents had asked him to write.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
Now, as Colin's coffin was being lowered into the ground the rain started pouring down steadily. People were sobbing now, some crying silently, or some dry eyed. Ephram glanced at Amy, who stood stiffly, her face pale and brown eyes shining with unshed tears.
Soon people started filtering out of the cemetery. Amy's family remained to speak with Mr. and Mrs. Hart. Ephram followed his father and Delia slowly. After going a little ways he stopped and turned to see Amy looking at him. Their eyes met and stayed locked on each other for a minute. Ephram was getting drenched but that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was Amy. He was about to say something but then Colin's mother spoke to Amy, and she was forced to turn and reply. When she turned back he had gone. Her eyes searched around but he was nowhere to be seen.
A/N: Well, how was it? Remember, it's my first and any suggestions or whatever would be welcomed! Any case, review review review!!!! Please???