Title - Home
Rating - G for this part.
Disclaimer - Unfortunately, the OC does not belong to me. However if it did, it wouldn't be the OC
Summary - Completely AU. Seth and Summer make their individual ways back to Newport after 8 years only to find that some things never change.
Genre - Romance/Angst
Author's Note - Thanks bibleboymary4ever (love the name!) and ericanddonna4ever (strange synchrocity there!).reviews rock!..
Chapter 1 - Words
No! No! No! Not like this! NO! NO! NO!
Summer's mind raced, while her brain spewed forth strident negatives. She knew from the day she had stepped back into the rarefied air of Newport's uber-rich, that she would have to face him. She also knew from various snatches of conversations with his mother, that he was at Harvard but was planning to come back for the summer. She had hoped that their first meeting would be at some tiresome Newport society event. She would be dressed in some heavenly couture creation and he would be in a tux. Over flutes of champagne and trays of Brie, they would be coolly civil and politely pleasant. They would be Mr. Cohen and Ms. Roberts, not Seth and Summer. They had never been Seth and Summer anyway. There had been a chance long ago but then he....no..she...it happened. Summer did not want to go there. That was over, it was her past. She was here because she had to be. But soon she would be gone.
All that wishing and hoping had resulted in this. She was here in her oldest pair of jeans and the only clean t-shirt she had found. Her half- hour at the beach had resulted in her hair looking like it had been styled courtesy Medusa's personal hairdresser and Serena....Good Lord! Serena. Summer did a quick about-turn to check but the child seemed undisturbed. So she invoked a short prayer for courage, turned back around and said cautiously, "Hey Seth."
To Seth it seemed like all the world had come to a screeching halt. She was there, in front of him. It really was her. The raven hair was much longer, the liquid eyes were wary and her luscious curves were more covered up, but it really was her. He watched in wonder as a strange series of emotions played across her face. Shock, then horror, then anxiety, then nothing. It became expressionless and closed. That was when her soft greeting came out, jolting him. He opened his mouth. Then realised that no words had come out. So he tried again. This time he managed a strangled "Summer". Yup! Definitely was her. No other woman in all his 24 years had managed to have quite the same effect on his body, mind and all 5 senses.
He walked closer, still not quite believing. He had played this scene over and over in his mind for 8 years. Sometimes he had run into her at a chic New York bookstore, sometimes they had met each other over coffee and croissants at a bistro in Paris. Yet for some reason, he had never thought to imagine her here. Where she belonged and strangely enough, where he belonged too. This strange feeling of belonging in Newport coupled with her out of the blue appearance was too much even for Seth's brain to compute. He could feel it shutting down and he wished he could do the same.
"So how are you?" she enquired. After all these years that didn't seem to fit but she couldn't think of anything else and apparently neither could he.
"Uhm...good. You?"
"Good."
"Good..that's...uhm..good."
Sheesh! Obviously when his brain shut down, whatever other temporary mechanism took over picked a word and fixated on it, aided and abetted by his mouth.
"Mommy...home now?"
What? WHAT?!!!!!? WHAT was THAT?!! It was not him. He was the Einstein whose current vocabulary consisted of a single word. Sentences were beyond him. And whatever the hell you wanted to label his voice, it wasn't childish and well, girly.
Summer twisted around, scrambling to pick up varied beach paraphernalia, all the while talking in short staccato spurts.
" I have to go...I must go...She wants to..I need to...we'll..I'll...see you!"
She turned to Seth with a child on her hip and a bag on her shoulder and gave him a small smile before she ran. Seth remained frozen. Not having a brain in use did that to him. He watched her tiny figure holding a tinier figure tear across the sand towards the bright lights of Newport and then stopped breathing as she turned. Summer looked back to see the boy she had once known outlined in the last rays of the golden sun.
"And Seth...Welcome home!"
"Welcome home" he repeated dazedly. "Welcome home!"
Rating - G for this part.
Disclaimer - Unfortunately, the OC does not belong to me. However if it did, it wouldn't be the OC
Summary - Completely AU. Seth and Summer make their individual ways back to Newport after 8 years only to find that some things never change.
Genre - Romance/Angst
Author's Note - Thanks bibleboymary4ever (love the name!) and ericanddonna4ever (strange synchrocity there!).reviews rock!..
Chapter 1 - Words
No! No! No! Not like this! NO! NO! NO!
Summer's mind raced, while her brain spewed forth strident negatives. She knew from the day she had stepped back into the rarefied air of Newport's uber-rich, that she would have to face him. She also knew from various snatches of conversations with his mother, that he was at Harvard but was planning to come back for the summer. She had hoped that their first meeting would be at some tiresome Newport society event. She would be dressed in some heavenly couture creation and he would be in a tux. Over flutes of champagne and trays of Brie, they would be coolly civil and politely pleasant. They would be Mr. Cohen and Ms. Roberts, not Seth and Summer. They had never been Seth and Summer anyway. There had been a chance long ago but then he....no..she...it happened. Summer did not want to go there. That was over, it was her past. She was here because she had to be. But soon she would be gone.
All that wishing and hoping had resulted in this. She was here in her oldest pair of jeans and the only clean t-shirt she had found. Her half- hour at the beach had resulted in her hair looking like it had been styled courtesy Medusa's personal hairdresser and Serena....Good Lord! Serena. Summer did a quick about-turn to check but the child seemed undisturbed. So she invoked a short prayer for courage, turned back around and said cautiously, "Hey Seth."
To Seth it seemed like all the world had come to a screeching halt. She was there, in front of him. It really was her. The raven hair was much longer, the liquid eyes were wary and her luscious curves were more covered up, but it really was her. He watched in wonder as a strange series of emotions played across her face. Shock, then horror, then anxiety, then nothing. It became expressionless and closed. That was when her soft greeting came out, jolting him. He opened his mouth. Then realised that no words had come out. So he tried again. This time he managed a strangled "Summer". Yup! Definitely was her. No other woman in all his 24 years had managed to have quite the same effect on his body, mind and all 5 senses.
He walked closer, still not quite believing. He had played this scene over and over in his mind for 8 years. Sometimes he had run into her at a chic New York bookstore, sometimes they had met each other over coffee and croissants at a bistro in Paris. Yet for some reason, he had never thought to imagine her here. Where she belonged and strangely enough, where he belonged too. This strange feeling of belonging in Newport coupled with her out of the blue appearance was too much even for Seth's brain to compute. He could feel it shutting down and he wished he could do the same.
"So how are you?" she enquired. After all these years that didn't seem to fit but she couldn't think of anything else and apparently neither could he.
"Uhm...good. You?"
"Good."
"Good..that's...uhm..good."
Sheesh! Obviously when his brain shut down, whatever other temporary mechanism took over picked a word and fixated on it, aided and abetted by his mouth.
"Mommy...home now?"
What? WHAT?!!!!!? WHAT was THAT?!! It was not him. He was the Einstein whose current vocabulary consisted of a single word. Sentences were beyond him. And whatever the hell you wanted to label his voice, it wasn't childish and well, girly.
Summer twisted around, scrambling to pick up varied beach paraphernalia, all the while talking in short staccato spurts.
" I have to go...I must go...She wants to..I need to...we'll..I'll...see you!"
She turned to Seth with a child on her hip and a bag on her shoulder and gave him a small smile before she ran. Seth remained frozen. Not having a brain in use did that to him. He watched her tiny figure holding a tinier figure tear across the sand towards the bright lights of Newport and then stopped breathing as she turned. Summer looked back to see the boy she had once known outlined in the last rays of the golden sun.
"And Seth...Welcome home!"
"Welcome home" he repeated dazedly. "Welcome home!"