Hello again. It is officially (insert number that I'm too lazy to calculate here) until the second season of the OC. Anybody want to make a petition? Or a 12 step program? Just kidding on the last one- who would want to get over their OC obsession?! Anyways, on with the story. And please review, it's the only thing keeping me alive!

"Summer," Seth called from the bathroom, shaving. "Have you actually forgiven me yet?" He winced after the last statement as he nicked his chin. "Fabulous," he mumbled.

Summer walked into the bathroom next to him. "I don't know." She paused in contemplation. "You'd definitely have to make it up to me." She grinned, then wiped the last of the shaving cream off his cheek. "And you'd have to promise that you will never grow a beard," Summer finished, half-serious.

"I don't know, I think could pull off the 'ancient Jewish man' look." He furrowed his eyebrows and scratched his chin.

"Then you can forget about me, and any other woman under the age of sixty-five." She grinned again, smacked him on the butt and walked away. Seth ran and tackled her onto his bed, tickling her. "Stop, Cohen," she giggled. "Stop…Oww!" She sat up and knocked heads with Seth. "Oh," she picked up Captain Oats from behind her and tapped Seth on the nose with the toy, then lay back down again. Seth growled and leaned in, kissing her hard on the lips. He kept kissing her, moving to her neck and fumbling with the hem of her shirt. Summer suddenly realized what was going on, and pushed Seth off of her.

"What was that for?" Seth whined, rolling onto his back.

"Teresa." Summer stared at the ceiling.

"Teresa…?" Seth cocked an eyebrow. He smoothed his hands over his face in realization. "Teresa," he sighed. "Evil. Pure evil."

"And I still haven't completely forgiven you yet," Summer said, lacing her fingers in his.

Seth turned on his side to look at her better. "Ya know, this sort of thing can really hurt a guy."

"Then I guess you'll be hurting for a while," Summer mocked, eyes wide as she turned toward him.

Seth kissed her forehead softly. "But really, Summer, I would do anything to fix this. Anything that will let you forgive me."

"Anything?" She asked, and Seth nodded. "Hold me, Seth." And he did.

Ryan was speechless. More so than usual. He kept opening and closing his mouth, searching for words. When they finally came out, it sounded like, "I…you…her…" followed by a few murmurs and a sigh.

"Teresa," Marissa said coolly, " you and I both know what Ryan needs now…"

"Yes, but is it the one who is incapable of suppressing a constant hangover, or the one carrying his child?" She said snidely. Marissa's eyes became very dark and it looked as if she was going to say something equally cruel, but her only reply was directed towards the trashcan by her head.

"I need a drink," Ryan mumbled between his hands.

"Seth, your father's home!" Kirsten shouted from the bottom of the stairs. "Seth!" She called again, walking to his room, Sandy following. She found Seth asleep on the bed, Summer curled up in his arms. "We'll kill him later," Kirsten whispered, Sandy nodding.

"Why am I not surprised," Teresa continued.

"Teresa, stop it," Ryan said, holding back Marissa's hair with one hand. "We can discuss this calmly and ration-"

"Since when do you 'discuss' anything, Ryan?" Marissa asked after wiping her mouth.

"Since he came home." Teresa growled.

"This isn't his home! I'm taking him home, where his family is!"

"Family?!" Teresa laughed cynically. "His family is right here. Me and my baby. We are his family." She glared at Ryan for reassurance.

"Prove it."

Ryan looked at Teresa, then Marissa, and back to Teresa. "What?" Teresa said, her eyes burning an unidentifiable hole in a wall.

"You heard me." Marissa stood up. "Prove it."

"I don't need to prove it," she replied, "Ryan knows this is his family."

"Teresa, you know what I'm talking about! Is the baby his?" Teresa scowled as if she had been slapped across the face. She gave Ryan a look that told him to do something.

"Marissa," he stood up slowly, " stop it. You don't need to do this."

"Yes, Ryan, I do. You need to know. Because if this baby isn't yours, then this isn't fair, what she's doing to you." Marissa gestured to Teresa, and they both focused on her.

There were tears in Teresa's eyes. "Don't make me do this, Ryan," she sniffled.

"I won't."

"She doesn't have to," Marissa looked at Ryan. "You can." Ryan gave her the closest thing to a confused look. "Did you…use protection?" She said softly.

Ryan paused, trying to recollect exactly what happened. "Yes, I did."

I hoped you liked it. It went a little faster than I would have liked, but sometimes, so does the show. And life in general. Please review, and if you want to be real nice, pretend like you are on pins and needles waiting for the next chapter. It's great motivation. Until then , peace.