Title: No One Likes A Depressed Cohen
Author: SethCohenFan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seth leaves, and Summer figures it out. How does she react to his leaving? SUMMER POV
Disclaimer: I don't own the OC... Josh Schwartz does... as of now that is... MWHAHAHA!! Oh yes... CBS owns Survivor... and everything else happening in the next few chapters... except the plot.
A/n: Ummm... yeah... Sorry about the wait... I have no excuse other than... OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS SETH/SUMMER... or Ryan/Summer... or Summer/Strange dude she met on the plane... kidding on the last one.. I have had Writers block... horrible crap.
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Part 6: Leaving On A Jet Plane
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I didn't know what to say, how to react. Cohen really was alive. All those years of trying to convince myself that he was alive, almost failing a few times... and I had been right. The mere thought brought a smile to my face. I heard the door slam as Anna left.
Damn it. I should have stopped her. Now I had no chance of getting any answers out of her.
My attention went slowly back to the television, but I couldn't really pay attention to it that much. All those people were wrong. Coop, Chino, Sandy, Kirsten... they all were wrong.
Then the thought hit me. I was engaged to Seth's brother of all people. Ryan was my fiancé. In a few months, he would be my husband.
I looked down at the envelope in my hand. I didn't know if I should open it. If I opened it, maybe some questions would be answered, maybe I wouldn't be so lost and confused.
Looking at the front of the envelope, I saw that it was addressed to Miss Anna Stern. I turned it around to the back and saw that it had already been opened. I pulled out a piece of paper that was folded in to thirds. Unfolding it, I began reading it.
Miss Stern;
As you know, Seth Cohen was cast as one of the 16 castaways on the CBS Show Survivor. He has made it to the point in the game where a reward is a visit from a loved one. Mr. Cohen has selected you as his top choice.
Enclosed is a round trip first-class ticket to an airport near Borneo. After arriving there you will be briefed on safety and security procedures. Once you sign the papers, you will be put on a helicopter and taken to the island. If you are unable to make it please call our studios, and tell us who will be coming in your place. The ticket will work for anyone, so please do not misplace it.
Thank you,
Mark Burnett
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I read the note a few times before reaching into the envelope again and pulling out a plane ticket. It was dated for tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM from L.A. International Airport.
Anna had given me a free ticket to see Cohen. To see the person who I had waited for... to hear his voice, a voice that I hadn't heard in five years. I had to go.
But Ryan... what would he say? Would he believe me? Would he think that Seth was alive? Oh God, it was so confusing. Why did Cohen even leave in the first place? If he would have stayed, then Ryan and I would just be friends and things wouldn't be so screwed up.
My eyes glanced from the tickets to the TV and then back to the tickets. I couldn't do it. I couldn't go. I had Ryan now. Ryan not Seth. Seth left me and Ryan stayed. Coop left me and Ryan stayed. And now I had the chance to try to make things go back to the way they were before Seth had left... and I couldn't do it.
More tears formed, but they didn't fall. My mind was like a war zone. My heart told me to go, go and see him, see if he even cared anymore. My mind told me that I had Ryan, and I should be happy with that. But the truth was, ever since Cohen left it was like a part of me had been missing.
The door opened and Ryan walked into the room. He saw that something was up immediately. "Sum, what's wrong?" he asked, walking over and sitting down next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders.
"It's nothing," I lied quickly. Yes, Cohen being alive was nothing. Smooth move on my part.
"Everything is something." he said looking at the television. "What are you watching?" It seemed as if he was trying to change the subject.
"Survivor," I responded almost silently.
"Survivor? Since when do you watch that?" He sounded as if he was going to laugh.
"Well I just turned it on, ya know. I got like bored."
A smile grew across his face. "Well now that I'm here," he said quietly in my ear, "We don't have to watch it anymore." He went to turn off the television and then suddenly he stopped.
It felt as if my heart had stopped too. "Summer?" he asked me. "Is that..." He stopped.
I looked up at the screen and there was Seth. I didn't know what to say. A small part of me didn't want him to find out. "Cohen?" I finished his sentence for him. "Yes."
He was shocked and silent. It was as if his mind was blank. He looked from the television, which had changed to someone else's face, back to me. The confusion was evident in his eyes. He looked as if he was trying to read me before, "So Seth is alive?" he asked.
I nodded. It felt as if something was stuck in my throat, making it hard for me to speak.
"Well that certainly puts a damper on things," he said, sounding a bit like Seth, before getting up. "I need to think."
"Chino, wait!" I said, getting up and heading after him. It was too late, he had already rushed into his room and literally slammed the door.
"CHINO!" I shouted loudly, pounding on the door, seeing as how he had locked it. "Talk to me Ryan!"
He didn't answer. "Come on Ryan!"
Once again there was no response, and I guess I got the hint. All those years ago that I wanted to be alone, now it was Ryan's turn. Taking a deep breath I walked into my room. Yes, Ryan and I had separate rooms; my dad wouldn't let me move in with Ryan unless we had separate rooms.
I really needed to talk to him, I couldn't go to Borneo, or wherever the hell it was, without making sure that he was all right with it.
Needless to say, I got out a small bag and packed some stuff in it. Ryan seemed as if maybe he thought, no it couldn't be that. Maybe Ryan thought that since Seth was alive that I wouldn't love him anymore.
Maybe he didn't understand that I would never not love him, he was there through the hard times, and that counts for a lot.
I zipped up the bag and walked back out to Ryan's door, knocking on it again.
"Ryan, please can we just talk?"
"I... I don't think so," he said. It sounded as if he was doing something.
"Why?"
"I just don't think so," was all he said, before I gave up. I had never really been one to give up, but there was nothing I could do about it at the moment.
"Goodnight Ryan!" I said, walking back towards the sofa. Maybe he would come back out again. Slowly, I fell asleep.
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My eyes opened, and the sun was shining. I must have slept late. CRAP! The plane, I was going to miss it. I looked at the clock and saw that it was only 6:30, meaning I had plenty of time.
I got up quickly and showered, getting ready for the long plane flight out there.
When I was finished, I knocked on Ryan's door. "Ryan, you up? I need to talk to you."
I didn't get a response. He was probably still asleep. I went to open the door, and found that it was unlocked and opened quite easily.
I went in, not caring. "Ryan. Are you awake?"
I looked around the room. It was empty. Well, Ryanless, and some of his clothes weren't where they normally were, but the fact that it was Ryanless was what bothered me the most.
"Ryan?" I asked again, continuing to look around the room. There was still nothing. That was when I spotted it. A note sitting on his bed.
Oh shit, not another note. The last time I had found a note in an empty room it ended with Cohen disappearing for nearly five years. I reached down for it and opened it.
Summer,
No, I'm not leaving leaving, I was called on a last minute business trip to Louisiana, and I can't let this one go. I'm sorry about leaving just a note, but my plane leaves early this morning.
I wish I could have said bye, but I promise, this time I'll be back by Tuesday.
I'll call you when I arrive.
Xoxo,
Ry
Well, the last time Ryan left on a business trip, it was two weeks longer than it was supposed to be. I sighed. Now I couldn't tell him about going to see Cohen. I couldn't talk to him about it.
Not knowing what else to do, I gabbed my bag of clothes and left the house and sped off towards the airport.
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I pulled into one of the long term parking lots and grabbed my bag out of the passenger side and rushed into the airport.
Rushing as quickly as I could through airport check in and security, I found myself lost in the airport. I had never liked airports or flying for that matter.
I looked around. Starbucks, Burger King, Airport stores, and signs. At least they had signs.
"Gate 6," I said out loud, looking at the sign with the arrow pointing towards the left. With that, I headed left. I paced myself, seeing as I had plenty of time to get to the gate and still get on the plane.
I was too busy looking around that I ran had first into someone. "Oh my God, I am like soo sorry,"
"Oh no, it is perfectly all right," the man said. I looked up at him.
"Ryan?" I asked.
"Summer? What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, somewhat quickly.
"I should ask you the same question."
"Fine. I have a business trip that I must go on. As I said before, now you."
"I have a short notice, uh, trip to go on. Anna gave me it as a early Chrismukkah gift."
I could tell that Ryan didn't believe me, but it was all that I could come up with. How would he react to me telling him, 'Oh, I'm going to see Cohen who is stranded on some deserted island in the middle of Borneo?'
"And she didn't get me a ticket as well?" he asked.
I let out a small laugh, while trying to buy time. "There was only one seat left, I'm sorry." I said quickly.
He gave me a weird look. He could see right through me, and I knew it. Oh God, I was so dead.
"Fine, Anna gave me these tickets to this place near Borneo and she said that if I went that I could see Cohen, and I mean I really want to go see him, I mean, I liked missed him so much, and maybe, ya know, I could like, get the truth out of him or something and maybe he would come back to Newport, and we could all live happily ever after," I rambled.
His reaction wasn't as all like I expected it to be like. His eyes widened and he simply said, "Oh." He looked at his watch. "Well, my plane is leaving." He quickly kissed me on the lips and turned to leave.
"You be careful now, and expect a long talk about this when I get back."
I rolled my eyes. Things were just great, weren't they.
I heard a call over the PA. "All passengers for flight 154, please come to the gate, your plane is about to depart."
Once again, I looked at the ticket. I guess that would be me. I took one last look at Ryan's retreating back and turned to leave myself. Something seemed wrong, really wrong. Normally Ryan had knowledge in advance to his business trips, why was this one so... so sudden?
My thoughts stopped as I turned and handed my ticket to the man waiting at the walkway. "Thank you ma'am." He said, handing me back my ticket.
Well this was it, there was no turning back. He was leaving and I was leaving. Without another second thought, I stepped into the walkway, prepared to leave.
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A/n: Oh the crappiness of that chapter...
HOTTERTHNU - Tee-hee. Seth/Anna... ummmmm.. no... as for the taxi driver part... I 3 taxi drivers!
Summer and Seth - Ha ha! If I told you that... there would be no story.
deathcab-cutie - Taxi drivers ROCK!!!
benzbabidoll - That is me being a loser.
crazy4theoc - No... the Angry Trucker Hat Man is the truck driver... ha ha!
Emily - AWESOME!!! That is my third obsession... after The OC and Survivor.
TragicallyDepressed - Me, not know what I'm doing? HA! Ummmm... do I ever know what I am doing?
liz - I found a way... for the love of all things Summer/Seth...
Amy - HA HA!!
ryansummer - Of course! Well at the moment it is more triangularish...
Author: SethCohenFan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seth leaves, and Summer figures it out. How does she react to his leaving? SUMMER POV
Disclaimer: I don't own the OC... Josh Schwartz does... as of now that is... MWHAHAHA!! Oh yes... CBS owns Survivor... and everything else happening in the next few chapters... except the plot.
A/n: Ummm... yeah... Sorry about the wait... I have no excuse other than... OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS SETH/SUMMER... or Ryan/Summer... or Summer/Strange dude she met on the plane... kidding on the last one.. I have had Writers block... horrible crap.
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Part 6: Leaving On A Jet Plane
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I didn't know what to say, how to react. Cohen really was alive. All those years of trying to convince myself that he was alive, almost failing a few times... and I had been right. The mere thought brought a smile to my face. I heard the door slam as Anna left.
Damn it. I should have stopped her. Now I had no chance of getting any answers out of her.
My attention went slowly back to the television, but I couldn't really pay attention to it that much. All those people were wrong. Coop, Chino, Sandy, Kirsten... they all were wrong.
Then the thought hit me. I was engaged to Seth's brother of all people. Ryan was my fiancé. In a few months, he would be my husband.
I looked down at the envelope in my hand. I didn't know if I should open it. If I opened it, maybe some questions would be answered, maybe I wouldn't be so lost and confused.
Looking at the front of the envelope, I saw that it was addressed to Miss Anna Stern. I turned it around to the back and saw that it had already been opened. I pulled out a piece of paper that was folded in to thirds. Unfolding it, I began reading it.
Miss Stern;
As you know, Seth Cohen was cast as one of the 16 castaways on the CBS Show Survivor. He has made it to the point in the game where a reward is a visit from a loved one. Mr. Cohen has selected you as his top choice.
Enclosed is a round trip first-class ticket to an airport near Borneo. After arriving there you will be briefed on safety and security procedures. Once you sign the papers, you will be put on a helicopter and taken to the island. If you are unable to make it please call our studios, and tell us who will be coming in your place. The ticket will work for anyone, so please do not misplace it.
Thank you,
Mark Burnett
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I read the note a few times before reaching into the envelope again and pulling out a plane ticket. It was dated for tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM from L.A. International Airport.
Anna had given me a free ticket to see Cohen. To see the person who I had waited for... to hear his voice, a voice that I hadn't heard in five years. I had to go.
But Ryan... what would he say? Would he believe me? Would he think that Seth was alive? Oh God, it was so confusing. Why did Cohen even leave in the first place? If he would have stayed, then Ryan and I would just be friends and things wouldn't be so screwed up.
My eyes glanced from the tickets to the TV and then back to the tickets. I couldn't do it. I couldn't go. I had Ryan now. Ryan not Seth. Seth left me and Ryan stayed. Coop left me and Ryan stayed. And now I had the chance to try to make things go back to the way they were before Seth had left... and I couldn't do it.
More tears formed, but they didn't fall. My mind was like a war zone. My heart told me to go, go and see him, see if he even cared anymore. My mind told me that I had Ryan, and I should be happy with that. But the truth was, ever since Cohen left it was like a part of me had been missing.
The door opened and Ryan walked into the room. He saw that something was up immediately. "Sum, what's wrong?" he asked, walking over and sitting down next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders.
"It's nothing," I lied quickly. Yes, Cohen being alive was nothing. Smooth move on my part.
"Everything is something." he said looking at the television. "What are you watching?" It seemed as if he was trying to change the subject.
"Survivor," I responded almost silently.
"Survivor? Since when do you watch that?" He sounded as if he was going to laugh.
"Well I just turned it on, ya know. I got like bored."
A smile grew across his face. "Well now that I'm here," he said quietly in my ear, "We don't have to watch it anymore." He went to turn off the television and then suddenly he stopped.
It felt as if my heart had stopped too. "Summer?" he asked me. "Is that..." He stopped.
I looked up at the screen and there was Seth. I didn't know what to say. A small part of me didn't want him to find out. "Cohen?" I finished his sentence for him. "Yes."
He was shocked and silent. It was as if his mind was blank. He looked from the television, which had changed to someone else's face, back to me. The confusion was evident in his eyes. He looked as if he was trying to read me before, "So Seth is alive?" he asked.
I nodded. It felt as if something was stuck in my throat, making it hard for me to speak.
"Well that certainly puts a damper on things," he said, sounding a bit like Seth, before getting up. "I need to think."
"Chino, wait!" I said, getting up and heading after him. It was too late, he had already rushed into his room and literally slammed the door.
"CHINO!" I shouted loudly, pounding on the door, seeing as how he had locked it. "Talk to me Ryan!"
He didn't answer. "Come on Ryan!"
Once again there was no response, and I guess I got the hint. All those years ago that I wanted to be alone, now it was Ryan's turn. Taking a deep breath I walked into my room. Yes, Ryan and I had separate rooms; my dad wouldn't let me move in with Ryan unless we had separate rooms.
I really needed to talk to him, I couldn't go to Borneo, or wherever the hell it was, without making sure that he was all right with it.
Needless to say, I got out a small bag and packed some stuff in it. Ryan seemed as if maybe he thought, no it couldn't be that. Maybe Ryan thought that since Seth was alive that I wouldn't love him anymore.
Maybe he didn't understand that I would never not love him, he was there through the hard times, and that counts for a lot.
I zipped up the bag and walked back out to Ryan's door, knocking on it again.
"Ryan, please can we just talk?"
"I... I don't think so," he said. It sounded as if he was doing something.
"Why?"
"I just don't think so," was all he said, before I gave up. I had never really been one to give up, but there was nothing I could do about it at the moment.
"Goodnight Ryan!" I said, walking back towards the sofa. Maybe he would come back out again. Slowly, I fell asleep.
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My eyes opened, and the sun was shining. I must have slept late. CRAP! The plane, I was going to miss it. I looked at the clock and saw that it was only 6:30, meaning I had plenty of time.
I got up quickly and showered, getting ready for the long plane flight out there.
When I was finished, I knocked on Ryan's door. "Ryan, you up? I need to talk to you."
I didn't get a response. He was probably still asleep. I went to open the door, and found that it was unlocked and opened quite easily.
I went in, not caring. "Ryan. Are you awake?"
I looked around the room. It was empty. Well, Ryanless, and some of his clothes weren't where they normally were, but the fact that it was Ryanless was what bothered me the most.
"Ryan?" I asked again, continuing to look around the room. There was still nothing. That was when I spotted it. A note sitting on his bed.
Oh shit, not another note. The last time I had found a note in an empty room it ended with Cohen disappearing for nearly five years. I reached down for it and opened it.
Summer,
No, I'm not leaving leaving, I was called on a last minute business trip to Louisiana, and I can't let this one go. I'm sorry about leaving just a note, but my plane leaves early this morning.
I wish I could have said bye, but I promise, this time I'll be back by Tuesday.
I'll call you when I arrive.
Xoxo,
Ry
Well, the last time Ryan left on a business trip, it was two weeks longer than it was supposed to be. I sighed. Now I couldn't tell him about going to see Cohen. I couldn't talk to him about it.
Not knowing what else to do, I gabbed my bag of clothes and left the house and sped off towards the airport.
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I pulled into one of the long term parking lots and grabbed my bag out of the passenger side and rushed into the airport.
Rushing as quickly as I could through airport check in and security, I found myself lost in the airport. I had never liked airports or flying for that matter.
I looked around. Starbucks, Burger King, Airport stores, and signs. At least they had signs.
"Gate 6," I said out loud, looking at the sign with the arrow pointing towards the left. With that, I headed left. I paced myself, seeing as I had plenty of time to get to the gate and still get on the plane.
I was too busy looking around that I ran had first into someone. "Oh my God, I am like soo sorry,"
"Oh no, it is perfectly all right," the man said. I looked up at him.
"Ryan?" I asked.
"Summer? What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, somewhat quickly.
"I should ask you the same question."
"Fine. I have a business trip that I must go on. As I said before, now you."
"I have a short notice, uh, trip to go on. Anna gave me it as a early Chrismukkah gift."
I could tell that Ryan didn't believe me, but it was all that I could come up with. How would he react to me telling him, 'Oh, I'm going to see Cohen who is stranded on some deserted island in the middle of Borneo?'
"And she didn't get me a ticket as well?" he asked.
I let out a small laugh, while trying to buy time. "There was only one seat left, I'm sorry." I said quickly.
He gave me a weird look. He could see right through me, and I knew it. Oh God, I was so dead.
"Fine, Anna gave me these tickets to this place near Borneo and she said that if I went that I could see Cohen, and I mean I really want to go see him, I mean, I liked missed him so much, and maybe, ya know, I could like, get the truth out of him or something and maybe he would come back to Newport, and we could all live happily ever after," I rambled.
His reaction wasn't as all like I expected it to be like. His eyes widened and he simply said, "Oh." He looked at his watch. "Well, my plane is leaving." He quickly kissed me on the lips and turned to leave.
"You be careful now, and expect a long talk about this when I get back."
I rolled my eyes. Things were just great, weren't they.
I heard a call over the PA. "All passengers for flight 154, please come to the gate, your plane is about to depart."
Once again, I looked at the ticket. I guess that would be me. I took one last look at Ryan's retreating back and turned to leave myself. Something seemed wrong, really wrong. Normally Ryan had knowledge in advance to his business trips, why was this one so... so sudden?
My thoughts stopped as I turned and handed my ticket to the man waiting at the walkway. "Thank you ma'am." He said, handing me back my ticket.
Well this was it, there was no turning back. He was leaving and I was leaving. Without another second thought, I stepped into the walkway, prepared to leave.
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A/n: Oh the crappiness of that chapter...
HOTTERTHNU - Tee-hee. Seth/Anna... ummmmm.. no... as for the taxi driver part... I 3 taxi drivers!
Summer and Seth - Ha ha! If I told you that... there would be no story.
deathcab-cutie - Taxi drivers ROCK!!!
benzbabidoll - That is me being a loser.
crazy4theoc - No... the Angry Trucker Hat Man is the truck driver... ha ha!
Emily - AWESOME!!! That is my third obsession... after The OC and Survivor.
TragicallyDepressed - Me, not know what I'm doing? HA! Ummmm... do I ever know what I am doing?
liz - I found a way... for the love of all things Summer/Seth...
Amy - HA HA!!
ryansummer - Of course! Well at the moment it is more triangularish...