Title: Home
Author(s): Sara and Lizzie
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The only thing we own is the psychotic plot that came from reading way to many Mary Higgins Clark books.
"And it's all downhill from here." –New Found Glory.
Summer grinned up at Seth. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For knowing me like you do. For knowing what I needed."
Seth didn't say anything. He just smiled. Finally he broke the silence. "I'll watch Clueless with you."
Summer grinned and kissed him. "Thanks baby."
Seth eased off the couch and headed toward the kitchen, while Summer moved toward the TV and threw the DVD in the player.
Seth threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave, and rummaged through the fridge, looking for soda. He heard the front door open and smiled to himself. The torn lovers were back. Reconciliation? Likely.
Only there was no noise. And especially now, Ryan and Marissa would have the sense to announce that they were home. Seth's warning sign was up before he heard Summer gasp.
He was in the living room in about 2 seconds, and was greeted with the confirmation of the fear that had been in the back of his mind since he got Summer off the boat. Oliver was back.
He looked crazy. Well, crazier than normal. Seth immediately put himself in between Oliver and Summer.
"Where is she?" Oliver demanded. "Where the hell is Marissa?"
"She's not here." Seth told him.
"Bullshit she isn't." Olive responded, stepping closer.
"She's not here." Seth repeated slowly, as if he were talking to a two-year- old. "She's with Ryan."
This seemed to register with Oliver, because he was silent for a few seconds before he grinned and said, "Ok, then. I'll take Summer."
Seth's hand clenched into fists. "Get out."
"No, I really don't think I'll be leaving without the lady. She's a catch Seth. Good with her hands."
That did it. In one motion, Seth moved forward and connected his fist with Oliver's jaw. Summer just stood behind him, frozen to the spot. Oliver charged at Seth, but at the last second, avoided him.
He was now behind Seth. Next to Summer. He reached in his pocket, and pulled out a small, silver gun. Summer could feel herself shaking as he grabbed her and held the gun to the side of her head.
"Don't make me do it, Cohen." Oliver spat out mockingly. Seth's eyes had gotten huge. He backed away, hands raised in a surrender motion.
Taking in the gesture, Oliver slowly maneuvered the gun away from Summer, only to point it at Seth. He aimed at his chest, and to Summer's horror, he pulled the trigger.
AN: Sorry it's so short. We just didn't want to go any farther after that lovely violence. The next chapter will be longer, promise.
Author(s): Sara and Lizzie
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The only thing we own is the psychotic plot that came from reading way to many Mary Higgins Clark books.
"And it's all downhill from here." –New Found Glory.
Summer grinned up at Seth. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For knowing me like you do. For knowing what I needed."
Seth didn't say anything. He just smiled. Finally he broke the silence. "I'll watch Clueless with you."
Summer grinned and kissed him. "Thanks baby."
Seth eased off the couch and headed toward the kitchen, while Summer moved toward the TV and threw the DVD in the player.
Seth threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave, and rummaged through the fridge, looking for soda. He heard the front door open and smiled to himself. The torn lovers were back. Reconciliation? Likely.
Only there was no noise. And especially now, Ryan and Marissa would have the sense to announce that they were home. Seth's warning sign was up before he heard Summer gasp.
He was in the living room in about 2 seconds, and was greeted with the confirmation of the fear that had been in the back of his mind since he got Summer off the boat. Oliver was back.
He looked crazy. Well, crazier than normal. Seth immediately put himself in between Oliver and Summer.
"Where is she?" Oliver demanded. "Where the hell is Marissa?"
"She's not here." Seth told him.
"Bullshit she isn't." Olive responded, stepping closer.
"She's not here." Seth repeated slowly, as if he were talking to a two-year- old. "She's with Ryan."
This seemed to register with Oliver, because he was silent for a few seconds before he grinned and said, "Ok, then. I'll take Summer."
Seth's hand clenched into fists. "Get out."
"No, I really don't think I'll be leaving without the lady. She's a catch Seth. Good with her hands."
That did it. In one motion, Seth moved forward and connected his fist with Oliver's jaw. Summer just stood behind him, frozen to the spot. Oliver charged at Seth, but at the last second, avoided him.
He was now behind Seth. Next to Summer. He reached in his pocket, and pulled out a small, silver gun. Summer could feel herself shaking as he grabbed her and held the gun to the side of her head.
"Don't make me do it, Cohen." Oliver spat out mockingly. Seth's eyes had gotten huge. He backed away, hands raised in a surrender motion.
Taking in the gesture, Oliver slowly maneuvered the gun away from Summer, only to point it at Seth. He aimed at his chest, and to Summer's horror, he pulled the trigger.
AN: Sorry it's so short. We just didn't want to go any farther after that lovely violence. The next chapter will be longer, promise.