Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood, the town, or its characters. I'm just a college student.
A/N: Well, I'm back. Sorry about the long delay. It's summer now and I just completed my second year of college. Though I'll be working a lot, I should be able to update this more frequently than I have recently. Thanks to all of those who have stuck around. Hope you enjoy. Its just a short chapter; a teaser, leading into a new twist in the plot. Happy reading! :)
This chapter uses the Counting Crow's "Amy Hit the Atmosphere."
AMY HIT THE ATMOSPHERE
Like golden specks, her eyes lit up his heart. With each sip of tea she took, her lips released in a seemingly perfect manner. Amy Abbott set her mug down and looked back up at the two men sitting across from her in the booth. One considerably shorter than the other; their smiles were equal in intensity and gallantry.
"I'm not quite sure what to say," Tom Callahan said as he shifted his gaze back and forth from the placemat to Amy's eyes. She'd always make his insides twist, no matter who he was in love with. She was one of those – a woman that any man would look at with awe and desire. She was beautiful, intelligent, and certainly unobtainable. Tom Callahan had no intentions to obtain Ms. Abbott, however. He needed Amy to know something . . . first, however, he had to admit it to himself.
"It has been awhile," she smiled with obvious nervousness, "I'm surprised you two are still in Everwood,"
"Everwood's been treating us well," Tom said, rubbing the top of Micah's head. "I'm in web design and Micah's in 1st grade now," Micah beamed at Amy; he always did.
"How do you like the first grade?" She asked him, remembering how his soft, tiny voice could brighten her no matter what type of mood she was in.
"First grade was great, but I'm actually going into second. Dad just doesn't like to say it because it means I'm older," his voice as cute as before, but more defined and perfected. He was wise for his age; he'd grown up quickly.
"I remember second grade. Same teacher too, I'll bet,"
"Mrs. Bakerfield," they said in unison.
"Yes, Mrs. Bakerfield," Amy sighed, "that woman will never retire." Tom laughed, knowing his son mentioned his teacher being little spacey at times.
The conversation ceased again, and the awkwardness again set in.
"So I . . ." Tom began, as Amy spoke at the same time, with "Well I'm . . ."
"Go ahead," Amy said, embarrassed.
"I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon, and I was just about to say we'll have to get going soon so I can take Micah to Kate's again." Micah frowned.
"Can't I stay with Amy?" he asked politely, looking from his father to their friend. Tom knew the sort of awkward position this would put Amy in, so he was at a loss for words.
"Micah, I'm sure Amy is busy, she just got home from school and everything."
"No," Amy said, before thinking, "Actually, watching Micah for a few hours wouldn't set me back," she bit her lip, much like she used to, and pushed a layer of hair out of her eyes. Micah began bouncing up and down, and Tom gently tugged his son's arm to direct him to sit back down at the booth. Amy smiled; Tom's heart jumped.
"You are with . . ." he said after awhile, and a nervous clearing of the throat.
"Ephram," she said smiling, "Yes, we've reconnected,"
"I'm glad for you," and he meant it, sincerely. While Amy would always hold a piece of his heart, he never would try to be hers again. He was in love with Kate, and anyone and everyone who saw them together knew it.
"Thank you," she breathed as they got up from the table and put the tip down under a coffee mug. Silence ensued until Micah put his small hand into Amy's.
"I will show you were we live," Tom said opening the door for her. "You can follow us, and I'll leave for the doctor's from there. Unless of course you wouldn't fee comfortable in our place,"
"No, your place will be fine," she smiled. "Is it my father you're going to see, or Doctor Brown?"
"It's a doctor out of town, actually. I still go to my old doctor, silly, I know." He became nervous and tried changing the subject.
"Oh," she looked aside for a second, as if thinking, then continued, "alright, let's go," she smiled.
The Callahan's condo was beautiful. While it was small, it was the perfect size for the two men. Micah's room was wallpapered with Soccer balls, and Tom's painted a shade of blue. "Everything you will need should be here, but I won't be gone for long," he said quickly. He glanced from Amy to his small son again, something he couldn't stop doing. It was strange, seeing them together again, but he remembered that Amy once promised that she would see Micah again. His glances proved accurate to how he remembered the two of them when they were together, and Micah's gaze hadn't changed.
"I will see you soon, then," he bent down and kissed his son's forehead, "And Amy," he said backing away from her, "thank you," he smiled and was off. Micah squeezed Amy's hand and pulled her into the family room.
"Now that he's gone," he started jumping up and down on the couch. Amy cringed; Micah had become just what she thought he would – a normal young boy. She walked over to him and placed her hand gently on his shoulder; He stopped bouncing.
"We can have fun, Micah, but we can't jump on the furniture or do anything else that you dad wouldn't like," she said calmly.
"Aw, but dad isn't here," he said and stopped when he saw the stern, disapproving look spreading across Amy's face, "you're acting like an adult," he mumbled, as if it were some horrible insult
"I am an adult," she said smiling, but holding back some, "I also don't want you getting hurt," she said sweetly. "Now, how about we watch a movie or something? We have a few hours until your Dad get home. Go ahead and pick one out," she pointed at the shelf. Micah chose Shrek, not surprising, seeing as the sequel had just come out in theaters. They sat on the couch calmly, watching Shrek for a little while, until Amy developed a headache. She got up quickly to get an aspirin from the medicine cabinet, making sure Micah stayed put on the couch and hadn't begun jumping up and down again.
She glanced at herself in the mirror; she looked worn and tired, her hair in her eyes, her makeup beginning to fade. Opening the medicine cabinet, she fingered through the bottles until she came across Tylenol. "Perfect," she breathed, fumbling with the child-proof cap. As she took one pill and placed the bottle back onto the shelf, a piece of paper fell lightly into the sink. Not wanting to be nosy, but feeling responsible for the paper getting wet, she gently picked it up with the tips of her fingers and tried dabbing it dry. Making sure not to tear it, she unfolded it to see if the print had run. It hadn't, luckily. Amy received the shock of a lifetime, and it all became clearer as to why he was so nervous around her lately. "An appointment," she said, closing her eyes, a tear welling up in her left one. "Oh Tommy," she gently wiped her tear away, placed the piece of paper back into the medicine cabinet, and went back to watch Shrek with his son. She knew now, why he needed her.
"Is everything okay, Amy?" he asked happily. Apparently he was completely clueless, as a young boy should be.
"Yes, sweetheart," she smiled, gazing into his small, brown eyes, "everything is fine."
At the Brown house, Ephram sat lazily on his bed, looking at old pictures of he and Amy. His fingertips grazed her face on the glossy printed photograph, wishing she were there in person to receive his powerful touch. "Everything is perfect now," he sighed, "we can be together and everything will be perfect," Rain began falling lightly outside his window, then gradually thundered sounded and flashes of lightening illuminated his room. "This has all happened for a reason," he breathed lightly, before falling asleep, "Amy's come home to me for a reason,"
A/N: Well, I'm back. Sorry about the long delay. It's summer now and I just completed my second year of college. Though I'll be working a lot, I should be able to update this more frequently than I have recently. Thanks to all of those who have stuck around. Hope you enjoy. Its just a short chapter; a teaser, leading into a new twist in the plot. Happy reading! :)
This chapter uses the Counting Crow's "Amy Hit the Atmosphere."
AMY HIT THE ATMOSPHERE
Like golden specks, her eyes lit up his heart. With each sip of tea she took, her lips released in a seemingly perfect manner. Amy Abbott set her mug down and looked back up at the two men sitting across from her in the booth. One considerably shorter than the other; their smiles were equal in intensity and gallantry.
"I'm not quite sure what to say," Tom Callahan said as he shifted his gaze back and forth from the placemat to Amy's eyes. She'd always make his insides twist, no matter who he was in love with. She was one of those – a woman that any man would look at with awe and desire. She was beautiful, intelligent, and certainly unobtainable. Tom Callahan had no intentions to obtain Ms. Abbott, however. He needed Amy to know something . . . first, however, he had to admit it to himself.
"If I could make it rain today
And wash away this sunny day down to the gutter
I would just to get a change of pace
Things are getting worse, but I feel a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me"
And wash away this sunny day down to the gutter
I would just to get a change of pace
Things are getting worse, but I feel a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me"
"It has been awhile," she smiled with obvious nervousness, "I'm surprised you two are still in Everwood,"
"Everwood's been treating us well," Tom said, rubbing the top of Micah's head. "I'm in web design and Micah's in 1st grade now," Micah beamed at Amy; he always did.
"How do you like the first grade?" She asked him, remembering how his soft, tiny voice could brighten her no matter what type of mood she was in.
"First grade was great, but I'm actually going into second. Dad just doesn't like to say it because it means I'm older," his voice as cute as before, but more defined and perfected. He was wise for his age; he'd grown up quickly.
"I remember second grade. Same teacher too, I'll bet,"
"Mrs. Bakerfield," they said in unison.
"Yes, Mrs. Bakerfield," Amy sighed, "that woman will never retire." Tom laughed, knowing his son mentioned his teacher being little spacey at times.
The conversation ceased again, and the awkwardness again set in.
"So I . . ." Tom began, as Amy spoke at the same time, with "Well I'm . . ."
"Go ahead," Amy said, embarrassed.
"I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon, and I was just about to say we'll have to get going soon so I can take Micah to Kate's again." Micah frowned.
"Well, Amy hit the atmosphere
Caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter
And she's never coming back I fear
Anytime it rains she just feels a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me"
Caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter
And she's never coming back I fear
Anytime it rains she just feels a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me"
"Can't I stay with Amy?" he asked politely, looking from his father to their friend. Tom knew the sort of awkward position this would put Amy in, so he was at a loss for words.
"Micah, I'm sure Amy is busy, she just got home from school and everything."
"No," Amy said, before thinking, "Actually, watching Micah for a few hours wouldn't set me back," she bit her lip, much like she used to, and pushed a layer of hair out of her eyes. Micah began bouncing up and down, and Tom gently tugged his son's arm to direct him to sit back down at the booth. Amy smiled; Tom's heart jumped.
"You are with . . ." he said after awhile, and a nervous clearing of the throat.
"Ephram," she said smiling, "Yes, we've reconnected,"
"I'm glad for you," and he meant it, sincerely. While Amy would always hold a piece of his heart, he never would try to be hers again. He was in love with Kate, and anyone and everyone who saw them together knew it.
"Thank you," she breathed as they got up from the table and put the tip down under a coffee mug. Silence ensued until Micah put his small hand into Amy's.
"I will show you were we live," Tom said opening the door for her. "You can follow us, and I'll leave for the doctor's from there. Unless of course you wouldn't fee comfortable in our place,"
"No, your place will be fine," she smiled. "Is it my father you're going to see, or Doctor Brown?"
"It's a doctor out of town, actually. I still go to my old doctor, silly, I know." He became nervous and tried changing the subject.
"Oh," she looked aside for a second, as if thinking, then continued, "alright, let's go," she smiled.
"We've waited so long
For someone to take us back home
It just takes so long
Meanwhile all the days go drifting away
And some of us sink like a stone
Waiting for mothers to come"
For someone to take us back home
It just takes so long
Meanwhile all the days go drifting away
And some of us sink like a stone
Waiting for mothers to come"
The Callahan's condo was beautiful. While it was small, it was the perfect size for the two men. Micah's room was wallpapered with Soccer balls, and Tom's painted a shade of blue. "Everything you will need should be here, but I won't be gone for long," he said quickly. He glanced from Amy to his small son again, something he couldn't stop doing. It was strange, seeing them together again, but he remembered that Amy once promised that she would see Micah again. His glances proved accurate to how he remembered the two of them when they were together, and Micah's gaze hadn't changed.
"I will see you soon, then," he bent down and kissed his son's forehead, "And Amy," he said backing away from her, "thank you," he smiled and was off. Micah squeezed Amy's hand and pulled her into the family room.
"There has to be a change I'm sure
Today was just a day fading into another
And that can't be what a life is for
And anything she said well she feels a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me"
Today was just a day fading into another
And that can't be what a life is for
And anything she said well she feels a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me"
"Now that he's gone," he started jumping up and down on the couch. Amy cringed; Micah had become just what she thought he would – a normal young boy. She walked over to him and placed her hand gently on his shoulder; He stopped bouncing.
"We can have fun, Micah, but we can't jump on the furniture or do anything else that you dad wouldn't like," she said calmly.
"Aw, but dad isn't here," he said and stopped when he saw the stern, disapproving look spreading across Amy's face, "you're acting like an adult," he mumbled, as if it were some horrible insult
"I am an adult," she said smiling, but holding back some, "I also don't want you getting hurt," she said sweetly. "Now, how about we watch a movie or something? We have a few hours until your Dad get home. Go ahead and pick one out," she pointed at the shelf. Micah chose Shrek, not surprising, seeing as the sequel had just come out in theaters. They sat on the couch calmly, watching Shrek for a little while, until Amy developed a headache. She got up quickly to get an aspirin from the medicine cabinet, making sure Micah stayed put on the couch and hadn't begun jumping up and down again.
She glanced at herself in the mirror; she looked worn and tired, her hair in her eyes, her makeup beginning to fade. Opening the medicine cabinet, she fingered through the bottles until she came across Tylenol. "Perfect," she breathed, fumbling with the child-proof cap. As she took one pill and placed the bottle back onto the shelf, a piece of paper fell lightly into the sink. Not wanting to be nosy, but feeling responsible for the paper getting wet, she gently picked it up with the tips of her fingers and tried dabbing it dry. Making sure not to tear it, she unfolded it to see if the print had run. It hadn't, luckily. Amy received the shock of a lifetime, and it all became clearer as to why he was so nervous around her lately. "An appointment," she said, closing her eyes, a tear welling up in her left one. "Oh Tommy," she gently wiped her tear away, placed the piece of paper back into the medicine cabinet, and went back to watch Shrek with his son. She knew now, why he needed her.
"We've waited so long
For someone to take us back home
It just takes so long
Meanwhile all the days go drifting away
And some of us sink like a stone
Waiting for mothers to come"
For someone to take us back home
It just takes so long
Meanwhile all the days go drifting away
And some of us sink like a stone
Waiting for mothers to come"
"Is everything okay, Amy?" he asked happily. Apparently he was completely clueless, as a young boy should be.
"Yes, sweetheart," she smiled, gazing into his small, brown eyes, "everything is fine."
At the Brown house, Ephram sat lazily on his bed, looking at old pictures of he and Amy. His fingertips grazed her face on the glossy printed photograph, wishing she were there in person to receive his powerful touch. "Everything is perfect now," he sighed, "we can be together and everything will be perfect," Rain began falling lightly outside his window, then gradually thundered sounded and flashes of lightening illuminated his room. "This has all happened for a reason," he breathed lightly, before falling asleep, "Amy's come home to me for a reason,"
"I wanna know, I wanna know,
I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know
And all I really know is I wanna know
And all I really know is I don't wanna know
And all I really know is I wanna know
And all I really know is I don't wanna know [last two lines
repeat]"
I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know
And all I really know is I wanna know
And all I really know is I don't wanna know
And all I really know is I wanna know
And all I really know is I don't wanna know [last two lines
repeat]"