Chapter 8-

Ryan zipped up his pants as Marissa zipped up her dress. "We look messed up," smiled Marissa, locking lips with her fiancee. They kissed hard and then he pulled away.

"I love you," said Ryan.

"I love you too." Marissa turned and left the bath room. Ryan stood there for a few minutes staring at himself in the mirror.

"Lindsay..."

Lindsay's mother stood at the morgue, examining her daughter's dead body. "I will get whoever did this to you," she said, "and I will kill them."

Seth, stark naked, glanced up at his mom. "Oh, my God!" Both he and Summer cried at the same time. "Mrs. Cohen!" cried Summer. She grabbed her dress.

"You aren't even wearing protection!" she cried. "Get your clothes on!"

"Hold on mom. I'm getting them on as fast as I can!"

Sandy walked into the room. "Well, hello son." He laughed to himself.

"Don't encourage him, Sandy," growled Kirstin.

"Okay," smiled Sandy. "You go, son," he said, slightly under his breath.

Rachel drove down the road, sadly glancing out of the window. The car suddenly began to slide off the road. It hit a tree and began to roll on its side. She screamed as she was flung from the car.

Sandy walked up to his wife. "So," he said. "The kids are back downstairs."

"Yes," smiled Kirstin.

"I wonder...is this room open to everyone?" He kissed her hard and led her back to one of the couches.

Marissa and Ryan slowly danced, her head rested on Ryan's shoulder. She looked up and saw a smiling Seth and Summer making their way onto the dance floor. Maybe everything would be okay, after all.

THE NEXT DAY...

Law officials found the body of Rachel on the side of the road. They put her in the morgue as a "Jane Doe."

Summer leaned in to kiss Seth. She smiled at him. "I love.you."

Ryan lay in bed with Marissa. "I have something to tell you, Ryan," said Marissa. "I'm pregnant."

Kirstin kissed a tired Sandy. He smiled at her. "Rachel's left for good."

"Good." She said.

THE NEXT WEEK...

Marissa, Ryan, Seth, and Summer sat in Marissa's car. Ryan was driving. "Las Vegas, here we come," smiled Ryan.

"I love the Vegas," smiled Seth.

"Yeah, and if we pick up any more of those skanks and have to play cards to win money so that we don't die, guess what Cohen, it'll be no more sex for you, and by the way..."

Marissa began to nibble softly on Ryan's neck as they slowly drove off into the distance, leaving the O.C. behind.

END OF PART I