Title: When It All Just Fits

Author: Sara and Lizzie

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Obviously, its not ours.

Summary: Summer, scared at the intensity of her relationship with Seth, left him four years ago. Since then she's been all over Europe. Finally, four years later, she wants to return home to Seth. Funny when she does, he's engaged. Not like that's going to stop Summer.

"Just to lay you down, and just to taste your lips..." -Something Corporate

Seth sighed. "Summer, please don't take this personally, but you gotta hide."

"Hide?"

"Yes." He picked up her clothes, and grabbed her hand, dragging her into the bathroom. "Just stay in here, please."

He wanted to smack himself. Here she was, Summer Roberts in his pool house, wearing nothing but a bra and underwear and he was going to talk to Molly about table seating or croissants for the bridesmaids while they got their hair done, or something equally irrelevant.

He was giving up an almost naked Summer. She had been in his dreams for four years and this is what it had come to. Nearly naked ex girlfriend or fiancée bound to be wearing her usual uniform of preppy designer clothes, talking about shit.

And Seth chose the latter.

Summer looked totally bewildered. "You're serious? You're sticking me in the bathroom?"

Seth gave her the infamous puppy dog eyes. "This hurts me far more than you." He said, kissing her again. "I really, really missed you Sum." He said as he shut the door.

She leaned against the shut bathroom door and let out a breath. Summer let the smile form on her lips. Damn. She missed him. She had had a few guys when she first got to Europe, but surprisingly enough, none of them compared to Cohen.

She loved him and maybe that was why. Or maybe he was just that good. She decided it was both, then went back to replaying the whole scene over in her head.

Molly Flynn walked briskly into the pool house where her fiancé slept. She noticed several things. The door was slightly ajar. The covers on the bed were an absolute mess. And she wasn't sure, but she thought she caught the slightest hint of Givenchy very irresistible perfume.

Seth shifted on the bed. Just his luck to pick the most observant girl in the world as a fiancée. He could tell she was surveying the scene, but he feigned innocence.

"Molls." He said.

"Seth. Not nicknames."

"Right."

She strode over to the bed and kissed him. Briskly. Everything she did was brisk. This girl didn't waste any time. Where as Summer could lie on the beach and stare at the night sky for hours. Seth would know, they'd spent a lot of time doing that in college before she just took off and-

"Seth. Hello?" Molly snapped interrupting the monologue he couldn't turn off in his head.

Seth gazed up at her. Molly Flynn. Daughter of Jonathan and Siobhan Flynn. He was a successful Irish businessman in International banking and she was an interior designer. Molly had classic Irish features. Red hair, green eyes, pale skin. When Seth met her he was struck by the contrast between her and dark hair, brown eyed, always tan Summer. He had found her striking, gorgeous. But now that he had the comparison, he wasn't so sure.

"Sorry Molly. You were saying?"

"I was saying, darling, that the wedding is a mere two weeks away. I know it seems rather reckless, but I need to go to Seattle for the weekend and discuss the last minute details with Kim."

Seth was extremely glad he had paid attention to this particular information. Kim was Molly's best friend and maid of honor.

Seth nodded. "I understand."

Molly beamed. "Of course I'll be back for the party on Sunday night."

"Of course you will." Seth said obediently.

Summer was pressed against the bathroom door, listening with disgust. Who the hell was the girl? And what would posses Cohen to think that he should marry her?

Summer was suddenly worried. Maybe it was the other way around. Maybe Seth was totally happy with this snotty sounding Molly girl. Who the hell did Summer think she was?

She shook her head. No way. This was her and Cohen she was thinking about. They were definitely going to end up together.

But it would be tough. There was no room for negative thoughts.

Seth watched Molly go, and mentally slapped himself. She looked really concerned. And she should, with his way far off demeanor. She had a vulnerable look in her eyes.

Much the one he saw in the mirror when Summer left. No way was he going to put her through that.

He was resolving himself to the fact that nothing could happen with Summer, when she re entered the room, dressed again.

Summer could see this was not the time to pick up where they left off with the sex thing. Instead she smiled. "Can't wait to see your mom and dad." She told him, leaving the pool house.

Seth just sat there, bewildered by that air of mystery she still carried. He breathed in deeply. It smelled like her perfume. He grinned.

So much for nothing happening.