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.

"I can't wait to screw this up." –Something Corporate

It was all so normal. Like she would just be randomly checking into to a room at the Beverly Hills Hotel with Seth. Like he would go to a conference and she would go shopping.

Summer pondered these thoughts as she strolled in and out of boutiques on Rodeo, carrying several bags. It all seemed normal, and they were acting like it was normal, but they both knew it wasn't normal.

They couldn't really talk about it, she guessed, until Seth brought it up. She was the one who walked onto his turf, and she didn't want to be too pushy. She examined sweaters in the Lacoste store, while contemplating her situation.

She was in grave danger of pissing him off or pushing him away. She had to test him without going too far. She wanted to talk about it, to explain herself, to justify her actions, but she had to wait until he was ready. She sighed, gathered everything she intended to buy, strode up to the counter, and threw down her Dad's credit card.

She sighed again. She was sure that she could come back form Europe and just win Seth back. She was sure she was so different.

But maybe not much had changed.

Seth walked into the conference room of a Los Angeles skyscraper. He shook hands with the Mayor of Los Angeles, the Governor of California, several congressmen and a couple of Senators.

He pushed Summer and Molly out of his head, and sat down. HE had known that man who was now the Governor since he was a little kid. He was now looking at Seth, and smiling.

"Seth Cohen." David Anderson, governor, said. "You are the future. The future of California."

Seth watched in amazement as Senator Setts chimed in. "You are the future of the party."

David spoke again. "Let's put it this way, Seth. Your grandfather, your mother and your father are among the top 2 of our population. But they're Democrats. You've grown up in the party, and your smart, and charismatic."

Seth smiled, confused. "I appreciate the compliments, gentleman, but I'm afraid I don't understand."

David smiled. "That is exactly what we're going to explain. Seth, you'll be done at Berkeley Law next January."

"Right."

"We've learned that next January there will be an opening in the prosecutor's office here in San Francisco. We're offering it to you now. The following November, Senator Gray will announce he will not be returning for the next term. The Republican nominee will be Mitchell O'Connell, who could never be elected."

Seth drew in a shaky breath. Senator Setts turned to him. "Do you understand what we're suggesting?"

"But I'll be thirty years old." Seth protested.

"Exactly. New blood. I guarantee you'll win it."

Seth sat back in his chair, bewildered. The Governor of California just guaranteed him a place in the Senate. In a little over two years. How was this happening?

"Truth Seth. The people are losing faith. We need some young, stick up for the common guy blood in our legislature to get things back in motion. You will be the youngest Senator in United States history."

Senator Cahn spoke up for the first time. "It's your ticket to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue."

Seth's whole world spun at those words. He hadn't mentioned the presidency to anyone. Except Summer. Cahn smiled. "It's been written all over your face since you interned."

Seth nodded slowly. "I'll be in San Francisco next January January."

The meeting adjourned shortly after. Seth walked out of the room in utter dismay. He knew that the party was interested in him, but he never thought they would want him in the Senate at age 30.

He thought about what this meant. After being serving in the Senate, he would be on track to run for president of the United States. He was marrying Molly, who would be the perfect first lady. Life was setting itself up. But was this the set up he wanted?

Summer returned to the hotel at 4:30. No Cohen. She knew she should shower, but instead, she collapsed on the bed, having gotten only 6 hours of sleep in the last two nights, and trying to shake her jet lag.

When she woke up, it was dark. The door to the deck was open, and there was a warm breeze blowing on her. She realized that Cohen was standing out on the deck, and she shivered, knowing what was going to happen next.

She got up and walked out onto the deck.

"Hey." She said.

He cleared his throat. "Hey."

"How was the meeting?"

He looked at her, but didn't say anything. She looked at him too. She bit her bottom lip and sucked in a breath.

Seth's eyes fixed on the bottom of her shirt. Like if he could just work up the nerve to get his hand on it, he could have it off in one motion.

Summer's eyes fixed on his belt. If she could only sense that he wanted her too, she could have that sucker open.

Seth shook his head, trying to avert his eyes, but he couldn't. No, he told himself. Don't go there. He knew that if they did, go there, that is, it would just screw everything up. There would never be any going back. He took a deep breath, and squeezed his eyes shut.

Fuck it, he thought. His lips met hers as he yanked her shirt off.