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.

"If it's just that you're weak, can we talk about it?" –Matchbox Twenty

It was a scene that had been played a few too many times in their history. Sitting in some restaurant somewhere, facing each other with enough food between them to feed a small country. But tonight was different.

Seth looked at Summer seriously. "So why'd you go?" he asked out of the blue. "And tell me the truth."

Summer was taken aback. She hadn't expected that to come up now. She thought about it for awhile. "If you would have died then, Seth, I would have died too."

"Don't say stuff like that."

"I'm serious. Don't pretend you haven't known that. There's a reason Marissa spent two weeks hiding all her Ambien."

"Summer don't say that." Seth said more forcefully.

"Cohen, you told me to tell the truth. And here it is. I can't do this without you. That's what scared me away four years ago, and what brought me back now."

"Summer. I don't know what's going to happen now. I promised Molly that I would marry her. I made a commitment. I can't just give up on that."

"Do you love her?"

"Summer."

"Do you love her?"

"I'm engaged Sum. I can't just throw it out the window because you came back in town. And I need to know that you're gonna be ok, no matter what."

"I think that's up to you." Summer said, meeting his gaze. They were both quiet for awhile, which let her know that the talk was over for now.

"How was your meeting?" she asked.

His face lit up. "I can't believe I didn't tell you! There's a job as assistant prosecutor in the San Fran office opening the year I graduate Berkeley and they want me to take it."

"Cohen, that's awesome! I assume you are?"

"Definitely. Because the next November, they want me in the Senate."

"You're freaking kidding Cohen!"

"No. Sum, Senator Cahn mentioned the presidency. As in me, running for the presidency."

"Seth, that's amazing!" She gushed. "You always wanted to live at 1600." She added, not mentioning that she'd always planned on going with him.

She stood up, walked to his chair, squatted and threw her arms around him. "Who always told you that you could do this, Cohen?" He laughed and she plopped back down in her seat.

"That would have been you."

"Right. So you'll hook me up with a job right?"

"As what, my stylist?"

"Cute Cohen. That was cute."

Back in Newport, Ryan was pouring his third cup of coffee and shaking his head. Kirsten and Marissa had taken it upon themselves to try and figure out exactly what was going on in Los Angeles, which had led to heated discussion over whether or not Seth would stay with Molly or reunite with Summer. Somehow, he and Sandy had found themselves in the middle of it.

"Marissa, I'm not saying that I don't want to see him with Summer. I'm saying that we wont. He'll never do to Molly what Summer did to him." Kirsten said.

"At least he'll try not to." Sandy put in.

Ryan laughed appreciatively. "Wouldn't you love to be a fly on the wall in LA tonight?"

Kirsten scoffed. "Please. My son would not do that."

Ryan and Marissa couldn't even try to choke back their laughter. "Oh please Kirsten." Marissa gasped between fits of laughter. "Don't kid yourself. This is not a clear-cut win for Molly. There's definitely going to be a showdown."

"I'm predicting a bit of a cat fight." Ryan added.

Marissa shook her head. "He's a little too excited about the prospect of that."

Ryan considered this. "Maybe if it was you and Summer. But Molly just doesn't do it for me."

Kirsten stood up. "On that note, we'll go."

Sandy stood up too. "Why are we leaving our own house?"

"I thought we might want to try to get some dinner, Sandy. You guys can stay here. In case they call."

"You just want to know if we're right about Seth." Marissa muttered under her breath as the Cohens left.

"I'm pretty sure we are." Ryan said.

"Cohen!" Summer yelled from the bathroom. "I'm pretty sure there's a bottle of Kiehl's lotion in the red Kate Spade case. Could you put in on the sink?"

The door opened and she heard the sound of plastic on counter top. But when she turned around in her towel, there was Seth.

"Thanks." She said, biting her lower lip.

"Anytime." He stared at her. She was wrapped in a towel that was barely covering her from chest to upper thighs. She was still dripping wet.

She looked at him. He had been in the process of changing and was now wearing ancient jeans and his button down shirt. She ran a hand through her hair.

Summer's goal had been to not push him, but making a move wasn't necessarily pushing, was it?

She sidled up to him, and picked up her lotion. Then she leaned up to his ear and whispered "Thanks", while pressing her body into his.

Seth put one of his hands in her hair and kissed her. The towel dropped. She started unbuttoning his shirt, and glanced at the bed. It was still rumpled from before, but instead of moving them towards that, she reached behind her, and turned on the shower again....