First and Last Chance
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Summary: Major AU. Saturday detention always sucks. But when weird stuff starts to happen, it is anything but boring. Seth/Summer, Marissa/Oliver, Zack.
A/n: Depending on how this chapter goes is how many chapters there will be after this one. One or two.
Disclaimer: The OC belongs to Fox… and this is written for pleasure only, no money is being made off of it. The plot belongs loosely to the Breakfast Club, but not really after the first chapter.
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"Last Night"
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Seth and Summer moved as fast as they could through the halls. The thunder had seemed to cease for the time-being, but the rain still pounded hard on the roof of the school. Seth was still dizzy but a pang of worry was inside of him.
Why it was there was beyond him. Hopefully Marissa had gone crazy and killed Zack, but he could only dream about that happening. He knew it was mean, but Zack was an asshole.
There was only one scream, but it echoed through the heads of Summer and Seth. Worried about getting to her in time. Their imaginations ran wild with what could have happened, both of them hoping that the stories they were coming up with in their minds weren't true.
Another sudden dizzy spell came over Seth and he just stopped. Summer kept rushing and ended up being pulled back by Seth.
"What the hell Cohen?" she snapped.
"My head is spinning, I think that constitutes stopping," Seth snapped angrily. He didn't mean to sound so nasty, but the entire room was turning upside down over and over again. It was getting unbearable as he fell to the ground and leaned back against the wall, his eyes shut so tight.
"Seth, you're scaring me!" Summer screamed.
"And I'm… I'm not allowed… to be scared?" Seth asked, trying his hardest to make the spinning stop.
Another loud scream slammed through the halls. This time it wasn't Marissa's high pitched one.
"ZACK?" Summer shouted. "COOP?"
Seth didn't move. If he moved even the slightest bit, everything would get a bazillion times worse.
Unknown to Seth, Summer spun around to look at him. "Seth, stay here. I have to go find out what the hell is going on, and you're in no condition to even move. I'll be right back, I promise."
"Don't leave Summer, please," Seth begged, his eyes opening slowly.
"I don't have a choice. Cohen, something bad happened to Zack and Coop, and I wanna make sure that they're all right."
If we can't stay together, we're going to die alone.
Die.
Alone.
"I'll be right back, I promise," Summer said, as she ran off. Leaving Seth all alone.
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More time passed than Seth would have hoped. It was cold, it was dark, it was spinny. Everything was freaking him out. He knew that he was just hearing things, but his mind told him not to believe that, something was out to get him.
And he was alone. It wasn't as bad as it was before, but if he moved his head too quickly (like he had a tendency to do when he heard something), the dizziness would return, making him feel even sicker than before.
He could only sit there and pray that Summer would come back for him soon. Sure he could always just stand up and walk away, but that would be a lot of moving, and he had tried to stand, but it just made things worse and worse.
But it gave him plenty of time to think. About life. About death. Even if that does sound cheesy, that was all he really could do. If Summer ever came back he'd have something to tell her. Something that could explain everything that was going on around here.
As much as he didn't want to admit it. This could all be one super screwed up nightmare. This could be… no he didn't even want to think about it.
Last night was in the past. He couldn't change that. He was here now, in the present, alive, and trying to keep it that way.
He heard a loud bang and turned his head in the direction that it came from. Please let it be Summer coming back. He had a bad feeling about being in this area any longer.
He wanted out. Even though all the doors were locked, there had to be a way to get the hell out of here. Someone wanted them to stay in there, but he was going to come up with a way to get out. He was going to get him and Summer out of this death trap.
Seth was sick of sitting in the same place. So he decided to tempt fate once again and slowly forced himself onto his feet. His legs felt like Jello. They wanted to fall out from underneath him, sending him spiraling to the floor again.
But Seth had a different idea. He was going to stay standing. Using the wall to support most of his weight, he began walking in the direction that Summer had run off in.
It had been entirely too long for Summer to be gone. "Sum?" he called out, somewhat weakly.
His voice echoed back through the cavernous halls, sending shivers up his spine.
"Sum?" he called out, trying to be a little louder.
"Over here Seth," she said quietly, so quiet that Seth almost didn't hear her. She sounded really upset. Slowly, Seth walked towards her voice, keeping far too much pressure on the wall. But if he didn't, his Jello-legs were going to give out and it would be no use anymore.
When Seth got there, he almost immediately regretted walking to Summer and not waiting. Summer attacked him, sobbing.
"They're gone Seth… they're all gone!" she gasped out between the sobs.
He knew that his thoughts were right. Marissa was dead. So was Zack. They had died together. Trying to get out.
Seth took deep breaths and now had his back putting pressure on the wall so he didn't fall. Summer was a wreck. Seth wasn't very good at comforting people. Hell, he never expected to be comforting anyone, let alone Summer Roberts.
Summer Roberts. The Summer Roberts, was sobbing in his embrace. Sobbing because this morning, only a few short hours ago, her three best friends were still alive and harassing the shit out of Seth. Sobbing because now, she was the only remaining member of the Fantastic Four. And the only person she had left to cry on was Seth Cohen.
Death-Breath Seth Cohen.
Seth Cohen, the queer.
Seth Cohen, who had had a crush on Summer Roberts since it was okay to have crushes on girls.
"It'll be okay Sum, we're gonna get out of here. And you're gonna be all right. Okay?" Seth managed to choke out as his eyes fell on the crumpled form of his step-aunt (if that was what she was. The great Cooper-Nichol-Cohen Incestrial Love Circle was even more confusing than trying to figure out what people were saying on Jerry Springer between the censors.)
He didn't know why it made him so upset. He rarely even talked to Marissa. The only time was when their parents forced them into conversation. And even then it wasn't even a conversation. It was Marissa waiting to go back to socializing with her friends, and Seth waiting for the party to be over, so he could leave hell.
But still, she didn't even look like she was dead. Just sleeping.
Sleeping.
Last night.
"Come on Sum, we're getting out of here…" Seth said, trying to get Summer to move without removing the majority of his weight from the wall. His Jello-legs refused to go away.
Slowly, Summer nodded and began walking in the opposite direction, staring off into space. Seth was trying to keep her from running into walls, but it was hard.
"In here," Seth said, pushing Summer into the one door. Once he got in, he closed it and locked it. "We should be safe in here…"
"What?" Summer said, looking at Seth as if he were a freak.
"The murderer wouldn't be in any room if he were out looking for us," Seth said, trying to sound smart as he finally let himself fall to the ground.
Summer sat down next to him. This was really strange.
"Sum, I think I know what's going on," Seth said, his voice a near whisper. His brain was screaming at him though. Summer wouldn't care. Summer would just laugh and say 'too bad.' Summer wouldn't understand.
"What, what's going on Cohen?" Summer asked.
Seth took a deep breath. How was there an easy way to put this? "Remember. Remember when we were playing 'I Never' in the library?"
Summer nodded.
"Well, you said 'I never tried to kill myself' and I…"
"Put a finger down," Summer finished.
Seth in turn nodded. "Last night… last night… I…" he closed his eyes and hit his head on the wall that was behind his head.
"What happened last night Seth?" she asked. Seth could hear the concern in her voice.
His eyes slowly opened. "I overdosed last night Summer!"
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A/n: The big secret is out of the bag. Two more chapters!
DSmooth321 - I love Rymmer… Summeran… it is just an amazing ship! It would probably end up being Summeran with a tich of Seth/Marissa or Marissa/Oliver… but Summeran rocks! And yes, death to Marissa!
octobersmoke - Yes… you do, don't you? Haha! Me too, Marissa… haha! No more than one chapter left… like… three maybe? I'm glad you think my writing is cool!
JenJenxx - Me too! And Marissa, I hate her… and needed more of Summereth interaction… I just realized I haven't written Summereth in a long time…
KC-Chick - That would be cool… but I can't think in BMW terms… haha. Three terms I can think/write in are The OC…Lost… the 4400 and any crossover that goes in between them… This is the first OC fic that doesn't have Ryan as… wait the other OC fic had Trey not Ryan… nevermind… haha… but anyways… only Summer and Seth are left… and Seth is like… Seth. Haha… glad you liked the SS humor.
adambrody10 - Haha. Happy? And yes, this is loosely based on the Breakfast Club…
Laugh-a-Lot Bear - Haha, obviously Zack isn't the killer, and neither is Marissa.
emogeek1 - The answer is in the next chapter!
xocourtneyxo - EXACTLY! I think that there are a lot of people who hate Marissa. I'm just glad I'm not the only one! Thanks for reading:D
caroliscool - Haha. Thanks!
Abby - When was this? You probably reviewed after I posted the new chapter. runs to check The last time it says you reviewed was Chapter 4… and it is right there in chapter 5… So maybe you reviewed and it didn't get submitted, because it isn't there. Sorry if that offended you.
warxx - Is it that scary? I'll keep writin' if you keep reading! xD