(A.N) Hey! Only a short chapter but a veryclimactic one! Yep I'm at that point again! Only one more chapter left in this story which i will most probably post in the next two days. So please read this one and the next and give me your thoughts.

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The Face Off

Seth was slowly approaching Gregg, a look of sheer determination etched on his features. Gregg looked undeterred at Seth's new state of mind and didn't flinch or back away. He reached for his gun which was stuffed down the back of his trousers.

"What are you gonna do? Shoot me?" Seth said.

"Why shouldn't I?" Gregg smirked.

"Because you'd be a coward, just like your brother," Seth spat.

Gregg flinched and froze.

"How dare you bring up my brother! He nearly killed you!"

"Really? Then why'd he have to use a gun?" Seth stood firm, "Now you can either shoot me and be a coward or put down the gun and be a man."

Gregg stared at Seth, not believing what he was saying. He glanced down at the handgun in his hand.

"So Gregg, what's it gonna be…?"

Summer ran down the hall to her bedroom, trying to evade the other guy who was looking for her. She needed a weapon, something to protect herself with. But what? She was only a small woman, her rage blackouts were effective but her fists alone wouldn't be enough.

She threw open the wardrobe door where a large amount of Christmukkah presents, that she'd received and was waiting to return, laid. Summer dove into the pile, frantically searching. This guy wasn't armed so maybe she'd have a chance.

She cried out in frustration. Nothing but ugly sweaters and frumpy shoes. She had an idea as she spotted a cheap string of fake pearls. Summer tore at the string, carefully capturing the loose pearls as they flew off of the string.

She placed them in the doorway, spreading them out. Summer peered outside, he was lurking outside of the nursery. She slammed the door and ran to hide under the bed. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in and the door opened slowly.

"Hello? I know you're in here and you're gonna wish you were dead after…AHHHH!" There was a crash as the man slipped over the small balls and went crashing to the ground. Summer peeked from behind the sheet shielding her and smiled in seeing the guy sprawled out on the floor.

Summer rolled out as the guy laid, knocked out, and headed for the door. When she got outside, Summer grabbed all the tables and chairs from the nursery, blocking the door so when he awoke, he couldn't escape. As she stood back to admire her work, Summer couldn't help but feel proud of her effort.

"I guess you're feeling pretty cocky right now."

Summer spun around and Taylor was stood there, arms folded and pouting.

"Oh are you okay sweetie? Even though the bad man took away your gun," Summer retorted in a mock baby voice. Taylor scowled.

"Summer, you can be as cocky as you like but right now, your darling husband is about to taste lead, oh again!" Summer's mouth fell open and she tried to dart past Taylor. No such luck as she stuck out her leg sending Summer falling onto the marble. She winced in pain and hauled herself up.

"You'll have to get past me first, sweetie."

The gun fell to the floor as Gregg's stare bored into Seth's.

"Okay tough guy, you wanna die being a hero fine. You're gonna wish you took the gun," Gregg smiled.

"We'll see," Seth replied. The two guys stood still, each one waiting for the other to make a move.

Adrenaline pumped through Seth's body. Why was he doing this? This wasn't Seth Cohen. He didn't know who'd taken over his body but they weren't doing the right thing. Suddenly, without any warning, Gregg's fist went flying into Seth's face.

Pain throbbed through his jaw and he winced. He had to do something. And stop thinking about it! Seth lunged at Gregg and pinned him against the wall, an almost super-human strength washing over him.

Gregg gasped for air as Seth's arm pressed against his neck. Gregg pushed hard back, knocking Seth away.

The two guys stared at each other, both faces were red and sore and both were panting, gasping for the oxygen they needed.

"All those years, I actually looked up to you, I wanted to be you! Summer Roberts, popular and pretty and perfect. I was Taylor, desperate and lonely. I hated you then and I hate you now. And by the time I'm done with you, you're gonna be so sorry…" Taylor growled, her eyes glistening with angry tears.

Summer backed away slowly, Taylor really was crazy.

"When I get rid of you, I'll finally be the best. I'll go with Gregg and we'll be rich. I'll have everything that you had and more…"

"Yeah but you'll never have what I have," Summer said confidently. Taylor walked closer and pinned Summer to the wall.

"What's that then Summer?" Taylor spat.

"You'll never have friends…" Summer gasped as Taylor closed her fingers around her neck.

Suddenly the front door burst open and the house was flooded with cops. Taylor spun around, fear spreading across her body. Summer felt an enormous sense of relief as she heard Ryan and Marissa calling for her and Seth worriedly.

"See, now you'll have something I never had, a trip to jail," Summer smirked. Taylor shook and Summer broke free from her weakened grasp. She pushed her across the hall and Taylor fell to the floor.

"See you Townsend, have a nice life, I know I will." Summer strode over to the stairs and called for the cops.

"She's up here! And two guys too!" Summer cried. About 50 cops sped up past her and Taylor glared as Summer winked at her before descending the staircase. Kirsten, Sandy, Ryan and Marissa were stood anxiously by the doorway and all looked immensely relieved in seeing Summer run over to them.

They all hugged her tightly, tears flooding down Marissa's cheeks. Summer broke away.

"Where's Seth?" She asked. Just then, Seth strode out of the living room, looking battered but wearing a smile in seeing Gregg being led away in cuffs.

Kirsten had run up the stairs to get Autumn after being asked by Summer and Seth walked over to her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, actually I'm fine. I'm great, I got to kick Taylor Townsend's ass," Summer grinned. Seth smiled back and Summer looked up at his bruised jaw.

"That looks sore…"

"It is but I've walked away from a fight with a Milligan, that's an achievement."

"Oh Cohen, you're such an ass," Summer grinned, falling into his arms.

The two were lost in each other and barely took in anything they were told for the remainder of that night.

They didn't need to hear it.

They'd already won.