Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with The O.C. I do own a few individual characters as well as the plot, but there's really no point in suing me because I don't own anything of value.

Chapter Four

"Janice, cancel my meeting. I won't be taking calls for the rest of the afternoon."

Without a word to Summer, Seth turned on his heel and went back into his office, leaving the door open. After a moment, Summer tentatively followed, peering around the edge of the door. Seth was standing with his back to her, looking out the window at the ocean, his arms crossed at his front.

"Are you going to come in or not?" he asked, without turning around.

Summer entered, pulling the door shut behind her. She glanced around the office. It was very Seth Cohen. He had a number of framed posters on the walls, some of his favourite comic books, others of his favourite bands. Summer noted that, in the last eleven years, his musical preferences hadn't changed a great deal.

There were a few framed photographs around the room on shelves. There was what looked like a fairly recent one of Sandy and Kirsten, one of Ryan and Natalie, one of two identical girls whom Summer knew to be Annabelle and Lia Atwood and finally one of Seth, Summer, Ryan and Marissa, taken while they were still at Harbor, before Summer had left.

Seth still hadn't turned around and so, Summer sat down on one of the small armchairs, staring at his back. Seth still looked the same, yet at the same time, he looked different. He was still tall and thin but was dressed in a well-fitted suit, no tie, making him look very much the adult he now was. He was still clean shaven and still had messy, curly hair but he seemed much more mature to Summer

"What are you doing here Summer?"

She jumped at the sound of his voice and watched as he slowly turned to face her, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I came back," she replied. "To see you."

"Oh, how nice of you, after leaving me out of the blue, ten years later, you've come back."

The sarcasm was more than evident in Seth's voice and he plopped down into his chair.

"Excuse me, Cohen. You're the one who left me. So don't you dare start that crap, I only left because, once you were gone, there was no reason for me to stay."

Summer hadn't meant to blurt out her feelings so passionately, but Seth Cohen had always been able to send her head into a spin, so much so that she didn't seem to think or function rationally.

"I wrote you a letter! You left me nothing!"

"A letter? You're right, maybe I should have written you a letter so you could spend the entire summer going over it again and again, trying to figure out what the hell you did wrong!"

"Or maybe I should have left you nothing so that you could spend the last ten years trying to figure out what the hell you did wrong!"

The office enveloped into utter silence. Both Summer and Seth were breathing fairly heavily and glaring ateach other. It took a few moments before they calmed down and Summer sighed loudly.

"Look, believe it or not, I didn't come here to fight."

"Then why did you come here?" Seth asked.

"To see you. To reconcile."

Seth didn't say anything. He looked around the room, refusing to catch Summer's eye.

"Look, I'm staying with Marissa. Apparently you and I are both invited to a dinner with Ryan tonight, so if I see you there, that'd be great. If not, I'm sorry."

Without another word, Summer left the office; heading back to Marissa's to see her son.

A short chapter, I know, but there will be more to come, very soon. Keep the reviews coming!