Hi everyone!

Thanks so much for your reviews, I really appreciate that you take your time and review, especially those that comment after every chapter! Serisouly, this means very much! So today here's something cheesy after all that angst and depression of the last few chapters, but be prepared for the real storyline to be revealed in the next chapter!

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Steffi

Something Went Wrong

Seth knew that hospital staff definitely were the most annoying people in the whole world. Especially now that nobody felt the necessity to talk to him, or just to tell him where his girlfriend was, and if she was fine.

Just before he had wanted to go to bed, Seth had received a call from the Manhattan Memorial Hospital, with the urgent plea to get there as fast as possible. The only thing the woman at the other end of the line had told him was that his girlfriend had been involved in a stabbing and was now in the ER.

Great piece of information. To be in the ER could either mean that she had just a scratch on her forehead or that she was already dead. Or something inbetween.

Drumming nervously with his fingers on the reception desk, Seth's gaze wandered around, looking for Summer. He was so concentrated on his search that he didn't notice the brunette nurse standing in front of him.

"Sir, can I help you?"

Just some more drumming as a response.

"Sir?" The nurse's face grew darker.

"Sir!" she finally yelled and caught Seth's attention.

With his eyes wide open Seth stared at her.

"Can – I – help – you?" the nurse asked again, stressing every word extra long.

Seth nodded enthusiastically. "Um yeah, I'm looking for my girlfriend, Summer Roberts? I got a call that she was here…"

Suddenly, the nurse's face softened and she nodded. "Mr Cohen?" she asked and went around the counter to lay a hand on Seth's arm. "Please follow me."

At this comment, Seth's mind almost went crazy. He still didn't know what was wrong with Summer, and if she was seriously hurt or not. And it was definitely difficult to read the nurse's expression.

Trying hard to keep up with the nurse's fast pace, Seth leant forward, looking her in the eye. "Is she alright?" he asked, the tension clearly hearable in his voice.

The nurse didn't look at him and smiled. "Don't worry, she'll be fine." She answered and stopped all of a sudden, opening a door to a trauma room. "There she is."

And with a slight push from the nurse, Seth was in the room where he found Summer lying on the bed, her eyes closed.

"You can take her home when she wakes up. The doctor's already signed the discharge papers." The nurse said as her final sentence and closed the door behind him again.

Seth quickly ran over to Summer as he saw that her left hand was bandaged up to her elbow.

Relieved to an amount that he could have never imagined, he took Summer's unbandaged hand in his and kissed it tenderly, feeling the weight of the thousand stones falling from his heart.

At the touch of Seth's lips, Summer's eyes popped open, staring directly at him. Obviously, it took her a few moments to realize what had happened and why she was there, but after a few seconds of looking around in the room and facing Seth, tears started to fall down her cheeks and she threw herself into Seth's arms where she started to weep almost uncontrollably.

"God, I'm so glad you're here." Summer whispered into Seth's ear while trying to get herself together again.

Seth closed his eyes and hugged Summer as tight as he could, never wanting to let her go. "Baby, what happened?" he asked worriedly and gently pushed Summer away from him to look her in the eyes.

Summer sniffed and pressed her lips together to suppress some more tears that were about to well up inside of her.

"It was so terrible, like…" she paused and wiped some fresh tears away. "Like the nightmares I always have."

Seth cupped Summer's face in his hands and stared at her intensively. "What happened?" he asked again.

Summer closed her eyes for a second and sighed. "It was… we were at the club… and Annie got really drunk, as usual…" again a little break to gather herself. "And she stole some drugs from that Felicia chick who got really mad and wanted them back… but Annie refused to give her the drugs… and…" Another slight sob escaped Summer's mouth as all the events of the evening came flashing back into her mind again.

Seth softly stroked a strand of hair out of Summer's face and didn't say a thing. He knew her too than well to interrupt her now.

With her healthy hand, Summer took Seth's hand away from her face and squeezed it tightly. Looking down to her bandage, she continued. "And then Felicia went all nuts and pulled out a knife and chased Annie through the whole club… and then Annie fell and Felicia hovered about her with the knife in her hand and… and I wanted to stop her and she pushed me away and I fell… and I cut my hand…"

Summer held up her bandaged hand to underline what she was telling. "And when I looked up again Felicia had just stabbed Annie twice."

Seth's face was full of compassion as he listened to every word his girlfriend was telling him. He was now even more relieved than before to have her in front of him with "just" a cut on her hand.

He cleared his throat. "And what about Annie now? I mean, is she…?" Seth didn't dare to ask the question properly. Imagining the wild red head dead was truly frightening.

Summer sniffed and pouted slightly. "She was critical at first because she's lost a lot of blood, but the doctors said thanks to my help she's gonna be fine… she's gonna stay at the ICU over night and then she'll get transferred to a normal room."

"That's a good thing." Seth said and stroked Summer's cheek. "I'm proud that you helped her."

For the first time in hours, a tiny smile escaped Summer's lips. She was proud at herself as well, even though she couldn't get rid of the comments her friends had made when she wanted to help Annie. Why in all world shouldn't she touch her? It was not like her fingerprints would be everywhere, and if that was the reason, there were a hundred of witnesses who had seen that Felicia had stabbed Annie, not her.

A soft kiss on her forehead woke Summer up from her daydreaming.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Seth whispered and leant his forehead on hers, closing his eyes. "Calls in the middle of the night aren't really comforting."

Summer closed her eyes as well and smiled weakly.

After a few moments of silence in which both of them just enjoyed each other's company, Seth took Summer's healthy hand and helped her to get out of the bed. Glancing at his watch he saw that it was almost four in the morning. That had been some exciting night.

The couple slowly made their way towards the entrance, their hands intertwined, Summer leaning on Seth. She had never needed him more than now, and she had never been so glad that he was there.

As they approached the waiting area in the front zone of the ER, Summer spotted Keira, Sarah and Macy sitting and laying across the seats. Summer softly let go of Seth's hand and went up to them.

"What are you guys still waitin' for?" she asked and wrapped her arms around her. After all, it was late January, and everytime the ER doors opened, a freezing breeze entered the building.

Keira yawned and shrugged. "First we stayed to hear about Annie… and then about you." She answered and sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"Oh, I'm gonna be ok." Summer replied and shivered. "And so's Annie."

Macy nodded and sat up as well. "So we've heard."

An awkward silence filled the room, and Seth wondered what must have happened at the club to shut those usual talk-loving girls up like that.

"You should've listened to us." Keira said and looked at Summer conspirationally.

"Yeah, and I suppose I should've just let her die?" Summer asked with an unnerved tone in her voice.

As none of the girls answered, Summer shook her head and ran over to Seth, grabbing his hand.

"See you on Monday." She said to them without looking back.

Outside the hospital, snow had begun to fall. Summer smiled despite the terrible headache that was coming up. She felt how her stomach started to protest again, but this time she didn't wonder after all the alcohol and agitation the last couple of hours had brought with them.

As Seth and her walked hand in hand towards the subway, Summer remembered that the clothing company planned on giving the model agency a bigger campaign, and she felt her stomach tightening. Thinking about all the stress the finished campaign had brought with it made her feel sick all the way again.

Seth seemed to notice her silence and spun her around all of a sudden, pulling her closer to him. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked and gave Summer a puppy look out of his chocolate brown eyes.

Summer gave him a weak smile and nodded. "Yeah. Don't worry."

Seth's hands wandered up to Summer's face, rubbing small circles on her cheeks with his thumbs that were covered by the soft wool of his gloves. The comfortable feeling of being in Seth's arms sent shivers down Summer's spine.

Seth's lips touched Summer's, and they lost themselves in a long, loving kiss after which Summer buried her head in Seth's chest.

"I love you." She whispered and closed her eyes, exhaustion and nauseousness setting in.

Seth smiled and pulled Summer only closer. He definitely liked this Summer more than bitchy and stressed model Summer.

"I love you too." Looking down on his girlfriend, Seth saw that she was almost asleep, and he shook her softly to wake her up again. "Come on." He said, taking her hand in his again. "Let's go home."

For the first time in ages, Summer slept like a stone. Her head had merely touched her pillow at 4:30 in the morning when she had started to drift of to sleep. There were no nightmares that night and no more sickening feelings, it had been just a normal night of good sleep.

The first time Summer opened her eyes that Sunday it was almost 1:30 in the afternoon. When she saw how late it was, she jumped out of her bed, obviously just needing some time to realize that it was Sunday, and that she didn't have to go to the agency.

Groggily, she tapped over to the bedroom door to open it when Seth jumped right in front of her face. "Stop right here." He said, grabbed her at the shoulders and turned her around again. "Go back to bed."

"But I've just been sleeping for a zillion hours, I don't wanna go-" Summer protested but didn't have a chance to finish her protest since Seth pushed her towards the bed, throwing her on the pillows teasingly.

"Just do what I say" he said and raised his forefinger in the air. "Just for once."

Summer smiled and crawled back under the blankets, adjusting herself among her pillows. She leant on the back of the bed, her eyes never leaving the bedroom door to see what Seth was up to.

A few seconds later a tray full of pancakes, brownies, omelettes, French toast, orange juice and fresh brewed coffee came through the door, accompanied by a broad grinning Seth.

He carefully went over to Summer's side of the bed, setting the tray down in front of her.

Summer bit her lip at the cuteness that was happening in front of her eyes. Not only had Seth made an opulent breakfast for her, he had also decorated the tray with rose leaves and a wonderful pair of silver, heart-shaped earrings.

Summer struggled to find her words. "Seth, this is so-"

"Adorable, romantic, perfect even?" Seth asked and grinned.

Summer tried to suppress a grin and shook her head slightly. "I was gonna say cute, but I guess the rest works as well." She smiled and leant over to kiss him. "Thank you."

Seth smiled and jumped over Summer on his side of the bed, stretching out in his full length. "So, what d'ya wanna do today?" he asked and yawned. He was still in his pajamas, and Summer figured that he hadn't gotten up that much earlier than her.

As she started to eat some eggs, Summer frowned. Such a simple question, and yet it was hard to find an answer. "Umm, I don't know." She said honestly and giggled a little. "It's like we don't know the city at all."

Seth smiled at her, more at the fact that she was really eating in front of his eyes than to the comment she had just made. So the eating disorder thing had really been some overreaction from him.

"There's a sheet of ice in Central Park, so we could go ice skating…" he said and scratched his chest as another yawn escaped his mouth.

Summer smiled lovingly at him and leant over, pushing a huge piece of Brownie into Seth's wide opened mouth. "Taste it." She said and grinned. "You're a good cook."

Seth almost choked from the huge amount of Brownie dough that suddenly filled his mouth, and he sat up for better chewing. "Mya wamme suffocabe?" he asked, pushing some dough that kept falling out back into his mouth.

"What? Cohen you should really work on your mumbling problem." Summer said and laughed happily at her own joke.

Instead of answering, Seth made a face towards her and concentrated on swallowing the Brownie without suffocating from it.

Completely concentrated on her own food again, Summer didn't notice how Seth's hands slowly came closer towards her stomach, the place where she was the most ticklish. So when his bony fingers started to tease her sensitive skin, she screamed loudly and almost spilled her breakfast all over the bed.

In an useless attempt to stop her boyfriend, Summer balled her healthy hand into a fist and started to hit Seth's back. When he still didn't stop tickling her, sheput the tray on the floor andthrew herself on him, laughing even harder now.

It was only her luck then that Seth didn't feel like playing the tickling game any further but decided to kiss her passionately, his hands slowly moving in and out from under her pj top.

And all of a sudden, neither of them felt like eating anymore.

The day had just been plain perfect. For the first time ever since Seth and Summer had moved to New York they started to discover the city they lived in. Of course Summer had been to all the important tourist attractions while doing her model shoots, but she had never had the time to look at them or enjoy being there.

But today it was different. Seth was with her, and after the best morning sex they've ever had, Summer felt like walking on clouds. While they visited the Empire State Building, the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridge, and Times Square, all they did was cuddling and kissing, holding hands and kissing again.

It was like after all those weeks that were full of stress and during which they didn't have the chances to be with each other like, at all, both Seth and Summer were starving for the love the other one gave them.

By the time the sun had set in the sky, the couple cuddled on a bench under a huge oak tree in Central Park, watching children and their parents ice skating on the overdimensed sheet of ice that was in the middle of a huge meadow. Summer had crawled under Seth's coat for some warmth. She knew she would never get used to temperatures that low, since growing up in California had made her freeze by the time the temperature dropped under seventy.

Seth inhaled the sweet scent of Summer's coconut shampoo as he gave her a kiss on the head, adjusting her woollen hat as he lifted his head again. "You're shivering." He stated and pulled Summer closer to his body for some warmth.

Summer's teeth clattered as she responded.

"Well Cohen that could be because it's freezing cold out here. It must be warmer in Siberia by now."

Seth laughed and shook his head. "I don't think so. But anyways, I think I know what might warm you up again."

Summer smiled and sighed. "Cohen, my lips feel like ice, so I don't think making out is such a good idea."

Seth shook his head and pulled Summer up from the bench, pointing towards the ice sheet in front of them. "Let's go ice skating."

At that suggestion, Summer's eyes widened in shock. "Cohen, you remember that I'm a child of Southern California? The only way I've ever been close to ice was as in having ice cream."

Seth dragged her a little closer to the ice. "I promise it's gonna be fun. I'll catch you if you fall."

Summer stopped in her pace and raised her eyebrows towards Seth, definitely seeming sceptic at the moment. "And that coming from a guy who, under some strange circumstances I still haven't quite understood, achieved to hang himself from the top of his parents house upside down in the pourin' rain."

Making a face towards his girlfriend, Seth let go of Summer's hand and walked over to the ice sheet by himself. He knew very well that it would take Summer only seconds to change her mind and run after him.

As he approached the sheet of ice, Seth started to count the seconds. When he was in front of the skate rental, he had already reached ten. Just as he was about to give his order to the rental guy, a very familiar small hand touched his shoulder and spun him around.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The angry little face with the from the crisp air reddened cheeks and the deep frown that was supposed to be giving him a mad expression made Seth's heart melt. She just looked so damn cute in her winter outfit.

Seth reached out to cup Summer's face in his hands when she shoved them away briskly.

"No time for that Cohen, or are you just being a coward?" she asked teasingly, making her way to the rental guy.

Before Seth realized it, Summer had organised two pairs of iceskates. And even before he had put them on, Summer had already dragged him on the ice.

"Come on Cohen, don't be such a lameass!" Summer yelled as she turned around to see her boyfriend struggeling to keep his equilibrium on the ice.

To Summer's astonishment, ice skating had turned out to be a lot easier than she had always thought it would be. And so it happened that only after a few minutes, she spun around on the ice like the next ice dance superstar while Seth mainly concentrated on not to land on his butt again. The first two times had been embarrassing enough. Especially for the little kid who had needed to help him up again.

"Summer, 'lameass' is not even a word." Seth yelled back while he was overtaken by five year olds.

Summer drove over to her boyfriend, making a perfect stop in front of him. "Don't change the subject, Cohen. You just wanna hide the truth."

Seth propped his hands on his knees, breathing heavily from the work ice skating brought with it. "What truth do you mean?"

"That you suck at ice skating." Summer said triumphantly.

Seth stuck out his tongue and while doing so, he lost his equilibrium, falling on Summer and causing her to fall over on her butt.

"Oww, shit, damn it!" Summer yelled all of a sudden, a pained expression on her face.

As Seth lifted his head he saw that Summer had been falling right on her bandaged hand which she now held close to her body with her eyes closed.

He reached out for her knee and gently touched it. "I'm so sorry." He said with a guilty tone in his voice.

Summer whimpered a little and opened her eyes again, looking into Seth's.

"It's okay." She said through gritted teeth.

Seth frowned and felt terrible for causing his girlfriend so much pain. "Let me help you." He said and gently took Summer's bandaged hand, placing kisses all over it. "Better?" he asked with one of his puppy eye looks.

Pouting, Summer shook her head and sniffed to underline the miserable situation she was in.

Seth smiled a little and started to kiss her hand again. After a while, he looked up. "Better now?"

A sweet smile crossed Summer's lips. "I suppose it would be terribly romantic if I told you it's better now." She said.

"But it isn't." Seth replied while shaking his head.

Summer pouted again, lowering her gaze. "I'm sorry." She said with a teasingly sad voice.

Seth leant over to kiss Summer quickly, and helped her getting up again.

After she had cleared herself from all of the snow on her pants, Summer looked up at him and smiled. "It's better now." She said and gave him a broad victorious grin.

Just as Seth wanted to lean over to kiss her again, Summer had started to drive away on her ice skates, circling around in the middle of the ice sheet.

"Come on Cohen!" she hissed. "You're never gonna learn it by just standing around."

Shaking his head, Seth started to skate as well. Summer's behavior showed him what a whole weekend of relaxation could change in a person. And if it were up to him, every weekend would be like the day they had had today.

Next chapter: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished