Title: The Consequences
Author: In Fair Verona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seth and Summer engender a 'rumor' which travels around Newport and learn the consequences of their actions when the unexpected happens.
Shipper: Seth x Summer
Disclaimer: It is all property of FOX, every last bit of it. I don't own anything in this story or related to it.
A/N: This chapter is... sort of short. It goes by quickly. But it's light-hearted and in my opinion a bit humerous. But don't worry, this won't be a light fluffy story. This is just the chapter where I'm allowed to be humerous because the next chapter has plenty of emotional toll on the characters.
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"I can't do this." Summer called from within the bathroom stall.
"Summer, it's really not that complicated, and I'm not going to help you pee on a stick." Marissa responded. Marissa was sitting on top of the sink counter in the girl's bathroom, wringing her hands nervously.
"Well, it's just a little difficult! You try peeing on a stick! It's like trying to play darts when you're wasted!" Summer snapped back. Marissa winced.
"An odd comparison." Marissa shook her head. "Come on, Summer. This is serious. Just do it."
"There is nothing to be serious about, because there is no way in hell that I am pregnant." Summer said, though by the tone in her voice Marissa wasn't sure that Summer really believed that.
"Summer, you told me that you two didn't use protection."
"It's Seth Cohen, Marissa. Do you think the guy keeps a condomn in his back pocket? Anyway, that's the only reason I'm doing this, to affirm that I am not pregnant."
"Are you done?" Marissa interrupted her, swinging her feet idly. She heard the zipping of pants and looked up just when Summer stepped out of the stall, placing the pregnancy test by the sink.
"So now what? Nothing's happening." Summer said, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Well, it takes time, Summer." Marissa said, pushing herself off the counter. "We have to wait." So they waited. They waited and paced back and forth across the girs' restroom until Marissa quickly noticed something and darted to the sink. "There's a blue line!"
"A blue line?" Summer snatched the kit's box from the sink counter and looked at the back. "One or two blue lines?" She asked urgently. Marissa brushed some hair behind her ear and peered over at the test.
"One."
"One... equals... not pregnant!" Summer shrieked, tossing the box over her shoulder and clapping her hands together. "I totally knew it. There was no way. I mean, eww." She said, letting out a joyous laugh and throwing her arms around Marissa. Marissa returned the hug, muttering thank-you to nobody in particular.
"Thank- Summer." Marissa pulled apart, looking over her friends shoulder. She walked away from Summer and looked at the test. Furrowing her brow, she turned to Summer. "Summer... now there's... two."
"Two? Two what?" Summer asked, biting her lip.
"Two lines." Marissa responded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And... they're blue." She bent down and picked up the kit's box which Summer had tossed and inspected the back, reading it carefully. "Summer... two blue lines means... it means..."
"I know what it means." Summer said quickly, stomping off towards Marissa and grabbing the kit. She marched to the sink, grabbing the stick and chucked it all into the trash. "What crap! That's completely inaccurate!"
"Summer, it's supposed to be 99.99% accurate."
"Well, then it's lying!" Summer shouted, kicking a stall door. She looked ready to go into another one of her rage black-outs. Marissa reached forward and wrapped her arms around her best friend tightly. Summer's hands curled up into fists and she tried to pry away from Marissa before she couldn't fight any longer and collasped into sobs against her friend's shirt. "It has to be false!" She bawled, as dark tears of mascara ran down her cheek. "It just has to."
"Summer, I'm so sorry." Marissa said, pressing her face into her friends shoulder. "But it says..."
"Screw it, it's not right. It is all a big lie... this cannot happen to me! This should be what happens to Holly, or hell, even that Anna girl. Not ME." Summer cried. Marissa smoother her friends hair, attempting to console her.
"Shh. Summer, let's try another test. Just in case." Marissa said, pulling away from her friend. "One more... just in case."
Summer stared at herself in the mirror of her bedroom. She had the bottom half of her red shirt lifted up in her hand and she eyed her flat stomache solemnly.
"I don't want to be fat." She said softly, placing a hand on top of her smooth belly. "I don't want any of this." She added to herself. Marissa stepped inside her dimly lit room, a library book was encircled in her hands.
"I stopped by the library. I found this." She shrugged and handed the book to Summer, who dropped her shirt and eyed it suspiciously.
"The Idiot's Guide to Competitive Tennis?" Summer arched a brow.
"Oh, wait, that's for Ryan!" Marissa said quickly, taking the book and stuffing it into her bag. She pulled out another and plopped it down onto Summer's bed. "9 months to make a miracle."
"Miracle." Summer muttered sarcastically, wiping her tear-stained eyes. "You know what would be a miracle? Just one out of the 7 pregnancy tests we tried giving me a 'No'. Just one. That would be a miracle." Summer sat down on her bed, crossing her arms across her chest tightly. "Marissa, I can't do this! I don't want to!" She chucked the book against the wall and it hit with a loud thud before falling to the floor. Marissa winced slightly and bent down, picking it up and tucking it under her arm. "I'm not going to be pregnant... or give birth to the spawn of Cohen." She said bitterly.
"So what are you going to do?" Marissa asked, narrowing her eyes at her friend. "Abortion?" Summer looked up at her friend, a thoughtful expression crossed her face. "No... Summer!" Marissa protested, sitting down beside her friend. "You cannot consider getting the baby abortioned!"
"There isn't a baby. It's just... a zygote." Summer said stiffly. "I am not having this baby, Marissa."
"A Zygote is still a living thing!" Marissa said loudly, her eyes widening angrily. "Summer! I can't believe you. You were the one who told me in the 7th grade that you would never get an abortion no matter what! You said that it was wrong and that it was killing a life and you said you'd never do it!"
"7th grade? Marissa, there is a big difference from being a 7th grade virgin and a pregnant 16 year old." Summer replied bitterly. "You don't have to go through this. You're not pregnant." She added, envy apparent in her voice.
"Summer, who said you'd have to go through this all alone?" Marissa said, her voice softening gently as she took Summer's hand. "I'm your best friend, I'm going to be here for you. And of course, Seth-"
"Cohen!?" Summer cried out, pulling her hand away from Marissa. "You've got to be kidding me. There is no way that Cohen is going to find out about this. At all."
"What? You can't not tell him- he's the father! Summer, you can't kill his child without his consent!"
"First of all, it's not a child- it's a zygote. Secondly, we don't know for sure if it is Cohen's."
"Summer, you're in denial!" Marissa exclaimed. "Do we have to take 7 "Who's The Father?" tests too? It's Cohen! You didn't tell me you slept with anybody else within the past three months!"
"Which was practically a record for me too." Summer murmured thoughtfully. "Okay, fine. So there is no other candidate for the father." She rolled her eyes. "Do you think Seth Cohen really wants to be a father at the age of 17? It would completely tarnish the Cohen name. His parents would kill him. I'm doing him a big favor by keeping this a secret." Summer pointed out.
"How can you say that? You know Seth better than that. He's not one of those guys... he's not going to abandon you. He has just as much part in this as you, Summer. Let him be there, tell him."
"Eew, Marissa. You're making it sound like I should settle down and have a picture perfect family with him. Like we need any more dweebs running around Newport. I'm going to get rid of this baby, and Cohen won't even know he had one!" Summer practically shrieked, standing up from her bed.
"Won't even know he had one what?" A low voice from behind Summer asked. Summer shrieked and spun around on her toes, coming face to face with Ryan Atwood. "What baby?" He asked, furrowing his brow and glancing back and forth between Summer and Marissa.
"How the hell did you get into my room?" Summer demanded, brushing his questions aside. Ryan took a step back, the look on Summer's face was suggesting impending doom upon him if he took a step closer.
"The guy with the beard let me in. I went to Marissa's house and Kaitlyn told me that she was over here... I just came for a library book." Ryan said with a slight and awkward smile.
"The guy with the beard would be my father." Summer replied dryly.
"So what won't Seth know that he had?" Ryan repeated, eyeing Summer strangely. "And what did I hear about a baby?" He added suspicously.
"Look, it's just this incredibly lame home economics project Cohen and I have to do." Summer shrugged, placing her hands on her hips. "Fake baby, that sort of thing. Well, I accidently lost it. Seth doesn't need to know that though." She said innocently.
"Really?" Ryan said, completely not believing her. "Because Seth isn't taking home economics."
"Well..." Summer trailed off, finding herself at a loss for words.
"And neither is Summer." Marissa said, standing up from her friend's bed. "Summer, you have to tell Seth. It's for your own good. And if you won't tell him, Ryan will."
"What? What do I have to do with this?" Ryan asked unsurely, brushing his honey blonde hair out of his eyes. Summer narrowed her eyes at him and then snapped her attention towards Marissa.
"And who's going to tell Ryan? Not you. You're not the one who's PREGNANT!"
"P-p-pregnant?" Ryan blinked twice, shaking his head. He glanced at Summer. "You?" Summer bit her lip nervously and glanced up at Ryan.
"Yeah." She said softly, nodding her head.
"And this involves Seth, because..."
"He's the father." Summer shrugged helplessly.
"Ah." Ryan said, a wave of understanding washing over him. "That would explain alot... Although, he never told me that you two... ever... you know."
"He didn't?" Summer asked in surprise. She exchanged a glance with Marissa who smiled slightly.
"I told you he wasn't like that." Marissa said confidently.
"Wow." Was all that Ryan Atwood had left to say after Summer had relayed the story of the party from almost a month ago to him. The two of them and Marissa were in the privacy of Summer's backyard, sitting beside her pool and eating the odd combination of pizza topped with gummi bears and ranch dressing.
"That's what I said." Marissa smiled at Ryan. Summer rolled her eyes, wondering if her friend could please not use her misfortune to her own flirting advantages. "But the point is, Seth needs to know." Marissa said urgently, looking back and forth between Summer and Ryan.
"He does not. The baby will be abortioned, so if he doesn't know about the thing, he won't get attached." Summer reasoned.
"He is the father. It's like... this unwritten law. He has to know. Don't you think so, Ryan?" Marissa looked at Ryan for support.
"Ryan, you agree with me, right? Seth doesn't need to know. Right?" Summer said, holding her fork threateningly. Ryan contemplated this- earn brownie points from Marissa or lose a certain manly appendage at Summer's fork.
"You're both right." He replied. Summer rolled her eyes and Marissa furrowed her brow in confusion, silently beckoning him to explain. "Look... Marissa has a point. You can't get rid of the baby with-out telling Seth. You have to tell him." Ryan said, looking at Summer in the eye. "The problem is... honestly, once you tell him, there's no way that he will let you lose the baby."
"Like he has any say in the matter." Summer scoffed. "The zygote is in my uterus, not his. So he should just deal with it." Ryan's face went blank for a moment before he continued with what he had been saying.
"You both know that telling Seth that he has a child... and with you, Summer, would be like... Christmas coming early." Ryan shrugged. "He is in love with you, and having a family with you has been his dream since he was 12 or something. There's no way in hell he is going to let you go off and kill it."
"Exactly why he shouldn't know." Summer finished.
"Ryan, you just..." Marissa shook her head and turned to Summer. "It's your child, but it's like a neice or something to me. I was just thinking about what would be best for it, like a life." She said earnestly.
"The best thing for the child is not to have a freaking obsessive stalker comic-book geek for a father! End of discussion." Summer retorted, leaning back in her chair and ending the subject. As she took a nasty bite of the pizza, ranch and gummi bear medley, Ryan and Marissa exchanged nervous glances.
"Are you even completely certain that you are pregnant?" Ryan asked, ending the silence. Summer glanced darkly at him.
"7 tests, Chino. 7."
Author: In Fair Verona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seth and Summer engender a 'rumor' which travels around Newport and learn the consequences of their actions when the unexpected happens.
Shipper: Seth x Summer
Disclaimer: It is all property of FOX, every last bit of it. I don't own anything in this story or related to it.
A/N: This chapter is... sort of short. It goes by quickly. But it's light-hearted and in my opinion a bit humerous. But don't worry, this won't be a light fluffy story. This is just the chapter where I'm allowed to be humerous because the next chapter has plenty of emotional toll on the characters.
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"I can't do this." Summer called from within the bathroom stall.
"Summer, it's really not that complicated, and I'm not going to help you pee on a stick." Marissa responded. Marissa was sitting on top of the sink counter in the girl's bathroom, wringing her hands nervously.
"Well, it's just a little difficult! You try peeing on a stick! It's like trying to play darts when you're wasted!" Summer snapped back. Marissa winced.
"An odd comparison." Marissa shook her head. "Come on, Summer. This is serious. Just do it."
"There is nothing to be serious about, because there is no way in hell that I am pregnant." Summer said, though by the tone in her voice Marissa wasn't sure that Summer really believed that.
"Summer, you told me that you two didn't use protection."
"It's Seth Cohen, Marissa. Do you think the guy keeps a condomn in his back pocket? Anyway, that's the only reason I'm doing this, to affirm that I am not pregnant."
"Are you done?" Marissa interrupted her, swinging her feet idly. She heard the zipping of pants and looked up just when Summer stepped out of the stall, placing the pregnancy test by the sink.
"So now what? Nothing's happening." Summer said, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Well, it takes time, Summer." Marissa said, pushing herself off the counter. "We have to wait." So they waited. They waited and paced back and forth across the girs' restroom until Marissa quickly noticed something and darted to the sink. "There's a blue line!"
"A blue line?" Summer snatched the kit's box from the sink counter and looked at the back. "One or two blue lines?" She asked urgently. Marissa brushed some hair behind her ear and peered over at the test.
"One."
"One... equals... not pregnant!" Summer shrieked, tossing the box over her shoulder and clapping her hands together. "I totally knew it. There was no way. I mean, eww." She said, letting out a joyous laugh and throwing her arms around Marissa. Marissa returned the hug, muttering thank-you to nobody in particular.
"Thank- Summer." Marissa pulled apart, looking over her friends shoulder. She walked away from Summer and looked at the test. Furrowing her brow, she turned to Summer. "Summer... now there's... two."
"Two? Two what?" Summer asked, biting her lip.
"Two lines." Marissa responded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And... they're blue." She bent down and picked up the kit's box which Summer had tossed and inspected the back, reading it carefully. "Summer... two blue lines means... it means..."
"I know what it means." Summer said quickly, stomping off towards Marissa and grabbing the kit. She marched to the sink, grabbing the stick and chucked it all into the trash. "What crap! That's completely inaccurate!"
"Summer, it's supposed to be 99.99% accurate."
"Well, then it's lying!" Summer shouted, kicking a stall door. She looked ready to go into another one of her rage black-outs. Marissa reached forward and wrapped her arms around her best friend tightly. Summer's hands curled up into fists and she tried to pry away from Marissa before she couldn't fight any longer and collasped into sobs against her friend's shirt. "It has to be false!" She bawled, as dark tears of mascara ran down her cheek. "It just has to."
"Summer, I'm so sorry." Marissa said, pressing her face into her friends shoulder. "But it says..."
"Screw it, it's not right. It is all a big lie... this cannot happen to me! This should be what happens to Holly, or hell, even that Anna girl. Not ME." Summer cried. Marissa smoother her friends hair, attempting to console her.
"Shh. Summer, let's try another test. Just in case." Marissa said, pulling away from her friend. "One more... just in case."
Summer stared at herself in the mirror of her bedroom. She had the bottom half of her red shirt lifted up in her hand and she eyed her flat stomache solemnly.
"I don't want to be fat." She said softly, placing a hand on top of her smooth belly. "I don't want any of this." She added to herself. Marissa stepped inside her dimly lit room, a library book was encircled in her hands.
"I stopped by the library. I found this." She shrugged and handed the book to Summer, who dropped her shirt and eyed it suspiciously.
"The Idiot's Guide to Competitive Tennis?" Summer arched a brow.
"Oh, wait, that's for Ryan!" Marissa said quickly, taking the book and stuffing it into her bag. She pulled out another and plopped it down onto Summer's bed. "9 months to make a miracle."
"Miracle." Summer muttered sarcastically, wiping her tear-stained eyes. "You know what would be a miracle? Just one out of the 7 pregnancy tests we tried giving me a 'No'. Just one. That would be a miracle." Summer sat down on her bed, crossing her arms across her chest tightly. "Marissa, I can't do this! I don't want to!" She chucked the book against the wall and it hit with a loud thud before falling to the floor. Marissa winced slightly and bent down, picking it up and tucking it under her arm. "I'm not going to be pregnant... or give birth to the spawn of Cohen." She said bitterly.
"So what are you going to do?" Marissa asked, narrowing her eyes at her friend. "Abortion?" Summer looked up at her friend, a thoughtful expression crossed her face. "No... Summer!" Marissa protested, sitting down beside her friend. "You cannot consider getting the baby abortioned!"
"There isn't a baby. It's just... a zygote." Summer said stiffly. "I am not having this baby, Marissa."
"A Zygote is still a living thing!" Marissa said loudly, her eyes widening angrily. "Summer! I can't believe you. You were the one who told me in the 7th grade that you would never get an abortion no matter what! You said that it was wrong and that it was killing a life and you said you'd never do it!"
"7th grade? Marissa, there is a big difference from being a 7th grade virgin and a pregnant 16 year old." Summer replied bitterly. "You don't have to go through this. You're not pregnant." She added, envy apparent in her voice.
"Summer, who said you'd have to go through this all alone?" Marissa said, her voice softening gently as she took Summer's hand. "I'm your best friend, I'm going to be here for you. And of course, Seth-"
"Cohen!?" Summer cried out, pulling her hand away from Marissa. "You've got to be kidding me. There is no way that Cohen is going to find out about this. At all."
"What? You can't not tell him- he's the father! Summer, you can't kill his child without his consent!"
"First of all, it's not a child- it's a zygote. Secondly, we don't know for sure if it is Cohen's."
"Summer, you're in denial!" Marissa exclaimed. "Do we have to take 7 "Who's The Father?" tests too? It's Cohen! You didn't tell me you slept with anybody else within the past three months!"
"Which was practically a record for me too." Summer murmured thoughtfully. "Okay, fine. So there is no other candidate for the father." She rolled her eyes. "Do you think Seth Cohen really wants to be a father at the age of 17? It would completely tarnish the Cohen name. His parents would kill him. I'm doing him a big favor by keeping this a secret." Summer pointed out.
"How can you say that? You know Seth better than that. He's not one of those guys... he's not going to abandon you. He has just as much part in this as you, Summer. Let him be there, tell him."
"Eew, Marissa. You're making it sound like I should settle down and have a picture perfect family with him. Like we need any more dweebs running around Newport. I'm going to get rid of this baby, and Cohen won't even know he had one!" Summer practically shrieked, standing up from her bed.
"Won't even know he had one what?" A low voice from behind Summer asked. Summer shrieked and spun around on her toes, coming face to face with Ryan Atwood. "What baby?" He asked, furrowing his brow and glancing back and forth between Summer and Marissa.
"How the hell did you get into my room?" Summer demanded, brushing his questions aside. Ryan took a step back, the look on Summer's face was suggesting impending doom upon him if he took a step closer.
"The guy with the beard let me in. I went to Marissa's house and Kaitlyn told me that she was over here... I just came for a library book." Ryan said with a slight and awkward smile.
"The guy with the beard would be my father." Summer replied dryly.
"So what won't Seth know that he had?" Ryan repeated, eyeing Summer strangely. "And what did I hear about a baby?" He added suspicously.
"Look, it's just this incredibly lame home economics project Cohen and I have to do." Summer shrugged, placing her hands on her hips. "Fake baby, that sort of thing. Well, I accidently lost it. Seth doesn't need to know that though." She said innocently.
"Really?" Ryan said, completely not believing her. "Because Seth isn't taking home economics."
"Well..." Summer trailed off, finding herself at a loss for words.
"And neither is Summer." Marissa said, standing up from her friend's bed. "Summer, you have to tell Seth. It's for your own good. And if you won't tell him, Ryan will."
"What? What do I have to do with this?" Ryan asked unsurely, brushing his honey blonde hair out of his eyes. Summer narrowed her eyes at him and then snapped her attention towards Marissa.
"And who's going to tell Ryan? Not you. You're not the one who's PREGNANT!"
"P-p-pregnant?" Ryan blinked twice, shaking his head. He glanced at Summer. "You?" Summer bit her lip nervously and glanced up at Ryan.
"Yeah." She said softly, nodding her head.
"And this involves Seth, because..."
"He's the father." Summer shrugged helplessly.
"Ah." Ryan said, a wave of understanding washing over him. "That would explain alot... Although, he never told me that you two... ever... you know."
"He didn't?" Summer asked in surprise. She exchanged a glance with Marissa who smiled slightly.
"I told you he wasn't like that." Marissa said confidently.
"Wow." Was all that Ryan Atwood had left to say after Summer had relayed the story of the party from almost a month ago to him. The two of them and Marissa were in the privacy of Summer's backyard, sitting beside her pool and eating the odd combination of pizza topped with gummi bears and ranch dressing.
"That's what I said." Marissa smiled at Ryan. Summer rolled her eyes, wondering if her friend could please not use her misfortune to her own flirting advantages. "But the point is, Seth needs to know." Marissa said urgently, looking back and forth between Summer and Ryan.
"He does not. The baby will be abortioned, so if he doesn't know about the thing, he won't get attached." Summer reasoned.
"He is the father. It's like... this unwritten law. He has to know. Don't you think so, Ryan?" Marissa looked at Ryan for support.
"Ryan, you agree with me, right? Seth doesn't need to know. Right?" Summer said, holding her fork threateningly. Ryan contemplated this- earn brownie points from Marissa or lose a certain manly appendage at Summer's fork.
"You're both right." He replied. Summer rolled her eyes and Marissa furrowed her brow in confusion, silently beckoning him to explain. "Look... Marissa has a point. You can't get rid of the baby with-out telling Seth. You have to tell him." Ryan said, looking at Summer in the eye. "The problem is... honestly, once you tell him, there's no way that he will let you lose the baby."
"Like he has any say in the matter." Summer scoffed. "The zygote is in my uterus, not his. So he should just deal with it." Ryan's face went blank for a moment before he continued with what he had been saying.
"You both know that telling Seth that he has a child... and with you, Summer, would be like... Christmas coming early." Ryan shrugged. "He is in love with you, and having a family with you has been his dream since he was 12 or something. There's no way in hell he is going to let you go off and kill it."
"Exactly why he shouldn't know." Summer finished.
"Ryan, you just..." Marissa shook her head and turned to Summer. "It's your child, but it's like a neice or something to me. I was just thinking about what would be best for it, like a life." She said earnestly.
"The best thing for the child is not to have a freaking obsessive stalker comic-book geek for a father! End of discussion." Summer retorted, leaning back in her chair and ending the subject. As she took a nasty bite of the pizza, ranch and gummi bear medley, Ryan and Marissa exchanged nervous glances.
"Are you even completely certain that you are pregnant?" Ryan asked, ending the silence. Summer glanced darkly at him.
"7 tests, Chino. 7."