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14 March 2006 @ 11:23 am
Worlds Apart Part 2  
Second part of my OC fic under the cut. The first part can be found here.

Title: Worlds Apart (Part 2)
Rating: G
Author: Mad Abz
Characters/Pairings: Ryan, Seth, Marissa, Summer
Disclaimer: I don't own the O.C. or any of the characters (sure I wish I did but sadly I'm not that lucky). It all belongs to Josh Schwartz, Fox network, yada yada yada, you know how it goes.
Spoilers: Minor spoilers up to season 3 episode 16 (The Road Warrior)
Summary: After being seperated for four years, scattered around America to follow their dreams, Ryan, Seth, Marissa and Summer are reunited again for one last summer before going off to begin their own lives and families. But it wouldn't be Orange County without lots of drama and the loss of a close friend.

Carlson’s truck pulls up in the driveway of the Cohen house. Seth reaches for the door but hesitates, turning to glance at his friend.

“You gonna be okay?”

Carlson nods.

“Gonna catch up with some buddies of mine in L.A.”

Seth nods.

“Call me when you’re ready to head back to Providence, man.”

Seth nods again and climbs out of the car. He watches as Carlson back out of the driveway then turns to look up at his house.

“A world away from Rhode Island…”

He mutters to himself, shaking his head, as he heads for the front door. He lifts up his left hand, about to knock, but hesitates. It felt strange to be back. Newport wasn’t his home anymore and he felt lost there. Suddenly the door opens to reveal Sandy, surfboard in hand. He doesn’t notice Seth at first, as he calls inside the house to his wife.

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours, honey…”

He notices Seth and his jaw drops.

“Hey dad.”

Sandy leans his surfboard against the door and steps forwards to hug his son.

“I didn’t know you were coming home!”

Sandy steps back to look at his son. Seth shrugs, unsure what to say.

“Figured I hadn’t seen you guys in a while.”

“A while? It’s been four years! We expected you to come back last summer. And the one before…”

Sandy looks slightly sad but forces a smile when he realises Seth is watching him.

Seth hesitates. How could he have been so stupid? He’d convinced himself for the past two years that his parents hadn’t cared enough to call but the whole time they were waiting for him to call them.

“Yeah, sorry about that, its just…you know how it is.”

“Well I know how it was at Berkley.”

Sandy grins and puts his arm around Seth.

“Come on, you’re mom’ll be thrilled.”

Sandy leads Seth inside, leaving the surfboard against the door, forgotten through the excitement of seeing his son again.

* * *

Ryan unlocks the door to his apartment and steps inside. As he shuts the door behind him, he looks around. The apartment was better than he ever expected to end up in before he moved to Newport. Then again, everything since he left Chino had been better than he ever expected. He’d lived in a beautiful house for three years with a family that cared for him as their own son, gone to an Ivy League college for a year, and although things hadn’t worked out there he knew it was an experience he would never have had if he’d stayed in Chino, and now he was living the dream, doing the job he’d always wanted to do and living in a huge apartment. Even now, he still couldn’t believe it.

Ryan sits down on the couch and turns on the TV. He watches the screen, an old Sylvester and Tweetypie cartoon, although his mind trails off.

So if I have everything, why aren’t I happy, he thinks to himself although deep down inside he knows the reason. Loneliness. When he left Newport, he left people behind. Marissa, Sandy, Kirsten. Seth. And here in San Diego he’s alone. I have no one, the thought echoes in his mind, like a nagging voice. Maybe he could book a couple of weeks off work, go back to Newport for a while? But he hadn’t spoken to Sandy and Kirsten for over a month. They’d written him a letter a couple of weeks ago but he’d never replied. Why hadn’t he replied? After everything they’d done for him, he hadn’t taken ten minutes to sit down and write back. I’ll call them, he decided. What could one phone call hurt? Either they’d be mad and wouldn’t want to talk to him or they’d be happy to hear from him. And he wouldn’t know which until he rang. Just pick up the phone, he told himself. He knew it wasn’t hard yet he didn’t know if he could do it. He remembered last time he left, when he went to Chino to help Theresa take care of her baby. Even though he didn’t speak to Sandy or Kirsten for over a month they had been ecstatic when he returned home. Home. What’s home, he wondered but he realised, he didn’t know. All he knew was that for some reason, he had felt at home with the Cohens, even though he never quite fit in with the rest of the Newport kids. Whatever home was, he was sure it wasn’t San Diego. Ryan reaches for the phone and dials the Cohens.

* * *

I’m home, Seth though. I guess you never realise where you feel at home until you’re away for so long and then you come back. He looks up at his father, sat across from him at the kitchen table, telling him a story about something that had happened over the summer. Seth nods, although he is not paying attention to what his dad is saying, overwhelmed by the unexpected happiness he feels being back in Newport. Seth feels a hand on his own and looks down. Kirsten has covered Seth’s hand with her own. He looks up at his mom, whom is smiling at him, and smiles back. Suddenly the phone rings. Kirsten half-rises but Sandy stands up.

“I’ll get it.”

He walks across the kitchen to answer the phone. Kirsten looks at Seth.

“We’re so glad to have you home again sweetie.”

“I never thought I’d say this but I’m glad to be back.”

Seth replies. Kirsten nods, a tear in her eye, as she realises her son has finally grown up. No more jokes, no more sarcasm, just honesty. Seth glances over the back of his chair to where Sandy is stood, the phone to his ear.

“No, of course not, it’s good to hear from you.”

Sandy pauses while the speaker on the other end speaks.

“Kirsten and I are great. In fact, Seth just came home today, from college.”

Sandy pauses again.

“Of course, I understand. Well if you’re not too busy with work, why don’t you come and stay with us for a couple of weeks?”

Another pause.

“No, we’d love to have you back! You’re always welcome, it’d be nice to have the family together again.”

Seth glances at Kirsten who shrugs. Sandy waits for the speaker on the other end to finish.

“That’s great! Well we’ll see you tomorrow then. Okay, bye Ryan.”

Sandy hangs up. Kirsten and Seth both look at Sandy surprised.

“Was that Ryan?”

Sandy nods in answer to Seth’s question.

“Yeah, he’s coming up to stay for a couple of weeks.”

Seth looks at his mom then back at his dad.

“That’s great!”

Kirsten stands up, preparing to rush off to get fresh sheets for Seth and Ryan.

“When will he get here?”

“He’s gonna drive down from San Diego tomorrow.”

Seth grins.

“The Cohens +1 reunited again.”

Sandy and Kirsten smile.

* * *

Well if choosing isn’t going to choose me anytime soon, might as well at least decide what I’m going to do over the summer, Summer thinks as she lies on her bed in her dorm room, watching a rerun of The Valley. Her boyfriend had gone back to Illinois to spend the summer with his family and to get a job in order to earn enough money to move to Arizona permanently. Most of her friends were off backpacking in Europe and, although they had invited her to go with them, Summer hadn’t gone. Instead she was here, alone. Maybe I could spend the summer with dad, Summer thinks. She’d missed him a lot since she’d left home two years ago. But Marissa would be there, wouldn’t she? Summer couldn’t face her friend, not after everything that had happened during the summer after senior year. Unless… she could have gone away to college? Or maybe she was spending the summer with her own father, in Hawaii? Or if she was still at home maybe she’d grown out of her depression and alcoholic phase? A lot can change in four years. Summer had changed. Marissa might have too. I won’t know until I tried, Summer decides, reaching for her cell phone and dialling her father’s number.

* * *

Marissa stands in her robe, staring out of her window at the beautiful garden of the Roberts’ house. But she couldn’t enjoy the paradise that lay on the other side of the window. Not anymore. She takes another gulp of vodka, just as the phone rings. She sighs, wipes her brow, and walks over to her dresser. She puts down her vodka bottle and picks up the phone.


Summer’s voice comes from the other end of the phone, sounding surprised.

“Marissa. Uh, how are you?”

Marissa froze. She hadn’t expected to see or hear from Summer ever again, not after what had happened.

“I’m…fine. Uh, your dad’s not here do you want me to…?”

Summer quickly interrupts.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just call his cell.”

“Okay. Well…see ya.”

“Yeah, bye.”

The line on the other end goes dead and Marissa sighs. She replaces the phone, turns her stereo on loud and picks up her bottle of vodka again.

* * *

Hope you enjoyed, please R&R. Part 3 should be up sometime this week.
Feeling: blahblah
Listening To: Rachel Yamagata - Reason Why
You can call me lillylillerina on March 17th, 2006 10:29 pm (UTC)
Aaargh! Need more! I will hunt you down with a rusty spork!

Sorry, turned into summer for a second. Yes, very good. More!