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myficsTitle: Guilt [Part 4 of the "Heal" series]
Paring: Eventual Seth/Ryan, all other canon-things.
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Word Count: 2,337 (this chapter)
Summary: A hypothetical fourth season, continuing all current storylines, with eventual Seth/Ryan.
Disclaimer: Me = Poor. Josh Schwartz = Both very ballsy and extremely rich. Note the difference.
Spoilers: For everything. Literally.
Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dancinbutterfly for her help/beta on this chapter, and also for kick-starting my muse. Also, I'm writing this to prove that Seth/Ryan is still possible, now more than ever, so it'll continue ALL the storylines from the season 3 finale, meaning it does not focus TOTALLY on Ryan/Seth, though it mostly will. Please enjoy.
Part One can be found HERE
Part Two can be found HERE
Part Three can be found HERE
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
- "My Immortal" by Evanescence
Ryan awakes from a dream about Playstation and prom dresses and looks over at the pool house door. Seth is still there. He hasn’t moved. Sandy is there, also, covering Seth with a blanket. Ryan gets up from bed and their eyes meet and Ryan suddenly feels heavy and like he’s about to collapse. He slowly crosses the room, tears already forming in his eyes, but he won’t let them fall, not yet, not while Sandy is watching. So he sits down with his back against the door, right where Seth is. He cries then, knowing that Sandy can’t see him, and he leans his head back against the glass.
It’s comforting, being like this, a thin window separating them. It’s like things were before he moved in with the Cohens. Him being alone, feeling like shit, being hungry, being separated from everyone else. It’s a feeling he’s used to. This, he can work with. He can’t work with that mind-numbing, soul-gnawing pain he’s been feeling. Not because he isn’t used to it, but because he deserved the latter and that makes it ten times worse.
He tries several times during the night to eat the food Seth brought him, but every bite he takes causes him to vomit so he finally gives up and lies back down on his bed. He ponders letting Seth in, but that would be suicide, so he doesn’t do it. He just watches as Seth sleeps, watches Seth wake up, watches him watch Ryan all day. Eventually the eye contact starts to feel like it’s cutting through straight to his soul, so he looks away, tugging the comforter up over his face and hiding in his dark.
Seth doesn’t move from that spot all day, just sits there with his back leaning against the glass. Ryan knows exactly what he’s waiting for, but he doesn’t know if he can give it, so he just stays where he is and lets Seth stay out there.
Ryan closes his eyes and remembers once, when he was about five and Trey was nine, right before his dad got arrested. His mom had just started drinking, a habit she picked up off of her husband, and both of them were drunk. Trey took him to the park to play while they fought and even then Ryan knew something wasn’t right. When they got home, his dad was in handcuffs and his mom was being taken out of the house on a stretcher. She was pretty beat up and had some cuts on her face that looked as though his dad had cut her with a broken glass bottle. The glass shards in the kitchen told him that his guess was right.
He remembers feeling like if he and Trey had been there, they could’ve stopped it, even if he knew that wasn’t true. He remembers the sudden overwhelming feeling of sadness and guilt, sitting down on the stoop and looking at Trey, who didn’t seem to be so concerned.
“It happens, little bro,” he said, lightly ruffling Ryan’s hair. “Happens to everyone.”
But Ryan knew, even then, that that wasn’t true, and he was convinced that if he’d been there, he could’ve stopped it.
This time, though, Ryan had been there, had tried to stop it, but there was nothing more he could do. Marissa had died in his arms not because he wasn’t there, but because he was there and he was inadequate.
Ryan curls himself into a ball on his bed and prays for an end to all of this.
That night, there’s a click in the lock and the pool house door swings open. Seth walks in, sits down on the edge of Ryan’s bed, and taps him on the shoulder.
“Scoot over,” he says. “I’m staying in here tonight.”
“Seth,” Ryan says warningly, but Seth makes no effort to move. Finally Ryan makes an angry sort of noise and scoots over.
Seth leans back against the headboard, his hands behind his head, and Ryan watches him carefully.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing,” Seth says. “But I’m tired of sitting out there on the ground, agonizing alone. So if we’re both going to agonize, we should just do it together. Now get some sleep, you haven’t been sleeping lately.”
“Seth, I haven’t gotten up out of bed.”
“Yeah, but you’ve been agonizing, Ryan. We’ve been over this. Agonizing. No frills. No sleeping, check. No showering? God, definitely check. No eating? Hmmm. Well, that leftover container is still full, so that’s a check, too. Ryan, you’re agonizing. And so am I. Only my agonizing has thus far involved sitting on cold hard cement, and you’ve had this nice comfy bed. So, we’re going to share. You don’t wanna talk to me? Fine. Don’t. But I’m not leaving.”
Ryan grunts and crosses his arms under his covers.
Maybe he should leave the pool house after all.
*
Sandy spends his first day back at the PD’s office calling his contacts at the DA and asking them how they’re doing on finding Volchok, but there’s no news. They can’t find a trace of him so far, but that they’re still looking. Sandy sighs and hangs up, immediately beginning his calls for therapy references for Kirsten.
He tries not to think about the fact that he’s not enough for her, that she needs outside help. He tries not to feel guilty or inadequate, but it seeps into him anyway.
He finally finds someone who sounds reputable and has experience in dealing with both alcoholism and grief counseling and asks if he can come over to her office and meet her that afternoon after he gets off work.
He calls Kirsten and tells her and they agree to meet at the address he was given to meet Dr. Abdel-Hadi.
Sandy spends the rest of the day working on his cases, harassing the DA, and trying to suppress his guilt that once again, he’s failed his wife. A voice in the back of his head tells him, “She would’ve been better off with Jimmy…” and he grips his pencil so tightly that it snaps between his fingers.
*
Julie decides that she should take Kaitlin shopping, get her something nice. She knows she’s been neglecting her daughter, but things have been unbearable lately. They still are, but she’s realized that she can’t obsess over what’s gone and ignore what’s left. They go to store after store until eventually Julie is tired and in need of some lunch, so Kaitlin suggests the Crab Shack. Julie’s not a big fan, but she wants this to be Kaitlin’s day, so in they go.
They’re halfway through their salads when Gwen Harper comes over.
“Hi, Mrs. Cooper,” she says.
“Cooper-Nichol-soon-to-be-Roberts,” Julie replies.
“Right. Um. Julie, then. Listen, I just wanted to come over and ask how you were doing. I know what you’re going through. Believe me, I do, and I just…I wanted to see if you’d be interested in coming to our group.”
She hands Julie a card about something called “You Can Heal.”
“What’s this?” Julie asks, flipping the card over.
“It’s a support group. For parents who’ve…lost their children. I’ve found it very helpful since Johnny passed, and I think you would, too. They listen and help. They care.”
“It’s not a cult, is it?” Julie asks, raising a perfectly waxed eyebrow in Gwen’s direction.
“We have Kool-Aid if that’s what you mean, but as far as I know, it’s not poisoned,” Gwen smiles.
“I’ll think about it,” Julie says. Gwen starts to walk away. “Wait.” Gwen turns to face her again and Julie forces out a small smile. “Thank you.”
Gwen nods and smiles and walks back to her table and Julie turns to Kaitlin.
“Yeah, right,” she says, scoffing. Kaitlin smiles and takes a bite out of her salad before starting to ramble about the new iPod mini-mini-so-small-you-can’t-even-see-it-with-the-naked-eye-mini. Julie tucks the card into her purse when Kaitlin’s not looking.
*
Julie takes Kaitlin out shopping, so Neil decides he should go talk to Summer. He finds her lying on her stomach on her bed, her headphones in as she reads a book. When he taps her on the shoulder and she flips around to face him, he sees that it’s called The Five Stages of Grief.
“Good read?” he asks gently.
“It’s better than laying in here alone for an entire week with your father and your boyfriend ignoring you and Little Miss Happy Pants dancing over there.” She points towards Kaitlin’s room.
“Summer, I’m sorry.”
“For what? For abandoning me when I needed you?”
Neil sighs. “I didn’t…abandon you. But…this was Julie’s daughter.”
“And my best friend.”
“Summer, it was harder on Julie than anyone.”
“Yeah, but you could’ve talked to me, too.”
“Summer, have you ever been in the position where you had to choose between two things?”
“Where were you all my junior year?” she scoffs at him.
“Right. Sorry. Anyway, what I mean is that…I could’ve been there for both of you. Sure. I could’ve. But the problem is that each of you only would’ve gotten half of me and it wouldn’t have been enough for either of you. I thought that Seth would comfort you, so I chose Julie. I didn’t chose her over you, I just thought that you wouldn’t need me if you had Seth.”
“Yeah, well, last I heard, he was sitting outside Atwood’s door and doodling in his stupid sketchbook.”
“Maybe he’s trying to comfort Ryan.”
“But he should’ve comforted me,” she insisted.
“Maybe. But he can’t go back in time and undo it now. So maybe you should go to him instead of waiting from him to come to you.”
He stares at her for awhile before she finally sighs and throws her arms around him. “Daddy, I’m so sorry,” she says, crying. “I’m sorry I said that stuff, I love you daddy,” she cries into his shoulder and he rocks back and forth, shhhing her and whispering that it’ll be okay.
The last time he held her like this was when she was thirteen years old. She’d kissed a boy on the back of the school bus and the next day he told everyone in their class about it and said all sorts of things that Neil didn’t want to think about. Summer had been devastated at what it had done to her reputation. Up until then, she had this slightly hateful but still kind of sweet image at school. Suddenly everyone was calling her names like “bitch” and “slut” and he remembers her coming home and crying into his chest, holding him tight and whispering things like, “You know it’s not true, right daddy? I would never do that, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”
He’d held her tight and told her that sometimes bad things happened for no reason and that he’d never believe such things and that she should just hold her head high and ignore the rumors.
But as he watched her grow older, he saw the rumors becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy. She turned into a girl he barely recognized, someone he still loved, but couldn’t understand.
Then she’d started dating Seth Cohen, and as much as Neil hated him at first, he knew that Seth was good for her because almost immediately, the rumors seemed to stop, and his daughter became the girl he knew she could be. So eventually he eased up on Seth and let them do whatever they wanted, because whatever it was that they were doing, it seemed to only lead to good.
Then, of course, Seth had chosen to comfort Ryan over Summer, and Neil just couldn’t let that slide.
They sit there, her crying on his shoulder, him gently rocking back and forth, for a long time before he hears the door open downstairs and Kaitlin shouts, “We’re home!”
He leans away from Summer and looks her in the eyes as she smiles and wipes her tears away. “Go on, daddy. Your girlfriend needs you.”
Neil kisses her on the forehead and goes.
*
Summer watches as her dad went downstairs and thinks about his advice, that she should go to Seth. She finally decides that maybe her father is right, so she grabs a blanket and throws it into her backpack before heading downstairs, grabbing a bottle of water and an apple, and telling her father that she’s going to find Seth and sit with him and that she’ll be back in the morning. He nods and kisses her goodbye as Julie watches and suddenly bursts into tears. Summer mouths, “I’m sorry,” to her father and leaves, shutting the door quietly behind her.
A quick drive to the Cohen’s later, and Summer finds herself standing outside pool house. Seth isn’t here, but supposedly he hasn’t left this spot in days. Then she peers through the glass and gasps in surprise.
Seth is half-sitting, half-lying on one side of the bed, one hand on his stomach and the other on a giant Ryan-shaped lump on the other side of the bed. Seth is asleep, and it appears that Ryan is, too.
She stands there, staring inside for a moment, trying to decide what to do. She has two choices. She can either take up her own vigil outside the pool house, or she can go back home and be alone with Kaitlin next door doing her own freaky version of a happy dance.
She decides neither, getting in her car and driving towards the pier instead. When she gets there, she leaves her backpack in the car, but takes the bottle of water. She strolls down the boardwalk, watching the happy couples in the cool evening air and hating them all.
She leans against the railing, taking a sip of her water. Someone comes up beside her, leaning his back against the railing and says, “Hey, Summer.”
Summer looks up and spits out her mouthful of water. “Luke? What are you still doing in Newport?”
Mmmkay. So...this is chapter four. I hope you're enjoying. Feedback is not only encouraged, it's sort of required. Feed the attention whore, please? *opens mouth* Please? ♥
Paring: Eventual Seth/Ryan, all other canon-things.
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Word Count: 2,337 (this chapter)
Summary: A hypothetical fourth season, continuing all current storylines, with eventual Seth/Ryan.
Disclaimer: Me = Poor. Josh Schwartz = Both very ballsy and extremely rich. Note the difference.
Spoilers: For everything. Literally.
Notes: Thanks to
dancinbutterfly for her help/beta on this chapter, and also for kick-starting my muse. Also, I'm writing this to prove that Seth/Ryan is still possible, now more than ever, so it'll continue ALL the storylines from the season 3 finale, meaning it does not focus TOTALLY on Ryan/Seth, though it mostly will. Please enjoy.Part One can be found HERE
Part Two can be found HERE
Part Three can be found HERE
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
- "My Immortal" by Evanescence
Ryan awakes from a dream about Playstation and prom dresses and looks over at the pool house door. Seth is still there. He hasn’t moved. Sandy is there, also, covering Seth with a blanket. Ryan gets up from bed and their eyes meet and Ryan suddenly feels heavy and like he’s about to collapse. He slowly crosses the room, tears already forming in his eyes, but he won’t let them fall, not yet, not while Sandy is watching. So he sits down with his back against the door, right where Seth is. He cries then, knowing that Sandy can’t see him, and he leans his head back against the glass.
It’s comforting, being like this, a thin window separating them. It’s like things were before he moved in with the Cohens. Him being alone, feeling like shit, being hungry, being separated from everyone else. It’s a feeling he’s used to. This, he can work with. He can’t work with that mind-numbing, soul-gnawing pain he’s been feeling. Not because he isn’t used to it, but because he deserved the latter and that makes it ten times worse.
He tries several times during the night to eat the food Seth brought him, but every bite he takes causes him to vomit so he finally gives up and lies back down on his bed. He ponders letting Seth in, but that would be suicide, so he doesn’t do it. He just watches as Seth sleeps, watches Seth wake up, watches him watch Ryan all day. Eventually the eye contact starts to feel like it’s cutting through straight to his soul, so he looks away, tugging the comforter up over his face and hiding in his dark.
Seth doesn’t move from that spot all day, just sits there with his back leaning against the glass. Ryan knows exactly what he’s waiting for, but he doesn’t know if he can give it, so he just stays where he is and lets Seth stay out there.
Ryan closes his eyes and remembers once, when he was about five and Trey was nine, right before his dad got arrested. His mom had just started drinking, a habit she picked up off of her husband, and both of them were drunk. Trey took him to the park to play while they fought and even then Ryan knew something wasn’t right. When they got home, his dad was in handcuffs and his mom was being taken out of the house on a stretcher. She was pretty beat up and had some cuts on her face that looked as though his dad had cut her with a broken glass bottle. The glass shards in the kitchen told him that his guess was right.
He remembers feeling like if he and Trey had been there, they could’ve stopped it, even if he knew that wasn’t true. He remembers the sudden overwhelming feeling of sadness and guilt, sitting down on the stoop and looking at Trey, who didn’t seem to be so concerned.
“It happens, little bro,” he said, lightly ruffling Ryan’s hair. “Happens to everyone.”
But Ryan knew, even then, that that wasn’t true, and he was convinced that if he’d been there, he could’ve stopped it.
This time, though, Ryan had been there, had tried to stop it, but there was nothing more he could do. Marissa had died in his arms not because he wasn’t there, but because he was there and he was inadequate.
Ryan curls himself into a ball on his bed and prays for an end to all of this.
That night, there’s a click in the lock and the pool house door swings open. Seth walks in, sits down on the edge of Ryan’s bed, and taps him on the shoulder.
“Scoot over,” he says. “I’m staying in here tonight.”
“Seth,” Ryan says warningly, but Seth makes no effort to move. Finally Ryan makes an angry sort of noise and scoots over.
Seth leans back against the headboard, his hands behind his head, and Ryan watches him carefully.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing,” Seth says. “But I’m tired of sitting out there on the ground, agonizing alone. So if we’re both going to agonize, we should just do it together. Now get some sleep, you haven’t been sleeping lately.”
“Seth, I haven’t gotten up out of bed.”
“Yeah, but you’ve been agonizing, Ryan. We’ve been over this. Agonizing. No frills. No sleeping, check. No showering? God, definitely check. No eating? Hmmm. Well, that leftover container is still full, so that’s a check, too. Ryan, you’re agonizing. And so am I. Only my agonizing has thus far involved sitting on cold hard cement, and you’ve had this nice comfy bed. So, we’re going to share. You don’t wanna talk to me? Fine. Don’t. But I’m not leaving.”
Ryan grunts and crosses his arms under his covers.
Maybe he should leave the pool house after all.
Sandy spends his first day back at the PD’s office calling his contacts at the DA and asking them how they’re doing on finding Volchok, but there’s no news. They can’t find a trace of him so far, but that they’re still looking. Sandy sighs and hangs up, immediately beginning his calls for therapy references for Kirsten.
He tries not to think about the fact that he’s not enough for her, that she needs outside help. He tries not to feel guilty or inadequate, but it seeps into him anyway.
He finally finds someone who sounds reputable and has experience in dealing with both alcoholism and grief counseling and asks if he can come over to her office and meet her that afternoon after he gets off work.
He calls Kirsten and tells her and they agree to meet at the address he was given to meet Dr. Abdel-Hadi.
Sandy spends the rest of the day working on his cases, harassing the DA, and trying to suppress his guilt that once again, he’s failed his wife. A voice in the back of his head tells him, “She would’ve been better off with Jimmy…” and he grips his pencil so tightly that it snaps between his fingers.
Julie decides that she should take Kaitlin shopping, get her something nice. She knows she’s been neglecting her daughter, but things have been unbearable lately. They still are, but she’s realized that she can’t obsess over what’s gone and ignore what’s left. They go to store after store until eventually Julie is tired and in need of some lunch, so Kaitlin suggests the Crab Shack. Julie’s not a big fan, but she wants this to be Kaitlin’s day, so in they go.
They’re halfway through their salads when Gwen Harper comes over.
“Hi, Mrs. Cooper,” she says.
“Cooper-Nichol-soon-to-be-Roberts,” Julie replies.
“Right. Um. Julie, then. Listen, I just wanted to come over and ask how you were doing. I know what you’re going through. Believe me, I do, and I just…I wanted to see if you’d be interested in coming to our group.”
She hands Julie a card about something called “You Can Heal.”
“What’s this?” Julie asks, flipping the card over.
“It’s a support group. For parents who’ve…lost their children. I’ve found it very helpful since Johnny passed, and I think you would, too. They listen and help. They care.”
“It’s not a cult, is it?” Julie asks, raising a perfectly waxed eyebrow in Gwen’s direction.
“We have Kool-Aid if that’s what you mean, but as far as I know, it’s not poisoned,” Gwen smiles.
“I’ll think about it,” Julie says. Gwen starts to walk away. “Wait.” Gwen turns to face her again and Julie forces out a small smile. “Thank you.”
Gwen nods and smiles and walks back to her table and Julie turns to Kaitlin.
“Yeah, right,” she says, scoffing. Kaitlin smiles and takes a bite out of her salad before starting to ramble about the new iPod mini-mini-so-small-you-can’t-even-see-it-with-the-naked-eye-mini. Julie tucks the card into her purse when Kaitlin’s not looking.
Julie takes Kaitlin out shopping, so Neil decides he should go talk to Summer. He finds her lying on her stomach on her bed, her headphones in as she reads a book. When he taps her on the shoulder and she flips around to face him, he sees that it’s called The Five Stages of Grief.
“Good read?” he asks gently.
“It’s better than laying in here alone for an entire week with your father and your boyfriend ignoring you and Little Miss Happy Pants dancing over there.” She points towards Kaitlin’s room.
“Summer, I’m sorry.”
“For what? For abandoning me when I needed you?”
Neil sighs. “I didn’t…abandon you. But…this was Julie’s daughter.”
“And my best friend.”
“Summer, it was harder on Julie than anyone.”
“Yeah, but you could’ve talked to me, too.”
“Summer, have you ever been in the position where you had to choose between two things?”
“Where were you all my junior year?” she scoffs at him.
“Right. Sorry. Anyway, what I mean is that…I could’ve been there for both of you. Sure. I could’ve. But the problem is that each of you only would’ve gotten half of me and it wouldn’t have been enough for either of you. I thought that Seth would comfort you, so I chose Julie. I didn’t chose her over you, I just thought that you wouldn’t need me if you had Seth.”
“Yeah, well, last I heard, he was sitting outside Atwood’s door and doodling in his stupid sketchbook.”
“Maybe he’s trying to comfort Ryan.”
“But he should’ve comforted me,” she insisted.
“Maybe. But he can’t go back in time and undo it now. So maybe you should go to him instead of waiting from him to come to you.”
He stares at her for awhile before she finally sighs and throws her arms around him. “Daddy, I’m so sorry,” she says, crying. “I’m sorry I said that stuff, I love you daddy,” she cries into his shoulder and he rocks back and forth, shhhing her and whispering that it’ll be okay.
The last time he held her like this was when she was thirteen years old. She’d kissed a boy on the back of the school bus and the next day he told everyone in their class about it and said all sorts of things that Neil didn’t want to think about. Summer had been devastated at what it had done to her reputation. Up until then, she had this slightly hateful but still kind of sweet image at school. Suddenly everyone was calling her names like “bitch” and “slut” and he remembers her coming home and crying into his chest, holding him tight and whispering things like, “You know it’s not true, right daddy? I would never do that, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”
He’d held her tight and told her that sometimes bad things happened for no reason and that he’d never believe such things and that she should just hold her head high and ignore the rumors.
But as he watched her grow older, he saw the rumors becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy. She turned into a girl he barely recognized, someone he still loved, but couldn’t understand.
Then she’d started dating Seth Cohen, and as much as Neil hated him at first, he knew that Seth was good for her because almost immediately, the rumors seemed to stop, and his daughter became the girl he knew she could be. So eventually he eased up on Seth and let them do whatever they wanted, because whatever it was that they were doing, it seemed to only lead to good.
Then, of course, Seth had chosen to comfort Ryan over Summer, and Neil just couldn’t let that slide.
They sit there, her crying on his shoulder, him gently rocking back and forth, for a long time before he hears the door open downstairs and Kaitlin shouts, “We’re home!”
He leans away from Summer and looks her in the eyes as she smiles and wipes her tears away. “Go on, daddy. Your girlfriend needs you.”
Neil kisses her on the forehead and goes.
Summer watches as her dad went downstairs and thinks about his advice, that she should go to Seth. She finally decides that maybe her father is right, so she grabs a blanket and throws it into her backpack before heading downstairs, grabbing a bottle of water and an apple, and telling her father that she’s going to find Seth and sit with him and that she’ll be back in the morning. He nods and kisses her goodbye as Julie watches and suddenly bursts into tears. Summer mouths, “I’m sorry,” to her father and leaves, shutting the door quietly behind her.
A quick drive to the Cohen’s later, and Summer finds herself standing outside pool house. Seth isn’t here, but supposedly he hasn’t left this spot in days. Then she peers through the glass and gasps in surprise.
Seth is half-sitting, half-lying on one side of the bed, one hand on his stomach and the other on a giant Ryan-shaped lump on the other side of the bed. Seth is asleep, and it appears that Ryan is, too.
She stands there, staring inside for a moment, trying to decide what to do. She has two choices. She can either take up her own vigil outside the pool house, or she can go back home and be alone with Kaitlin next door doing her own freaky version of a happy dance.
She decides neither, getting in her car and driving towards the pier instead. When she gets there, she leaves her backpack in the car, but takes the bottle of water. She strolls down the boardwalk, watching the happy couples in the cool evening air and hating them all.
She leans against the railing, taking a sip of her water. Someone comes up beside her, leaning his back against the railing and says, “Hey, Summer.”
Summer looks up and spits out her mouthful of water. “Luke? What are you still doing in Newport?”
Mmmkay. So...this is chapter four. I hope you're enjoying. Feedback is not only encouraged, it's sort of required. Feed the attention whore, please? *opens mouth* Please? ♥
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Date: 2006-05-26 04:44 am (UTC)/best review ever
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Date: 2006-05-26 04:54 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2006-05-26 05:58 am (UTC)K
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Date: 2006-05-26 06:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-26 10:13 am (UTC)And I do see this happening in season four. (:
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Date: 2006-05-27 03:13 am (UTC)*is happy*
Date: 2006-05-26 01:28 pm (UTC)So, uhm, I've been a bitch, 'cause I've reading and I just happen to notice that I haven't leave any commend. Bad me! *facedesk*
So, as you can image, I do love the history (i don't hug everything
okay, yes i do, but that's not the point). It's wonderful, really. I mean, I feel like reading a chapter, like actually could be seeing this on tv. And plus? This proves that you don't only get Seth and Ryan great, you have a magnificent Sandy, for example, and a supreme Summer (okay, I already knew that) and a great Julie (“Cooper-Nichol-soon-to-be-Roberts,” Julie replies. so very her!)Yeah, I'm waiting for the next update, like, still sitting here :).
Oh! And Luke still in Newport *cough*Summer/Luke!*cough* interesting, very interesting.
Gosh, I have like, told a lot. I'm shutting up.
Now.
Bye! *loves*
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Date: 2006-05-27 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-26 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-27 03:25 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it! ♥
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Date: 2006-05-26 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-26 08:52 pm (UTC)The slash speaks for itself!
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Date: 2006-05-27 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-27 12:41 am (UTC)Love it beyond words! Many possibilities, I see. Y'know teh obvious S/R-ness, and the Summer/Luke? Maybe? Yes?
Hurry up and update girl mmmkay??!! I'm totally sitting here dying waiting, for the next part, cuz this is the first reeeeeally good OC, not to mention Seth/Ryan, fic I've read in a long fecking time.
So HURRY UP! I only say that from the bottom of my gushy manshmex luvin heart.
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Date: 2006-05-27 03:21 am (UTC)I'm so glad you like this! ♥
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Date: 2006-05-29 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-29 03:13 am (UTC)Thank for your devotion to Seth/Ryan!
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Date: 2006-05-29 03:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-31 02:33 pm (UTC)This chapter is awesome. I love everything you are doing with this story.
The Summer perspective is amazing. And things are getting closer to "something" with Ryan and Seth. Come on Seth, don't give up on our Ryan.
*huggles you*
Sorry I haven't been around much lately. Forgiveth me. ♥♥♥
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Date: 2006-05-31 10:05 pm (UTC)And don't worry, eventually RL will die down and I can have my Shonna-Love back. *MWAH!*