Fandom: The OC
Warnings: Secondary canon character death
Word Count: 607
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I'm making no money off of this.
A/N: Post-The Dearly Beloved (season 2 finale). Betaed by _sybillium. Abandoned WIP.
The police station was scary, sheerly because Summer had never been in one before. Seth, sitting next to her, squeezed her hand.
“Don’t tell them anything,” he muttered. “Not until our parents are here. That’s what Dad always says he tells his clients, but most of them get caught off-guard and talk anyway. Actually, to them he says ‘lawyer,’ not ‘parents,’ but same general idea. Anyway, Dad said he’d be here soon. He sounded really shocked when I told him what happened. Well, I guess that’s not surprising – it was pretty shocking. I still can’t believe Trey’s really dead, you know?” He shook his head and Summer took advantage of the pause to jump in.
“Seth, you already answered their questions at the house.”
“Oh, yeah.” Seth looked thoughtful. “Well, hopefully that was okay. I don’t know. I’ve never had to remember anything Dad says about work before. Which is a good thing, because then I’d be in trouble with the law a lot, and no one wants that…” He kept going, but Summer stopped listening. At the words ‘in trouble with the law,’ Marissa had whimpered and seemed to fold in on herself even more, if possible.
Summer started rubbing circles on her best friend’s back as she wondered how someone as tall as Marissa could make herself look so small and curled-up. “It’s gonna be okay,” she whispered over and over. Even if it wasn’t true, it was clearly what Marissa needed to hear.
“Guys?” Mr. Cohen, thank god. Summer looked up gratefully.
“Are you all okay?”
“I think so,” Seth says seriously. “I am, and Summer is – she’s probably the most okay of all of us – but I’m not sure about Marissa.”
“She’ll be fine,” Summer says, “once she gets over the shock.”
“Okay,” Mr. Cohen says. “Let’s get you guys home.”
“Dad? What’s happening with Ryan and Trey right now?”
“Well, I’m sure Ryan’s at the hospital, and they’re probably taking care of Trey’s… you know… body.” He doesn’t look comfortable at all discussing death.
“But is Ryan going to be okay?” Mr. Cohen sighs audibly.
“I don’t know, Seth. I didn’t see what happened. But I think he’ll probably be fine. Right now, we just need to go home and figure things out with your mother and Summer’s and Marissa’s parents. I’ve got a call in to the guy who found Ryan’s mother the first time, so we’ll probably be hearing from her soon.”
“Who’s going to tell her?” Marissa whispers.
Mr. Cohen sighs again, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know. I guess I am. This is a difficult situation for everyone, and we’ve got to be careful how we tell her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she blames Kirsten and me for all of it.”
“That’s not fair,” Summer says. “It’s not your fault. It’s Trey’s.”
Marissa looks like she’s about to cry again at the memory of being alone with Trey on the beach.
“I know that, and you know that, but Dawn doesn’t. And believe me, parents don’t want to blame their kids for truly terrible things.”
Seth looks indignant. “Then how come you and Mom always blame me for everything?”
“Not now, Seth.” Mr. Cohen looks tired. “I’m going to sign you guys out.”
The three of them fall silent as he walks over to the police desk.
It seems like forever between the time he opens his mouth and the time he’s walking them out to the car, the darkness outside tangible.
Summer wants to say something, to make it right, but for once, she can’t think of anything that will work.