Part 3 of The Tempest.
Title: The Tempest
Author: cheekymice.
Rating: PG
Beta: Oh soooo not beta-ed!!...all its many mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC, Ryan or Benjamin McKenzie.
Story: For dunbaby...snagged from an idea over at oc_plotbunnies.
Notes: This fic will be made up of short but sweet chapters...oh and there will be no sex! Heh.
********
The Tempest
An OC fic most definitely not written by William Shakespeare.
Part 3
The night wore on and most of Newport slumbered. Down at the pier, behind the crab shack trashcans a bedraggled stray cat frantically moved its kittens away from a river of water that had formed over the course of the night. The kitten in her mouth mewed; scared by the brisk way its mother gripped the scruff of its neck as she ran down the ally to a dryer, safer hiding place. The tabby dropped her wet kitten unceremoniously amongst two of his fellow littermates and ran off into the rain again to repeat the process.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Summer kissed the soft twitching velvety nose of her rabbit, whispering to him not to be scared, the storm it would be over soon. She settled pancakes down for the night and turned off the lamp.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Taylor pulled the eyeshade down over her eyes and clapped her hands. The room was plunged into darkness. She’d survived a whole night without thinking about Ryan…. too much. She wasn’t remotely scared of storms, after all she’d survived eighteen years with her mother she could survive anything.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Julie popped a pill in her mouth swilled it down with a gulp of wine. She shut the photo albums and looked out of the window.
The whole world was going to hell.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seth sat bolt upright blinking into the thick molasses darkness. The loud crash outside was still reverberating in his head. He untangled his legs from the tightly bunched covers over him and got up quickly, ignoring his usual five-minute ‘come to’ rule after waking. Captain Oates fell to the floor with a dull thud, forgotten now as Seth pulled back the drapes that shrouded his window.
At first all he could focus on was the rain on the smooth pane of glass as his eyes fought to adjust to the light. Then his heart literally jumped into his mouth, he’d heard the expression and used it many times before but it was the first time the phrase had actually come true.
He rushed back to his bed and shoved his feet haphazardly into his sneakers and ran full pelt out of his room and down the stairs in a mad scramble, taking them two at a time as he yelled for his mom and dad.
He tried not to give in to his inner panic, when landing at the bottom of the stairs he heard a second crash, louder this time and all the more disturbing, as he now knew who was going to bear the full brunt of what was happening.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sandy was already on his feet when he heard Seth running down the stairs. The unknown crash from outside had left him shaky and unsure of what was happening. He drew back the voile that graced the French doors leading out to the pool and peered out into the night.
Kirsten stood next to him pulling on her robe; she asked in a scared voice what the hell had happened. He couldn’t say anything; he seemed incapable of movement as his eyes focused on the outside.
Even though it was pitch black outside he saw what was deeply wrong immediately and his brain couldn’t quite comprehend it. He opened the French door and started running, his bare feet slapping against the wet ground, the rain running down his face.
He yelled Ryan’s name.
A sudden strong gust of wind hit him head on and took his breath away. He stood still, literally frozen to the spot as the tree, which was now somehow inconceivably balanced on the damaged pool house roof, shifted.
He heard an ominous creaking followed by a moment of silence before the gut wrenching sound of breaking timber filled the air.
He could only watch in abject horror as the pool house roof collapsed in on itself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ryan jumped, suddenly very much awake as plaster rained down on his head. Had there been some sort of explosion? Confusion reigned as he fought to separate dreamland from the reality of the moment. He sat up in bed with his heart pounding. He flung off his covers and tried to blink powdery plaster dust out of his eyes.
He hadn’t felt such innate danger in the air since his early days in Fresno when his father was still around, even though he didn’t know what the fuck had happened. Something dripped on his face and he raised his hand to touch it. He looked upwards to try to get his head around what might be happening but it was too dark to see anything other than cracks that marred the usually smooth surface of the ceiling. His brain caught up to the theory that rain must be coming through his roof for some reason. Things quickly started to make sense as the sounds of the storm invaded his room through the broken glass of the windows around him.
He heard Sandy yelling his name, the fear he heard in his foster father’s voice told him something was wrong, very wrong indeed.
Something on the roof moved with a loud grating crunch and blinding comprehension hit.
He swore loudly, adrenalin now in full control of his body and all traces of sleep gone.
He rolled off the bed onto the floor just as the ceiling came crashing down.
The noise of fracturing wood and breaking glass was deafening.
He tried to curl into a ball but there was no time as the debris landed, he felt like he’d been hit by a truck as what seemed like a ton of wood and terrocotta tiles slammed into his body at once.
At last things seemed to stop falling.
He waited for more blows but they didn’t come. He let out the breath he'd been holding, then inhaled a thick lungful of dust. He coughed.
He wished he hadn’t.
His ribs were on fire.
A burning, searing pain that literally took his breath away. He tried to focus on breathing slowly but increasing panic made it hard.
He moved, punching out with his fists, testing to see if he could. He frantically tried to roll over onto his back but whatever pinned him down was heavy, very heavy.
His desperate movements caused the precariously ballenced rubble surrounding him to shift again.
The last thing he felt was something hitting him hard on the back of the head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sandy, Kirsten and Seth stood in a row as the rain lashed down on them. The wind slapping the wet material of their night clothes against their bodies.
Not moving.
Staring at the twisted wreckage that had once been their pool house.
And Ryan's home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Under a sheltered fire escape the cat shook the water out of her coat and lay down on her side. Her kittens latched onto her swollen nipples and kneaded her belly as they drank. The cat shut her eyes and purred, content with the knowledge that her family was safe once more.
TBC
::ducks the missiles coming my way::
Author: cheekymice.
Rating: PG
Beta: Oh soooo not beta-ed!!...all its many mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC, Ryan or Benjamin McKenzie.
Story: For dunbaby...snagged from an idea over at oc_plotbunnies.
Notes: This fic will be made up of short but sweet chapters...oh and there will be no sex! Heh.
********
The Tempest
An OC fic most definitely not written by William Shakespeare.
Part 3
The night wore on and most of Newport slumbered. Down at the pier, behind the crab shack trashcans a bedraggled stray cat frantically moved its kittens away from a river of water that had formed over the course of the night. The kitten in her mouth mewed; scared by the brisk way its mother gripped the scruff of its neck as she ran down the ally to a dryer, safer hiding place. The tabby dropped her wet kitten unceremoniously amongst two of his fellow littermates and ran off into the rain again to repeat the process.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Summer kissed the soft twitching velvety nose of her rabbit, whispering to him not to be scared, the storm it would be over soon. She settled pancakes down for the night and turned off the lamp.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Taylor pulled the eyeshade down over her eyes and clapped her hands. The room was plunged into darkness. She’d survived a whole night without thinking about Ryan…. too much. She wasn’t remotely scared of storms, after all she’d survived eighteen years with her mother she could survive anything.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Julie popped a pill in her mouth swilled it down with a gulp of wine. She shut the photo albums and looked out of the window.
The whole world was going to hell.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seth sat bolt upright blinking into the thick molasses darkness. The loud crash outside was still reverberating in his head. He untangled his legs from the tightly bunched covers over him and got up quickly, ignoring his usual five-minute ‘come to’ rule after waking. Captain Oates fell to the floor with a dull thud, forgotten now as Seth pulled back the drapes that shrouded his window.
At first all he could focus on was the rain on the smooth pane of glass as his eyes fought to adjust to the light. Then his heart literally jumped into his mouth, he’d heard the expression and used it many times before but it was the first time the phrase had actually come true.
He rushed back to his bed and shoved his feet haphazardly into his sneakers and ran full pelt out of his room and down the stairs in a mad scramble, taking them two at a time as he yelled for his mom and dad.
He tried not to give in to his inner panic, when landing at the bottom of the stairs he heard a second crash, louder this time and all the more disturbing, as he now knew who was going to bear the full brunt of what was happening.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sandy was already on his feet when he heard Seth running down the stairs. The unknown crash from outside had left him shaky and unsure of what was happening. He drew back the voile that graced the French doors leading out to the pool and peered out into the night.
Kirsten stood next to him pulling on her robe; she asked in a scared voice what the hell had happened. He couldn’t say anything; he seemed incapable of movement as his eyes focused on the outside.
Even though it was pitch black outside he saw what was deeply wrong immediately and his brain couldn’t quite comprehend it. He opened the French door and started running, his bare feet slapping against the wet ground, the rain running down his face.
He yelled Ryan’s name.
A sudden strong gust of wind hit him head on and took his breath away. He stood still, literally frozen to the spot as the tree, which was now somehow inconceivably balanced on the damaged pool house roof, shifted.
He heard an ominous creaking followed by a moment of silence before the gut wrenching sound of breaking timber filled the air.
He could only watch in abject horror as the pool house roof collapsed in on itself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ryan jumped, suddenly very much awake as plaster rained down on his head. Had there been some sort of explosion? Confusion reigned as he fought to separate dreamland from the reality of the moment. He sat up in bed with his heart pounding. He flung off his covers and tried to blink powdery plaster dust out of his eyes.
He hadn’t felt such innate danger in the air since his early days in Fresno when his father was still around, even though he didn’t know what the fuck had happened. Something dripped on his face and he raised his hand to touch it. He looked upwards to try to get his head around what might be happening but it was too dark to see anything other than cracks that marred the usually smooth surface of the ceiling. His brain caught up to the theory that rain must be coming through his roof for some reason. Things quickly started to make sense as the sounds of the storm invaded his room through the broken glass of the windows around him.
He heard Sandy yelling his name, the fear he heard in his foster father’s voice told him something was wrong, very wrong indeed.
Something on the roof moved with a loud grating crunch and blinding comprehension hit.
He swore loudly, adrenalin now in full control of his body and all traces of sleep gone.
He rolled off the bed onto the floor just as the ceiling came crashing down.
The noise of fracturing wood and breaking glass was deafening.
He tried to curl into a ball but there was no time as the debris landed, he felt like he’d been hit by a truck as what seemed like a ton of wood and terrocotta tiles slammed into his body at once.
At last things seemed to stop falling.
He waited for more blows but they didn’t come. He let out the breath he'd been holding, then inhaled a thick lungful of dust. He coughed.
He wished he hadn’t.
His ribs were on fire.
A burning, searing pain that literally took his breath away. He tried to focus on breathing slowly but increasing panic made it hard.
He moved, punching out with his fists, testing to see if he could. He frantically tried to roll over onto his back but whatever pinned him down was heavy, very heavy.
His desperate movements caused the precariously ballenced rubble surrounding him to shift again.
The last thing he felt was something hitting him hard on the back of the head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sandy, Kirsten and Seth stood in a row as the rain lashed down on them. The wind slapping the wet material of their night clothes against their bodies.
Not moving.
Staring at the twisted wreckage that had once been their pool house.
And Ryan's home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Under a sheltered fire escape the cat shook the water out of her coat and lay down on her side. Her kittens latched onto her swollen nipples and kneaded her belly as they drank. The cat shut her eyes and purred, content with the knowledge that her family was safe once more.
TBC
::ducks the missiles coming my way::