Hey guys! So I recently had the experience of writing my first OC fanfic and I really enjoyed it. At first I was going to add to said first story, Only The Good Die Young. But I decided it was best left the way it was and instead decided to begin a new OC story. Who knows how it'll go because normally before I write a whole fan fiction story for a show, I know the characters really well. I can almost predict what they're going to say, so they're easy to write. With The OC, however, I don't know the characters that well. I haven't even seen all the episodes so please forgive me if the character's are out of well.. character.

Timeline: Set eight years after the third season finale. Marissa does not die because on Much Music, where I watch The OC, she hasn't died yet and I haven't given up my throne for queen of denial yet.

Plot line: Marissa and Ryan are married, as are Summer and Seth. They both have children. Marissa and Ryan have one girl, Blythe Atwood. Summer and Seth have three children, twin girls named Tiffany and Tory and a son, Jackson. They're all living the perfect family life until one day one of the children become very sick. How will their families, and everyone around them cope?

Rated T because of some upsetting themes and language I guess, but mostly just to be safe. I'm getting all my medical information from Grey's Anatomy so if it's not right, let me know and I'll fix it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I seriously don't. It's fairly sad actually. I don't even own the seasons from the OC that I'm going to watch.. I rented them from the video store and they're due back tomorrow.

"Mommy. Muh-ommy." Blythe's small voice floats over to Marissa. "Mommy." She calls again.

"Blythe?" Marissa calls out hoarsly. "Blythe sweetie what are you doing? It's nearly two in the morning."

"I heard a thump. It was a monster, probably."

"Honey it couldn't have been a monster. There are no such things as monster." Marissa explains patiently as Ryan stirs on the other side of her.

"Uh-huh. There are too. 'Cause Mikey told me. And Mikey knows EVERYTHIN'!" Blythe exclaims excitedly. "Me and him are gettin' married. Did ya know that." Blythe makes her way into the bedroom and throws her small body onto the bed. Ryan's eyes crack open. "Hello Daddy." Blythe says casually.

"Hey princess. What're you doin' up."

"I heard a monster in my room. Mommy doesn't believe me."

"Hm."

"Yeah. So I'm not talkin' to her." Blythe nods to clarify this and throws back the covers on the bed.

"Hey, what're you doing?" Marissa asks.

"Daddy." Blythe begins. "Please tell Mommy I am sleeping in here because I don't want the monsters to gobble me up. Tell her if she doesn't believe me she can go sleep in my room. The monsters will gobble her up. Don't say I didn't tell ya so."

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"Look Daddy!" Tory exclaims. She throws herself at her father and points with an excited finger at the stack of cookies, lying on a Christmas plate. The cookies themselves look lumpy. Odd green and red patches cover them. "Look!" She says again. "Me and Tiffany wanted to make them for you as a surprise. Mommy was going to do it for us but we said NO WAY. So we did it all by OURSELVES!" She claps excitedly and looks around. "I dunno where Mommy and Tiffany went. But you gotta try a cookie!"

Summer appears in the kitchen, bouncing a small boy on her hip. "Jackson's awake." Summer says, smiling at the little boy. "You saw the cookies." She puts on a large, fake smile. "Don't they look GREAT!"

"Yeah!" Seth says uncertainly. "Tiff, why don't you try one first."

"No Daddy they're for you! Well these ones are anyway. We made TONS MORE but those are for Christmakuh, when Grandma and Grandpa come over."

"Alright." Seth smiles over happily and picks up a cookie. Observing it for a few minutes, he takes a bite out of one and the look of utter revulsion on his face is quickly over come by mock amazement. "These are awesome!" He says, swallowing hard. "Summer! You have to try a cookie. Please."

"You know what girls, I think we have to tell Daddy our good news? Don't you girls think so?" Summer asks, smiling smugly at Seth.

"Yeah!" They chorus. "Well," Tiffany begins, "today Auntie Marissa called."

"She said," Tory takes over, "that they want us to come to California for Christmakuh!"

"Only, she said CHRISTMAS not Christmakuh. So we corrected her!"

"Then we said we really wanna come to California because we want to be able to swim on Christmas day."

"Then," Summer says, smiling as she takes over, "I said that we'd have to ask you, but hopefully we could come?"

"After that," Tory says thoughtfully, "me and Tiffany made the cookies because we decided you wouldn't wanna go to California 'cause then we wouldn't be able to go out at midnight on Christmakuh eve and leave Santa his cookies and get up after Santa came and go tob'gning at the big hill! So we decided the cookies would make you want ta come to California?" Tory asks hopefully.

"Well." Seth begins. "You say you made these cookies all for me?"

Tiffany nods slowly. "All for you."

"Well normally I would say no way. We're not leaving New York to go to California. But the level of amazement of those cookies is so high that I think I'm going to have to say yes." The twins squing their eyes, staring at Seth as though he has three heads.

"Daddy? Maybe you should lie down." They announce.

"Girls?" Summer says, a smile taking over her face. "We're going to California."