Title: Eye for an Eye
Author: Krissy
Disclaimer: Everwood belongs to people at the WB, not me.
Author's Notes: Second fic, slash (male/male pairing) implied, and dedicated to Dana. Pairing: Ephram/Amy implied, Ephram/Bright preslash
Rating: PG-13 (for slash)
Spoilers: For 'The Great Doctor Brown.'
Archive: My site only, all else ask.
He didn't feel guilty about lying.
An eye for an eye.
That's the lesson he'd learned in New York. When you lose someone's trust, throw it right back into their face. In the same manner they did to you.
Now, isn't what he did the same thing Amy had done to him?
It didn't matter, anyway, he knew his father wouldn't help.
Ephram sighed and continued to his locker. He wasn't surprised to see Bright Abbott standing there.
"What do you want?"
Bright's expression was cold. "I want you to stay away from Amy."
Ephram felt himself smile. "Don't worry, I will."
Bright blinked, surprised. That was easier than he was expecting.
"...That's it. You aren't even going to *fight* for her?"
Ephram snorted, "Why, just so you can beat me up? No thanks."
Bright opened his mouth the comment, but shook his head instead.
"You're crazy, you know."
"I know," Ephram shrugged, "it comes with having my father."
Bright couldn't help but laugh, but it was quickly stopped short with a menacing frown. "Yeah, well, if I had your father, I'd be worse off than you. You're lucky I don't pound your face in for hurting Amy."
That was abrupt.
"Look," Ephram sighed, "you don't have to worry. I don't plan on hanging on her shadow, praying somehow she'll forget, and start to like me. I don't play like that. Besides, I doubt she'll talk to me anymore now. Not that it matters, it was a lie anyway."
"You lied to her?"
Bright hated to admit it, but he was in awe. No one ever lied to Amy. Everyone *always* fawned over her, fell to her feet, did anything and everything for her. It made him jealous too often than he'd like to admit to.
He had thought Ephram was someone who would do the same.
And he was right, to an extent.
But now... he saw hope.
Maybe he could see Ephram next time in the hallway and not feel like pounding his head into the wall.
And maybe, just maybe, he'd stop seeing himself pull the younger boy (not by much, he reminded himself! Just a year.) against him and never let go.
That was Amy's fault, too. The stupid Fall Thaw and his idiotic idea to wrap his arms around Amy and Ephram. The boy's warmth had been intoxicating and he'd covered his falter up with lame lines. It hadn't worked, though, because he'd received a glare that had nearly sent him shivering. At least he had *some* control.
"I did," Ephram acknowledged at last, raising a skeptical eyebrow at him. "Why? You going to tell her?"
Bright wondered about that. Was he?
"No. What she doesn't know won't kill her."
Ephram gave him a small smile. His thoughts exactly.
Author: Krissy
Disclaimer: Everwood belongs to people at the WB, not me.
Author's Notes: Second fic, slash (male/male pairing) implied, and dedicated to Dana. Pairing: Ephram/Amy implied, Ephram/Bright preslash
Rating: PG-13 (for slash)
Spoilers: For 'The Great Doctor Brown.'
Archive: My site only, all else ask.
He didn't feel guilty about lying.
An eye for an eye.
That's the lesson he'd learned in New York. When you lose someone's trust, throw it right back into their face. In the same manner they did to you.
Now, isn't what he did the same thing Amy had done to him?
It didn't matter, anyway, he knew his father wouldn't help.
Ephram sighed and continued to his locker. He wasn't surprised to see Bright Abbott standing there.
"What do you want?"
Bright's expression was cold. "I want you to stay away from Amy."
Ephram felt himself smile. "Don't worry, I will."
Bright blinked, surprised. That was easier than he was expecting.
"...That's it. You aren't even going to *fight* for her?"
Ephram snorted, "Why, just so you can beat me up? No thanks."
Bright opened his mouth the comment, but shook his head instead.
"You're crazy, you know."
"I know," Ephram shrugged, "it comes with having my father."
Bright couldn't help but laugh, but it was quickly stopped short with a menacing frown. "Yeah, well, if I had your father, I'd be worse off than you. You're lucky I don't pound your face in for hurting Amy."
That was abrupt.
"Look," Ephram sighed, "you don't have to worry. I don't plan on hanging on her shadow, praying somehow she'll forget, and start to like me. I don't play like that. Besides, I doubt she'll talk to me anymore now. Not that it matters, it was a lie anyway."
"You lied to her?"
Bright hated to admit it, but he was in awe. No one ever lied to Amy. Everyone *always* fawned over her, fell to her feet, did anything and everything for her. It made him jealous too often than he'd like to admit to.
He had thought Ephram was someone who would do the same.
And he was right, to an extent.
But now... he saw hope.
Maybe he could see Ephram next time in the hallway and not feel like pounding his head into the wall.
And maybe, just maybe, he'd stop seeing himself pull the younger boy (not by much, he reminded himself! Just a year.) against him and never let go.
That was Amy's fault, too. The stupid Fall Thaw and his idiotic idea to wrap his arms around Amy and Ephram. The boy's warmth had been intoxicating and he'd covered his falter up with lame lines. It hadn't worked, though, because he'd received a glare that had nearly sent him shivering. At least he had *some* control.
"I did," Ephram acknowledged at last, raising a skeptical eyebrow at him. "Why? You going to tell her?"
Bright wondered about that. Was he?
"No. What she doesn't know won't kill her."
Ephram gave him a small smile. His thoughts exactly.