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FIC: A Willing Sacrifice Part 7

FIC: A Willing Sacrifice
Author: Nightrider
Fandom: The OC
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything related to the OC. How sad for me!
Summary: Seth begins to doubt his friendship with Ryan.

A/N: This was written for Brandy’s 15 minute challenge. I was supposed to use a sentence prompt, but it didn’t fit with the story I wrote. It’s rather odd because the quote gave me the idea for the story, but later didn’t fit. Go figure…

This is not betaed. I make a ton of mistakes and they are all my own. Feel free to point them out, and I'll gladly fix them.

“How the hell could this happen?” one officer growled. “There were two guards at his door.”

“People don’t just disappear, James. He’ll turn up. We’ve got uniforms posted at every exit. He’s not going to get away.” Ryan resisted the urge to laugh. They didn’t know Trey that well. He and his brother had years of practice of doing just that – disappearing. If you spend years being invisible, it becomes like second nature.

“When Riley gets here, heads are gonna roll,” James muttered as he ran his hand over his face. When he turned, he noticed a teenager standing against the wall staring at the ground. There was something vaguely familiar about the young man, but he didn’t give it much thought. Years on the force taught him attention to detail, and the fading bruise on the kid’s cheek was the first thing he noticed. He chalked it up to a water polo accident.

For safety reasons, they needed to clear the floor as quickly as possible. The last thing they needed was one of the Newport elite’ child getting hurt. It going to be a big enough media feeding frenzy without adding insult to injury.

“Hey kid, is there anything you need?” James asked as he stepped towards Ryan. “We need to clear this floor. Are you trying to visit someone?”

Ryan kept studying the white sterile tile. He hated hospital tile. “Yeah, but I think he’s been discharged.”

“Well, I’m glad he’s okay,” James said.

Trey was many things, but he certainly wasn’t okay. He hadn’t been okay for a long time.

“Are you okay?” James asked after he shared a private look with the other officer. “You look a little shell-shocked.”

“I’m fine,” Ryan replied automatically as he pushed himself off the wall and pressed the button for the elevator. “I appreciate all your help.” He stepped onto the elevator, his eyes still studying the ground as the door closed on two confused officers.

“There was something about that kid,” James mused thoughtfully.

“He did look familiar, didn’t he?” They paused, each trying to place the young man and both falling short. “Oh well, we’ve got work to do.”


Ryan leaned against the side of the SUV, his eyes now studying the cracks in the concrete. The idea of Trey running around Newport did nothing to steady his frayed nerves. The Cohens’ didn’t keep a low profile by any means so if Trey wanted to find them, it wouldn’t be difficult. Trey had told him more than once that paybacks were a bitch. Just how much more were the Cohens’ going to have to suffer because of him? Destruction and violence seemed to follow him everywhere he went. If something happened to them, he’d never forgive himself. What Seth had to go through was bad enough.

He knew Trey would want to get out of town as quickly as possible. He also knew Trey had a score to settle. In the short amount of time that Ryan had spent with Trey after he got out of prison, it was obvious how much his stint on the inside had hardened him, changed him. Ryan thought he was helping. He thought by helping Trey get an apartment, driving him to job interviews, giving him all the money he had saved while working during the summer – he thought that would have helped, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

He should have known things were going downhill when Trey asked him about scoring an eight ball. The sad part was Ryan knew where to get the drugs. Hell, it was easier getting drugs in Newport than in had been in Chino. They were better quality too. He just opted not to tell Trey that. He tactfully reminded his brother of his probation appointment and the random drug screens. Trey had scowled in his general direction, but left it at that. Ryan had allowed himself to cling to the hope that things would be okay. He would keep Trey away from the Cohens’, and maybe – just maybe – Trey would be able to build a life for himself that he could be proud of, or at least tolerate.

Now, once again, Ryan felt like he failed. His body ached with exhaustion and repressed pain as he unlocked the car door. He figured Sandy and Kirsten would both be at work now. He knew Seth was at the mall with the girls. That bought him a couple of hours.

He knew what he had to do.

He’d find Trey before he had a chance to find him or anyone he cared about.


“What do you mean Trey’s gone?” Sandy yelled as he slammed the law book he’d been reading closed. “Is this standard practice for your department or did your officers escort him to the door personally and wish him the best?”

“Mr. Cohen, I appreciate your concern and understand why you’re angry, but we’ve got to find him,” Detective Riley explained. He didn’t blame Sandy considering he’d just spent the last fifteen minutes ripping into every police officer within a ten mile radius.

“Of course you’ve got to find him!” Sandy raged. “My entire family could be in danger!”

“I’ll send a squad car over to your house just to make sure,” Riley offered. “Do you have any idea where Trey would go? I know you spoke with him several times while he was in prison.”

“I’ve got no clue,” Sandy stated as he sighed and allowed the implications of this newfound information to wash over him. “I assume Trey’s got friends in Chino.”

“What about Ryan?”

“He went to meet Seth at the mall,” Sandy explained. He was increasingly appreciative of small miracles. The last thing he wanted to think about was Ryan at home alone. “I’ll call and see if he has any idea where Trey might go. I’ll call you if he’s got any ideas.”

“I’ll keep you informed as well,” Riley promised as he closed his cell phone without saying goodbye. The detective almost asked to talk to Ryan himself, but he didn’t want to scare the young man anymore than necessary. He’s already been through so much and now that Trey was gone, who knows what could happen? He knew they had to get Trey back into custody before any happened. He figured Ryan deserved than much peace.


Sandy tried Ryan’s phone, but it went immediately to voicemail. He scrolled through his contacts and opted to call Seth. The phone rang twice before he heard Seth’s chipper voice.

“What’s up, dad?” Seth asked loudly over the background noise.

“Is Ryan there? I need to talk to him,” Sandy stated as he tried to keep his voice even.

“He wasn’t feeling good this morning. Try the house. You know he never leaves the pool house anymore,” Seth complained. Sandy felt like someone just dumped a bucket of freezing water over his head. He had seen Ryan leave the house this afternoon. Where the hell did he go?

“I want you to come to my office,” Sandy demanded suddenly.

“What? Why? I’m at the mall with Summer –“

“That’s fine. Bring them too.”

“Dad, you’re not making any sense. We’re riding with Marissa.”

“Seth, it wasn’t a request. Have Marissa bring you to my office right now.”

“Is something wrong with Ryan? Dad, if something’s wrong –“

“Now Seth.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

The call was disconnected and Sandy stared at the phone for several seconds before trying the house phone. When no one answered, he tried Ryan’s cell again. He left another message before dialing Detective Riley. While they were at it, they could look for Ryan too.

“Detective Riley.”

“It’s Sandy Cohen.”

“Did you talk to Ryan?”

“No, he’s not answering his phone. I’m afraid he didn’t go the mall with his friends.”

“Yeah, I figured that. I just got done talking with some of the officers that were searching the hospital. It sounds like Ryan turned up here.”

Sandy pressed the phone roughly to his ear. “He what?”

“That or a kid that looks just like him with healing bruises on his face,” Riley clarified.

“So he knows Trey is gone,” Sandy said with a sigh. He had hoped he’d be the one to break the news to Ryan, to explain what happened in the relative safety of their home.

“And now we have a new problem,” Riley continued. “Where would Ryan go?”

“Well, I’d like to think he’d come to me.”

“Since that obviously didn’t happen –“

“Are you insinuating something, Detective? If you’ve got something to say to me, just say it,” Sandy growled. His knuckles were white as he grasped the phone against his ear.

“I don’t have time for this,” Riley snapped. “I’ll have my guys keep a lookout for Ryan. If you hear anything, let me know.”

Despite his anger, Sandy knew they could have ended up with a Detective that didn’t give a shit. “Thanks Detective. I’ll be in touch.”


The bus station. Since Trey had never flown before, Ryan figured it was the logical place he would go if he wanted to get out of town fast. The door to the bus pulled shut as Ryan jogged across the platform. There area was deserted as Ryan looked into the windows of the bus. His eyes rested on a crumpled jean jacket pressed against the window and a dark head facing away from him.

In that moment, time seemed to stop. Trey was leaving. It was a small gesture, but Ryan knew the deeper implications. Trey, someone who was never good at lettings things go, was walking away. Yes, Ryan knew he could get past this too. So many things had happened, things that he’ll never forget, but he’ll be able to –

He felt the cold hand on his neck. The eerie flash of steel underneath the street light - the terrible stabbing pain in his back. His mouth opened in a silent scream – a scream that fell on deaf ears.

“Thought I’d leave without saying goodbye, little bro?”



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Mar. 14th, 2008 01:26 am (UTC)
Oh, come on! That's just EVIL!

Mar. 14th, 2008 01:27 am (UTC)
Cliffhanger of DOOM!

I learned from the best, you know. *pokes*

Mar. 14th, 2008 01:27 am (UTC)
See? I even cruised LJ before heading over to THE email...

You have been very productive already with churning this out so quickly. I do have to ask how much you meant to scare us. Please, no "death" ears. "Deaf" ones are bad enough. Say it isn't so!

Trey figuratively and literally appears to stab Ryan in the back, and at the infamous Greyhound station where no good can happen? Nice twist on canon. Your Trey wreck is indeed a train wreck, and an interesting study in sociopathy at work. Talk about issues...

Sandy is getting plenty of phone calls, so let's hope at least one of them is a real wake up call. That gulf really needs a bridge. He might not want to make any admissions to someone outside the family, but he needs to start being honest with himself- if there's still time.

Newport's finest are living up to their reputation, but good for Det. Riley for having a brain and speaking freely. Ryan is so in character as the kid trying to protect whoever he can and futilely prevent what seems chaotically inevitable. Per his conditioning, Trey isn't Trey's responsibility, law enforcement's, the hospital's, or any combination. Trey is Ryan's burden and there's no one Ryan trusts enough to consider for help. That's not his reality and no one has done the work to convince him otherwise.

What he didn't realize with his own lack of self-worth blinders on was that he'd be more of a target to Trey than the Cohens. The Cohens would only have appeal in as much as hurting them would hurt Ryan, but hurting Ryan directly would be far more appealing. Just as in canon, although it was never explored at all there, one has to wonder what being completely expendable to family would do to a person. Whatever a misinformed Ryan once wanted to believe, his life is meaningless Trey at this point.

Now, you can't just leave us there!
Mar. 14th, 2008 01:32 am (UTC)
OMG! Thanks for catching that! *facepalm* That's what I get for spending the afternoon glued to my computer. LOL Seriously, thanks for pointing out that screw up. All fixed now.

Yes, the bus station. You knew I had to go there!

I do love my sweet Detective Riley. He's been a valuable original character in this story. Hell, someone has to have some brains!

I thought about Ryan calling the police or calling Sandy, but with everything that's happened, he's obviously not thinking clearly. Per canon, he always opted to deal with things on his own. With the situation at hand when he feels the need to protest those he cares about, he's definitely going to try to deal with things personally. Furthermore, he's hurting, exhausted, and barely hanging on.

Yeah, it's a terrible cliffhanger. Sorry about that! :D

And thanks for the thoughtful, kind review. You know I love hearing your thoughts!
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Mar. 14th, 2008 01:34 am (UTC)
You certainly know your cliffhangers, don't you?! I have to agree that you are very evil. : )
Mar. 14th, 2008 01:40 am (UTC)
Yeah...sorry about that. :)

I'm thrilled you're still enjoying this story!
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Mar. 14th, 2008 02:20 am (UTC)
This was great! I can't wait for the next part. Please don't kill him- ( just mess him up really bad:))
Mar. 14th, 2008 02:26 am (UTC)
LOL I can't kill him. I'm way too much of a sap for that. ;) Just don't tell anyone I said that. *wink*

Thanks for the review!
Mar. 14th, 2008 02:58 am (UTC)
Mar. 14th, 2008 03:07 am (UTC)
I'm starting to feel guilty now. :)
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Mar. 14th, 2008 05:06 am (UTC)
Evil good cliffhanger. When is Sandy going to buy a clue? or Seth? That self-centered moron :) Hugs and thanks
Mar. 14th, 2008 06:03 am (UTC)
They are morons, aren't they? *shakes head*

I think we're close to the Cohens' seeing the light!

Thank you for the lovely review.
Mar. 14th, 2008 05:54 am (UTC)
yeah thats totally evil leaving it like that. pls have more soon
Mar. 14th, 2008 06:02 am (UTC)
Hopefully I'll have the chance to update before too long. I'm so glad you liked the chapter!
Mar. 14th, 2008 07:19 am (UTC)
Evil cliffhanger!!!
Mar. 14th, 2008 07:28 am (UTC)
That seems to be a central theme after reading this chapter. LOL
Mar. 14th, 2008 07:35 am (UTC)
He felt the cold hand on his neck. The eerie flash of steel underneath the street light - the terrible stabbing pain in his back. His mouth opened in a silent scream – a scream that fell on deaf ears.


That means we get hospital!Ryan. Right? Right? Hospital brooding Ryan. Ooh the angsty goodness . . .
Mar. 14th, 2008 07:38 am (UTC)
Well, I can't leave him bleeding on the sidewalk. The flist would boot me out on my ear. LOL I'm beginning to quite like it here. ;)

We'll have to go with hospital brooding Ryan for the win!

Thank you so much for your kind review. I'm thrilled you're enjoying this story!
Mar. 14th, 2008 08:15 am (UTC)
Fantastic update, evil cliffhanger! You've got to update asap for our sake!
Mar. 14th, 2008 07:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :)
Mar. 14th, 2008 09:52 am (UTC)
Besides the obvious suspense, which you build perfectly (and which, as other posters have mentioned, is just EVIL), there are so many lines and details in this that I love: the cops assuming that Ryan's bruises are from a water polo accident, the fact that drugs are more accessible and better quality in Newport, Sandy's angry sarcasm when the cops inform him that Trey is gone. And this whole passage:

In that moment, time seemed to stop. Trey was leaving. It was a small gesture, but Ryan knew the deeper implications. Trey, someone who was never good at lettings things go, was walking away. Yes, Ryan knew he could get past this too. So many things had happened, things that he’ll never forget, but he’ll be able to –

Wonderful writing. Wonderful update.

Mar. 14th, 2008 12:28 pm (UTC)
Oooooohh, I love this, I was so pleased when I saw an update. Everything about this seems right - wonderfully discriptive and actions in keeping with the characters we know and love.
Just wondering though when is Sandy going to remember to watch the security tape the detective brought over? cos he's not doing very well with the parenting so far!!
Thanks for updating.
Mar. 14th, 2008 12:52 pm (UTC)
Huh-- 1. Go back to chapter 6. 2. Find comment from chapter 6. 3. Cut and paste here. Because I think it was something like Holy Sh**, that's bad for Ryan, yays for us.
4. Gets out big stick, pokes continuously until story is updated and Ryan is fine.
My work for the day is now done
Mar. 15th, 2008 03:49 am (UTC)
ROFL! You leave the best feedback! :)

Everyone seems to have a thing for hospital Ryan. *glances around* Yeah, you can lump me in that group as well. LOL

Thanks for taking the time to respond and for making me smile!
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Mar. 14th, 2008 07:54 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :) I'm glad so many people were surprised.
Mar. 14th, 2008 05:19 pm (UTC)
My battery died as I got to the last para, which I now realize is a good thing, if I'd read it before work...

So, updating soon please?
Mar. 15th, 2008 03:47 am (UTC)
LOL It was a pretty heavy cliffhanger. I suppose your computer sensed doom and decided to save you the intense work day. :)

I'm thrilled you're still enjoying the story. I'm planning on working on my DW stories for a few days before returning to this. Splitting time between fandoms can be so difficult!
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