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Even Lies
by Dana

Chapter: 1/1, complete
Summary: A momentary understanding between Ephram and Bright.
Characters: Ephram, Bright, Ephram/Amy, Amy/Colin
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst
Author's Notes: Krissy made me do it. I would have been happy not to watch this show but I caught a rerun of an episode and I find myself falling fast in love. Now, I like trying things that haven't been done, and since this is such a new series and fandom, I have no worries there. Flame me, and I shall scoff in reply. Now, a part of said episode confused me, and I don't remember Ephram actually having a talk with his father about Colin and surgery. So, this is just a leap, and inspiration from something that Krissy said... What if it had just been a lie, something dark and jealous, of Ephram, that he said to Amy... what would it be indeed.
Disclaimer: The show and characters are not mine.

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Bright had been right.

Given who Ephram was thinking about, he was sure that being right wasn't something that happened often for Bright.

Truly miraculous material.

But, and no matter how he wanted to dodge round the facts with glib attempts at humour, Bright had been right.

Even if it was a lie that had brought out the truth.

Ephram stood there, seeming to be a statue amidst the well-lit confines of the library. His dark hair settled easily down upon his forehead, and his eyes were dark as well, and unreadable.

Behind him, hoarsely, he could hear Amy's sobs. The lighter haired girl was sitting still at the table, and he was looking back over his shoulder at her before he knew what was happening.

Not like he could control himself, as it was.

She was sitting there, bowed over, head in her hands.

And Ephram had lied.

But he'd seen it then and that thought crawled into his head and sat there and stagnated. There was no hope for himself and Amy, not now and not ever. There was Colin now, and Colin there would always be.

There was no hope.

No hope.

But that didn't mean that his mind would understand that, that he would be able to let go.

Letting go was not something he could do in this instance.

So he stood there and then the world span back into motion, and he was putting distance between himself and Amy's tears, carrying his lie heavily in his heart.

He never had talked to his father about Colin after all.

He was being jealous and spiteful and filled with hate.

And he had never talked to his father about Colin and what could possibly bring that teenager back from his endless sleep.

It wasn't such a bad feeling to feel.

It was just one lie and Ephram knew well how to lie. Living with his father had taught him that, that and those secrets that he and his mother had shared.

The library was a part of his life that he would put behind him and he would carry this lie with him and he would hold it in his heart. No one would have to know. Amy would never have to know.

Maybe she'd even talk to him again.

Ham, indeed.

"Well, if it isn't Ephram."

That was Bright's voice and Ephram knew it with a distaste that was like bile rising up in the back of his throat. And Bright was never alone.

"What do you want?" Ephram bit back, wanting to push past the block before him, that was Amy's older brother Bright.

"You were seeing Amy, weren't you."

It wasn't a question.

"It doesn't matter."

There was a melancholy darkness in Ephram's eyes and he knew it and for a moment Bright knew it too. Ephram was sure he could hear the world as it ground to a halt and then there was nothing but him and Bright's eyes and his own and the gripping sound of silence.

And then it was like the skidding of wheels as the world was moving again.

"So you know."

"Much good it'll do," Ephram said, and the moment passed as he was moving again, striding beyond the small group, putting distance between that unwanted obstacle that he had overcome.

Amy, too.

And he went forward, carrying his lies. That in the end, it wasn't hopeless. Because buried in his heart, there was a truth, one truth amidst the lies.

The end

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