The following is my version of What Should Have Happened on The O.C. Episode 7: Tijuana Trip. First I would like to thank Jen Helgerson not only for encouraging me to write it but also for doing all of the hard work in deciphering the dialogue from the episode (and for hopefully not minding that I used some of it in this fic!) You may find similarities between our stories, but it’s only because anyone watching this episode KNOWS what should have happened, there’s no other way around it. I hope you all enjoy! :D

The O.C. and all its characters are property of FOX television broadcasting. Of course I could take Seth home and eat him with a spoon but I’m sure neither he nor FOX would appreciate that.

This is a What Should Have Happened style fiction that involves the spanking of a 16 year old girl. If that is not your idea of a good read then please click delete. If this does hold an interest to you please proceed.


General Concept of the Show:

Ryan Atwood, 16, is arrested for along with his older brother for vandalism. Sent to juvenile hall he meets his defense attorney Sandy Cohen. After getting Ryan off on probation Sandy tries to further assist the boy but is met with resistance. He gives him his card ‘just in case’ and the two part their separate ways.

Ryan returns home to Chino, CA to a run down apartment with a drunkard for a mother and no father. Mom’s current boyfriend doesn’t like Ryan and with his help mom kicks her boy out of the home. Out on the streets with no where to go Ryan calls Sandy as a last resort. Sandy picks him up and takes him home to stay the weekend, where Ryan meets Sandy’s wife Kirsten and their 16 year old son Seth.

Home for the Cohen’s is ritzy Newport Beach in Orange County, CA. Money rules here, as Ryan soon finds out and while the Cohen’s are not the typical OC family (they’re actually down to earth and very nice) Ryan soon meets others. Marissa Cooper, 16 year old daughter of Jimmy and Julie and next door neighbors to the Cohen’s. Luke and Summer, Marissa’s boyfriend and best friend are soon thrown into the mix, both stereotypical ‘rich kids’ who dislike Ryan immediately. Marissa and Ryan quickly develop a mutual crush, each reluctant to act on it.

Over time Ryan’s weekend stay turns into an official ‘guardianship’ for the Cohen’s, and Ryan moves into the family pool house. Ryan and Seth quickly develop a close relationship, with Ryan in the role of more experienced older ‘brother’ to Seth’s quirky, dorky, smart-aleck younger ‘brother.’
Episode 7 Background

It’s the final weekend before the beginning of the school year and tradition dictates that the teens of Newport Beach spend it in Tijuana, Mexico. Seth has been waiting for this moment all summer and is in the process of trying to convince his best pal (and surrogate brother) Ryan to join him. Seth has the perfect alibi in place: a weekend in San Diego at Comicon, which he attends every year. After much persuasion (and subconsciously hoping that Marissa will be going) Ryan decides to go along.

Meanwhile Summer finds herself stranded for a ride as all of her other friends vehicles are full and her best friend Marissa has decided to bail on her. Like a knight in shining armor (at least that’s _his_ vision of things) Seth comes to the rescue, offering a ride to Mexico along with Ryan and himself. With a roll of the eyes Summer accepts.

The next day in the Cohen driveway Sandy stands talking to the boys, telling them to have a good time at the comic convention while Summer excuses herself and walks to Marissa’s in a last-ditch effort to get her to come. Convinced by her best friend and her father Marissa packs her bags and heads next door to the Cohen’s.

The ride to Tijuana is an uncomfortable one, with Ryan and Marissa in the back seat not speaking. (Author’s Note: Episode 6 was the catalyst for their fight: Marissa caught Ryan making out with another woman which led to her giving her virginity to Luke.) Seth and Summer are in the front and bickering like an old married couple. A skirmish ensues, causing them to careen off of the road and breaking the front axle of the vehicle.

Laid up for the night in a dingy motel room while the SUV is being repaired we find our four friends tired, hungry and somewhat grumpy. The following is what should have happened in the motel scene.

A “What Should Have Happened” Fic

Fumbling with the key Seth inserted it into the lock and jiggled the doorknob. Looking at Ryan he raised his eyebrows as he heaved his shoulder against the door, forcing it open.

“Ewwww,” Summer whined as she walked inside. The room was a far cry from attractive, with a full -sized bed and a fold-out couch taking up most of the floor space. The matted carpet looked like it could use another run of the vacuum and the worn comforter on the bed appeared to have seen its share of action.

“Well, it’s not exactly the honeymoon suite,” Seth smirked as he put his suitcase on the floor next to the bed. He looked around the room and quickly noticed the two sleeping areas. He looked at Ryan and nodded his head, a smile spreading across his lips.

Ryan shook his head slightly. The ride with Marissa had almost been unbearable. How had things gotten so out of control? How could he be in her good graces one moment and then so quickly cast aside? ‘Well, having her catch you making out with your best friend’s Grandfather’s girlfriend didn’t help’ he told himself as he listened to Marissa reassure everybody that their stay at the motel was only for one night. His thoughts were quickly brought back to the present as he listened to Summer squeal for the umpteenth time.

“Sweet. Do we have to pay extra for the pubes?” Summer asked sarcastically as she made a gagging noise. “This is so gross you guys. I can not stay here.”

Seth rolled his eyes as he busied himself with unpacking his toiletry bag. After hitching a ride in the back of a farm truck with a load of chickens he was positive he’d never craved a shower more in his life. With his shampoo in hand he walked towards the bathroom.

Marissa looked at Ryan then back at her friend. “Look Summer, we’re lucky that guy even stopped for us. We could still be stuck on the side of the road,” she reminded her.

"Yeah, well, we'd be even luckier if Cole Trickle here hadn't driven us off the road," Summer replied, jerking her head at Seth.

Hearing the accusation Seth turned to face his accuser. "Who the HELL is Cole Trickle?" he asked, clearly annoyed.

Summer closed her eyes. "Tom Cruise? Days of Thunder?" she answered condescendedly as she shook her head in disbelief.

Exasperated, Marissa put her hands on her hips. "Hey guys, can we try to be positive here?"

Seth looked at Marissa and offered a smirk before looking at Summer. “Yeah. Okay. I am positive that this is Summer's fault." he said as he eyed her carefully, almost challenging her to a comeback.

Ignoring his challenge Summer looked around the room once more. "I am positive that I'm leaving this place with a rash."

"Oh, so you plan on making some extra money tonight?" Seth said, unable to let such a classic opening slip by.

Summer glared at Seth once more, reached into one of her bags and retrieved her toiletries. Shoving past Seth she roughly pushed him aside as she walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.

“Ewww, this bathroom is so ewww,” they could hear her squeal as she turned on the shower.

As Marissa walked outside Ryan sat on the edge of the bed next to Seth and rested his elbows on his knees. He looked hard at the floor before meeting the younger boy’s eyes. “What do you see in her?” he asked as he jerked his head towards the bathroom door.

Seth exhaled. He bit his bottom lip and looked back at Ryan. “I don’t know, dude. I can’t explain it. She’s bitchy, she’s vain, she’s rude…,”

“She’s a brat.” Ryan interrupted.

“Yeah, a brat,” Seth agreed. “But I love her, man. Always have…always will, I guess.”

“But how? I mean, doesn’t she drive you nuts?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah,” Seth said quietly, nodding his head. “But what am I going to do?”

“Put her in her place, that’s what.” Ryan replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“Put her in her place? Where are you from, Afghanistan?” Seth asked with a chuckle. “Sorry to break it to you bud, but girls have just as many rights as boys now. A little something called the…”

“Shut up.” Ryan said as he nudged Seth in the arm. “I’m not talking about women’s rights or anything. I’m not even talking about boys versus girls. I’m talking about brats, little brats who need to learn appropriate….behavior.”

Seth opened his mouth to respond when a light bulb went off over his head. “Ahhh,” he managed. “_Appropriate behavior_. Perhaps maybe, oh I don’t know. An attitude adjustment?” he asked, patting his knee.

Ryan noticed the hand gesture and nodded. “Of course, I’ve never been in your position myself, but I’ve heard it works wonders. Do you think it’s something you can handle?”

“Trust me, after the day I’ve handled thus far if it came down to _that_ it would be both an honor and a pleasure!” Seth laughed.

“Ok, then I’m going to head out, see if I can get Marissa to talk to me.” Ryan said as he made his way to the door.

“Yeah, well good luck on that.” Seth said sincerely as he watched his friend leave the room. Grabbing the remote he plopped down on the side of the bed and began flipping through the channels. “Hey, static. That’s awesome” he said aloud.

“What are you doing?” Summer asked as she opened the bathroom door. Clad in a short off-white satin nightgown with lace trim she ran her fingers through her shoulder-length brown hair and walked towards the bed, glancing at the television.

“Almost watching TV,” Seth replied. “This is either SpongeBob SquarePants or JAG.”

Taking her place in front of the television Summer placed both of her hands on her hips. “Get off of the bed,” she commanded. “The sooner I go to sleep, the sooner it will be morning and this nightmare will be over.”
Ignoring her Seth continued flipping through the channels. If the girl thought she could just order him out of the bed, the bed which _he_ had paid for (a fact he would be sure to remind her of), then she had another think coming.

“I’m not sleeping on that couch.” Summer continued, pointing to the fold out. “It’s stained and smells foul. You sleep there.”

Seth broke his gaze from the television to look at the girl. He smiled sweetly though his eyes said something different. “After you’ve made it sound so appealing?” he said as he adjusted himself on the bed. “Right. Have Fun. Goodnight.”

Summer glared, her jaw dropping to her chest. “Come on!” she yelled. “Get off of the bed!”

Seth looked at her and cocked his head slightly. “Nope,” he smirked.

Summer pouted. Walking towards the bed she lowered her head and looked at Seth, her big brown eyes pleading with him. “Be like a gentleman,” she whined.

Clasping his hands behind his head Seth inhaled deeply and shook his head. “Chivalry’s dead, sugar.”

Gasping aloud Summer balled her hands into fists and pounded them on the outside of her thighs. Glancing once more at the stained couch she made a small gagging sound as she stomped over to the opposite side of the bed and ripped down the covers.

“You’re just a jerk, you know that?” she asked as she went through the exaggerated motions of turning down her side of the bed. “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend. You’ve got to learn how to treat a lady…”

“Funny, I don’t see any ladies in here.” Seth interrupted, looking around the room.

Summer faked a laugh and stuck out her tongue. “Always ready with a joke, huh Cohen. Yeah, like _that’s_ going to bring them running.”

“Well, it got you in the sheet’s, didn’t it?” Seth asked as he flipped off the television.

“Ugh, don’t even joke. I’d hate to have to puke all over this nice, clean bedspread.” Summer punched at her pillow and snuggled into her sheets with a huff. She felt the bed shift and quickly sat up. “Oh, and you make a move, I rip out your jugular.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed Seth had bent over to untie his shoes. Summer’s constant whining had grated on his last nerve and he knew if he didn’t get away from her soon he may just have to resort to what Ryan had hinted at. Not that he would _mind_, but he knew that once that bridge was crossed there would be no going back. ‘Back to what, the wonderful bliss we share now?’ he sarcastically asked himself as the words of Summer’s threat penetrated his thoughts. He turned his head to look at her.

“Hey, pillow talk.” he smirked as he winked at the young girl behind him. Turning his attention back to his shoes he did not notice as Summer rose to her knees and grabbed her pillow, holding it high above her head.

“Pillow talk _this_, Cohen,” she yelled as she brought the pillow racing down on the back of his head. The force pushed Seth forward and he had to brace himself with his hands to keep from crashing head first into the carpet. Slowly he stood and turned to face his lady love.

“That’s _it_,” he said quietly and in three strides he was at Summer’s side. Plopping onto the bed beside her he grabbed her by her forearm and jerked her off of her knees and over his lap.

“What are you _doing_!” Summer screamed. “Let me _go_!”

“Nuh uh, no way. You and I have some issues to work out and since talking to you is an impossibility we’re going to try something else,” Seth said as he wrapped his arm around Summer’s small waist. Being a hot-blooded teenage boy he took the obligatory moment to notice how this position caused her short nightgown to rise over her curvaceous bottom, showcasing her delicate satin bikini panties. Shaking all lewd thoughts out of his head (but being sure to store them away for later) he hardened himself for the task at hand.

Summer stared at the disgusting ratty carpet less than a foot from her face. Fully aware of the vulnerable position her bottom was in she began wiggling and trying to fight her way off of Seth’s lap. Her efforts were met with a sharp swat in the middle of her bottom. “OW!” she cried.

“Sweetheart, that is just the beginning,” Seth warned her as he raised his hand again, bringing it crashing down on her bottom once more. Again and again his hand spanked her small bottom, alternating from one cheek to the next. On the tenth smack he began the lecture.

“Summer, I have had *smack* it with your constant *smack* complaining and whining. *smack* You’re selfish *smack*, inconsiderate, *smack* and…well, a brat *smack*.”

Struggling over his knees Summer listened as Seth chastised her like a little girl. ‘How _dare_ him!’ she wanted to scream but the only sound that could escape her lips were muffled cries of stinging pain.

Seth continued her spanking, watching as her bottom struggled against each smack. He watched as she wiggled from side to side, trying to escape the blows. Suddenly about halfway through she stopped wiggling and started rocking forward and back, pressing herself against his thighs. Seth noticed and quickly decided to end the spanking. He was pretty certain he had made his point. Also, he could feel himself becoming aroused by the situation and did not want, no, would not _allow_ Summer to see him in that vulnerable a position.

Sobbing aloud, Summer moaned as the final spank landed on her punished bottom. She was mortified at the idea of being over Seth Cohen’s lap, dying at the thought of this comic-reading dork spanking her pantied bottom; yet at the same time she found she was extremely aroused by it. Midway through she had found herself rocking her hips uncontrollably with each smack. This notion frightened her though and she tried shamefully to shove all of these new and confusing feelings aside as she felt the grip on her waist lessen.

Seth helped her up and sat her on the bed beside him. She hissed slightly as her reddened bottom hit the bedspread and blushed. Sniffling she wiped at the tears on her face.

Seth watched her for any sign of retaliation and when he found none he was both shocked and pleased. ‘Maybe Ryan was right. Maybe that was what she needed after all,’ he thought as he took her chin in his hand.

“Summer…” he began as she sniffled again and broke away from his grasp. “Look, I’m not sorry for what I did. You _were_ being a brat.”

“Don’t call me that,” Summer whispered.

“Well, learn to behave and use your manners and I won’t.” Seth answered back.

Summer gasped and glared at Seth, who promptly mocked her gasp and glared back. Summer crossed her arms and looked away with a huff.

“Listen,” Seth said gently. “It’s no secret how I feel about you. I mean, I’m not very good at hiding my emotions,” he admitted. “But even I have my limits.”

Summer slowly allowed her eyes to meet his. Red, puffy and brimming with salty tears, Seth couldn’t help but think they were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Summer noticed the way he looked at her and blushed. It wasn’t a look of lust or desire; she had been the object of those many times before. This one was different: caring, kind, loving…a look she could not remember ever receiving before in her 16 years. She liked it, a lot, and it scared her. Feeling herself being pulled into his gaze she shuddered and looked down.

“Can I go to bed now?” she asked in a quivering voice.

“Yeah,” Seth answered, resisting the urge to comment on the connection he felt they had just made. ‘She’ll just deny it,’ he told himself as he watched her climb in under the sheets. Standing above her he pulled the blanket up to her chin and laid it softly on her chest before grabbing his toiletry bag and heading for the restroom.

Lying in bed Summer turned onto her stomach. She reached back and rubbed her spanked bottom, a smile spreading across her lips as she thought of the caring, kind and loving look she had seen in Seth’s eyes. Is it possible she misjudged him? Could he be more than just the nerdy wimp she had ignored for all of these years? Could he be…the one? Pondering this she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the boy in the shower who showed her the man she never knew she always wanted.