Here is my next attempt at a fic! It's AU, the only thing I'm stealing from the show is the whole Dan's-other-son-joining-the-basketball-team-and-getting-injured storyline. Lucas is one year older than Nathan. This story will eventually be an NH story, so just read through the first chapter before jumping to conclusions…
And I don't own anything One Tree Hill related.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The incessant alarm clock woke him from his sleep. Its fate was met when Nathan picked it up and chucked it across the room. Sighing, he slowly got out of bed to start the day.
Today was the day.
Nathan walked over to the closet and pulled out the clothes he had laid out the night before. Black shirt, black pants, black everything. Black is the theme of the day, he thought. He got dressed slowly, each article of clothing making the situation more real, making the event minutes closer than before.
Once dressed, he walked down the hall to his 4 year old daughter Allie's room to find her sound asleep. She looks so much like her mother, Nathan thought, with her reddish hair and piercing green eyes. "Time to get up baby girl," he said gently, lifting her from her bed. He got her ready for the day also, putting on her only black dress. His wife always said black was too depressing for their child. Seemed kind of ironic in that moment. He carried Allie back to his room and placed her on the bed while he finished getting ready.
"Hey Nate, you ready to go," Lucas said walking into the bedroom.
"Almost," he mumbled.
"Okay, well I'll take Allie and meet you in the car," he said exiting the room.
Nathan finished tying his shoes and grabbed his jacket. "Here goes nothing," he said to himself heading for the car.
Today was the day he would bury his wife.
The car ride to the church was in complete silence, even Allie hadn't made a fuss. Maybe she knew what was going on today, if the dark clothes and depressing weather didn't give it away, he didn't know what did. Every once in awhile Lucas would look over at him, his older brother senses kicking in, but it didn't matter what Lucas said or did, nothing would take away the pain.
Nathan looked in the backseat to see Allie finally falling back asleep. She doesn't deserve this, he thought; no child should have to go through this. Hell, no husband should have to go through this.
"I'm home," Nathan called out as he walked into the apartment, but was greeted with silence. "Hey babe where are you?" He picked up his bag and walked further down the hall. Reaching their bedroom, he could hear her quiet sobs coming from the other side of the door.
"What's wrong," Nathan asked softly upon entering the room and finding her lying on the bed with tears streaming down her face. She didn't say a word, just motioned to the bathroom. Nathan walked in there to see a pregnancy test box sitting on the counter with the test right next to it.
It read positive.
Setting the test back down, he went and sat next to her on the bed. "It's okay," he said rubbing her back. "Don't cry, you know I hate to see you cry." She tried to stop her tears but she was just too scared to face the truth. "We're going to be parents! This is great news!"
"Good news!" She exclaimed sitting up to face him. "Nathan, I'm 19 years old! We're not ready to be parents; I'm not ready to have a child!"
"So it's unexpected, but you've always said you wanted to have kids."
"Not this early!"
"Come here," he sighed pulling her into his lap.
"We're too young, Nate," she whispered.
"We'll be fine."
"But what if I'm an awful mother?"
"You won't be, I've seen you in action at the children's center, you're great with all of the kids."
"I'm going to be a mom," she stated as if hearing it for the first time.
"That's what's going around town," he chuckled.
"Stop it," she playfully hit his arm. "Thanks Nathan."
"It's what I'm here for," he smiled and leaned down to softly press his lips against hers.
After the initial meltdown, she finally began to calm down and accept the fact that yes, they were going to become parents whether they liked it or not. Things got better as time went on. After finding out they were having a girl, she was absolutely ecstatic. And on May 27th, Allison Marie Scott was born.
"Alright boys, big tournament coming up, let's see some suicides," the Duke coach barked at his team. They all lined up and started running when a girl walked in. She went right up to the coach and whispered something in his ear. "Scott," he yelled and Nathan looked up. "You're about to become a father!" The rest of the team stopped and applauded while Nathan rushed to grab his things. "Go on, get out of here boy!" Nathan glanced over at Lucas who was going over stats. "Yes, Lucas can go too," he sighed. "But I expect both of you back here tomorrow!"
Lucas drove them to the hospital for Nathan feared he would surely crash. 'But Lucas is doing a pretty good job of making me worry about crashing,' he thought. "Slow down Luke."
"I don't want you to miss it!"
"If we get killed we're going to miss it!" Lucas slowed down from 80 to 75. 'Better than nothing I guess.'
They made it the hospital safely and the nurse directed Nathan to where his girlfriend was, while Lucas went to find whoever was in the waiting room.
"Nathan," she screamed when she saw him. "Where have you been?"
"Thank God you're here Nathan, I think my hand is numb," Brooke said, sitting next to her and holding her hand. "Next time your girlfriend is this pregnant, someone else can take her shopping. You're turn," she smiled standing up.
"Thanks Brooke," he said before she left the room. "How you holding up baby?"
"This is all your fault," she cried.
"I love you too," he laughed.
Four hours and twenty-one minutes later, Allie was born. What a great day that was, Nathan had been given the best gift, a daughter. He sighed, glancing out the window, watching the world pass by. Everything reminded him of her. Her eyes, her laugh, her smile, all features that he was interested in when he first met her.
"Excuse me, but could you tell me where Professor Murphy's room is?" A smiling redhead stopped him to ask. "I'm sort of lost."
"Clearly, or otherwise you would know it's on the other side of campus. You a freshman?" He figured she was considering he had slept through half the female population and had never seen her before. She was… different, unique. Not fake like the other bimbos always craving for his attention.
"Yeah," she laughed. "How did you guess?"
"Just smart like that," he smirked. "Come on, I'll walk you over there."
"But won't you be late for practice?" She motioned to the basketball he was holding and gym bag slung over his shoulder.
"They can wait for me," he winked.
And so he was late for practice that day, but he had learned a lot about this intriguing girl. Daytona, 18 years old, lived in Tree Hill until the age of 9 when her parents moved her to Charlotte.
"You mean, we lived in the same town for 9 years and we've never met until now?"
"Sometimes life just works out that way," she smiled shyly.
That was the beginning of a great friendship which in turn, became romance. It was only months after Daytona's 19th birthday that Allie was born. They married 3 years later towards the end of Nathan's senior year.
He smiled at the memory, remembering watching her profess her love for him. Then he shook his head trying to shake his mind of it. The days of love and happiness were gone. He couldn't live in a fantasy land anymore; he was just a mile away from reality. He glanced over at Lucas driving, who had that brooding look on his face. That look usually meant he was worried about Nathan, something his big brother did often.
Lucas. His once hated brother. Growing up, Nathan had been brought up against him. Dan made it clear he did not want to be associated with the "mistake." Instead, he tried to focus everyone's attention on what a great basketball player Nathan was. Weights, running, and everything else involved with basketball became a part of life. Anything to make him better then that "mistake."
But then it turned out that Dan's basketball genes had been inherited by both sons. Nathan's junior year, the "mistake" joined the basketball team. For over a year, the brothers feuded both on and off the court, even after Lucas graduated and was off at Duke. They fought until that one accident that left Lucas injured for life. "Basketball is over for you," the doctors had told him. And that was it. One moment, a car accident and a shattered shoulder bone, changed their lives forever.
Nathan had been driving around for awhile trying to clear his head of Dan's voice. "You were weak during that last game, your free throws look like crap. We're waking up at 5am tomorrow to work out; you looked winded during the 4th quarter." The drive wasn't really helping; he felt he would never live up to his father's expectations. Then he drove past this run down basketball court along the side of the river. A lone figure was running up and down the court, and occasionally shooting a ball at the hoop, but it never went in. As Nathan drove closer he realized it was Lucas, so he pulled his car up next to the court and got out.
"Should you really be playing, after just getting injured like that," Nathan questioned him
"The more I practice, the sooner I'll be back," he said shooting the ball and once again missing.
"Lucas," Nathan winced as Lucas grimaced in pain. "It's not that easy man."
"What am I going to do then?"
"There are other sports… You don't need arms to suck at soccer," he smirked.
"Easy for you to say, you're going to be running up and down that basketball court on Friday night," Lucas argued.
"Come on man," Nathan sighed. "You can't get hurt playing Playstation, let's go."
Nathan didn't know if it was from the guilt of treating him so poorly over the years or if he genuinely felt sorry for the guy, but at the time, he felt bad for Lucas. He didn't know what he would do if he could never play basketball again. And so the brothers began spending more time together, slowly developing a new friendship. The two had finally become brothers.
Nathan was jerked back to reality when they pulled into the church parking lot. This was it, his last chance to say goodbye to his wife. "Come on Nathan," he heard his brother say. "It's time." He eventually got the courage to get out of the car long after Lucas had taken Allie inside.
Finally, he walked into the silent church. People looked at him with eyes of pity, but he didn't want it. No matter how many times people said they were sorry, it wouldn't bring Daytona back. The sympathetic stares wouldn't erase the pain. He made his way to the front and took a seat between his mother and Lucas.
"We are here to celebrate the life of Daytona Catherine Scott," the priest began. "She was an amazing woman, a wonderful mother, a daughter anyone would be proud of, a great friend, and most of all, a loving wife."
Of course he knew what a great mother and wife she was, he didn't need to be reminded. Nathan couldn't listen much longer to the priest talking about life after death. He gazed around the church to see who had all come to mourn.
There was his cousin, Peyton, and Jake who had been dating for practically forever. Or at least for the last 4 years when they met during Jake's senior year and Peyton's freshmen year at NYU. Jenny was with them also, already 10 years old. When Jake was only 16, his girlfriend Nikki got pregnant, and shortly after Jenny's birth, she took off, never to be seen or heard from again.
Brooke was next to them with her latest boy toy. ..John was it? Or Joe? He couldn't remember, it was definitely a challenge to keep up with Brooke's love life. And everyone knew she did it just to make Lucas jealous. The two had dated off and on throughout high school, but things just never worked out. Nathan knew the feelings were still there, but they were both just too stubborn to admit it.
He saw Karen, holding Allie on her lap. She had been a godsend the last few days. Frankly, she had become like a second mother over the years. Keith was sitting with her. Nathan and his uncle never really talked until he was in college and started getting along with Lucas. As much as Dan wanted to keep himself away from Lucas, Keith was the opposite. He kept close, filling in that empty fatherly role. Now that everyone was older, Keith didn't think he was needed as much, but Lucas made sure to keep him around. He and Nathan always teamed up against Keith, trying to get him to admit his eternal love for Karen, but they were still waiting for it to happen.
Ah, and there was Tim, his best friend since elementary school. Although he could sometimes be annoying, his loyalty to Nathan was unbreakable. Tim was such a goofball, and could hardly ever get a date, but when Nathan had problems with Daytona, Tim was the person he'd turn to, even when he didn't have a lot of experience with relationships. He was always good for a laugh and a night out to get your mind off of things. And once again, here he was, being there when Nathan needed him most. But in all honesty, he cared deeply for Daytona too. Not in the way that would make Nathan beat him up, he always assured people, but in the way that Daytona always welcomed him into their home, despite all his juvenile antics. It just showed what a great heart she had.
Continuing around the church, Nathan spotted Daytona's parents, Ray and Denise. It seemed just like yesterday he had met them for the first time. They had invited him over for dinner one night over a summer vacation. "We just have to meet the man who our daughter cannot stop talking about," they said. However, they must have changed their mind sometime during the dinner about that. Or maybe it was when they caught him and Daytona making out on the front porch beforehand. Either way, the dinner was a disaster. First there was the interrogation, "So what are your intentions with my daughter," followed by awkward pauses, faces that turned 20 shades of red, and a sigh of relief when they said their goodbyes.
"I'm so sorry Nathan, I had no idea," Daytona pleaded.
"I know," he sighed. "Just glad it's over."
"You definitely aren't the only one."
That was a day Nathan tried not to remember often. Her parents never approved of their relationship, especially having a child out of wedlock. In fact, no one was even sure if they would come to the wedding, but on February 12th, there they were, dressed in their finest. "We want to be a part of our granddaughter's life," they had said. Daytona allowed them that, not wanting to have a bad relationship with her parents. Now that she was gone, what would happen? The only reason they were nice to him, was to keep Daytona happy. He was afraid that now his in-laws' true feelings and motives would reemerge.
Nathan turned his attention back to the front of the church. The first thing he saw was the casket, with her picture on the top. Oh, what he wouldn't do to see that face again! Damn that split second that took it away.
It was June 6th, the day after the draft. The day after the best day of Nathan's life. The day that would soon become the worst day of his life. That night, Dan was throwing a party to celebrate his son's great achievement. Nathan headed over early with to help his parents set up, even though they wouldn't let him do anything. "This party is for you Nathan," they had said. So he spent the next hour playing Barbie's with Allie and Jenny until Deb came to get him for the party. "If you need anything at all Jen, please come get me," he said before departing downstairs to celebrate.
The party had been going on for over 2 hours, it was nearing 10pm. It was going great; everyone was having a fabulous time. "If I could have everyone's attention please," Lucas said holding up his champagne glass. "I'd like to make a toast. To my brother, the newest member of the Charlotte Bobcats!" Everyone raised their glasses with him. "We all know he wouldn't have made it this far without his incredibly talented agent."
"If that's what you need to believe," Nathan shouted and glanced at the clock once again. Where was Daytona? That's when he noticed his father walking in the room with a solemn look on his face. "Son, can I talk to you outside for a minute?" Nathan got up and followed Dan out to the patio where he found his mom.
"What's going on?"
"Nathan," his mother sighed. "I don't want to have to tell you this…"
"What is it? Someone tell me. Now," he ordered, but all he got in return was his mother's sobs. "Mom?"
"Son," Dan cut in. "We just got a call from the hospital."
"Hospital!" Deb's cries just got louder.
"There was an accident," he paused. "On the way over here… a drunk driver collided with Daytona's car. An ambulance was called, but she… she died Nate, on the way to the hospital."
His wife. Dead.
One of the most caring people in the world was now dead because of someone's careless mistake. Nathan felt as if his entire world had just collapsed. His legs gave out as his father rushed to catch him before he hit the ground. "Come on, you can stay in our room tonight." And Dan helped him upstairs and into the bed, where he spent the next 24 hours.
Nathan felt tears spring to eyes at the memory. His mom grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze and mouthing, "It'll be okay." But how did she know? What if he was never okay?
"And now, Peyton Sawyer will do a reading," the priest said before sitting down. The curly blonde stood up and walked to the podium. With as confident of a voice as she could muster, she began to read.
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."
After a tearful Peyton sat down, the priest called up the last person to speak, Daytona's best friend. Nathan watched as she shakily made her way to the front of the church. He had never cared for her much and the feeling was mutual. She thought Daytona deserved better than him, and she made sure everyone knew that. The two always argued over trivial things, but seeing her up there, struggling to hold it together made him feel bad. He wasn't the only one to lose a wife; Daytona was lost as a daughter, a mother, and a best friend also. Finally reaching the podium, the 5'3" Duke graduate took a moment to collect herself. Then after clearing her throat, Haley James began to speak.
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