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Chapter Nine: I Get The Same Result

Blinking red and blue lights flashed before his eyes, and he blinked, letting out a low grown.

Hovering before his face, a familiar looking man with curly hair and brown eyes squeezed his hand. The tag on his EMT jacket read, 'Jake'. "Hey. Don't worry, okay? I'm going to take you on a little ride. You're going to be just fine, buddy."

He could hardly feel his body as he was lifted on to the stretcher. He could hardly breathe.

"How are the others?" Asked a brunette girl with a raspy voice and no makeup on. There was something familiar about her.

Jake shook his head, loading his stretcher into the ambulance. "The other guy's in critical condition. His ambulance left a couple minutes ago."

"And the girl?" She said softly.

He sighed, gesturing behind her. Surrounded by two police officers was a sheet that was clearly over a body. One hand stuck out from underneath it. Pink fingernails and a ring on the wedding finger.

"Dead upon arrival." Shrugged Jake.

-

The car halted to a stop outside the large mansion, and the door opened hesitantly. Nathan stepped out of the vehicle, rubbing his sweaty palms against his pants. He dug his heels into the gravel of the driveway, eyes shut. Was he really going to do this?

Yes, the voice in his head told him.

He approached the doorway, lifting a hand to knock. He failed, dropping his hand to his side weakly.

The door opened anyway.

"Little Brother." The words were warm, and Nathan knew he did not deserve them. He stared at his brother for a moment; the blue in his eyes and the pink of his lips. He was so alive.

"Luke." He breathed. Lucas made the first move, wrapping his arms around his brother tightly. Behind him, Nathan could clearly see the spot beneath the skylight. His last memory of that exact place consisted of Lucas's broken body, with multi-colored glass shards sprinkled across every direction.

He pulled away, forcing a smile.

They walked deeper into the house, towards the living room.

"Its been a long time. It's good to see you." Lucas said wisely. It was funny; the words had been neither extremely articulate nor entirely intelligent, but when Lucas uttered them, they still sounded wise.

"You too." He awkwardly handed Lucas the champagne bottle he assumed he'd brought to celebrate with.

Lucas accepted, placing the bottle down on a table. Beside that bottle sat three others, looking identical. Nathan hardly noticed, looking outside the window. One thing he'd always loved about this place was the views. North Carolina was far from extraordinary, but it could sometimes fool you to believe otherwise.

"You know," Nathan smiled sadly. "I don't even remember why we stopped talking."

"Doesn't matter," Lucas shrugged. "You're here. We're talking."

He swallowed. The remnants of that day were still with him. This was what had happened. This was how their conversation had gone.

He sighed, shaking his had. "I'm not sure that I can remember what happened."

"Your memory again." The words were almost cold. Almost angry.

Tears clogged his throat, and he hastily swallowed them. "I need to know what happened."

"Why do you want to go over this again?"

Nathan turned away from the window, looking towards all the photographs on the mantelpiece. There were a few of Haley; one with her hair pulled into a loose ponytail, and her hands on her waist in mock annoyance; another of her and Luke hugging; one of her sitting by a piano, face propped up by one hand while she played with the other.

There was one of Nathan and Lucas as children, playing with their father. He could hardly remember that day now. But they had looked happy. However, there was something wrong with the picture. What, he did not know. He could not place it.

"You," He stuttered, "you fell through the skylight."

He looked straight at Lucas, who's eyes had never left him. "Is that what happened?" Lucas paused. "I think you know exactly what happened. You just don't want to face it. I guess I can understand."

Nathan frowned, swallowing hard. "Where's Haley?" His voice cracked.

"Remember when the phone rang that night? It was her. She was coming back for you, Nathan."

He continued. "You were driving us from the house. From the cliffs. There's only one road you could have taken. There's no way that you could have seen.." Lucas trailed off, taking a seat on one of the couches.

"Seen what, Lucas?" He just wanted to know what had happened. He was sick and tired of this cat and mouse game.

A small smile formed on Lucas's lips. It wasn't one of evil, or one of sadness. Nathan could not place it, but it was then that it hit him.

Haley. They had crashed into Haley. Both times. Both accidents. He just hadn't realized. The Haley of his future had not existed.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this."

Lucas looked almost sympathetic for the slightest of moments. "There's only one simple rule in the game of life, Kid. Sooner of later, everyone has to stop playing."

"No," Nathan shook his head. "I was - I was going to fix it. This wasn't - I was going to make things okay. I thought I could change it."

He walked back towards the window. "You need to let this go, Nathan. For me. For Haley. For dad," A pause. "You died, Nate. We all did. And you can't move on from this until you let go. So let go."

"I need another chance," Nathan pleaded. "I know I can do better."

"Nathan, how many more chances do you think you should get?"

Flashes appeared before him.

-

"What do you want to know? I don't - I really don't know very much." Peyton met his gaze hesitantly, and he knew she was lying instantly.

"Patient's name is Nathan Scott. He was in a car accident with his brother. He was the driver." Doctor Hargrove nodded at the blonde nurse.

-

"Well, if it isn't Orson Wells, back from the future." Whitey rolled his eyes.

An older man walking with a wheeler watched as the young man was brought in, eyes widened in sadness.

-

"Whoa, there, buddy. Calm down. What are you doing?" Jake put an arm out to steady him.

Hovering before his face, a familiar looking man with curly hair and brown eyes squeezed his hand. The tag on his EMT jacket read, 'Jake'. "Hey. Don't worry, okay? I'm going to take you on a little ride. You're going to be just fine, buddy."

-

"Oh, there's the old Nathan Scott I know and love," She lowered her voice. "So, Sweetie, are we clear on the terms of our arrangement?"

"How are the others?" Asked a brunette girl with a raspy voice and no makeup on.

-

"I'm going to check the database to figure out why you were here two years ago. I think it'll clear some stuff up for the both of us. Can I trust you to go back to your room and wait for me?" Doctor Roe eyed him in a stern way that felt almost friendly. Almost caring. Like a father.

There was one of Nathan and Lucas as children, playing with their father. He could hardly remember that day now. But they had looked happy. However, there was something wrong with the picture. What, he did not know. He could not place it.

-

"20:04."

"Clear!" The nurse called out once more.

His body jumped - a hand sliding off the table.

The nurse winced, and Doctor Hargrove shook his head with a sigh. "One, two, three."

"Clear!"

Nothing.

"Clear!"

There was no movement. The boy was clearly gone.

Doctor Hargrove sighed, swallowing the lump in his throat. "That's it. Time of death?"

The nurse checked her watch.

"20:06."

-

The End.

Yes, that's it.

The ending probably confused the hell out of most of you, so I'm going to attempt to clear it up for you.

This story takes place between 20:04 and 20:06 (2004 and 2006). While Nathan is dying, he's replaying what happened in his head, and is trying to make sense of what happened and what will happen with the little memory he has left. So every person he saw at the hospital, he incorporated in his dream. Brooke, Jake, Peyton, Dr. Hargrove, and even Whitey. Doctor Roe was actually his own father. So yes, Dan Scott was actually not Lucas and Nathan's father, Keith was.

By making himself married, Nathan didn't allow himself and Haley to truly be together. He was mirroring reality with his dream. When he allowed himself to finally piece together what had happened, he quickly did everything he could to change what happened, but the result was inevitable. He could not stop or change life's course, especially not in his own reality.

So, yes, Nathan died. The hero truly does die in this one.

If anyone is still confused, feel free to ask me questions. If you're an anonymous user, just leave your e-mail, and I'll answer that way.

But anyway, I have to say, I'm really sad to end this story. I had a wonderful time writing it, and I loved hearing everyone shoot out guesses as to what had actually happened. I heard a couple crazy ones, but I loved each and every one nonetheless.

Kudos to Duckygirl, who pretty must got what was going on by the end. I'm extremely proud of you for getting it. Hehe.

I'd also like to thank Ababy99, Chris-Crips, xSmile, NaLeYBaBiixo, naleyluv, chebelle, HaleynNathan23, iftheyonlyknewthetruth, Nathanlvr, mistydm, Lexi024, nemo123489, and Nathan4Haley for reviewing this last chapter.

Special thanks to thedreamygirl and Hermoine781 for their reviews. I really enjoyed reading what you both had to say throughout the entire story.

God, I'm just really going to miss the whole mystery of this story. Haha. I hope to one day write another story kind of like this.

Everyone (who hasn't already) should go rent 'The I Inside' now! It's an awesome movie, and Ryan Philippe is gorgeous as always.

Also, some shameless plugging here. If anyone wants to go check out my other story, 'Movie Script Ending' feel free to do so. I have some big plans for that one, and let me tell you - it is far from over.

I'm also planning to start a new story soon. This one will be a Brucas (Brooke/Lucas), and I plan on having it up within the next couple of weeks, hopefully. It'll be very dramatic, and will most likely also have tons of Naley and Jeyton as well.

I hope to hear from everyone here again:D

Love,

Marissa Davis