An Unkindess of Ravens
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M through R › One Tree Hill
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,962
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own One Tree Hill, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Birds of Paradise
Warnings and Disclaimers: See chapter one
A/N: I realize I took the easy way out with this. I'll try to make it up to you guys in other ways.
Nathan felt like he was in a fog or a tunnel or some other vacuous place. Darkness seemed to surround him. There were noises too. The sound of raging water or maybe he was hearing the roar of the crowd at one of his games. Something was squeezing him so tight that he ached. A voice kept whispering in his ear, “Hang on, I’ve got you. Don’t let go.” Everything seemed to hurt and he’s tired, too tired to concentrate hard enough to really make sense of what’s happened to him.
Later it got quiet. There may have be footsteps coming in and out of his room but he can’t be sure. He’s not even sure if he’s in a room. He tried to remember something important that he meant to do. He tried to understand where he was and why there was so much whispering around him. He thought he could pick out a word or two. Mostly he heard his name spoken in low solemn tones that frighten him. The voices faded and one stood out among them. For Nathan it is the only one that matters now.
When Nathan opened his eyes, he was in a room with harsh white light. Every part of him ached. Voices swirled around him and it was hard to focus on one in particular. His memory was hazy and he struggled to figure out just what was happening to him.
“Welcome back,” a soft voice spoke, rising above the noise of all the other voices.
Nathan felt a warm sensation, something touching him, stroking his hand. His eyes focused and for a minute he believed he must be in heaven. The face was angelic, smiling, welcoming him.
“Am I dead?”
The beautiful blond creature smiled and assured him that he wasn’t.
“Lucas?”
“In the flesh,” his brother smiled, still stroking his hand.
“Where am I?”
“In a hospital.”
That’s when he realized the creature he mistook for an angel was sitting in a wheelchair.
“Oh my god, the storm,” Nathan panicked, trying to sit up. “You’re hurt.”
“Sssh, leg’s broken,” he said, “placing his palm flat against his brother’s chest to hold him still. “I’ll live.”
“What about the others?” Everything came rushing back to him; Lucas, the rape, the recorded confession. “The tape, did I lose it?”
“Don’t need it,” Lucas replied. There was a hint of sorrow mixed with relief.
Nathan watched his brother with a questioning look.
“They didn’t make it,” the blond finally said.
“Lucas.” Nathan reached out for his brother, caressing the hand that rested on his chest.” “Are you okay?”
“It’s weird. When I found out, I wanted to be happy but I realized it didn’t change anything. It didn’t change what they did to me, what they took from me.”
Lucas stared at his hand, tangling his fingers in between his brothers.
“When you’re ready, we’ll get help.”
“Let’s just worry about getting you out of here.” Lucas moved his wheelchair closer and stroked his brother’s face.
“Where are my parents?” Nathan asked, eyeing the door.
“Getting coffee with my mom.”
“Good. I’m glad you’re the first person I saw.”
Lucas blushed and looked away, letting his hand fall back to his brother’s chest.
“So what’s wrong with me?” Nathan asked.
“Fractured hip, concussion, dislocated shoulder.”
“How long have I been out?”
“Just a few days.”
“Lucas, did you mean what you said...about being gay?”
“What made you think of that?”
“I don’t know, you stroking my face, me kissing you at the house.”
Lucas jerked his hand away.
“I’m sorry; I’m being an ass again, huh?”
“No, it’s just...so much has happened. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m just confused.”
Nathan watched his brother, trying to gage just what was going on inside his head.
“I’m not.” Nathan said. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life”“We were both under a lot of stress,” Lucas smiled shyly.
“Maybe, but there’s only one way to know for sure.”
“How?”
“Kiss me again.”
“You’re parents will be back soon,” Lucas answered nervously.
“So, is that a yes I would kiss you again if your parents weren’t coming back?” Nathan smiled.
“Nathan, I can’t do this right now,” Lucas shook his head. “Not after everything that happened. It would just be too weird.”
Nathan nodded. “Sorry, it was thoughtless of me to suggest it.”
“I should get back to my room. I’m being discharged today.”
“Lucas,” Nathan called after him, “can I come see you when I get out?”
“I’d like that.”
“Me too,” Nathan smiled, relaxing against the pillows and closing his eyes. He suddenly felt extremely tired. “Will you come back before you leave?”
“Yeah, I promise. Nathan,” Lucas paused, “I have the tape.”
The brunette forced his eyes open and studied his brother.
“When I tell my mom, I’d like you to be there. I’d like her to know what you did for me.”
“I will,” Nathan said groggily, “I promise.”
The last thing Nathan remembered before drifting off to sleep was the sound of wheels rolling closer and the feel of a weight on the bed and finally, soft lips pressed against his own.
A/N: I realize I took the easy way out with this. I'll try to make it up to you guys in other ways.
Nathan felt like he was in a fog or a tunnel or some other vacuous place. Darkness seemed to surround him. There were noises too. The sound of raging water or maybe he was hearing the roar of the crowd at one of his games. Something was squeezing him so tight that he ached. A voice kept whispering in his ear, “Hang on, I’ve got you. Don’t let go.” Everything seemed to hurt and he’s tired, too tired to concentrate hard enough to really make sense of what’s happened to him.
Later it got quiet. There may have be footsteps coming in and out of his room but he can’t be sure. He’s not even sure if he’s in a room. He tried to remember something important that he meant to do. He tried to understand where he was and why there was so much whispering around him. He thought he could pick out a word or two. Mostly he heard his name spoken in low solemn tones that frighten him. The voices faded and one stood out among them. For Nathan it is the only one that matters now.
When Nathan opened his eyes, he was in a room with harsh white light. Every part of him ached. Voices swirled around him and it was hard to focus on one in particular. His memory was hazy and he struggled to figure out just what was happening to him.
“Welcome back,” a soft voice spoke, rising above the noise of all the other voices.
Nathan felt a warm sensation, something touching him, stroking his hand. His eyes focused and for a minute he believed he must be in heaven. The face was angelic, smiling, welcoming him.
“Am I dead?”
The beautiful blond creature smiled and assured him that he wasn’t.
“Lucas?”
“In the flesh,” his brother smiled, still stroking his hand.
“Where am I?”
“In a hospital.”
That’s when he realized the creature he mistook for an angel was sitting in a wheelchair.
“Oh my god, the storm,” Nathan panicked, trying to sit up. “You’re hurt.”
“Sssh, leg’s broken,” he said, “placing his palm flat against his brother’s chest to hold him still. “I’ll live.”
“What about the others?” Everything came rushing back to him; Lucas, the rape, the recorded confession. “The tape, did I lose it?”
“Don’t need it,” Lucas replied. There was a hint of sorrow mixed with relief.
Nathan watched his brother with a questioning look.
“They didn’t make it,” the blond finally said.
“Lucas.” Nathan reached out for his brother, caressing the hand that rested on his chest.” “Are you okay?”
“It’s weird. When I found out, I wanted to be happy but I realized it didn’t change anything. It didn’t change what they did to me, what they took from me.”
Lucas stared at his hand, tangling his fingers in between his brothers.
“When you’re ready, we’ll get help.”
“Let’s just worry about getting you out of here.” Lucas moved his wheelchair closer and stroked his brother’s face.
“Where are my parents?” Nathan asked, eyeing the door.
“Getting coffee with my mom.”
“Good. I’m glad you’re the first person I saw.”
Lucas blushed and looked away, letting his hand fall back to his brother’s chest.
“So what’s wrong with me?” Nathan asked.
“Fractured hip, concussion, dislocated shoulder.”
“How long have I been out?”
“Just a few days.”
“Lucas, did you mean what you said...about being gay?”
“What made you think of that?”
“I don’t know, you stroking my face, me kissing you at the house.”
Lucas jerked his hand away.
“I’m sorry; I’m being an ass again, huh?”
“No, it’s just...so much has happened. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m just confused.”
Nathan watched his brother, trying to gage just what was going on inside his head.
“I’m not.” Nathan said. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life”“We were both under a lot of stress,” Lucas smiled shyly.
“Maybe, but there’s only one way to know for sure.”
“How?”
“Kiss me again.”
“You’re parents will be back soon,” Lucas answered nervously.
“So, is that a yes I would kiss you again if your parents weren’t coming back?” Nathan smiled.
“Nathan, I can’t do this right now,” Lucas shook his head. “Not after everything that happened. It would just be too weird.”
Nathan nodded. “Sorry, it was thoughtless of me to suggest it.”
“I should get back to my room. I’m being discharged today.”
“Lucas,” Nathan called after him, “can I come see you when I get out?”
“I’d like that.”
“Me too,” Nathan smiled, relaxing against the pillows and closing his eyes. He suddenly felt extremely tired. “Will you come back before you leave?”
“Yeah, I promise. Nathan,” Lucas paused, “I have the tape.”
The brunette forced his eyes open and studied his brother.
“When I tell my mom, I’d like you to be there. I’d like her to know what you did for me.”
“I will,” Nathan said groggily, “I promise.”
The last thing Nathan remembered before drifting off to sleep was the sound of wheels rolling closer and the feel of a weight on the bed and finally, soft lips pressed against his own.