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Brother From Another Planet
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M through R › One Tree Hill
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,252
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Brother From Another Planet
A/N: I have permission from Miss Meehan to post this story.
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Nathan still remembers every ugly word he said to his half brother the night he disappeared. He relives that night over and over in his sleep and sometimes even when he's awake. It's been three years since the last time he's seen his brother. Three years since Karen's angry accusations, the investigation that followed. Three years of shame the killed the Tree Hill Ravens team, tarnished the names of the others involved. It's been three years since Tim, he and the others drove off, leaving Lucas soaking wet by the stream they'd dumped him in.
'Well, well. The gang’s all here. I told you it was gonna get worse. Now, see, normally this is when you become part of the team. We’d have a keg, tell some war stories… but you had to know that wasn’t going to happen, right? Look… these guys made a choice to back me. But we’re going to be nice, and we’re going to let you walk away. Just quit the team, man. Otherwise, it’s going to get ugly. Let’s get out of here.'
He'd seen the look of anger and hurt on his half-brother's face. It was etched in his memory banks. He remembers dropping the gang off and heading to his parents beach house to knock back a few beers alone. He remembers Karen Roe showing up at their front door the following night, demanding to know what happened to her son. He remembers Tim Smith calling frantically trying to beg forgiveness for blabbing about the previous night when the cops got involved two days later. He remembers Haley shunning him.
Nathan drove to the stream where they'd left Lucas a few days later, hoping to find some clue as to what happened to the blond teen. Instead he found the police tailing him, taking him in for questioning, accusing him of going back to the scene of the crime. All he could think of was Tim turning on the rest of them, blaming him for a crime that never happened.
It didn't even matter to him anymore when the investigation became public and Whitey and Principal Turner made a decision in the best interest of the school. It certainly didn't matter that his dad seemed angrier about his being kicked off the team than that his other son was missing. With no alibi and no Lucas to be found, he became the town pariah and prime suspect. He doesn't even know why he stayed. Maybe part of him was hoping Lucas would come back, say I got you back and everything would be okay. By the end of the second week, he knew that wasn't going to happen.
He closed in on himself, shunning the few friends he had left. Tim was a die hard till the day his parents moved away, no longer able to bear the shame of being the parents of a suspected murderer. The day the case against them was closed a year later for lack of evidence was no comfort at all for Nathan. All he wanted was to go back in time, tell Lucas welcome to the team and see his face again.
Something odd happened during his absence. Nathan began to worship him, idolize him, maybe even love him. That one crazy photo that led to all sorts of scandalous accusations including rape-murder was the only picture he had left. Lucas, half-naked with two basketballs covering him had even made the papers. A new scandal about the Tree Hill basketball team emerged and in the end, even Whitey Durham could not escape the scrutiny of the press and the backlash of public opinion. Soon Principal Turner had to let Whitey go as well.
Avoiding Karen was becoming more and more difficult. She became one of those Lifetime Channel movie mothers. She stalked him relentlessly, waiting for him to slip up. Keith Scott, his own uncle supported her insanity wholeheartedly, even showing up drunk one night and fighting with Dan because he wouldn't force Nathan to turn himself in. When the Jimmy Edwards shooting happened and Keith died, the town seemed to forget about him and so did Karen. Despondent, she eventually ended up in an asylum. Dan magnanimously paid for it. With the school name in shambles from two scandals, Nathan dropped out, finding work with his uncle Cooper in Greensboro. Working as a member of the pit crew at his uncle's racetrack was a far cry from his hoop dreams of three years ago. Broken and tired from the daily grind, Nathan went home to the room he rented from his uncle and flicked on the tv, promising himself to shower a little later. He stopped on a live report from Seattle, WA about a ball of light heading for Mt. Ranier.
“Probably a fucking comet,” he muttered, about to turn. The flash of light was so bright that it interfered with the cameras taping the scene. That caused Nathan to pause from switching channels.
When the dust cleared, an excited reported exclaimed that hundreds of people had suddenly appeared from out of nowhere. The camera panned across the crowd that appeared out of the fog and light. The beer Nathan was clutching, dropped from his hand, spilling to the floor. He lunged from his chair, touching the television searching for what he thought he saw.
“Uncle Cooper!” Nathan yelled, fingers splayed against the screen. “It's him, it's him...Uncle Cooper!”
The older brunette burst into the room thinking Nathan had dropped off to sleep and was having another nightmare about his brother.
“Nate, what the yell do you think you're doing?” Cooper grabbed Nathan by the arms, trying to pull him up.
“There, there, there,” Nathan yelled, “it's him!”
Cooper stopped and looked. “Holy shit,” Cooper cried out. He'd seen that face dozens of times in the papers and he'd seen it in the shrine Nathan kept by his bed. “Is that?”
The camera panned across one more time.
“It's Lucas. He's come back.
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Nathan still remembers every ugly word he said to his half brother the night he disappeared. He relives that night over and over in his sleep and sometimes even when he's awake. It's been three years since the last time he's seen his brother. Three years since Karen's angry accusations, the investigation that followed. Three years of shame the killed the Tree Hill Ravens team, tarnished the names of the others involved. It's been three years since Tim, he and the others drove off, leaving Lucas soaking wet by the stream they'd dumped him in.
'Well, well. The gang’s all here. I told you it was gonna get worse. Now, see, normally this is when you become part of the team. We’d have a keg, tell some war stories… but you had to know that wasn’t going to happen, right? Look… these guys made a choice to back me. But we’re going to be nice, and we’re going to let you walk away. Just quit the team, man. Otherwise, it’s going to get ugly. Let’s get out of here.'
He'd seen the look of anger and hurt on his half-brother's face. It was etched in his memory banks. He remembers dropping the gang off and heading to his parents beach house to knock back a few beers alone. He remembers Karen Roe showing up at their front door the following night, demanding to know what happened to her son. He remembers Tim Smith calling frantically trying to beg forgiveness for blabbing about the previous night when the cops got involved two days later. He remembers Haley shunning him.
Nathan drove to the stream where they'd left Lucas a few days later, hoping to find some clue as to what happened to the blond teen. Instead he found the police tailing him, taking him in for questioning, accusing him of going back to the scene of the crime. All he could think of was Tim turning on the rest of them, blaming him for a crime that never happened.
It didn't even matter to him anymore when the investigation became public and Whitey and Principal Turner made a decision in the best interest of the school. It certainly didn't matter that his dad seemed angrier about his being kicked off the team than that his other son was missing. With no alibi and no Lucas to be found, he became the town pariah and prime suspect. He doesn't even know why he stayed. Maybe part of him was hoping Lucas would come back, say I got you back and everything would be okay. By the end of the second week, he knew that wasn't going to happen.
He closed in on himself, shunning the few friends he had left. Tim was a die hard till the day his parents moved away, no longer able to bear the shame of being the parents of a suspected murderer. The day the case against them was closed a year later for lack of evidence was no comfort at all for Nathan. All he wanted was to go back in time, tell Lucas welcome to the team and see his face again.
Something odd happened during his absence. Nathan began to worship him, idolize him, maybe even love him. That one crazy photo that led to all sorts of scandalous accusations including rape-murder was the only picture he had left. Lucas, half-naked with two basketballs covering him had even made the papers. A new scandal about the Tree Hill basketball team emerged and in the end, even Whitey Durham could not escape the scrutiny of the press and the backlash of public opinion. Soon Principal Turner had to let Whitey go as well.
Avoiding Karen was becoming more and more difficult. She became one of those Lifetime Channel movie mothers. She stalked him relentlessly, waiting for him to slip up. Keith Scott, his own uncle supported her insanity wholeheartedly, even showing up drunk one night and fighting with Dan because he wouldn't force Nathan to turn himself in. When the Jimmy Edwards shooting happened and Keith died, the town seemed to forget about him and so did Karen. Despondent, she eventually ended up in an asylum. Dan magnanimously paid for it. With the school name in shambles from two scandals, Nathan dropped out, finding work with his uncle Cooper in Greensboro. Working as a member of the pit crew at his uncle's racetrack was a far cry from his hoop dreams of three years ago. Broken and tired from the daily grind, Nathan went home to the room he rented from his uncle and flicked on the tv, promising himself to shower a little later. He stopped on a live report from Seattle, WA about a ball of light heading for Mt. Ranier.
“Probably a fucking comet,” he muttered, about to turn. The flash of light was so bright that it interfered with the cameras taping the scene. That caused Nathan to pause from switching channels.
When the dust cleared, an excited reported exclaimed that hundreds of people had suddenly appeared from out of nowhere. The camera panned across the crowd that appeared out of the fog and light. The beer Nathan was clutching, dropped from his hand, spilling to the floor. He lunged from his chair, touching the television searching for what he thought he saw.
“Uncle Cooper!” Nathan yelled, fingers splayed against the screen. “It's him, it's him...Uncle Cooper!”
The older brunette burst into the room thinking Nathan had dropped off to sleep and was having another nightmare about his brother.
“Nate, what the yell do you think you're doing?” Cooper grabbed Nathan by the arms, trying to pull him up.
“There, there, there,” Nathan yelled, “it's him!”
Cooper stopped and looked. “Holy shit,” Cooper cried out. He'd seen that face dozens of times in the papers and he'd seen it in the shrine Nathan kept by his bed. “Is that?”
The camera panned across one more time.
“It's Lucas. He's come back.