THE THIRD SCOTT BROTHER
SUMMARY
Hi guys! This is my first attempt at a fanfiction (please be merciful), but, after reading many wonderful stories here, I decided to give it a try, using and idea I had in my mind for some time.
The story starts at the end of Season One (1x22 The Games That Play Us), and everything that happened before that is all canon (Naley are going to get married the night of the playoffs; the love triangle between Lucas, Brooke and Peyton happened as well, and Lucas is planning to move to Charlestone along with Keith; Jake escaped with Jenny from Nikki; Dan is going to have an heart attack, etc. etc.). But Tree Hill is going to be turned upside down when in the town makes his appearance Michael William Scott, i.e. Dan Scott's son!
I plan to follow the original show in regards to the general plot (of course, I'll change or add some situations in order to develop Mike's character), though there's the chance I'll make some big change later on.
Most of the chapters will be based on an episode of the show, but in some cases they will not coincide (there will be times when a chapter will gather two episodes, and times when it will focus on a small part of it), and there will be filler chapters.
There will be differents POV during the story, with a prevalence of Michael's one, but i plan to include the main characters many times, too.
As for the pairings, with the premise that my version of Season Two will follow the show (regarding the pairings), I'll only say that Naley will come around pretty much in the same way of the show; for what concerns Lucas, Brooke, Peyton, Michael (but also Jake, Rachel and Mouth), I've planned almost everything, but you'll found about it in due time ;)
Lastly, I wanted to warn you all that i'm not a native English speaker: I've tried, and I'll always try my best to post chapters both grammatically and syntactically correct, but if you found some errors, feel free to point them, and I'll get rid of them as soon as possible.
That said, I hope you all will have as much as fun reading it as much as i had writing it ;)
PROLOGUE
Note: I don't own One Tree Hill, only Michael.
It was a sad day for the Tree Hill community: that night, the pride of the town, the Tree Hill High School's basketball team, the Ravens, after having achieved the regular season undefeated, had just lost the first round of the playoffs and once again said goodbye to the dream of winning the State Championships.
One of the few places where the game's outcome didn't affect much the mood was the town's hospital: between patients worried for their health and the medical staff busy to plan medical tests and surgeries, there was no time to worry about basketball-at least, normally: at that time, in fact, one of the patients was particulary interested in the Ravens' game…
The reception room was deadly silent when a young boy appeared: he was tall and athletic, with olive skin, brown straight hair that covered half of his neck, and green eyes; he was wearing dark grey cargo pants and a black t-shirt, a pair of sneakers at his feet. He smiled gently at the old nurse at the desk, and asked where the room of Coach Whitey Durham was.
Whitey sighed as he shifted uncomfortably on the bed and turned off the radio, the sport broadcast about the game fished; he was having mixed feeling about the loss of his team: on one hand, he was disappointed for having being kicked out from the Championships already, but on the other was rather relieved that his team wasn't going to be coached by Dan Scott anymore. The old coach couldn't help but chuckle at Dan's misfortune: the plan to lead the squad in his place failed at the first game, and he also had to witness the bonding between Nathan and Lucas, even though a thing like two brothers finally getting along could be bad and depressing only for someone like Dan Scott…but what could you expect from a man who had ruthlessly acquired his own brother's business? Whitey's face darkened as he thought of Keith and his imminent departure for Charlestone along with Lucas: it pained him to see his closest friend going away and the reason behind it(he knew that it was more related to Keith's relation with Karen than his issues with Dan and the takeover of his workshop), though he couldn't even imagine how saddened Karen was: her son's decision must've broken her heart; Whitey wondered about Lucas, hoping the boy would find the strength he would need if the predictions about his shoulder were going to be proven correct.
The old man sighed, and was starting to worry about the risks of the eye intervention he was scheduled for the next day, when he heard a knock on the door, followed by a male voice.
"Is it a good moment, coach Durham?"
Whitey turned his head to the door and gasped when he saw a ghost, a figure of the past standing at the entrance of his room.
For a pair of seconds, Whitey actually thought that his eyesight was ruined even more than what the doctors said: it could be the only explanation for what was standing in front of his eyes; the old man blinked, and when he opened his eyes again the illusion was gone, and a young boy was staring at him, waiting for his answer.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here, son? I'm sorry, but I don't recall having ever met you" he asked
"Well, that's because we've never met coach" the boy said smirking as he walked towards her "however, I've been told a lot about you by my mother: my name is Michael...Bayle" he finished.
The mention of the Bayle surname made the old coach's eyes open wide in both surprise and delight, a flashback from 18 years ago popping in his mind.
Whitey was in Charlotte for an away game of the Ravens, they had just won a hard-fought match against the local team, thanks to a three-point shot from Dan Scott two seconds before the end of the match, much to the cocky star's amusement (he was meant to don't take part in the game because he joined the team 5 minutes prior the start of the game, but Whitey had to put him back in the squad, being 15 point below after the first half of the match); he was heading to the locker room when a girl with black curly hair and green eyes behind rectangular glasses, approached him "Why the hell did you left a powerhouse like Dan Scott on the bench during the first part of the game, coach? It was a plan, or you were trying to end your undefeated streak?" she asked, much to the coach's annoyance: great, now the brat was having adoring girls even from the opposing schools!
"I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong; I'm not a fan of Dan Scott…well I am, but that doesn't have any importance in the matter" the girl grinned "I'm the sport reporter for our school's journal, my name is…. "You're Martha's son! I haven't seen her for almost…"
"Sixteen years" the boy completed, grinning, although a sad light shined once in his eyes, but Whitey didn't notice it.
"So, you two have lived in New York until six month ago, and now you're back in Charlotte…I see…" Whitey said, scratching his chin "It seems that next year I'll found out how much of a good player you are, son" he joked: the boy told him that he had played in his previous school's basketball squad; it didn't surprise him much, knowing his mom's love for the game.
"Actually, I'm going to try to be a Raven player next year, coach" countered Mik, his face suddenly tense, and Whitey realized that he was hiding something.
"Wait…Is Martha moving to Tree Hill?"
"No…I'm the only one who's moving here"
"Really? Does Martha agree with this?"
"She's…dead" Michael clenched his jaw as he tried to keep a neutral face.
Whitey closed his eyes for a moment, and sighed, his voice trembling with sadness.
"When?"
"Two months ago, cancer…she decided to come back to Charlotte so that my grandparents could take care of me when the…time would come"
"But now, you want to move to another town? What about the money?"
"My grandpa already paid for the school's tuition: I'll start next week; as for the rest, I can take part-times jobs and find an apartment to rent"
"I don't understand…you seem to going along well with your mom's parents"
"Yes, they're great"
"I may have not the right to ask you this, son…but then why do you want to move here, with no family?"
"I do have kind of a family here, coach"
"You do?"
"Yes, though I only found about it recently, but…my biological dad lives here…and I should have an uncle and two brothers, as well"
Whitey felt his heart skip a beat or two, his brain connecting the dots…the first time he met Martha…the illusion of the boy from the past he saw when he stared at Mike for the first time… the fact that the boy was a basketball player…his father living in Tree Hill…
"I'm not a fan of Dan Scott…well I am, but that doesn't have any importance in the matter" the girl grinned…
It was impossible, but…
"You're guessing right coach.. when I introduced myself, I used my mom's maiden name, but my full name is Michael William Scott: my father is Dan Scott.