A/N: I can't find inspiration for my other stories but I can write new ones? Story of my life, I swear. Anyway, I'm not big on summaries; this is AU as you'll clearly see. Nathan and Lucas aren't brothers. I guess that's the only man things you need to know. Definitely Naley, I promise. That'll make up for Havoc. Hopefully. As far as other ships, who knows. I don't know how long this will be or how often I update it, it really depends on if anyone likes it. I hope you do enjoy it though and leave some love.

Anything But Typical

Typical Friday night. Typical beach house party. Typically bored. It was the only way Nathan Scott could think of to describe his night. He had stood around his father's beach house slowly sipping his beer and watching all his peers getting plastered and dancing or making out.

Typical.

But it was better than the alternative. He could have been at home; watching his mother get wasted and listening to his belligerent father complain about his basketball skills. Luckily, he was long gone before either so called parent arrived home for the evening.

He hadn't necessarily planned to have a party, not that it really mattered anyway. He had really come there to escape, get away from the daily grind that was his life. One invite to a friend had spread like wildfire and he didn't stop his friends from bring in the kegs, the music, or the girls.

"Yo Nate!"

"What Tim?" Nathan grumbled rubbing his forehead and turning around to face his nearly brainless best friend.

"We're out of beer."

"So?"

"Dude, go get some more. You're the only one with a fake ID." Tim pointed out and Nathan rolled his eyes knowing he was right. Of course he would have to; it was purely expected out of him.

X-x-X

Haley James woke up, instantly placing her hand across her stomach. She was hungry, for the fifth time that day, and all alone for sixth day that week. It was the seventh time this month she was without a car and she was eight months pregnant. It was funny how destiny worked out for her.

Or didn't work out in her case.

She sighed as she threw on her jacket and the only shoes that fit her swollen feet. She shouldn't have been alone, she really shouldn't have gotten pregnant, and she didn't regret a single second of it. For once, she knew someone was going to love her no matter what.

It was too late to be going out by herself, much less walking but she really didn't have a choice in the matter. She had only moved to this town months before when she was barely showing. Friends were few and far between and boyfriends were out of the question for the time being. Maybe indefinitely.

She locked the door and slipped the key in her pocket, beginning her short trek to the gas station.

X-x-X

Peyton Sawyer pulled her hair up in a messy ponytail and grabbed her latest mix CD on her way out the bedroom. It was Friday, it was late, and she was going to surprise her boyfriend by picking him up from work. He usually got a ride from the girl that worked with him, but Peyton hadn't seen him all week and wanted to hang out with him.

"Dad! I'm going to pick up Jake!" she called out as she reached the front door.

"Whoa! Hold up Peyt." Her father yelled putting down his paper and walking into the foyer. "You're going where at eleven thirty at night?"

"I'm going to pick up Jake from work. Come on Dad. It's Friday, I have a two o'clock curfew. I'll be back way before then."

"Peyton, it's late. It could be dangerous for you." Larry Sawyer sighed placing his hands on Peyton's arms. "Just be careful okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I've got my pepper spray and knife handy." She smiled kissing his cheek and leaving

She pulled into the gas station several minutes later, stopping at a pump. She struggled for a few minutes trying to get the gas cap open, cursing the entire time. A creepy blonde guy around her age sat in his car with the bumper backed up to the door staring at the entire spectacle in front of him. She locked eyes with him for several moments before she rolled her eyes at the sight of none other than Nathan Scott pulling into the station.

She never noticed the creepy blonde guy get out of his car.

X-x-X

"We're so dead." Brooke Davis complained; her elbows propped on the counter in front of her flipping through a magazine.

"Good." Jake Jagielski smiled never stopping his nightly duty of mopping up the floor. "I can get everything cleaned up faster. And then you can take me home."

"No hot date tonight?" she quirked up her eyebrow in interest.

"Nope, not tonight. Maybe tomorrow since I get off at eight."

"Oh you suck. I have to close again." She wined looking up when the bell above the door jingled signaling a customer. "Haley!"

"You spoke too soon." Jake muttered shaking his head.

"Hey Brookie Cookie. " Haley smiled as she walked into the convenience store. She had walked the short three miles to the store, and being eight months pregnant was severely out of breath. "I had a craving for some Cheerios and strawberry ice cream."

"Now that's just gross."

X-x-X

Nathan drove to the nearest convenience store that didn't know he was seventeen which wasn't such a convenience seeing as how it was nearly fifteen miles away. He nodded to the broody girl in his history glass pumping gas and stepped inside the store, heading straight to the back to the beer cooler.

He nearly knocked over a very pregnant brunette he had noticed around school but not as he walked down the aisle. He dropped the beer suitcase in his hand and reached out to steady her. She looked up at him and smiled lightly, removing herself from his arms.

"Thanks." She finally said, picking up her Cheerios and making her way to the counter.

"Son of a bitch." Nathan muttered looking down at the now spilled beer seeping on the floor.

"What happened?" Nathan turned his attention to the brown haired employee in front of him holding a mop and bucket.

"It slipped out of my hands. I'll clean it up." He explained reaching out for the mop and briefly looking at the counter where the pregnant brunette was giggling with the raven hair cashier.

"You shouldn't be out here so late." Brooke scolded taking the box from Haley and scanning it. "Five thirty five chick."

"All these weird cravings are killing me. They strike at all hours of the night. But no one was home to go out and buy me some." Haley explained handing Brooke the money.

"Did you walk? Oh Haley. You shouldn't be walking."

"Actually I should. It's so close to my due date that the doctor said if I wanted him out I should either have sex or start walking. Option one has already gotten me into enough trouble."

"I get off in about ten minutes. If you want to wait I'll drive you home. I don't mind."

"Great." Haley smiled. "That walk was an absolute nightmare."

"You're not old enough to be buying that." Jake told Nathan with a slight smirk on his face.

"Well I'm clearly not buying it now…" Nathan examined his name tag. "…Jake."

"Oh my God."

"What?" Nathan asked taking in the shocked expression on Jake's face. He turned around and dropped the mop in his hand. He was sure he was now wearing the same shocked expression.

He watched the pregnant brunette back up against the concessions counter clutching her stomach in an obvious attempt to protect her unborn child. The cashier behind the counter never took her eyes off the man who had just entered the store and the poor broody blonde pumping gas just happened to walk in at the wrong time.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"You have gun pointing at me!" Brooke yelled as the young man, who couldn't have been no older than Nathan himself walked up to the counter. The blonde made a move to leave the store but the gunman pointed the pistol at her and commanded her to move away from the door.

"Just give me the money."

Nathan knew he had to do something. He made a step closer in an attempt to get to the terrified brunette but was stopped when he hit a can on the floor in front of him. The gunman turned around to face him and Nathan tried his best to take in all his physical features. He was blonde; blue eyed, and looked terrified at what he was doing.

"I'm just trying to get to my girlfriend." Nathan told him putting his hands up in surrender and nodding to the girl who now had tears streaming down her face. The gunman waved him over allowing him to go to the girl and he protectively put her behind him.

"Are you okay?" Nathan asked the shaken girl behind him. "I'm going to do whatever I can to help you out…"

"Haley." She finished for him, slipping her hand into his much bigger one.

"Haley, I'm Nathan. Just stay behind me and don't let go. "

"My baby…"

"Is going to be okay. Just trust me."

"I trust you." She nodded biting her lower lip and wincing at the gunman yelling.

"What's the goddamn hold up?! Open up the damn register!"

"Do you want a pack of gum too? Maybe a soda to unparch your throat from all that yelling?" Brooke quipped rolling her eyes and opening up the register. The blonde had moved towards Jake and he had quickly ushered her behind him.

"Peyton?" Jake asked never taking his eyes off the gun that was pointed at his friend. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I came to see my boyfriend and get some gas. I wasn't expecting a hold up." She whispered clutching his shoulder tight.

"That guy goes to our school." Jake told her over his shoulder. "I hope Brooke hit the silent alarm."

"He just needs to get out of here before someone gets hurt."

"You hit the alarm?" the gunman panicked pointing the gun at Brooke when he heard police sirens and saw the flashing light approach. "You stupid bitch. Fill up the bag now!"

"Here." Brooke said shoving the bag of money in the gunman's hand and stepping back. He went to the door but stepped back rubbing the pistol across his forehead.

"Shit." He muttered turning around and studying each of his hostages. Their were cops surrounding the building with their guns raised. He had to do something, anything, whatever it took to get out of there safely. "You, come here."

"Me?" Haley choked out meekly pointing at herself.

"Yes you. Come here."

"Dude your not taking her." Nathan held Haley back behind him.

"See here's the thing. I'm the one with the gun. If I have to shoot you I will. Now come on." The gunman said walking up to Nathan and Haley and motioning for her to come.

"She's pregnant. If you kill her you'll probably kill the baby and you'll be charged with double homicide on top of armed robbery." Nathan tried to reason with the guy in front of him but it only seemed to enrage and terrify the kid more. "Just give up. You haven't hurt anyone yet."

"I'll go with you." Brooke said holding up her hands and coming around the counter. "She's my friend and I don't want anything happening to her. Just let me go with you."

"No, it needs to be her. They'll let me go since she's pregnant." He said coming up to Haley and taking her hand. "I won't hurt you."

Haley nodded her head but couldn't contain the tears falling down her face. She reluctantly let Nathan's hand go and made a step forward with the gunman. She wasn't sure why she was doing it, especially since it put her unborn child in direct danger. But looking into the gunman's eyes she saw a terrified expression matching her own.

Nathan didn't take action immediately knowing that a gun would be on him. Seeing the look of pure terror on Haley's face and knowing that if something were to happen to her he would never live it down he made the move to do something.

"Wait!" Nathan yelled temporarily distracting the gunman as he let go of Haley's hand. She slipped away, running into Brooke's arms and the gun was once again pointed in her direction. Before Nathan could say anything else, he and the gunman were dropping to their knees to avoid the bullet that was piercing through the air.

He looked up just in time to see the gunmen struggle to get up, waving his pistol around with glass in his eyes. He aimed at Haley, by accident Nathan assumed and went to fire. Almost instantly, without thinking much, Nathan was jumping in front of the Haley just in time for the bullet to hit him.

As long as it didn't hit her.

Collapsing to the ground and gripping his stomach, he looked on as the police rushed through the shattered door of the gas station and put the gunman on his stomach. He heard screaming as he closed his eyes and felt his body weight being pulled up and his head resting on someone's lap.

The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was tear filled hazel eyes.

She was safe.