Ok so I just watched a movie and it gave me an idea for a story :)Now I know I'm horrible and already have a few stories in the works BUT I gotta go with the ideas I currently have lol :) So hope you enjoy.

***Summary: A/U

Nathan and Haley would have never have met...but a tragedy that tears both of their worlds apart reveals lies and heartache, but also brings the biggest surprise of all..love.

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BTW I OWN NOTHING.

- Beth

Nathan Scott. 24 years old. Married. He looked out at the passing trees and sighed. He swore these bus rides from city to city got longer every away game. The blinking of his cell phone caught his eye as he reached over to the pocket of his bag and pulled it out. "One new voicemail." He said nothing as he opened his phone and pressed send…

"Hey Honey…I hope the game went well but it turns out I'm gonna have to cancel our dinner plans. I got called to Miami.. AGAIN…" her voice filled with frustration, "you know these fashion shows. I'm at the airport as we speak. I'll call you as soon as I land. I love you, bye…"

He flipped the phone shut and showed no real sign of emotion to the change in plans. After two years of marriage it was safe to say things weren't what they seemed. Nathan Scott had met Rachel Gattina at a party, after news of the draft for the NBA was annouced. He had just been named the newest point guard to the New York Knicks. He remembered it being the greatest night of his life, dream job and dream girl. They married shortly after.

Though lately things weren't so fairytale. He was always on the road and she was…well he never really know. He'd call the house and would be met with the machine. It didn't bother him much anymore…at times he felt like a stranger in his own house.

The bus had reached its destination in New York, Nathan quickly grabbed his things said his goodbyes to the team and headed home. He opened the door to the empty house and threw his keys on the near by table. Without putting his things away he grabbed a beer from the fridge and turned on the television.

"We have word that there are no survivers on Flight 148…"

He payed no attention as he made his way down the hallway…

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Haley James-Keller. 23 years old. Married. Haley sat on the sofa strumming her guitar watching her husband pack another suitcase. "How long will you be gone?"

He smiled up at her, "A few days…"

"I'll miss you."

He zipped the last suitcase and gathered the rest of his bags. "It's only Chicago Haley, I'll be back before you know it." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, "I love you."

"You too."

He smiled once more before walking out of their apartment.

Haley sighed, it seemed anymore this was what her marriage consisted of. One long goodbye after another. She had met Chris Keller her junior year at NYU. She remembered him dreaming of being a musician, that's what drew her to him. They quickly began dating and even quicker got married. For awhile they were happy, playing shows together and being blissfully broke. That was until Chris' father got him a job at his law firm. Saying "A gig on the weekend is no way to support a wife…"

After that their "blissfully broke" lifestyle became a Park Avenue apartment and dinner parties that served cavear.

Haley continued her singing, playing at the local club down the street on Friday's and Saturdays. Chris used to come down after his day at the office but his trips out of town became more and more frequent so she was now used to the strangers in the crowd. She no longer looked for her husband.

That night she finished her set and headeded home. When she got home she was looking forward to putting her feet up and just relaxing. She changed into one of Chris' T-shirts threw her hair up in a messy bun and collapsed onto the couch, turning on the tv.

"We still have no word on the cause of the crash, but investigaters have confirmed there are no survivers on Flight 148 to Miami…"

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Nathan woke to the glow of the tv. He looked around and noticed he must have fallen asleep on the couch. He was still half asleep when he heard the news woman repeat, "No survivers. Flight 148 to Miami." He jolted up. He must have heard her wrong. He turned the volume up…

"As you can see behind me, police and investigaters are still searching the waters…there were 156 aboard the flight, including crew…there is still no word of the cause…"

Nathan dug out his phone and replayed the message from Rachel, "….I got called to Miami…"

"It can't be…" Nathan dug out the phone book searching for the number for the airport, "Hi…my name is Nathan Scott. I think my wife may have been a passenger on the flight that went down…Scott. Rachel Scott." He paced the living room waiting for a reply on the other end, "Are you sure?...Yes, thank you."

He tossed the phone to the couch as he nervously began pacing again. He played the message from her once more, then he called the airline once more "Yes…I just called and they told me they didn't have her in the records but she left me a message…Well do you have any other flights going to Miami?" His voice rose, "Then she was on that plane!" He slammed the phone shut and ran his fingers through his hair, "This isn't happening."

The next morning Haley woke to the pounding on her apartment door, "I'm coming geez…" She opened the front door and was greeted with two men standing infront of her, "Can I help you?"

"Are you Mrs. Keller?"

Worry and confusion filled her face, "Yes. Can I help you?"

They both took off their caps, "Can we come in for a moment?"

Haley opened the door farther and ushered them in, "What's this about?"

"I'm sorry to tell you this mam but your husband was on Flight 148…"

"The one that was on the news?" She grabbed her chest and sighed in relief, "There must be some mistake…my husband wasn't going to Miami…he had business in Chicago. He was going to Chicago. You have the wr-"

"We have his wallet mam."

Time stopped. "Wh-What?" She clutched her chest and moved backwards, "What do you mean you have his wallet? He wasn't going to Miami he was GOING TO CHICAGO!" Her voice was panicked as tears began to form in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry mam…but we're going to need you to come down and identify th-" He looked at his feet, "We need you to idenitfy the body."

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"I'm telling you my wife was on that plane!" Nathan shouted to the man standing in his kitchen. He had called the airline all night and they finally sent a representative for the airline to his house.

"Mr. Scott I have the information right here. Mrs. Scott was no on the fligh-"

"Maybe it wouldn't be under Scott." He looked up at the agent coldly, "My guess is she wasn't alone…My guess is she was posing as someone elses wife."