A/N: Hey All! After writing my first FF, I have been thinking about a good plot for my second. I hadn't planned on writing anything A/U, but I started thinking about this idea the other day, and I wanted to see where it goes.

Summary: Haley agrees to help Brooke out for a night and take her shift in the Athletic Trainer's office. Little does she know a favor to her best friend introduces her to Nathan Scott, just the guy to reignite her injured heart. A/U. Mainly NH, some Baley/Brucas.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill

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"Haaaaley! C'mon, puhleeeeze!" Brooke whined as she flung herself down on to Haley's bed. Haley rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. She loved her roommate and best friend from high school, but she was so dramatic. She glanced over at Brooke, who was still wriggling around, messing up the neatly made twin bed, and stifled a giggle. Brooke, her best friend since they were 6, could really throw a temper tantrum, and Haley knew she had a small window of time before Brooke would morph into a full on terrible two's style fit.

"Brooke, it's your job. I have a job. I go to the Tutoring Center. I work in the library. And I even worked for six hellish weeks in the cafeteria before the tutor position opened. I am not filling in for you tonight, and frankly, I don't even understand why you have this job…." she trailed off, as she clicked around on her laptop. "Haley, I know you are Tutor girl. I know that you work in the library, doing God knows what. And you know that I work in the athletic trainer's office so that I can scope out all the hot guys and soothe their aching muscles, she said, wiggling her eyebrows seductively.

"Brooke, first, I shelve books in the library. Second, ew," Haley replied. She knew that she would cave and fill in for Brooke in the Athletic Trainer's office, but she enjoyed making her beg. Knowing Brooke the job couldn't be too tough, and she could probably do some studying. Frankly, she was surprised that Brooke never asked her to fill in before, but this was the first Friday night she was scheduled to work.

"Haley, okay listen. If I didn't have this job, I wouldn't have met Lucas, who I really think might be the one. So for good relationship karma you have to help me out." Brooke said sweetly, batting her eyes at Haley. "Wait," Haley said incredulously, "The one? Brooke Davis might stop serial dating and settle down?! I need to alert the Associated Press."

"Ha Ha," Brooke muttered, standing up to go through her bursting closet. "I just really like him, Hales. And he asked me out to dinner, and I really want to go. Please help me out." Haley sighed again. "Sure, what else do I have to do tonight?" she murmured. "Awww! Hales! You are the best roommate, best friend I could ask for! Thank you Thank you Thank you!" Brooke yelled, as she drug Haley into a bear hug. Haley smiled; at least one of them was enjoying the college life.

A few hours later, Haley was walking across campus towards the Athletic Buildings. She had been over here a couple times to watch basketball games with Brooke or to visit Brooke at work. The campus was crawling with people in couples or small groups. Haley entered the building and walked to the office. Using Brooke's key she let herself in to the room, and turned on the lights. The larger room was divided into different sections. The first part had some exam tables and a small desk for the student worker. Haley dropped her school bag on the desk, and walked back further into the room. There was a small room to her left that had the hot tub and cold pool for the athletes to soak in depending on their muscle issues, as well as, a huge ice machine. Further back was a wide-open room with a variety of closets and tables and the Athletic Trainer's office.

She wandered back up front and thought about Brooke's instructions. All she had to do was sit here, and wait for an athlete to come in. She looked at the practice schedule for the teams on the wall next to the small desk. The basketball team was the only one scheduled for practice tonight, and they were in the weight room. She rolled her eyes. Great, she thought to herself, I am here for 3 hours, while Brooke is flitting around our room beautifying herself and there is only one team practicing. No one is even going to come in here!

She dug through her schoolbag and pulled out the novel she was reading for her literature class. Might as well do some studying, she thought, trying to get comfortable in the small desk. She glanced up at the row of exam tables that were connected to each other along the wall. She got up and hopped onto the table, stretching out comfortably. Maybe this job isn't so bad after all, she thought.

Nathan Scott walked slowly towards the trainer's office. The rest of the team was heading off quickly to their rooms to get ready to hit up the parties. He was beat and all he wanted was to soak in the hot tub in the office, grab a couple bags of ice, and then crawl into bed and watch Sports Center until he drifted off to sleep. The first semester of college, he partied hard, but then when his grades were lower than he would have liked, he straightened up a bit to make sure that he would remain eligible to play. His new routine was to stay in on Fridays so he could be up early on Saturdays, study, and then party on Saturday nights. But the past couple weeks he couldn't even bring himself to go out on Saturdays. It was getting old. The parties, the girls, the booze. He had done that in high school. He wanted something different.

He turned the handle to the office and walked in. Stretched out on the exam tables was a girl with long brown hair and the most perfect ass he had ever seen. And my night just got more interesting, he thought to himself. "Ahem," he cleared his throat.

Haley shot straight up in the air and flipped around. She was so engrossed in the book that she didn't even hear the door open. "Oh shit, I mean, hi, I mean, can I help you?" she rambled. She looked at his face and he smirked, "Yeah, I am just going to go in and soak for a bit. Sorry that I disturbed you from your reading," he muttered as he limped into the room with the tubs. Haley felt flushed. She had noticed Nathan Scott on campus before. You would have to blind not to see him. But she hadn't been this close to him before. He had gorgeous eyes, and she couldn't help herself from checking out his ass as he walked into the other room. She also noticed the limp.

Haley slid off the tables and walked into the room behind, taking in how his back muscles flexed as he leaned down to drop his bag. He paused to rub his shoulder, and then bent with a slight groan to untie his shoes and kick them off. "Umm," she whispered. He jerked slightly at her voice. He hadn't really expected her to follow him into the room. He turned to face her. "Do you need me to do anything?" she asked, "I mean, my friend, Brooke, is the one that works here, so she knows what to do, and I don't really know, but I can do whatever it is you need," she blurted out. "Whatever it is I need, huh? Well it certainly is my lucky day," he replied, his face breaking into the famous Nathan Scott smirk.

Haley felt the blush start across her cheeks and spread down her neck to her chest. "I mean, I didn't, you know what I meant," she stuttered, "right?" He grinned again, "Yeah, I am just playing." And then he dropped his pants. Haley didn't know where to look. Her eyes were darting around, as she chanted quietly to herself, don't look, don't look, don't look. Finally, she looked back at his face and noticed he was trying not to laugh. "What!?" she squeaked. He chuckled softly, and said, "I have shorts on, relax." She looked down and exhaled heavily, he was still wearing his warm up shorts. "I knew that," she retorted. He turned, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and pulled it off, revealing his sculpted back to her. She felt her mouth go dry. He was physically perfect. A little cocky, but his body was so perfect that she almost understood the cockiness and why half the girls on campus were throwing themselves at him.

He climbed into the pool and eased himself into the bubbling tub. After a long workout, nothing felt better than the surging bubbles and heat of the tub. He jerked suddenly, as he felt something cold touch his exposed shoulder. He glanced up, and saw the girl was resting a bag of ice on his shoulder. Once he relaxed again, it felt so good. He had strained his shoulder, stupidly, showing off with Lucas in the weight room, and the ice was perfect. He smiled, "How did you know?" She grinned, "I saw you rubbing it when you came in here." "Ahh, very observant," he replied, "So, what's your name?"

"Haley James," she said, adjusting the ice, so that the bag covered as much of his shoulder as possible. "Are you Haley James that lives with Brooke Davis?" he asked leaning into her hand that was holding the ice on his shoulder. "Yep, that's me. How do you know Brooke?" she said warily. Brooke was a little….friendly during the first semester. She had been flitting around from boy to boy, proclaiming herself the Make-out Queen. She felt a twinge of jealously that Brooke might have kissed his lips or run her fingers through his hair, like her fingers were itching to do. "She is dating my brother, Lucas," he mumbled, stretching his long legs under the water. "Right, Lucas Scott, Nathan Scott, brothers," she said back to him. He grinned, "Exactly."

They sat quietly for a minute. Haley shifted. Her position was a little precarious, perched on the edge of the hot tub, pressing her hand against the bag of ice. Her legs were cramping; her fingers were numb, but she didn't want to move away from him. She looked down at him, taking in his defined chest and taught abs. His long legs were muscular and floating in the water. He looked so peaceful. Finally, the cramping in her legs was unbearable, so she moved to get up. "Wait," he said, "don't go. I like being here with you. I feel…." he trailed off. "What?" she murmured. "Peaceful," he breathed.

He looked up at her and took in her face. She was beautiful. Her lips were full and pink and he wondered what they tasted like. He looked up at her eyes, beautiful, brown, and full of emotions. Nervousness, curiosity, and even lust. He moved his hand over the hand on his shoulder, and gave her hand a squeeze. He felt how cold her fingers were. "Jeez, Haley, your hand is freezing," he muttered. He began rubbing her tiny cold fingers in his warm wet hand. "Here, put your hand in the water," he instructed, "Why didn't you move your hand when it got so cold?" he asked curiously. "I didn't want to move," she breathed out. He looked up at her again. Yep, definitely some lust in her eyes. He could feel his heart start to pound. He didn't usually feel like this with girls. He could pretty much get any girl he wanted simply by showing up at a party. But with Haley, he felt different. He didn't just want to bed her and leave her. He wanted more.

He grinned, "I didn't want you to move either." He kept rubbing her fingers gently, his thick calloused fingers tracing little circles on her palm, and brushing over her knuckles. She shivered at the sensations. He noticed, and asked, "Still cold?" She felt the blush spreading over her cheeks and down her neck. "No, not cold," she whispered. She couldn't believe this. She was Haley James. She didn't get all swoony and mushy over guys. After her terrible high school boyfriend treated her badly and cheated on her, she swore guys off, focusing only on school and work. But feel Nathan's hand wrapped around hers, she suddenly forgot all the good reasons she had for ignoring the opposite sex.

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