The first scene is exactly from the show, then we go all AU. Warning: AU character death, language, smut, and some darkness (I mean, think about it - Nathan without Haley?) but in the end, well... Read it and see. R&R, please!

"Daddy's home!" Jamie came running at the sight of his father.

"Hey!" Nathan grinned and reached out to touch his son's hair. "Buddy, what's up?"

Jamie looked up at his father and smiled.

"Uh," Nate leaned down. "Mommy and I gotta talk right now. So why don't you go out back and shoot a little? You know what, try and make 5 free throws in a row and I'll be out in a sec?"

Jamie nodded, and wandered out back. Even as he as he made his first throw, he could hear his parents start fighting through the open window. It was loud and scary. It was hard to think about putting the ball in the hoop when they were shouting. When Momma was making a mad face, like Daddy had done something really, really bad.

His tummy hurt.

He wanted them to stop.

The ball rolled into the pool, and he tried to reach it. He couldn't ask Momma or Dad for help, with all the shouting and...He had to get that ball….

…………………………..

He blinked, and the bright light stung his eyes.

"Jamie?"

He tried to open his eyes again.

"Jamie, are you coming back to us?"

It was blurry at first, like when you got soap in your eyes. Then things became clearer.

"Hey, little man," Lucas couldn't keep the emotion from his voice. He leaned down and kissed Jamie's forehead gently. "Welcome back."

"Ouch," Jamie croaked.

"Where does it hurt?" Luke asked.

"Everywhere," he admitted. "My throat."

"OK, they left you some ice chips – want one?"

Jamie nodded and winced. Luke put a small ice chip on his tongue and it nipped at his throat – and then made it feel better. "More," he opened his mouth again.

"Slowly now," Luke chuckled softly, putting another chip in his mouth. "You gave us quite a scare there."

"What happened?"

"You don't remember?"

He tried to think of the last thing he knew but it felt blurry. Jamie flinched when the pain in his head exploded. "Ow," he groaned.

"Hey, hey," Luke moved and carefully stroked Jamie's hair. "Shhhh," he whispered. "Everything's gonna be all right now. Daddy's here."

"Where?" Jamie opened his eyes again. "Where is he? Where's my mom?"

Luke pulled his face back, his eyes dark with surprise. "Right here, Jamie. I'm right here."

"But where's my dad?" Jamie demanded, looking down at the tube in his arm and feeling suddenly small and strange.

"I'm your Dad," Luke said, puzzled. "Don't you know who you are?"

"I am James Lucas Scott," he answered promptly.

"Exactly," Lucas exhaled in relief. "James…" he pointed at the little boy. "Lucas…" he pointed at himself. "Scott."

"I was named after you," Jamie squinted at the bigger man.

"And you look just like me, too," he smiled gently. "Because you're my son."

"No," Jamie corrected, getting angry. "NO. NO! You're my Uncle. I want my Dad and my Mom."

"Uncle?" Luke echoed, confusion ripping through his veins. "No, no…" He looked around. "Are you being funny?"

"Why would I be funny?" Jamie responded, his voice starting to feel stronger.

"Uh…" Lucas pressed a button on the bed. "Doctor?" he called.

"Just call my mom and dad, please…" Jamie begged.

"Doctor!"

"I want my…" Jamie felt like he was spinning, too fast. He was gonna throw up.

"Doctor? Nurse? Help!" Luke stepped to the doorway and looked for assistance.

"I want…" He turned his head and began to convulse.

Luke raced back to his side, pushing the call button frantically while supporting Jamie's head.

The vomit was rusty with blood and smelled awful. It made him want to puke some more, but all he could do was heave.

A pair of nurses raced through the door. "I'll page the doctor," one said.

The other quickly moved next to Jamie and looked into his eyes.

Bright again.

"Hang in there," Luke urged. "C'mon, son. Stay with us, please."

"I…" and then it went dark.