So i know i really shouldn't be starting yet another new story but i couldn't help myself with this one, it was just begging to be written. I do however promise that this is to be my last new story until i've completed one of the current ones. Promise.

So i don't think i did this story justice in the summary so i thought i'd explain more here for those who want to read it. As i'm sure you all know during Season 2 Nathan has a dream in the hospital in which Dan picked Karen over Deb, leaving him and Deb to be free of him. This is my favourite episode of OTH so i decided i'd continue it, the first chapter is pretty much a written up version of that episode but as if it was real life and not Nathan's dream. As i love it so much i wanted to change very little of the way it was set up so i only removed certain parts - such as the Brathan as it's not appropriate for where i want this story to go. The story will feature many scenes that were actually in the season and many events will happen but it will just show how the characters act completely differently all because of one different decision that was made. I've also cut a great deal of the adult story lines and they'll only come into play when they affect the main five. The end game couples are yet to be decided as i have no idea if i'll follow this story through to a season two or a season three or whatever so it really could go either way but if you read my other stories you'll already know the way it will most likely go!

I really hope you like it and please just let me know. Thanks guys!

7:00 AM.

Lucas reached over and slammed his hand down on the top of his alarm clock, silencing it. He groaned as he looked over and checked the time; he sat up and stretched out his legs before he put them down on the floor in front of him. He sighed as he bent down to pick up his iPod and slipped the headphones into his ears before he stood up.

He winced as his tired muscles began to ache and he groaned. Clearly he'd hit it a little harder than he'd planned to last night. He rolled his head to each side in the hope to relieve some of the tension in his shoulders.

He sighed as he prepared to do the dreaded walk downstairs and have the usual run in with his father. He knew his mom had probably rushed out of the house ridiculously early, that's if she'd even bothered to return the previous night.

As he walked in to the kitchen he saw his dad already up before him. He was sat at the table as he flicked through the paper. Lucas kept his headphones in place he walked over and poured himself a glass of water. He glanced up to catch his dad as he pushed his plate away and finished off the juice he was drinking. He pulled out one headphone as he knew that his dad was probably going to force him into conversation soon.

"You were out late, have fun?" His father asked him as he approached the breakfast table. He put his glass down in front of him.

It always had a habit of making Lucas smirk. Most of his friends would get a bollocking and a slap on the hand for coming in past midnight. Lucas on the other hand was praised for it, probably due to the fact that his father had no life of his own.

"You know, I was out with the guys." He smirked because his dad didn't know, he had no friends. He'd lost all of them when he went away to college and left his mom behind. When he'd come back, the only person that had been pathetic enough to welcome him had been his mom.

"I thought we could work out after school, do some weights?" He all but pleaded; the blonde knew it was only a matter of time before his dad began to beg to spend time with him. For a long time Lucas had been the only one that had looked up to Dan Scott, now like everyone else, he looked down at his father.

"Hmm, whatever." He shrugged him off. He decided that maybe this morning he should pity him instead of rejecting him out right as he happened to do when he was in a bad mood. The hangover from the night before had all but disappeared and it uplifted his mood.

"We should be offering organic products in all of our locations by now. We will talk about this when I get in. I'll see you in ten."

Oh what a surprise, mommy dearest is still in the house,Lucas thought as he continued to smirk as he looked down at the magazine. He ignored the facade that his parents put on for the family's sake. Pathetic.

"Good morning Lucas," Karen addressed him. She leant towards him and kissed him delicately on the cheek. The act alone almost made him spit out the banana he'd just eaten; he'd stopped caring for his mom shortly after he'd shrugged off Dan's hold on him.

"Will you be home for dinner?" His dad asked as he looked away from him and towards his mom. Lucas rolled his eyes; he knew his mom wouldn't make dinner. She'd be too busy doing Uncle Keith.

"I'll call you," Karen shrugged it off as she walked towards him. She allowed him to kiss her on the cheek before she left the room. She didn't turn to say anymore to either of the Scott's that she was leaving in the house.

Lucas waited until he'd heard the front door close. The blonde once again pulled out his headphone as he picked a Whiskey bottle out of the trash and placed it on the table in between them.

"Late night for you too huh Dad?" He left the room and didn't allow Dan the chance to try and answer him.

Nathan smiled to himself as he approached the river court. All of the boys were already there playing the ball back and forth. He smiled and waving as they saw him approach. Antwon 'Skills' Taylor caught the ball and sent it his way. Once he caught it the raven haired Scott bounced the ball against the tarmac before he scooped it up in his hands once more.

"Nathan Scott, late as usual." Skills smirked as Mouth jumped up off the bench to walk over towards them.

"I had to stop by the post office." Nathan grimaced as he pulled out a letter out of his hoodie and held it in front of them. The letter from high fliers that would tell him whether or not he'd be a finalist; being a finalist would mean so much to him.

"High fliers baby, what's the word?" Fergie jumped in straight away, a massive grin spread out across his face as he, like the rest of the river court guys, was sure that Nathan would get in.

"I haven't opened it yet. Once I open it, it's either going to be a yes or no. I just thought I'd hang onto the maybe for a little bit longer." Nathan shrugged, completely unprepared for Junk to snatch the letter out of his hands and open it up quickly in front of the others.

"What does it say?" Mouth grinned. After he had spent the majority of the summer filming Nathan, he was just as eager to get the result as the rest of them. It was about time something good happened to 'the other Scott'.

"Say's he's a finalist!" Fergie beamed as he showed the letter to the other guys and they only read it before they grinned at Nathan.

"Nathan, that's awesome!" Mouth grinned as he patted the taller guy on the back. The rest of the guys held out their hands to get some knuckles from their successful raven haired friend.

"Guys, alright I'm a finalist but it's not like I've got into the camp yet." Nathan talked it down, forever trying to modest.

It was something that his mother had installed in him from such a young age. She was determined that her son would stay on the straight and narrow and because of that he was a good kid. The stories she heard that Karen's son got up to made her shudder at the thought of Nathan being in his place.

"Nate, I'm your best friend so I feel like I can tell you this dawg. Stop being so damn modest and come out here so we can keep your head on the ground." Skills smirked as he stole the ball out of Nathan's hand and began to bounce it.

"Let's just shoot for teams." he smirked as he stole the ball mid bounce and turned to aim at the hoop. The ball soared through the air, before it sank into the net. The guys chuckled with him as they ran onto the court.

The red corvette swerved round the streets of Tree Hill. The loud engine purred with life as its driver put his foot down further on the accelerator. The sun beamed down on the open topped care and the blonde was enjoying the drive. If only he could say the same about the company.

"So, you want to hang with the guys tonight?" He questioned. She hadn't spoken a word to him since he picked her up and he figured that was probably the best way to start a conversation with his on-off girlfriend of the last year.

"Oh gee Luke, there's a unique idea." She drawled as she continued to look away at the passing houses, as opposed to having to actually look at him. It's pathetic. Just like everything else right now.

"What, come on Peyt? I'm not allowed to bond with the team now?" He protested as he looked over and saw her roll her eyes; a habit of hers that managed to really grate on him.

She'd always possessed the talent to piss him off beyond belief. It was a wonder they had even lasted a year. Then he remembered that it was because it was convenient; they break up then they make up. Everything he did in between the two she forgot about.

"What about bonding with your girlfriend?" She asked as she shot him a dirty look. He sighed loudly before he smirked to himself. He moved his hand off the gear stick and flicked a button on the cassette player to eject her tape. The drone of music instantly stopped.

"I was listening to that," Peyton muttered.

Her gaze was still straight ahead. She didn't bother to look at the blonde she was meant to be in love with. She often wondered why she put up with his crap. She could imagine exactly what her mom would say if she saw her, as she allowed him to treat her this way. But it was Luke, it was who he was, who they were. She couldn't help that he was comfortable, that he was the safe option.

"Fine, you don't wanna hang out with us. Why don't you sit in your room and listen to your loser rock and do live sex shows on your webcam for all I care!" He shouted as he cursed himself silently for losing his temper with her too quickly. He'd only just picked her up and she'd already managed to wind him up so much that he'd snapped at her.

"Lucas, look out!" Peyton screamed as he snapped his eyesight back up to the road. He found himself speeding towards a grey hooded figure stood in the middle of the road.

He slammed his foot onto the breaks and he just prayed that the car would stop in time instead of taking out the figure. His head pressed firmly against the headrest he found himself closing his eyes and just hoped the car would stop in time.

When the car had come to a stop he opened his eyes to see his brother stood in front of him, if there was anything that could've made this day worse.He stared defiantly back at him as the darker haired Scott pulled out his headphones and smirked at the blonde.

"Daddy teach you how to drive?" He questioned, as he smirked down at his older brother. Getting run over by Lucas, definitely not on the checklist for today.

"Yeah he sends his love," Lucas smirked up at him. Determined not to let 'the other Scott' have the better word in any argument that the two had. "Now get out of my way loser."

Lucas grinned and motioned for him to move by flicking his wrist. When Nathan made no effort to move he rolled the car forward enough so that it was pressing against his leg.

He looked from his older brother to his girlfriend riding shotgun; they were both as bad as each other. Their whole world ruled by popularity. 'I'm sorry,' Peyton mouthed which shocked him. He didn't expect the blonde to be kind; he'd always presumed her to be more cold-hearted like her boyfriend.

"Why do you treat him like that huh?" Peyton argued when Nathan had reached the other side of the road. When Luke scoffed her question she found herself pushing him further. "You know it could've been you, if your dad had picked his mom."

"Yeah like that was ever going to happen," the blonde smirked as he put his foot down and sent the car tearing down the road.

"Hey sweetie," Deb called as she looked up to see Nathan walking into the cafe with the usual basketball tucked under his harm. Typical Nate.She smiled to herself; she wouldn't have him any other way.

"What's up mom, I got the mail, some bills, a letter from Uncle Coop and," he paused for effect. "And this, thinking of picking up some classes?"

"If they offer a course in making ends meet," she smiled up at her son. She was always so happy when he was around; their close relationship was the most important thing to her. Screw Dan Scott and his unhappy family, Nathan is all she has ever needed.

"You know, you could up the traffic in here by having some hot girls dance on the bar?" Nathan smirked at his mother who whipped him on the shoulder with the towel she had in her hand. She was still smiling at him when she turned back around to continue drying some clean plates.

"Speaking of hot girls, sorry I'm late." Haley smirked as she bounced up behind Deb, as she grinned at her best friend over the counter.

"Where were you today?" Nathan asked curiously, he'd expected to see Haley around and instead she'd just been a no show.

"Local trip to the library. If you ever actually listened to me you'd actually know that!" Haley feigned annoyance as she pretended to glare at him; he just smirked back at her. Typical goofy Haley.

"Alright, I just can't believe you went out in public wearing that hat!" He chuckled to himself, causing Deb to giggle along with him and Haley to pout.

"Remind me why I'm friends with you again?" She questioned as she continued to pout, although everyone knew the answer to that. Haley James loved Nathan Scott and Nathan Scott loved her just as much if not more in return, just neither of them had admitted it yet.

"Nathan, this is from that basketball camp!" Deb exclaimed as she read the letter of acceptance, overflowing with pride.

"Yeah, I'm a finalist. It's not a big deal." He shrugged it off; he really didn't want everyone playing it up too much when he hadn't even gotten into camp.

"Yes it is, oh honey I am so proud of you." Deb smiled as she leaned over the counter and placed a kiss on his cheek. She replaced it with her hand and stroked the skin with her thumb.

"Yeah me too, we'll have to celebrate but right now, dirty dishes are beckoning," Haley over dramatised in a way that only she was capable of. "You rock, but don't let it go to your head." She smirked as she walked off. Nathan's eyes followed her until she disappeared out of sight. His actions not going unnoticed by his mom.

"You know, you two are going to end up married one day." she smirked knowingly as she imagined the two of them together.

"Stop it, we're just friends. We've known each other forever." He argued.

"Hmm, that sounds like a good place to start." she winked before she followed Haley into the backroom.

"You guys must be lost." Nathan called out. He had just made his way to the river court with the guys to play a little evening ball, to find that it was already being used, by Lucas.

"Whitey closed up the gym; we gotta have somewhere to run." Lucas smirked as he stepped away from the team and approached the five boys. The rest of the team quickly dropped behind him to back him up. They would ever leave Lucas to defend himself.

"Au Contraire," Tim spoke up. He was Lucas' wingman. God, why does he always have to sound like such a loser?

"Tim, just say yes we are. You see I'm in training for high fliers, not that you'd know anything about that now street trash." Lucas smirked to himself, bouncing the ball.

"Wanna bet?"

"Nate's a finalist too."

"Guys," Nathan interrupted. He'd really rather the blonde not knowing about that, if he failed to get in he knew Lucas would make it much worse for him,

"Pipe dream much," the Raven's team burst into sniggers and chuckles. The chance of anyone taking over Lucas's spot was unheard of, it just wouldn't happen. Lucas wouldn't let it happen "They only take one player from each school, who do you think they're going to pick. The star shooting guard of the undefeated Ravens or the river court bastard?"

Lucas chuckled before turning and shooting, the ball falling straight through the net and into the arms of a waiting Raven.

"I got you, come on, push Lucas," Dan grinned as he walked into the weights room and lifted the bar of Lucas, forcing it back into its holders.

"I had it dad," Lucas sighed wishing his father couldn't reach him in the gym. He had no privacy in his life from the man he called father, god.

"What you slinging?" He smirked as he read the weights Lucas was working on, a chance to tear him down in front of the team couldn't be missed. Gaining Lucas's respect seemed to be a very difficult task these days, but he would get it.

"160," Lucas muttered as he sat up, refusing to meet the eye of anyone that walked past. He refused to see them pity him.

"I didn't know I had a daughter," Dan chuckled as he continued to get on at Lucas. "Gotta start two a day if you want to impress the high flier scouts."

"Why, because you couldn't back in the day?" Lucas shot back over his shoulder as he took a drink from his bottle; if Dan could throw smart ass comments at him then he'd more than happily return them. Tearing down his unsuccessful father wasn't a difficult task for the blonde.

"I'm just trying to help you Lucas." Dan backed down instantly, realising his mistake in pushing the only son he'd acknowledged.

"What do you know about your other son applying for high fliers?" Lucas looked up, genuinely interested to see his dad's response to the question. He may not be happy to claim his dad but he was even less willing to share him.

"Don't call him that," Dan sighed as he moved round to face Lucas. "Don't worry; he'll never make it anyway."

"Well, he made finalist." Lucas shrugged as he pushed off the bench and quickly exited the gym.

Knock, knock.

Nathan jumped up off his bed and walked over to the door, he was expecting Haley to come over to watch some chick flick that she'd got herself excited over.

"You have the wrong son's house." Nathan said once he'd picked his jaw up from the floor after seeing Coach Whitey Durham stood on his porch.

"I need to talk to you about your gift," Whitey replied, indicating that this chat couldn't be done on the front porch in the cold weather. "I didn't know you could play 'til I saw that tape. You're a little rough around the edges but you have the makings."

"I'm not joining the team," Nathan interrupted. He wanted to get it clear up front; he had no interest of playing for the Ravens.

"I'm smarter than you give me credit for, asking you to play alongside Lucas with that ass crack of a father of yours as a coach. Well son, I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy," Whitey chuckled, causing a small smile to appear on Nathan's face.

"Nathan, I'm going to level with you. You getting into that camp is a long shot. I can only pick one athlete. Normally Lucas would be a shoe in but I was impressed by your tape." Whitey sighed.

"Then pick me," Nathan urged as if it was that simple.

"I need to be sure that you can hold your own in a team situation though Nathan," Whitey murmured.

"I can't play in that gym coach," Nathan sighed.

"Then play on the river court," Whitey's face lit up at the thought. Nathan entertained it and wondered what the old man actually meant; surely he didn't want Nathan to play Lucas.

"You want me to play against Lucas?" He checked.

"Well technically," Whitey stood to leave. Walking over to the door and opening it he took a step onto the porch before looking. "Technically I want you to beat him, but that's up to you."

"So Whitey asked you to play against Lucas?" Haley asked, shocked that the Ravens coach had approached her best friend at his own house. She knew Nathan was good but she didn't know he had the backing of the team coach, especially over his star player.

"Yeah, although he technically he wants me to beat him." Nathan chewed it over, debating whether or not he should actually challenge his brother to a game at the river court. "Oh, look at this." Nathan smirked as he tore a packet open and pulled out a cheap bracelet.

"Oh score a bracelet, the last time I got one of them I got a fake tattoo of some random number." Haley smirked as she continued to talk away about something, staring at him when she realised he clearly wasn't listening to anything she was saying.

"Well you can have it, it matches that thing you call a shirt." He smirked as he took her hand and slipped it onto her wrist, grinning as he saw it resting there.

"My mother made this for me so shut up," she smirked at him and he just laughed back.

"You shut up."

"No you shut up," Haley commented again. She laughed at their childish bickering.

"Don't say I never gave you anything Hales," he smirked as he looked down at her bracelet and she followed his eyes and smiled. Could everyone be right? Could she be in love with her best friend?

"Watching the glory days," Lucas scoffed as he walked in through the door to see his dad sat on the sofa watching videos of his and his mom's high school years. Could he get any more desperate?Especially since the girl in the videos was probably out getting horizontal with his brother right now.

"So I'm nostalgic," Dan chuckled.

"That's one word for it," Lucas laughed coldly before turning to go up the stairs to his room. "Sweet dreams dad."

"Cut me some slack son, I look at you and I see me twenty years ago, reminds me of all that promise. If I ride you it's only because I want to see you triumph where I fell down. That kid is a risk to all of that," Dan turned and stood from the chair, desperate to get a real conversation out of the blonde.

"You mean your other son," Lucas said coldly.

"Only biologically, he means nothing to me and you mean everything." Dan spoke as sincerely as he could; Lucas scoffed at the thought of his father being genuine.

"I saw his tape and I was wrong when I said he was no threat to you, so you're going to have do whatever it takes to beat him." Dan continued, hoping to get a better response.

"Don't sweat it dad, he challenged me to a one on one. I'll protect what's left of your good name," Lucas smirked before looking back to the TV to see his mom stood there in between Dan and Keith. "You've got bigger problems anyways."

"Lucas, you're up late." Karen yawned as she entered the kitchen, wishing she'd just spent the night at Keith's as opposed to coming home to the cold and hostile house that waited for her.

"Makes two of us," he muttered before turning to leave the kitchen. He regretted the way his and his mother's relationship had turned out but that's what happened when she decided her affair was more important than her son.

"Meetings you know." she lied. Even though she knew by now that she didn't need to, Lucas had known about it for all too long.

"Yeah I know." he smirked and shook his head. No wonder I'm such a screw up.He thought to himself as he began to walk away from him mom.

"Hey, wait. I thought I'd make some cocoa. We could talk like we used to." Karen tried to reach out to him. For years he'd been waiting for her to do so, but he'd given up long ago.

"Want a late night chat mom? Call Uncle Keith, I'm sure he'd come running." Lucas smirked as he left the kitchen, this time not to be called back.

"Nathan, of course you have to play the game." Haley whispered across the desks, they were sat together as they were in every other class.

"Haley, its Lucas." Nathan reminded her, challenging Tree Hill's IT boy was bound to cause more drama than Nathan wanted.

"You've already challenged him now Nathan. Don't let him stop you going for your dream. You've got to shoot for the stars." She giggled at the cheesiness of the last line.

"What are your dreams?" He whispered back.

"I never told anyone this, but I'd really like to be a singer." She giggled as she told him her ambition in life.

"A singer?" Nathan chuckled.

"Yeah, it would be cool. Touring the country and stuff..." Haley trailed off as she thought of how great it would be to break free of all the cliques in Tree Hill and just do her own thing. Writing songs about falling in and out love and sing to crowded venues every night.

"It's just; I've never heard you sing before." Nathan shook his head, shocked that Haley had been able to keep something like this from him for so long.

"Yeah I know, doesn't mean that I don't dream about it." She giggled and pulled a goofy face before turning back to the board. God, I love her.Nathan sighed as he watched her take down the rest of her notes.

"I thought it was time to break the ice," Dan smirked as he approached the lone player on the river court. He'd just dunked the ball through the net and collected the ball, before he ran back to take a long shot.

"After seventeen years, nice try." Nathan cold shouldered him and threw the ball through the air. A satisfied smile crept onto his face when he saw it drop through the chain.

"That's my DNA you know." Dan chuckled as he collected the ball and began to play with it.

"If that's what you need to believe." Nathan shrugged, determined not to let Dan get to him today or any other day of his life.

"Let's get right to it, I'll give you five hundred bucks to withdraw your application." Dan smirked as he reached into his back pocket; Lucas's future was just too big of a gamble.

"Wife give you this week's allowance," Nathan chuckled as he took a step back from his father. Trying to put as much space between them as he could.

"You really think you can win this thing? You're kidding yourself, just like your mom was kidding herself when she moved to Tree Hill." Dan smirked, the smug look still playing on his face as he turned to walk to his car.

"You know I wasn't sure if I was going to do this thing but now I am going to play, and I'm going to win." Nathan smirked back at him, more certain than ever that he had to win the game.

"I guess you are my son after all."

"You ready?" He grinned as he walked straight in through the open bedroom door, her house was always open. Especially to him.

"No," Peyton turned in her chair to face him. "I'm not going."

"Come on Peyt," Lucas sighed as he moved towards her. "I thought we were going to work on getting back to normal."

"Okay, trust me when I say that normal is the last thing that I want with us Luke, in case you haven't realised normal sucks with us. And I hate it when you call me Peyt." she shouted as she stood up and walked towards him, finally letting out months worth of emotions.

"Is this about Nathan?" He argued; she'd been acting out of character lately. She pulled him up on everything he did wrong and he was fed up of it. If she wanted the 'mommy's boy Scott' she should just go over to Nathan's and leave him to it.

"No, this is about you. I'm starting to see who you are and I maybe late to that party but better late than never!" She continued to yell and he was beginning to wish he'd just left her up here to sulk on her own rather than come see if she was actually going to be a civilised girlfriend for once in her life.

"You know what; I'll just come back when you're not so PMS." He sighed, using that as his exit line to get away from the curly haired blonde.

"Don't bother Luke, I mean it. We're done." She sighed as she flopped back down into her chair, he'd never fight for her. He was Lucas Scott, fighting was just one of those things he didn't have to do.

"Your loss," he smirked. She'd practically just given him permission to screw whoever he wanted after tonight's win. "Peyt."

"Let's get this game started," Whitey called as the two Scott brothers faced each other on the court. "Four on four, let's hustle." Whitey shouted out and the Raven's immediately got into a huddle to discuss the plan for the game. Give me the ball.Lucas told them.

"No, me against him. That's the way it's always been, why should tonight be any different?" Nathan challenged, he didn't want to hide behind the river court boys tonight. It would be just the two of them tonight.

"Your funeral." Lucas sighed as he caught a ball that Tim threw to him and began to bounce it.

"Fine, game to eleven by one." Whitey called out as Lucas went to walk past Nathan to the circle. The raven haired Scott put his hand out to stop him. The blonde glared at him for daring to do so.

"Shoot for ball," Nathan sighed and watched as Lucas threw it up and it soared through the air before falling straight the hoop, the satisfied smirk on his face grew.

"Rate my last two girlfriend's folks and you have the score, it's ten to nine in favour of Nathan Scott." Mouth called over the crowd as he recorded his podcast, dressed up in a suit as he sat on the bleachers with the river court boys.

"Oh and that's a foul by Scott," Mouth called out as Lucas elbowed Nathan in the nose before throwing the ball up and getting another basket. Nathan waved away the cries though and picked up the ball, "Scott calls it good however, no foul, basket counts."

"You know he's never mentioned you once, not in all these years." Lucas smirked as he readied himself to get the ball of Nathan.

"If you think things would've been different if he'd married my mom then you're a fool." Nathan replied a smile in place as he knew that this was going to be the winning shot. He knew that right then and there he was going to beat Lucas, beat Dan, beat all of them.

"No, you're a fool and after you miss this basket a loser too," Lucas snarled coldly as Nathan bounced the ball, guarding him closely.

"Scott's broke free and has made the shot," Mouth smirked as Nathan threw the ball from a distance. The whole crowd watched as it arched in the air before it soared down into the net. Cheers from the river court boys could be heard.

"Looks like Nathan's off to high fliers after all huh Danny?" Whitey smirked as he walked over to congratulate the younger son.

"It's only a game Dan," Karen muttered as she walked off. Not being able to bear the humiliation that Dan would heap onto her son about the way he'd played tonight.

Lucas looked around and he saw the cheerleaders stood their looking shocked. Brooke Davis for once had nothing to say. She just offered him a meek smile that he responded to with a slight nod, before he turned to her left to see Peyton smirking at him.

Yet what tore the young blonde down most was looking to catch his father's eyes and watching Dan just turn away, turn his back on the Raven's star shooting guard.

So that's the first chapter, i really hope you like it because i really enjoy writing it. I'm not taking credit for the majority of this though as it was all the writers of the show and i just moved bits and cut bits out. The next couple of chapters will be uploaded soon if the feedback is positive because i'm bored and as i said i find this really easy to write at the moment as opposed to my others. So please just leave me a little review to tell me if you like it or not!