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Haley knocked lightly on the guest bedroom door, she didn't really want to be back so soon but she had to give him his clothes. She grabbed the first pair of boxers and socks she saw, and picked out a nice pair of jeans. She had spent a little time on picking his shirt before deciding the baby blue polo would do wonders for his eyes.

She heard a muffled come in and walked in to Nathan sitting on the edge of the bed pulling the shirt over his head. His back was to her and he didn't bother to turn around so she just placed the clothes on the bed and quickly made her exit.

"Haley," He called as she was walking out the door. She spun around slowly and this time he was turned to look at her. "Can…" He sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

She frowned and started to walk over to his side of the bed. "You need help?"

He let out a heavy breath and looked up to her, she could tell that it was taking everything in him to hold his pride together and knew she wouldn't get a straight answer. She grabbed his hand and looped his arm around her shoulder, letting her other hand hold his waist. "How often do you try walking?"

"I try to stand, but I never get that far." He said softly, shame in his tone.

She nodded and started to stand. "Come on."

She took her time and he was grateful, he was using all of his concentration on keeping his weight on his feet. If they were to give out right now, there was no way the tiny girl next to him would be able to hold them up.

"Nathan," He snapped out of his thought and looked to her. She was giving him a huge smile and he almost smiled back just from looking at it, before he caught himself. "You're standing." She squeezed his hip.

He scoffed and looked to his feet. He was almost standing straight up but he was also leaning immensely on her. "If you let go right now, I'd go tumbling."

"Maybe so, but I'm certainly not the only thing holding you up. Come on, walk." She started to move her foot forward but was halted by his form staying solid.

"No, just get me my chair." He pointed a little ways from the foot of the bed where it was.

She glanced at the chair and then back to him. "Walk, Nathan."

She felt his resistance when she took her step again but he still moved his leg. It should have taken 10 seconds to get to the guest bathroom, but it took 5 minutes. Nathan was extremely frustrated the entire time, but he still did it. When he got into the bathroom she put the lid down on the toilet and he sat there. She turned on the bath water and started to let it fill, and then went to get his clothes from the room. When she put them by the sink he saw her give him a look and before she could take the conversation there he put a hand up. "I got it from here."

"They're just pants, Nath-"

"Haley, I got it."

She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'll be back in 30 minutes to check on you." She huffed slightly and walked out.

Nathan held back the smile until the door was closed; she was going to be something else. He looked down at his pants and the smile fell; this was going to be hell.

Just as she had said, Haley returned exactly 30 minutes later. With a swift knock on the door she was almost surprised how quickly he responded. When she opened the door he already had his jeans and socks on, and his hair was freshly wet. He did smell good for once though, which was nice. He started to pull his shirt over his head when she stopped him.

"You might want to wait for that." She put her hand on the shirt, lowering it.

He pulled the parts of his arms that were in it, out, and gave her a confused look. His eyes got wide when she held up the black object in her hand turned it on, a mischievous smile on her precious face. He was going to argue, but instead gave her a pleading look.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Oh please, you know as well as I do that it has to go. Lean over the tub."

He shook his head. "You know, I met you like a couple hours ago and you've already managed to take over my house, toss water on me, and make me shower. I think you could leave my hair alone. I get it, you're real nice for doing Clay this favor, but if I really could do anything about it you wouldn't be in the equation right now. So do us both a favor and only do what's necessary because we both know neither of us really want to be in this situation."

She turned the clippers off and placed them on the counter, and then leaned against the wall opposite from him.

He looked up to her when she was across from him with a glare. "You know, he's never even talked about you. I don't know why you help him; he doesn't even act like you exist."

He watched her eyes as his words processed. He immediately felt bad… somewhere in him, but mostly he just wanted her gone. He didn't want to or need to be dealing with this crap, he had enough problems. Plus, he'd be doing this chick a favor. The look in her eyes never changed, and she only stayed quiet long enough to make sure he was done talking.

"I don't do anything I don't want to do, Nathan. As for my relationship with Clay, it is none of your business. You are my client. Now, as for the hair, if you really want it, keep it. I could care less, but it's not you. If there's one thing I know, it's that if you look good you feel good. Now, you can say whatever you want, and try to put up every wall there is, but I know that you want to be back on that court." She slowly slid down the wall so that they were eye level. "And I can get you there."

He looked up to her and stared at her, but he never said anything. She patted his cheek lightly, "its okay, and I can keep a secret." She winked and stood, then began to walk out the door. She halted when she heard him clearly say her name, and when she turned around he was holding up the clippers. He shrugged as he extended them to her and she beamed a beautiful smile as she walked back towards him.

"Little brother?" Lucas called out as he walked into Nathan's house. He stopped as soon as he walked in and took his time to look around. Nathan's house hadn't been this clean since the person that lived her before him. It also didn't smell like ass – nice plus. Even if this was all Haley had accomplished, she had worked a miracle. He looked down the hallway and all the room doors were open and the lights were off, so he didn't bother checking there. He made his way towards the living room and into the kitchen and noticed that it was also spotless; not a dirty dish or pizza box in sight. There also didn't seem to be a drop of alcohol – nice touch. "Nathan!?"

"Out here!"

His head snapped to the glass doors to the back of the house and he quickly opened them. He couldn't help but smile when he saw Nathan. He looked like a brand new person. His head was a clean buzz cut and his sad excuse for facial hair was gone.

"What's up?" He asked, leaning on the wall of the pool.

"Why are you in the pool?"

He looked down in the water for a second, seemingly thinking of a proper answer. "Haley said it helps to practice my walking, you know the whole gravity thing." He moved his hands above the water.

Lucas chuckled and nodded, he moved to sit on the edge of one of the long chairs by the pool. "So how'd it go?"

"What? With Haley?" He began to walk on the side of the pool, using one hand to hold onto the wall.

Lucas nodded at him.

Nate shrugged. "She introduced herself by tossing water on me, and everything from then on was just an order."

"The house looks good."

He looked at him and smiled. "I wasn't complaining."

Lucas gave him a serious look. "Watch it little brother, this isn't some groupie. She's a good person."

Nathan rolled his eyes at him. "You think I don't know that?"

"I'm just making sure you do." He glanced at his watch. "Come on, get out of there. Game starts at 8, let's drink a beer and watch it."

"As nice as that sounds," Nate pulled himself up out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool, with just his legs dangling in. "Haley threw out every drop of alcohol in this house – Even my mouthwash."

Lucas laughed as he pulled his wheelchair up to him and helped him in it. "Gatorade it is."

He started to wheel himself in the house before Lucas could get the chance to help him. "Yeah, sounds good. I'm just gonna go change."

"Yeah, alright." Lucas watched him go down the hallway and waited until the door shut before pulling his phone out and scrolling for Clay's number.

"Hey Luke." He answered almost immediately.

"Your sister works miracles."

He gave an amused chuckle. "She's good at what she does."

"Well I knew that but this is crazy, the house it spotless, you can see Nathan's ears and he sort of smiled."

"Whoa."

"Exactly, but look I'm gonna go he should come back any second. Just thought you should know how awesome your sister did." Before Clay could reply he heard the dial-tone in his ear. He reluctantly pulled the phone away from his ear, but quickly dialed a new number and returned the phone.

"This is new." He rolled his eyes at her sly tone.

"Hey Little Sis."

"What do I owe this honor?"

"Haley… Can you just like, give me a break?"

She scoffed and even though he couldn't see her, he figured she was rolling her eyes as well. "Tell me what you want Clay."

"I just wanted to thank you… I just talked to Lucas and he said Nate's already doing well and it's all because of you."

Haley let her smile show this time; he wasn't there to see it. "I can't take credit, it's all him."

"That's sweet, Haley, really. Nice and humble. You got something against hearing you're the best?"

"No, Clay. I'm just not the one that needs words of encouragement right now."

He let out a loud sigh; it was like talking to a wall. A contradicting wall.

"I just wanted to say thank you."

"Thank me when I'm done." She pulled the phone away from her ear and hit the red end button with way more force than it needed. She hated being mean to him, he was still her little brother. But he couldn't just simply be forgiven, he abandoned her when she needed him most and after that she no longer had any desire to have him in her life. He didn't care, therefore neither did she.

Truth of the matter, this was not about Clay. It was about Nathan Scott. This was not a favor to Clay; it was a favor to Nathan, and maybe even herself. The fact that Clay was his agent was just a negative in the situation, but not a deal breaker. Haley knew how important this is and she would do anything in her power to get Nathan Scott back on that court.

Haley slammed on her breaks as she pulled into her parking spot and jammed in her car into park. She buttoned the three buttons on her tiny black vest that was pulled over her white top and checked her make up in the mirror. She made her way up into the huge building as quickly as possible and ran to catch the open elevator. She quickly went through her phone as it ascended and hit the number she was looking for.

"Hey, can you meet me in my office right now? It's really important… Alright, thanks." She hung the phone up and the elevator stopped on the fourth floor, a couple people got out but it was mostly packed still and she had to make it to the top floor. This was going to take forever.

Just as she suspected, Quinn was already in her office when she got there and she gave her a pout when she saw her leaning against her desk with her arms crossed.

"What'd you call me from down the street? You know my office is two doors down, right?"

Haley smiled and shook her head; she walked over to place the stuff on her desk. "I managed to get into the most demanding elevator of the day; we stopped six times." She plumped down in her desk chair and Quinn sat across from her.

"Rough life," She joked. "So what's going on?"

"I need you to go see a client for me today."

Quinn sat up more in her seat. "Alright, can I ask why?"

Haley nodded as she spoke; she was flipping through a stack of papers on her desk. "My brother is a sports agent-"

"You have a brother?" Quinn cut off.

Haley looked back up to her. "Yes." After answering she went back to the papers. "One o-"

"Why did I not know that?" Quinn cut off again.

Haley sighed and looked up again. "We're not close. This is about the client."

Quinn rolled her eyes, but let it go. She would get to the bottom of this later. "Ok, I'm listening."

"One of his clients, Nathan Scott," She pulled out the file and handed it to her, "injured his back. It was sort of a last minute thing and I totally forgot I had to wrap up my sessions with Michael today."

She looked up to Quinn who simply nodded to her.

"Alright, the address is on there." She put the key on the desk. "That's the key if he doesn't answer the door, but knock first; I really irked him the last time. And you won't need to be there long, just make sure he and the house is clean, and that he's not drinking. Do some leg exercises with him, or whatever you think he needs. And if he asks tell him I'll see him first thing tomorrow."

Quinn closed the file after gazing at it and shrugged, "Sounds easy enough."

Haley finally sighed in relief. "Thanks Quinny."

Quinn smiled at her as she got ready to leave. "Anything for you, partner." She shouted over her shoulder as she walked out of Haley's office.

Haley took a second to lay her head back and rub her eyes; she really needed to compose herself. After giving herself a couple seconds she went right back into 6th gear, grabbing Michael's paperwork off her desk and bolting out of her office.

Quinn wasn't surprised when Haley's parking spot next to hers was empty when she got down to her car. She hadn't taken long to get her stuff and get out of the office, but Haley had a habit of getting ahead of herself and moving at a million miles a minute. She got into her car and punched the address into her GPS.

"Holy crap." Quinn mumbled to herself as she pulled into the long drive way. This house was freaking huge. Sure, Quinn was no stranger to money or nice thing; owning your own hospital basically made it so you could have what you pleased. Still, something about this house managed to take your breath away. Maybe it was the view? The house was up high on a hill, but there was still a sand trail all the way down to the water.

After parking her car, she took a little time to gawk before putting on her professional face and gathering her stuff. When she got out of her car, she put her paperwork and purse on the hood of her car and used her window to adjust her dress and fix her hair. When she was satisfied to pick her stuff back up and made her way towards the house. Geese, even the doors to this place are huge. She took a breath and knocked on the door.

Quinn stood there for awhile as she tapped her foot; he was taking quite awhile to come to the door. She thought about using the key, but remembering he was in a wheel chair, she decided to give him a little longer.

She was relieved when she saw the figure coming towards her through patterned glass, and put her best smile on her face. Too bad the smile didn't last long with the look he was giving her.

"Who are you?" He spat as soon as he opened the door. Haley was already thirty minutes late and that had pissed him off enough, now there was someone here trying to waste his time?

She looked down at him, he was in his wheelchair, but other than that he looked perfectly fine. His clothes seemed fresh and he had definitely showered. He was actually a very good looking guy. She put the smile back on her face and extended her hand towards him. "I'm Quinn, Haley sent me to takeover-"

"Where's Haley?" He cut her off. He ignored her hand as he glared at her.

She reluctantly dropped her hand and didn't bother trying to hold a smile anymore. "She had another client-"

"So what? She just sends you to do the dirty work?"

Quinn looked at him in disbelief. Why was he such an asshole? "No, she just couldn't-"

"What? Deal with me? Well fuck her and you!" He nearly yelled.

She watched as he wheeled back just enough to slam the door in her face. She watched the door for a little, trying to process what the hell just happened. The only thing she managed to figure out was that she had no clue. She did know one thing though, she wasn't welcome and unlike Haley she didn't waste her time trying to help people that didn't want to help themselves. So, she dialed Haley's number as she made her way back to her car.

Haley took a deep breath as she parked her car into Nathan's drive way the next morning; she was trying dearly to control the boiling anger within her. She was absolutely livid when she had heard Quinn's voicemail after dinner with Michael's family. She almost took off directly to Nathan's house and gave him her piece of mind, before deciding she had to actually talk to Quinn about this. After talking to Quinn, she was only more pissed. She could have killed him for treating her best friend and partner like that. For his sake, she decided to sleep it off. It didn't help with the anger; she was still fuming, but it did give her some time to think and before going off on him she had to find out what the hell was wrong with him this time.

She took her time getting out of her car, but wasted none barging into his house. She was immediately stopped in her tracks; the house was absolutely trashed, and smelled horribly of whiskey. The floor had broken glass on it, from what she figured was bottles of alcohol and there was a few pizza boxes, and even some slices themselves spewed all over the floor. It was almost as if he trashed it on purpose.

She looked up form examining the floor and immediately saw him. He was laid out on the couch with a bottle of tequila spilled next to him. From where his wheelchair was placed, it looked like he had flung himself there. The table in front of him was covered in more broken bottles, but it was mostly beer this time.

She sighed and ran her hands through her hair; she was no longer mad, now she just felt bad again. That was always her biggest problem; sympathy. Well, that and confusion. How had he even got to the store to get this crap? She had searched this house up and down to make sure every drop of alcohol was gone; he couldn't have got it from here.

She couldn't help but jump a little when she heard another man groan, she walked a little closer and looked to the couch opposite of the one Nathan was laying on. Sure enough, there was another man passed out on it. He his face was hidden by his arm, but he had shaggy brown hair hanging off his head. He was also clutching a beer in his hand, and by the way his legs were hanging off the couch they were definitely in use. A light bulb seemed to ignite in her head at that and her previous question was answered.

She grabbed the beer bottle from the man's hands and kicked the couch he was laying on. The sudden movement caused him to shoot up and when his arm moved from his face she recognized him immediately.

Damien West. He and Nathan had both went into the NBA in the 2004 draft. Nathan was number two, he was number six. He had only been in the NBA for a year when he crashed his Corvette into a SUV with a family in it while driving drunk, and needless to say his career was over after that. Nathan, on the other hand, had managed to keep a fairly nice image through his eight years of playing. If she wasn't already convinced, that had convinced her furthermore that Damien was definitely the problem right now.

"Who the fuck are you?" He growled as he clutched his head.

She startled him when she broke the beer bottle on the ground next to him. She hadn't noticed, but she woke Nathan up as well.

"Your worst nightmare, now get the fuck out!" She screamed at him as she leaned over him, pointing towards the door.

"Chill bitch." He mumbled as he rolled off the couch. She watched as the man grabbed his wallet off the table and quickly scurried away from her.

"Come back and the cops will remove you!" She yelled at his figure as he took off out the door.

She took a few ragged breaths as she dragged both her fingers through her hair. She was trying to think of any techniques she knew for calming down when his voice snapped her out of thought.

"Why are you here?" She barely heard in a low voice.

She took a breath but held it in as she turned to him.

Nathan instantly regretted speaking when he saw the fire in her eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"What the hell is your problem!?" She finally let out, flailing her arms in the air.

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