Author's Note: I'm glad you all liked the last chapter, but chapter eight seems to be a favorite. I'm glad, because I enjoyed writing that chapter. And I don't mean to be pushy, but if you haven't checked out In The End, could you please do so, and if you have already, please review it. Thanks for all of the amazing reviews!

Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill or Foo Fighters (story title).

Haley looked up as Nathan entered her room. He looked positively exhausted as he shut the door. He rubbed a hand over his face and walked over to Haley's bed before crawling onto it. Haley looked back down at her laptop as he spread across her bed and closed his eyes. With one hand, she reached out and touched his side. Neither said anything as Nathan drifted into a restless sleep.

Three hours later, the two teenagers woke up to the sound of a loud crash. Haley jerked in Nathan's arms just as Nathan jerked under her. Next to them, Haley's laptop was blinking with the message 'Battery Low.' As quietly as she could, Haley moved to shut the laptop. Then they both stared at the door.

A few moments later, Nathan moved Haley from the safety of his arms. "Wait here," he said.

Haley shook her head. "I'm coming with you."

Nathan opened his mouth to protest, but he seemed to think better of it. Finally, he put a finger to his lips, motioning for her to be quiet as he opened the door. They heard footsteps downstairs, and Nathan went into his room and grabbed the first thing his fingers came in contact with—a baseball bat. He held it in front of him as he and Haley made their way down the stairs.

Nathan raised the bat above his head when they saw a dark figure in the hallway. Just as he was about to bring it down on the person's back, he turned around. Through the darkness, Haley caught a glimpse of his face and jumped up, grabbing his arm.

Nathan stopped and looked at Haley, about to say something, but Haley pointed at the figure. "Your father," she said.

Nathan dropped the bat and flicked on the lights. Sure enough, Dan Scott was standing in front of them, his hands held out.

"What the hell are you doing?" Nathan demanded.

"I'm trying to get into my house," he said. "What the hell are you doing?"

Nathan ignored his question. "You don't live here anymore," he said instead.

Dan let out a laugh. Haley felt herself shiver at the inhuman sound. "I paid for this house," he said.

"Mom paid for this house. Get out."

"What's going on?"

The three occupants of the hallway looked up to see Deb at the top of the stairs. She looked disheveled, but she was wearing the same slightly crazed expression she had been wearing earlier in the day. Both Nathan and Haley inwardly winced. She had taken more pills.

Haley quickly made her way up the steps and stood in front of Deb. "Why don't you go back into your room and lie down, Deb?" Haley asked. She kept her hands out in front of her, preventing Deb from walking down the stairs. Haley turned around to glance at Nathan. He sent her a thankful look.

Unfortunately, that small movement gave Deb time to look around Haley and see Dan. She attempted to push past Haley, but the young woman wouldn't move.

"YOU!" she screamed at Dan, pointing a finger at him.

Dan chuckled and shook his head. "I see you're taking your happy pills again, Deb," he said. "I can see you really want to take care of your son."

"You son a bitch!" The screeching sound of Deb's voice matched the inhuman sound of Dan's laugh.

"Careful, now. You could be referring to Nathan—he's the son, you're the bitch." Dan knew he was provoking Deb, and he was enjoying it.

"GET OUT!"

Dan ignored Deb and turned to Nathan. "Move, son," he said.

"I'm not your son," Nathan said through gritted teeth.

Dan looked indifferent. "What a shame." He went to move past Nathan, but his son blocked his way.

Haley placed her hands on Deb's arms and attempted to steer her around, back towards her bedroom. "Come on, Deb," Haley said softly.

"Get off me, you bitch!" Deb yelled. Haley's hands immediately dropped from Deb's arms, as though she had been burned. But she didn't move from in front of Deb. "I want you OUT OF THIS HOUSE!" she yelled at Dan.

Dan looked at her and gave her a very short expletive.

Suddenly, Deb lashed out and pushed past Haley. The young woman lost her footing, and braced herself for the feeling of hard wood on her back—but it never came. Nathan had bounded up the steps, and, using his quick reflexes, had caught her before she hit the ground.

Haley opened her eyes, not realizing that she had closed them. Nathan's face was full of worry, but his face contorted into one of anger as he glared up at his mother.

"I want both of you out," he growled. He set Haley on his feet and reached for his mother. He gently led her down the stairs. "I can't deal with this anymore!" he said. "You've done this to us once, Mom. Now you need to leave. Don't come back until you've gotten help."

Deb suddenly looked helpless. "Nathan—"

"No, Mom," Nathan said. "I'm done. If you decide that you want help, go to Karen. She'll know where to take you." He sighed and shook his head. "It's me or the pills."

Deb looked at Nathan before leaving the house. She didn't shut the door behind her—she knew that Dan would soon be living.

"You're a sick bastard," Nathan said, turning to his father.

"I always used to think that you had a heart," Dan said. "But now I know you are just like me. Kicking your mother out like that—"

Dan was cut off by Nathan's fist colliding with his face. Dan stumbled backwards, clutching his nose as blood spilled out between his fingers. Haley stood, frozen, on the steps. She had never seen Nathan lash out like this.

Suddenly, Dan hit Nathan in the side of the face. Nathan fell to the floor as Dan turned on his heel and left the house, slamming the door shut behind him. Haley scrambled down the steps and dropped to her knees at Nathan's side.

"Nathan, are you okay?" Haley asked, helplessly, as she rolled Nathan over.

Nathan gingerly touched the side of his face as he sat up. He looked at Haley and shook his head. "No," he said. "I'm not okay. I just had to kick my mother out. My father hit me. I'm the furthest thing from okay, Haley."

Haley bit her lip, and then pulled him into a hug. She was careful not to touch the side of his face as she held him. She pulled back and cupped his face in one hand. Then she leaned forward and touched her lips to his. Her lips seemed to move on their own accord.

Nathan's lips moved over hers softly, almost tentatively, as if he didn't want to push her. From past stories, Haley knew that Nathan was far more experienced then her, but she felt a small thrill for initiating the kiss.

When she pulled back, both were breathless. They had never experienced anything like that before. Haley licked her lips and watched for Nathan's reaction.

"What was that for?" Nathan finally asked.

Haley once again bit her lip. "I wanted to," she said softly. She was never normally this forward, but she felt a bravery with Nathan. She blushed as she remembered the night before with him.

"I wanted you to," Nathan replied, before claiming her lips again.

Author's Note: This was a short chapter, I know. But it was a teensy bit of a filler, in some respects. But I hope you liked it. Next chapter will be longer, I promise. Review, please?