A/N: I wish I could force myself to write things that would help me instead of writing things to entertain me…but no, alas.

Life on the Flip Side

Chapter 3

By the ever lovely superscar!

Was it just him or did Lucas swing his hips when he walked?

Nathan sighed, what would life be like without his half-sister?

He wouldn't be stuck in this body, he wouldn't be worried his father would kill him…or at least, any more than usual…and he wouldn't have to be constantly on guard to make sure he didn't lose his girlfriend…to himself.

Ugh.

Nathan took a practice jumper. Up…and in. Swish.

"Nice shot, Luke!" Haley hollered at him.

That's right, he was a bad ass. Nathan Scott's got game in any body, folks.

Lucas leaped into the air and dunked, hanging off the rim.

Show off.

Nathan glanced at Haley to find her rolling her eyes and he smirked.

"Nathan!" he turned automatically toward his father's voice when he remembered the minor detail…that it might throw the world of its axis if Lucas Scott were to jog over to Dan for a little pep talk before the game.

"Son!"

Interestingly enough, that got Lucas's attention.

Nathan's eyes narrowed as Lucas caught his eye and jogged nervously up to his biological father.

"Ladies! Bring it in," Whitey interrupted their little family discussion and the team bunched into a huddle.

One advantage to this little switchamaroo was that he was back at shooting guard.

However, an aspect of this that he had not considered was that Lucas didn't make the best small forward.

He wasn't bad per say. Well, Nathan thought he was bad, but someone objective and blind might not think so.

"Scott!" Whitey was throwing his clipboard.

That was never, ever a good thing.

Tim called a time out as Whitey proceeded to bitch Lucas out. It was kinda funny, actually, but that was before Dan joined in.

Despite the fact that people would be talking about it for years to come, Nathan yanked Lucas away from the huddle.

"You're fucking up, what's going on?"

Lucas shook his head and his eyes were a little wild. Nathan sighed. He recognized Dan-drama when he saw it.

"Welcome to my world. Ignore it, though. You're me, you have to play like me. I tune out Dan half the time. You're bigger than you usually are, so power it up or I'll be forced to kick your ass, get back in there," he shoved Lucas back into the huddle.

Whitey frowned at them and Nathan shrugged.

"Ravens on three!" Tim called out as the buzzer rang.

"You're looking hot tonight, Lucas," Brooke brushed up against Nathan's ass as he in bounded the ball.

Nathan smirked and glanced over to Peyton, who didn't seem at all pleased by the turn of events.

Cheating whore.

He passed off to Tim and was off running.

Whether his little pep talk had worked or Lucas pulled himself together on his own, he didn't know, but his game improved drastically.

The crowd was cheering for him and Dan was on his feet every time he shot.

And the bastard didn't seem to miss.

But that was good…he was using his body and getting in good with Dan so that Nathan wouldn't be grounded for the rest of his life.

So why was he jealous?

His stupid really nice mom, a friend that cared about him…other people's girlfriends seemed to lust after him.

Fucker.

And now apparently if he took Nathan's body, he could be just as good.

He'd see about that.

Nathan had been holding back, but this was it. He had more experience on the court than Lucas could dream of. Years of basketball camp, AAU and practicing til he thought he would die.

There was no way this bastard spawn who quit in seventh grade was just going to take his game, take his body and take his father without Nathan doing anything to stop him.

That's when he started scoring like mad. It didn't matter that it made Lucas look good, this was a competition between them. Could his poor little bastard brother do better if he had the body?

Or was it the experience?

Dan ignored him completely.

Nathan even caught sight of him checking his watch after he scored. He didn't even recognize the moves him himself had taught.

But Lucas pulled some lame ass fade away and Dan was on his feet.

Fucker.

The game was over all too soon and Lucas won.

The disadvantage to telling people not to pass to him was that when one accidentally switched bodies with him, one didn't get the ball too much.

But honestly, how was he supposed to plan for that eventuality?

"Party at the Beach?" Tim slapped Lucas's ass and howled.

"Uhh…" Lucas's eyes darted quickly to Nathan for confirmation. "Yeah, of course."

Nathan jerked his head, motioning Lucas to come over.

"Invite me," Nathan hissed quietly.

"Party at the Beach house, man, you coming?"

"Why would you ask me? I thought you hated me?" Nathan bitched.

Lucas glared at him and his lips quirked. "Team party."

"Guess I'll be there then," Nathan smirked, turning to Lucas's mom as she approached him.

"You were amazing, Lucas!"

Nathan shrugged modestly, "It wasn't a big deal." And it really wasn't. He'd played much better. 16 points? Eww. What he wouldn't give for a couple more inches, more ups, more strength training…oh, right, his own body.

"You did great, Luke!" Haley threw herself into his arms and Nathan resisted the temptation to let his hands slide to her ass.

Enough time for that later, if Lucas made a move on Peyton.

Or Peyton made a move on him, Nathan scowled.

"What's wrong?" Haley frowned.

"Have to go to a party at Nathan's."

"You don't have to go anywhere, Lucas Scott," Haley scolded.

It was like the guy had two mothers to make up for his lack of fathers. Geez.

"But I don't want him to beat me," Nathan pouted pathetically.

"You're pathetic," Haley sighed.

About fucking time someone noticed! Nathan beamed at the girl.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"Wanna come?" he grinned as her eyes widened.

He wasn't taking no for an answer.

TBC