Author's Note: I don't own anything except Kimorah and her family. This story takes place after Nathan's accident. Thank to everyone who read and reviewed the first two chapters.

Chapter 3: New York musician: Basketball star

When the girls were gone Lucas took a seat in the chair next to Nathan's bed.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm not doing anything. What are you tripping over?"

Lucas frowned, "Nathan, you're in your hospital bed and you have some girl sleeping with you. You don't see anything wrong with that?"

Nathan rolled his eyes. "Luke relax. Kim and I are just friends. We've been best friends since crib time. It's not erotic or sexual when we sleep side-by-side."

"That's not the point. The point is that you are married. What if Haley had walked in to see you and Kimorah together."

Nathan scowled at Lucas. "Why the hell would Haley be walking into my room? It's not like she knows that I am here. Right?"

Lucas sighed. "Don't be mad, but I called her and I told her about the accident. She's you wife and I thought that she should know."

"So you fing call her, even after I told you not to. Where the hell do you get off? If I wanted her to know I would have told her. I asked you not to tell her. What the hell were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that maybe my brother wasn't thinking clearly. So I thought I'd help..."

Nathan cut him off. "Stop...just stop. I can already see that living with Dan has started to change you. That didn't take long."

Lucas clenched his jaw. "What do you mean by that?"

"C'mon Lucas. For a while you trusted me, now you're treating me like a child, the Dan Scott signature move. Luke, I'm not a damn child. I know the consequences of my actions. So you can stop stressing."

"Wow. You expect me to believe that crock ? I'm sorry. Nathan I've stood back and watched. You drunk yourself into a frenzy, painted a wall pink with clowns, and chased your wife. You may not want to admit it but everyone else can see that you're scared. Scared of failing, scared of losing Haley, whatever but you're scared. I admit I'm being a bit overprotective, but dammit you slammed into a wall at 198 mph and barely manage to escape with your life. I consider that a cry for help."

"Luke I don't need a preacher. Your my brother and I appreciate and respect your concerns but that doesn't give you the right to go against my wishes."

"I did it help you not to upset you."

"I know but if I wanted Haley to know, I would have called her myself."

Lucas sighed. "Yeah, but you didn't. You called some past fling or whoever she is to you."

Nathan grunted. "She's my best friend."

"So is Tim, but you didn't call him."

"This is different. Kimorah is my reinforcement for all future dealings with Dan. She's the only person who has the balls to intentionally start a fight with Dan. She's kind of like Dan but more appealing. She's going to take of me and I want her to."

Lucas shook his head. "Haley could do that for you if you let her."

"I let her and she declined. I begged her to come home and save me from myself and she turned her back on me. She turned on me not the other way around. So forgive me if I've decided to find solace with Kimorah."

"Nathan, I know it's hard, but Haley is your wife and she loves you."

Nathan sighed. "I don't really want to talk about Haley anymore. So let's just drop it. Okay?"

"Nate..."

"Drop it."

"Nate..."

"Luke. Man drop it, okay. Haley's made her decision and so have I. We're over Luke. There's no more Nathan and Haley Scott. From now on it's Nathan Scott, basketball star, and Haley James, New York musician."