Author's Note: As requested, I'd like to share the following review from OTHlove43234…
You get more reviews that anyone else I've ever seen on this site so
I'm hoping you'll help with the effort to save OTH. I'm sure you've
heard about the merger and it's being said that One Tree Hill might be on
the chopping block. So please, post an author's note with this
information, it's guaranteed to hit a lot of people that way. Let's save the
show we love!
LOTS OF INFOMATION...PLEASE TAKE A MINUTE AND LOOK! THIS CAME FROM THE
WB BOARDS!
ONE TREE HILL NEEDS OUR HELP
I'm sure you have all heard the buzz today about the WB and UPN
merging, If not,(http/w.msnbc. Right now, we need to show the network how
much we all LOVE and support One Tree Hill. You can do your part by
visiting and VOTE for One Tree Hill in the poll to see which shows make the
cut.
Also, send in videos of groups of your friends, sororities, etc having
One Tree Hill viewing parties. It's your chance to show the network
just how crazy you are for the show. There are no guidelines or deadline,
but everyone who sends in a tape will get an autograph cast photo. How
cool is that? All video tapes can be sent to:
649 US HWY 206 N, #9-155
Hillsborough, NJ 08844
TRL VISIT & FYE SIGNING
As many of you know the One Tree Hill - Volume 2 "Friends With Benefit"
soundtrack drops on Tuesday, February 7th. That same day Chad Michael
Murray, Hilarie Burton, and Tyler Hilton will be appearing on Total
Request Live. Then after their appearances on TRL the three will be heading
over to FYE for a signing and performance. Another perfect chance to
show everyone how much we support the show and don't want to see it go!
TRL airs 3:30PM ET/PT on MTV. FYE is located 1290 Avenue of the
Americas, New York, NY 10104. For more information you can call the store
(212) 581-1669.
Voting Link:
http/w.msnbc.
Sign the Petition:
I copied and pasted that review so if the links do not appear, a lot of information has been posted on the WB and Fan Forum boards. It is important as fans to stick together and do whatever it takes to show loyalty and love and support for our favorite show. I recommend tuning into the main One Tree Hill page over at the Fan Forum site. One of the moderators, Tammy, has been in constant contact with Mark Schwahn's assistant, Michelle, so it is important to stay tuned to the official words coming from that camp. All the fan led polls and petitions are great and hopefully if and when Camp Schwahn decides to proceed with the letter writing campaign, all the fans can come together and let their voices be heard and make a difference...
2016
Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina
(The Morning After)
Nathan Scott sat staring out the huge bay window that overlooked the horizon. To say he had been awake unusually early would not have been a true statement considering he had barely had any sleep at all the night before. He had been on edge, even more antsy than usual. Then there had been the meeting that had taken place out on the lanai.
The day before had been spent in town in close quarters discussing business with his lawyers and advisors. Business wasn't something he necessarily looked forward to but when money was involved, especially large portions of money that belonged to him, nothing stood in his way. Money made the world go round and in Nathan Scott's world, it was no exception.
No, it hadn't always been like that. Life was funny in fact. Everything did have a way of coming full circle. He had started out the arrogant bad boy and then morphed into a young man changed. But changes came and went and only lasted for so long. At 28, with his shorn haircut and movie star goatee, Nathan was more like the cocky Ravens captain than the sweet, newlywed husband.
Maybe it was because of destiny. Maybe it was because of time or circumstances. Perhaps it even had something to do with those closest to him, those that had changed beyond prediction over the years. Or maybe it had something to do with the man staring back at him from the large framed portrait that hung above the fireplace. The smirky grin and mischief filled eyes of his father.
After the meetings, Nathan had returned to the beach house and relieved the nanny. After giving the cook a list of the dinner menu that was to be prepared and berating the maid for folding his socks improperly, he had gone into the bedroom of many colors and storybook characters. At the desk over by the toy chest, sat his five year old son…
"What are you doing, son?"
"Coloring", the little boy answered.
His voice was soft like his mother's. He had also inherited her features and gentle nature, piercing blue eyes the greatest link to his father.
"Why are you coloring?"
"I'm drawing a picture."
"For me?" Nathan smiled.
"No. For Mommy."
Nathan's grin quickly faded as he nodded before leaning over to retrieve the Nerf ball on the floor.
"Heads up, Landon", he tossed it at the child.
On the back of the door was a child's basketball hoop.
"Daaaadddd…"
"Come on, son. Let me see your best jump shot. Put it in there."
"But I don't feel like playing."
"Why not?"
The little boy's eyes searched the room for an answer.
"My tummy hurts", he finally complained.
Nathan looked skeptical.
"The old stomachache, huh? Nice try, Lan."
"But it does. Honest."
"So you don't feel well enough to play ball with the Old Man but you feel okay enough to color?"
Landon shrugged.
"I guess."
"You guess or you're sure?"
"I, I don't know."
Nathan tossed the ball easily into the hoop.
"Okay. Well, how about this? You get in bed and think about that and I'll come back in an hour when you're sure."
"But Daddy…"
"And stop whining, Landon. I told you about that."
Tears clouded the child's eyes.
"But Mommy lets me color when my tummy hurts."
"Well, big surprise, Mommy's not here."
"Yes, I am", came a small but strong voice from the doorway.
Wearing a designer sundress with expensive sunglasses perched atop the dark auburn bangs of her straight shoulder length hair, stood Haley Scott.
"Mommy!" Landon ran over, clinging to his mother's leg.
"Hey, Sweetie Pie. How is Mommy's big boy?"
"Mommy, I made you a picture."
"Another picture? Wow! Then I am the luckiest mommy on the whole planet. I just love your pictures. Do I get to see it now?"
The little boy shook his head.
"Later when I'm all done, okay?"
"Okay", she winked. "Well hurry up so we can get you all washed up for dinner."
He skipped over to his seat and crayons while his mother stared at his father.
"What now, Hales?"
"You're too hard on him."
"No, I'm not. You're too easy on him. All he ever does is sit alone in this room and draw pictures of lines and circles that are supposed to be some kind of animals."
"So what? What are you expecting, Monet? He's five years old for God's sake. Leave him alone."
"He needs fresh air. And he needs to play sports."
"Let me guess, basketball?"
"What's so wrong with that?"
Haley shrugged.
"Nothing when it's just a game and he is having fun. But when it turns you into a dictator and our child into a slave, then yeah, I have a problem with it."
Nathan smirked and looked around.
"When it bought you this house and your loft in New York and the condo out in San Diego and your winter cottage in Scotland, basketball wasn't so bad, was it?"
She shook her head.
"Give it a rest. You're starting to sound like Dan."
Nathan reached out and grabbed her small wrist.
"How was shopping?"
Haley shrugged.
"It was shopping."
The tone of her voice let him know she was still slightly perturbed. There were certain things after 11 and a half years of marriage that a husband and a wife just knew about each other.
"Look, I'm sorry, alright?"
"And? You're always sorry."
He shrugged and gave her that same grin that had melted her heart for over a decade.
"I'm always cute, too. So what do you say? You want to make out?"
She bit her lip and tried to conceal her burgeoning smile.
"No. I don't make out with people I'm mad at."
"I'm just trying to toughen the boy up. Do you want to see our only son in 20 years living in Paris wearing a purple beret with hair down to his waist painting portraits of the Eiffel Tower and sharing a one bedroom villa with some dude named, Pierre?"
Haley chuckled.
"You are so dramatic. And if that would make Landon happy then as his mother, as his parents, we would be happy for him as long as he's happy. I'd rather see him like that than miserable because of all the sports politics along with an unwanted inherited basketball pedigree that turns out to be more of a burden than a blessing."
An exasperated Nathan shook his head and sighed.
"I don't get it. What do you want from me?"
"How about a little more parenting and a lot less bullying?"
"I love my son, Hales. You know that. I love you, too. I'm just trying to protect him."
She closed her eyes.
"Funny. Your father once said the same thing about you and Royal once said the same thing about him. The sad part is, you don't even see the irony of it."
Sighing, she leaned down just the same and kissed her husband who stared into her baby brown doe like eyes.
"Well, I'll let you relax after your shopping trip and we'll let little Picasso over there get back to his coloring. I guess I'll see you both at dinner."
"Of course."
"And by the way, wear something nice."
"Are we expecting company?"
"Bill is coming over."
She made a face.
"Since when is your attorney company?"
Nathan shrugged.
"We just have a few more things to discuss, important things."
"Let me take a wild guess…money?"
Nathan smirked.
"Of course. What's more important than that?"
She had given him that look and he had just grinned at her. Over the years, the playful banter had remained even at times when it seemed like they had little else. Time had changed them both. Haley had grown more independent but above all else she was a mother. Nathan had grown bitter and the years had made him a clone of sorts. But the love had lived on, no matter how strained the marriage. They had done their best to adjust to one another and simply move on.
Dinner had arrived and so had Bill just like clockwork. Haley had looked the part of the smiling, beautifully dressed dutiful trophy wife and Landon, so adorable in his pressed khakis and Polo Jr. shirt, had been on his best behavior. They were the pretty picture of a perfect young family. And after a French frozen vanilla dessert known as Crème Brulee, Haley has excused herself and Landon, leaving the men to their business as they sipped Scotch on the patio.
It had been a casual and light hearted night but the second the missus and the boy had disappeared from sight, Bill's face assumed a serious look as he pulled out his briefcase. He opened it and showed Nathan dozens of documents, carefully and solemnly explaining each one in hushed tones …
"So that's where we are, Nate. There it is."
Nathan stared straight ahead before taking another swallow of the iced down alcohol.
"There it is", he repeated.
Bill sighed.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news and break this to you but at the same time it is my job to look out for and protect your best interests. You needed to know."
Bill was right. Of course he needed to know. But it was so hard to fathom.
"Look, man, are you sure? I mean…"
"Positive. I wouldn't have brought this to you if I wasn't. It's all true, I'm afraid. I'm sorry, Nathan."
Nathan smirked.
"Don't be. Like you said, you're just doing your job, right? I mean, none of this is your fault. You aren't the one embezzling money from me, from the Scott trust."
"No, I'm not."
"I can't believe this shit."
"I'm sorry. I know this must be hard to take in."
"For the first five seconds? Yeah. Yeah, it was. But now in hindsight it makes all the sense in the world. I should have known. All this time, right under my nose. You think after all these years, you actually know a person. It was stupid of me to trust anyone."
"So what do we do now? I have taken measures to freeze all the funds and protect your assets. You are now the prime executor of the estate. No one can move anything, touch anything or even make a decision without your expressed consent. But I still say we call the police. I'm talking millions here, millions you could have lost very easily."
Nathan tapped his finger against the table. It wasn't so much about the money itself. It wasn't like he was even in need. In fact, on his own accord, Nathan was financially set for the rest of his life. But in the words of his grandfather, "you could never have enough money". It had gone deeper than a bunch of dead Presidents. Someone had betrayed him. Now there was a principle involved.
He looked at the pictures on the wall. The wedding photo of he and Haley on the beach. The one of her in his arms grinning proudly when he led his Denver Nuggets basketball team to an NBA championship. The one of them in awe holding a baby Landon, just minutes old. Then a more recent one of the three as a family. Finally his eyes fixated on that graduation photo, ten years old. It was one of the happiest days of his life, their lives. Those five people he had loved more than he loved himself. The bond of friendship ran deep. It almost made him physically ill to know that one of them would dare deceive him.
"No, Bill. No cops."
"I don't think that's smart, Boss, but what do you propose we do?"
Nathan polished off the drink.
"I'll handle it."
"Nathan…"
He looked over at Bill and the older lawyer knew instantly there was no reasoning with his client. The look Nathan gave him sent chills up and down his spine. It was shades of Royal and Dan Scott.
"I said, I'll handle it."
Bill had nodded and got the hell out of dodge leaving Nathan to ponder his master plan. And ponder he did. He had sat up all night, outside in the warm summer air watching the waves crash against the sand. And then, nothing…
It happened often. As a result of two serious car accidents, there had been irreparable neurological damage. Some would consider him lucky just to escape with his life but Nathan Scott felt anything but lucky. And whenever he did, the blackouts, the frequent times when lost hours of his life with no recollection of what he had done and where he had been, were an immediate reminder. Stress and anger often brought them on and when Nathan opened his eyes, it was suddenly a new day.
"Can I get you anything, Mr. Scott?" the maid asked.
"No", he shook his head.
A few minutes later his son came down the steps carrying a basketball almost bigger than his two tiny hands.
"Wanna play, Daddy?"
Nathan looked at him and managed a smile.
"You bet, Lan."
The little boy grinned as he headed out in the direction of the miniature hoop that was outside on the private court.
"Daddy, where's Mommy? Can Mommy come watch us play?"
Nathan bit his lip as he glanced over his shoulder.
"No, Spud. Mommy can't watch us today."
"Why?"
Nathan looked up at the staircase.
"Mommy's gone", he said simply and quietly.
Landon seemed confused for a minute before smiling and trying to dribble the ball again.
"Let's play!"
"I'll race you."
"No fair. You always win, Daddy."
"Because I'm bigger, stronger, and faster?"
"No. Cause you have wheels."
Nathan looked down at his legs, once limber and fast, now limp and useless. He maneuvered the wheelchair he was confined to so he could follow his son. Together they would play ball on a court, Landon with his drastically lowered hoop and Nathan with one that had been raised as he had trained himself to shoot from a sitting position.
On the way out, he saw the picture again. He picked it up and held it, staring at the six smiling faces. And now one of their own was gone forever. A person he had genuinely loved and trusted. A person he had done everything for. Smirking, he put the frame back on the table. His heart would not allow him to feel pity or guilt or remorse or sorrow of any kind. He doubted it but perhaps those feelings would come later. If so, he'd find a way to deal with it.
It was sort of like 10 and a half years prior on another warm night right before the start of senior year at Tree Hill High. There had been another person he had loved and trusted. That person had let him down as well. That person had hurt him. And that person was his father, the powerful, manipulative shell of an evil man Nathan was slowly morphing into with age.
That person had died. Dan had perished in a mysterious fire at his own car dealership. And Nathan had stood there silent with his mother and wife watching what was left of the building burn to the ground. He had watched the search and rescue team remove what was left of his father's remains hours later. All the while he had stood there, unable to move, unable to feel, unable to cry. Death was the last thing he had wished on his father but when it was all over, he couldn't say he was sorry it had happened.
And the sociopathic like feelings of indifference had resurfaced once more. Once again he had loved and trusted. Once again he had been hurt. That person had committed the ultimate sin and in turn had paid the ultimate price. And once again, Nathan Scott felt nothing.
