Title: Past Mistakes Made Right

Author: HSW aka Mel

Spoilers: All of season one and season two

Summary: What would you do if you only had three months to live?

Ships: Lucas/Peyton; Nathan/Brooke; Jake/Haley

Disclaimer: If I owned OTH do you think NH would be together? Do you think Lucas would have feelings for Brooke? Do you think James Lafferty would spend time anywhere but my bedroom and filming? So no I don't own OTH.

A/N: Ok so this is my new fic. Its Lucas/Peyton and it will a sad one. Last week I was watching 'Life as a House' and the idea of that hit me, what would you do if you had three months to live and then I wanted to see if I could fit it into OTH and here is the result. I don't really expect a lot of people to read or review this as Im not sure how the really angsty, tear jerking fics go but I am going to post it and I hope some people like it.

I also want to apologise to the UKers over at FF cause I told them I would write NH with this but I'm sorry girls I just cant do it but the other ships will probably be minimal so hopefully you will all still like this.

I would like to dedicate this fic to Gem because she is my Sis and because she was the first person to actually here about my idea and told me that it was a good idea and that I would be able to write it well and because she chose the title for me. It is also dedicated to Nonna because she let me babble about my ideas and gave me ideas and helped me sought through so much with this fic.

Anyway here's the fic, I really hope everyone likes it.

It all happened so quickly that I barely had time to register it. One minute I was racing down the court at practice and the next minute I had collapsed and was slowly losing consciousness. The last thing I remember before waking up in the hospital bed is seeing my team mates standing over me and then I blacked out.

I woke up in the hospital and was informed by the nurse that I had been asleep for three days and that she needed to inform the Doctor that I was awake. I asked her to wait, to tell me what happened to me but she just shook her head and told me that the Doctor would fill me in.

That comment left a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and it felt like hours before the Doctor even got to the door of my room. I saw him coming down the corridor and it felt like it was all in slow motion, it took him forever to actually reach my room and when he did I wasn't so sure I wanted him there.

He sat on the edge of my bed and started the small talk, trying to form some sort of connection with me before he told me whatever news he had to tell me. In my opinion there was no point, there is no way that you can form a bond in less than ten minutes.

"Doctor as much as this small talk is very riveting I would like to know what is wrong with me." I snap at him and honestly I didn't mean to sound rude or obnoxious but I was getting impatient and I just wanted to know what was wrong with me so I could get better and move on.

"I apologize Mr. Scott but I like to leave this to the last possible moment." He sighs and then takes a deep breath, "I am sorry to say that you have terminal cancer Mr. Scott, you have three months to live."

I can hear his words in my head over and over. 'Three months to live.' 'Three months to live.' 'Three months to live.' You hear about this happening to people all the time but you never think it will happen to you. What do you do when you find out you have three months to live? How do you act? What are you supposed to feel? Is feeling numb a normal reaction?

"Mr. Scott? Mr. Scott?" I hear say and see him wave a hand in front of my face and I blink and look up at him with a blank expression on my face.

"I'm sorry; I am just trying to process all this information." I inform the Doctor and I see him nod his head in what I assume is supposed to be sympathetic and understanding way.

That is understandable Mr. Scott. I think you should stay here for a few days so we can keep an eye on you." He states as he looks down at his chart that he has on me.

"No offence Doctor but you just told me I am going to die in three months there is not much use you can do for me in the hospital. I need to live my life for three months and I refuse to do that in a hospital." He looks shocked for a moment and then reluctantly nods his head.

"Alright but I would like to keep you for the afternoon though and you can leave at 5:00pm."

I have now had a lot of time to process what is happening to me over the last few hours and once I got out of the hospital I quit my basketball team but didn't give a proper reason. My illness does not need to go into the media. I can just imagine it.

'STAR BASKETBALLER HAS TERMINAL CANCER'

It's not how I want Haley, Jake or my Mother to find out that I am going to die. And I especially don't want Haley and Jake's kids to find out that way.

I decided a lot of things in those hours at the hospital but the main one would be to fix things that I screwed up. I screwed up a lot during high school and I did things that I regret doing but most of all I regret not fixing them.

I close my eyes and imagine that green eyed blonde haired beauty who was and still is the object of my affection. I have heard people say that you get over your first love well in my case that's simply a load of bullshit because I could never get over her no matter how much I hurt her.

Another person that I need to fix things with is Nathan. We haven't spoken since he told me that I wasn't his friend or his brother. As much as I hate to admit it that comment hurt me more than anything in the whole world. Nathan and I started out bad but we managed to form this great bond and we not only became friends but we became true brothers and our relationship meant a lot to me and then because of a couple of lies we lost it all. I need to fix that relationship more than anything.

Despite Peyton and Nathan being my main focus I also need to clear things with Brooke as well. We really aren't that strained, we had a rough time dealing with everything that we went through before she went to California for that summer and when she got back the both f us had moved on and we didn't really talk about it. But despite all of that, there are still some wounds that I need to heal and I plan on doing that.

So this is how I came to the decision that I am moving back to Tree Hill. I have three months to live and I want to spend it with the people I love. I never really thought about what would happen if I was caught in this situation, its not something I like to dwell on but when the situation comes around you have to deal with it and that is exactly what I am going to do, deal with it!

I may not be welcome there by everyone but I am definitely going to try and fit in again and try to make amends.

Well theres the prologue, let me know what ya think!