Author's Note: Wow! All of you are so amazing! This story seems to be doing so well, and I could not be more happy with all your reviews! Thank you so much.

Okay, so I hope no one's getting frustrated yet. Being confused can be kind of fun, right? Hehe, I hope so. Okay, things won't be confusing forever. Trust me. I mean, yes - some things will stay confusing for a long time, but a lot will get figured out. I promise. Just stick with me. (Plus, what's a story without a little drama, right?)

I'd like to thank nemo123489. She corrected me on an error I'd made in the last chapter about the MRI machine, and I tried to fix it in this chapter.

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Also, a reviewer asked me why I decided to name the story Non-Photo Blue, so I decided I'd explain it to anyone that was confused. Non-Photo Blue basically just means that something's happened in life that's unclear. It doesn't make sense, and as much as some people have tried, they've been unable to figure out all of life's mysteries.

Anyway, enough of my blabbing. Enjoy.

Non-Photo Blue

Chapter Three: I've Taped Over Your Show

"Steven, could you please replay the tape?" Doctor Roe gestured towards the small television screen before him and Nathan, and the security guard nodded, complying with his orders.

In order to prove to Nathan that no one had been inside the room, attempting an attack upon him, Doctor Roe had suggested that they watch the security tape. Of course, since Nathan was fairly sure that someone had in fact managed to sneak their way inside, and then had slipped out unnoticed, he agreed instantly.

The tape began to roll, and Nathan saw himself and Jake enter the room. He watched the screen closely, afraid that if he blinked he'd miss something important.

To make matters worse, and slightly more annoying, Doctor Roe had begun reciting what was happening on the tape as it happened. "See, Nathan that's you and Jake. There's you by yourself now. Here's where you started yelling and writhing.."

Nathan eyed himself in horror. On the screen, he'd begun staring at a random spot in the room, and had suddenly panicked, his body going rigid and jolting as he yelled loudly.

There was no one in the room besides him. He'd imagined it. All of it. God, he'd never been like this before.

"…and there am I and Ms. Sawyer." The doctor nodded at the security guard, who flicked a few buttons. The screen suddenly went fuzzy, lines of black and white running up and down both slowly and quickly alike.

It had to be a mistake, Nathan told himself. He'd seen a movie once where the government had tampered with security cameras, changing around events that actually happened. Could that have happened now?

A voice in his head told him to stop flattering himself. The government would never care enough to tamper with his life. He was certainly not that important.

Shaking his head, he squeezed his eyes shut. Nothing made any sense anymore.

"You still haven't gotten your MRI, Nathan. We're going to have to take you back there. Think you'll be okay?" Doctor Roe looked genuinely concerned, and it was right then that Nathan knew he didn't mind the doctor so much.

He nodded glumly, taking a seat in his wheelchair without so much as an annoyed grunt.

Nurse Sawyer positioned herself behind the wheelchair, ready to push, just as the door opened, and Jake stepped in.

The curly haired man averted his gaze from Nathan, and instead looked straight at the nurse behind him. "Hey, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go for lunch."

"I'm still on the clock for five minutes." She turned towards Doctor Roe, who gave her a small smile.

"It's okay. Go." She looked up at the older man and returned his smile, walking to catch up with Jake.

As the two left, walking down the hallway, Nathan could see them through the crack in the door. He could also hear them.

"Did you hear what happened?" She said to Jake.

"Yep. It's all around the staff."

"God, it's so weird. I don't know what happened. One minute, he was totally fine. The next he was freaking out. It just doesn't make sense." She shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head in a sympathetic manner that was all too familiar to Nathan.

"Sure it does. It's simple. The guy's a fucking nut-job, Peyton. I mean, seriously. He's really lost it. It's a shame, too. He used to be like, the best basketball player in the history of college basketball. Everyone loved him. He was Duke's Golden Boy. And now look at him.."

Peyton shook her head, leaning into Jake. He draped an arm around her shoulders, and they disappeared off into another hallway.

Nathan longed to be them. Or at least, one of them. It was so simple. He assumed they were dating. Maybe they lived together, and had a dog. He wanted that simplicity. And he found it slightly unfair that while he was trapped in this hellhole, they could just leave. They were normal and most likely happy. Why couldn't he be that?

Maybe Jake was right. Maybe he was a "fucking nut-job". He'd gone insane somehow, hadn't he? He was inventing people, for God's sake! Sighing, he placed his head in his hands.

Doctor Roe began to push the wheelchair out into the hallway, unaware that Nathan had heard the couple's conversation.

"Doc," Nathan hesitated. "You think I'm insane, don't you?"

The man was quiet for a few moments, leading Nathan to believe his fears had in fact been confirmed. By the time Doctor Roe did actually begin to answer, Nathan's heart was beating so loudly in his chest, he was sure everyone else there could hear him.

"Nathan, I think that maybe you've been so preoccupied with all these memory issues that you haven't been sleeping. I think that after you're done with your MRI, we're going to take you back to your room to rest."

Part of him wanted to argue back. Tell him that he wasn't a baby and he didn't need to take a nap. But the other part of him was so pleased with Doctor Roe for not calling him insane, that he would have licked the ground right then and there to prove his gratitude.

It seemed that right now, Doctor Roe was all he had. More than anything though, Nathan wished Lucas was still alive. He would have liked to have his brother present with him while he was forced to stay here. In all honesty, he would have liked anyone to be with him. He wished he understood why Brooke seemed to hate him.

They reached the MRI room once more, and as they entered, Nathan felt as if he were at the scene of a crime. Without protest, he stood from the wheelchair, and allowed his body to once more submit to the torturous straps. Doctor Roe helped him with ear plugs, as the machine was excruciatingly loud.

"How long will I be in here for?" Nathan asked.

"Probably about a half hour. Then you can rest." The older man tapped Nathan's knee affectionately, before walking away.

The second he heard the door close, Nathan squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want to be having any more hallucinations. They already thought he was insane, but he could at least do his best to improve matters.

After a few moments, Nathan became mildly aware that the machine had started. Somehow - he didn't know how, exactly - he'd managed to tune it out, so caught up in his own thoughts.

He hoped that all he needed was rest. It was true, he hadn't slept a single night since he'd been there. He laid awake all night, wondering what had happened to put him in this position.

He thought about everything all night, and frankly, it was getting tiring. In fact, he felt himself thinking less now. His mind began to go blank, and suddenly, he had no desire to open his eyes at all.

-

"Don't forget. This is my fucking game, Nathan, and we're going to play by my rules."

Nathan's eyes snapped open, and he sat up, breathing heavily. He ran a hand over his forehead; he was sweating.

Sighing, he looked around the room. A frown crossed over his features, and he bit his lip.

This wasn't his room..

He was in a room filled with four small beds. He was in the corner one, and there was another a few feet to the left of him. A man lay in it, eyes closed and shallow breaths leaving his mouth. Directly in front of him, there was another bed, where another man lay. The fourth bed was empty.

"What the fuck? What am I doing here?" He stood up, eyeing the man beside him, who looked to be stirring.

He was an older man. Bald with a somewhat friendly looking demeanor. However, the second his eyes landed on Nathan, they narrowed. "Who are you?"

"Who the fuck are you?" Nathan countered.

The man did not reply, and Nathan shook his head. "What the hell is going on? Why am I here? This isn't my room! I had my own room!"

The man rolled his eyes. "Oh, God. Another one of those patients." He reached for his call button, pressing it a good four times.

Nathan wanted to scream. Did everyone think he was insane?

"Why the fuck did you do that? God! I'm not insane. This really isn't my room!"

"Whatever, Psycho."

The door opened, and Nathan basked in the familiar face. Peyton Sawyer walked in, eyes narrowed and hands on her hips. "Mr. Durham, I've told you several times. You cannot ring the call button all the time like that."

"It's not my fault you stuck me with Crazy Guy, over here." He crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly, and then hitched a thumb in Nathan's direction.

"Mr. Scott, you're awake. Let me go get your doctor."

There was an awkward moment between a heavily panting Nathan and Mr. Durham as she left. When she returned seconds later, Nathan felt his frown deepen.

"Hello, Mr. Scott. Nice to see you're finally awake." This man was certainly not Doctor Roe. He was at least four inches shorter, and had short dark hair, blue eyes, no hint of facial hair, and an Australian accent.

"You're not my doctor." Nathan backed away.

"Oh great. Here we go again." Mr. Durham rolled his eyes, grabbing a newspaper.

The man chuckled. "I'm sure I am. My name's Andy Hargrove, and you've been under my supervision the entire time you've been here."

"Where's Doctor Roe? I want to see Doctor Roe.."

Doctor Hargrove nodded. "I understand that you're probably confused."

"Um, fuck yeah."

The doctor gestured towards the bed. "Please, sit."

Nathan was too tired to argue, so he simply did as he was told.

"You were in a car accident, Nathan."

"I already know. Doctor Roe told me all this already."

"Nathan, I don't know of a Doctor Roe."

"Well, he's my doctor. Keith Roe. He was the one that first tended to me, and took me to my MRI and everything. I don't know how you could not know who he is. Peyton, you should know who he is." The blonde girl looked confused. He wasn't sure if it was because she didn't know who Doctor Roe was, or if she didn't know how he knew her name.

"I'm the only one that's tended to you while you've been here, Nathan." He spoke calmly.

"Please just bring Doctor Roe here. He'll explain everything."

With a sigh, Andy turned towards Peyton. "Ms. Sawyer, could you please see if you can locate a 'Doctor Keith Roe' on staff?"

She nodded, walking away.

"Nathan, do you remember who you were in a car accident with?"

The handsome man frowned. "No, I'm pretty sure I was alone. Not that I'd remember."

"I see. Why wouldn't you remember?"

"Because of my short term memory loss." Wasn't it obvious? Why hadn't anyone briefed this doctor on his situation?

"Nathan," Doctor Hargrove shook his head. "You aren't suffering from short term memory loss."

"What? Yes, I am."

"Nathan, you were in a car accident with your brother, Lucas. That's why you're here. You were driving, and you had a head on collision with another car."

"I thought Lucas was.. isn't Lucas.. This doesn't make any sense."

Mr. Durham watched with interest, not even bothering to pretend he was reading the paper anymore.

"You've been here for a few days, and-"

"Where's my brother? I want to see Luke." He stood once more, but Doctor Hargrove put a hand out to stop him from going any farther.

"Nathan," He almost hung his head as he spoke. "Lucas didn't make it. We tried to do all that we could to save him, but it was to no avail."

"What?" This was the second time he'd heard that his brother was dead, and even this time, it was more than shocking.

"I'm sorry, Nathan."

"But, he was already dead. My wife said he died two years ago."

"You don't have a wife, Nathan."

"What? Sure I do. Her name's-"

The door opened once more, and Peyton entered. Her eyes went straight to Doctor Hargrove. "There's no Doctor Keith Roe on this staff. In this entire hospital."

"No, no, no! There's no fucking way this is happening! I met him! I talked to him! And I have a wife! And Lucas was already dead! This isn't - it's not possible.." He trailed off as two people walked into the room. Both were nurses. One was African-American, and the other was someone Nathan knew well.

She wasn't wearing leather, and she wasn't wearing very much makeup at all. In fact, she looked a lot different all in all. Her hair was a little longer, and she looked more timid than he remembered her to be. Her overall presence was different, but there was no doubt in his mind that that was Brooke.

"You!" He pointed at her, and she looked up from her spot next to the patient opposite Mr. Durham.

"Ignore him." The African-American nurse instructed quietly.

"I know her! That's - that's my wife!" Brooke's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and she shook her head.

Doctor Hargrove sighed. "Nathan, please calm down."

"No, no! I will not fucking calm down! Doctor Roe woke me up, and I was in my own room, and he told me that I was married, and that it was the year 2006. And all this other stuff happened! There's no way I could have imagined-"

"Did you just say he told you it was the year 2006?"

"Yes-"

"Nathan, that's half the problem right there. It's not the year 2006. It's the year 2004."