Author's Note: Sorry its taken so long for me to get this chapter up. I wasn't near a computer at all for the past five days, and unfortunately, I won't be during the next five days. When I get back, I'll also only have a couple days to go on the computer before I leave for Colorado for ten days, but I'll try to get an update up before then.

However, I'm so loving the feedback for this story. I love every single one of you for bearing with me through all this confusion. Believe it or not, this chapter should help a little bit! Yeah! Heh.

No one could get the banner link to work, and after I checked, neither could I. Which was annoying. Haha. Anyway, I put the link up again, and I hope that this time it works. Don't forget to delete the spaces. h t t p / s 3 . p h o t o b u c k e t . c o m / a l b u m s / y 6 1 / T u t o r g i r l x ? a c t i o n v i e w & c u r r e n t d a v i s p h o t o 3 t n . j p g & r e f P a g e & i m g A n c h i m g A n c h 1

Also, someone e-mailed me and told me they were confused about some of the characters. Okay, Doctor Keith Roe is Keith, only he's not apart of the Scott family. Mr. Durham is Whitey (he does not know Nathan), and neither do Peyton or Jake. No one knows Nathan from Tree Hill High.

I really hope you guys enjoy this one.

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Chapter Four: Capsulize a Broken Find

"Okay," Nathan paused, contemplating for the slightest of moments. "No. No way. I'm sorry - what kind of hospital is this?"

He looked around at the people in the room. Mr. Durham, Doctor Hargrove, Nurse Peyton, and Brooke, mainly. He frowned. Honestly, was this some kind of test study or something?

There was no possible way he could handle all this. One minute he was married, the next he wasn't. One minute he was in the year 2006, the next he was in the year 2004. Things like this just didn't happen. They weren't supposed to.

"Nathan," Doctor Hargrove attempted a warm smile. "I think you just need some sleep."

"Oh. Oh, really? That's what I need? Sleep? Let me tell you something, Doctor Hargrove. All I've done is sleep. Obviously, something's not quite working!"

Brooke and the nurse she had entered the room with both left the room, eyeing him as if he were crazy the entire time. He couldn't help but feel like everyone had been eyeing him that way lately.

The doctor sighed and nodded towards Peyton, who left the room briefly, and then returned with a needle in her hands.

"Oh, fuck no. Are you serious? This doesn't even - I'm not crazy, man!"

"It's okay, Nathan," Doctor Hargrove nodded. "This is just going to let you have the sleep you need, and then we'll discuss everything else in the morning. You've been through a traumatic experience, so all of us can understand why you'd feel this way."

"Not me." Piped up Mr. Durham.

Peyton eyed him icily.

"Look, I don't want anymore sleep. Every time I fall asleep, I wake up somewhere else."

"Nathan-"

"No. Please just - stop. I can't do this. My head is pounding, I have all these thoughts going through my mind, I'm confused, I don't really know who I am, everyone thinks I'm insane, and I've been in a hospital for-fucking-ever. I really have no idea what to do.." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. This had become a frequent movement of his lately, and he almost wished he could just shave off all his hair and be done with it.

"Don't worry, Nathan. We're going to take care of you here." Doctor Hargrove took the needle from Peyton, and took a step closer towards Nathan. Nathan, in turn, took a step backwards.

"Are you kidding? Do you even realize how insane you just sounded? Straight out of a horror movie, Doc." He almost felt as if he were betraying Doctor Roe by calling Doctor Hargrove 'Doc', but according to everyone around him, Doctor Roe was simply a figment of his imagination.

"Nathan, please. Don't make this difficult. We're just giving you something to make you fall asleep. It's like a sleeping pill, only this way we'll know you have it in your system for sure."

"No."

"Nathan-"

"No."

Nathan pushed past the doctor, pulling open the door, and stepping outside. A large sign caught his eye, entitled, 'Floor 6'. He looked at the door of his room. 2006. God, could things be more ironic? With a sigh, he looked back over towards the doctor, and then took a step away from the door. He had to find Doctor Roe. Was there even a Doctor Roe? Maybe this was the psyche ward, and these were all mental patients.

The doctor shook his head, sighing for what seemed like the millionth time. He gestured towards Peyton, who pushed past Nathan, and ran off, returning this time with two large men Nathan assumed were male nurses.

The nurses guided him back inside the room - against his wishes - and led him to the bed. Doctor Hargrove began to also advanced towards him, and he couldn't have felt more like he was involved in some sort of cheesy horror film. Now, Nathan was a nicely sized guy - and he knew it. Six feet two inches, extremely athletic build, and good muscles. But he was no match for two, large male nurses, and a doctor.

Nonetheless, he fought and shouted obscenities up until the moment his eyes could no longer stay open.

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Once Nathan opened his eyes, it took him a moment to adjust. His gaze was bleary, and his eyes were heavy. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his cranium the second he felt a head rush come on.

"Damn."

He managed a yawn, and then looked up at the ceiling. Funny, he'd remembered the printing on the ceiling to be - his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Not again.

Now, normally he would assume that what had just happened to him had been a dream. But there was something so real about it. He could remember the smell of the doctor's cologne, and he could still feel the pressure on his arms from when the nurses had been holding him down.

"Nathan, you're awake." His snapped up towards Doctor Roe, who sat in a chair by the window, the smallest of smiles on his face.

"Doctor Roe, you're alive."

The man chuckled. "Have been for the past forty-four years."

"Oh man." Nathan rubbed at his temples. "This doesn't - no. Man, I really must be going crazy."

"What?"

"I was here! Two minutes ago. Well, I mean I'm sure it was more than two minutes ago. I really don't know how much time passed, but yeah. I was in this hospital, and it was the year 2004! And there was this doctor - Doctor Hargrove! And um, everything was-"

"Nathan, calm down. It was probably just a dream."

"Do you know how many people have told me I've been 'dreaming' everything? I really have no idea what to do to prove that I'm not insane, but there has to be something!"

Didn't there have to be something? He was almost positive he wasn't insane. People who were insane knew they were, right? Now that he thought about it, he didn't think so. But it wasn't like he was pressing a hand to his chest awkwardly and speaking incoherently. That's what insanity was, right?

"I don't think you're insane, Nathan. I think you're confused."

"Why does everyone keep saying that? I mean, hell yeah, I'm confused. But not for the reason everyone thinks! I mean, I-" And he cut himself off, a stroke of genius suddenly coursing through his veins. "- Mr. Durham."

"I'm sorry?"

Suddenly, Nathan was really using his legs for the first time in days. He felt as if he were playing basketball once more, and his legs were guiding him towards the winning basket. Doctor Roe was behind him, but not closely. The older man simply was not a runner, despite his dreams in middle school to become one.

Right now, they were on the fifth floor. This meant he'd simply have to find the staircase leading upstairs, and then the wing that contained his room. His mind was pounding with '2006. 2006. 2006'. It was almost as if he were trying to keep the room in his mind, and yet, he knew there was no way he could forget it.

Once he traveled down the familiar looking hallway, he began to slow. His eyes landed on room '2006', and he felt his heart beat pick up it's pace. This was it; the moment of truth. This moment would prove his sanity or not.

As he pushed open the door, his gaze instantly landed upon the main bed inside the room. It looked different than how he'd remembered. A see-through curtain had now been placed over the bed. But through it, despite the obvious aging that had occurred, he could clearly see the face of Mr. Durham.

He grinned. "I knew it!"

Doctor Roe entered the room, almost out of breath. "Nathan, why did you run off like that?"

"I've been here before, Doc! In this room! Two years ago." Suddenly things were making sense in the oddest of ways. Was it possible he'd managed to - no. No, that didn't really happen. Did it?

"Honestly, what are you talking about?"

"I know this man! His name's Mr. Durham. No one ever told me his first name."

"Nathan, I'm sorry, but I seriously doubt-"

A gruff voice cut the doctor off. "What the hell is going on in here?"

Both heads snapped towards the bed, where Mr. Durham lay. His eyes were tired, and it was obvious he was not in good condition. With a heavy sigh, Nathan climbed onto the corner of the bed.

"Remember me?"

Doctor Roe sighed, preparing an apology. Mr. Durham eyes Nathan for what seemed like forever, frowning deeper and deeper with each second that passed.

And then suddenly, the frown fell from his face, and his eyes widened. "Psycho? Is that you?"

Nathan's grin returned, and he stood up, feeling a strong urge to hug the old man.

Doctor Roe made a face. "Wait. You know Nathan?"

"Uh-huh. He was here a long time ago. Screamin' and yellin' his head off and blabbin' about how he was confused and his life was hard, or somethin' stupid like that."

"Well, I'll be." Doctor Roe said this quietly under his breath before turning towards Nathan.

"I told you! See? I'm not insane. I'm not insane!" He spoke almost gleefully. Up until this moment, even he had doubted himself.

"Yes, Nathan. You were right, I was wrong."

"I was here two years ago." Nathan said it softly.

Something was happening to him. How had he managed to go from 2006 to 2004 to back to 2006? It was strange. It was impossible. And yet it had happened. He was sure of it. This was no memory simply returning to him. It was something else.

As the two began to walk down the hallway once more, Doctor Roe looked towards him.

"I'm going to check the database to figure out why you were here two years ago. I think it'll clear some stuff up for the both of us. Can I trust you to go back to your room and wait for me?" Doctor Roe eyed him in a stern way that felt almost friendly. Almost caring. Like a father.

And since Nathan was feeling so happy and sane, he played along. "Yes, dad."

Doctor Roe chuckled as he walked off, and Nathan went slowly to the elevator. Things were making sense a little more. Not much, but hey. He wasn't insane and that was all that mattered.

The doors slid open, and Nathan entered, leaning against one of the walls of the large elevator. There were two walls, and enough space for a tall man to lay completely stretched out both ways, and two doors; one opening up on one side, and the other opening up on the opposite.

"Nathan?"

His eyes widened at the woman before him, and he held the elevator door open for her.

"Haley. Hi." To be honest, he'd thought of her only briefly since the whole 'invisible-camera-dodging-imaginary-man' debacle, but now that he was once more seeing her, he felt almost as if his eyes were deceiving him.

"I must have had the wrong floor."

"Yeah. I'm on the sixth, not the fifth." And even as he said this, he realized that he'd forgot to press a button on the elevator, and it was already traveling down to some other level. Nonetheless, he clicked the shiny '6' button, and then turned back towards Haley.

"So, I wasn't lying. When I said I couldn't remember you."

"I know. I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I guess I just thought you were trying to get rid of me." She was wearing another dress. This one was green, and much shorter than the last. He was almost positive he liked this one better.

"I wasn't."

She took a step towards him. "God, I wish this hadn't happened."

"Haley, I'm really confused. Honestly. I just - I don't have any clue who I am, but I feel like you had some definite part of my life."

She smiled softly, and small laugh lines formed around her chocolate covered eyes. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, managing to tug him down towards her. Their lips met, and he only hesitated for a moment.

He wrapped one arm around her lower back, and used the other to tangle in her hair. He liked the way she kissed; the way she used just enough to tongue, and didn't jab him with it. He liked the way her mouth tasted of cinnamon, and how her lips were soft.

The elevator doors began to slide open once more, and Nathan pulled away from Haley. She touched her lips, and stood beside him.

A man entered, pushing forward a long tray with a sheet over it. Nathan was almost entirely sure that underneath that sheet lay a body. He found it ironic that had this happened just two years before, that could have just as easily been his brother.

"Sorry," The man apologized. His name-tag donned the words, 'Tim Smith'. "This rarely happens. Ever. This is actually the first time. The elevator we use for these is broken."

Haley looked away from the sheet, casting her eyes up towards Nathan. He stared down at her, and for what seemed like hours, their gazes never left each other. He couldn't help himself, and he assumed she could not either.

Sensing the obvious intensity between the two, Tim Smith made a face, allowing the elevator doors to open right there. "You know, I'm just going to, uh, find another way up. I'll take this up the stairs or something.." He waved slightly.

Nathan couldn't help but smile, and he looked back towards Haley.

"Um, do you, uh.. Did you know that - well, that I'm - I'm-"

"You're married." She finished, nodding. She smiled.

"So you do know?"

"Nathan, please don't worry about her. Okay? She's - she doesn't matter. She's never mattered."

He found Haley's words odd, but at this point, she was a lot friendlier than his wife, and he had no choice but to believe her.

The elevator jolted to a stop, and Haley squeezed his hand as the door opened. "I guess I should go. I wouldn't want her to show up and see me here."

"Haley, wait." He grabbed for her hand. She turned to look at him.

"Haley." He grabbed for her hand. She turned to look at him.

He sighed. "I love you."

She put her other hand on top of their already interlaced hands, a smirk forming on her features. "So he finally says it."

Nathan chuckled. Haley grinned and turned, venturing deeper into the room. It was his parents' mansion, and he'd never forget it. He loved this house despite all its bad memories.

"I think," She said lightly, her voice high and perfect, "this is my favorite room in the entire house. With all of the plants and flowers. It's so beautiful."

He looked around. He definitely disagreed, but he did like this room. It had been his mother's favorite, also.

She kissed him quickly. "I'll be right back."

Nathan watched her disappear off into the bathroom, and he looked around the room at the plants and flowers. He took a seat on the loveseat, lacing his fingers together.

Haley returned and took a seat beside him, grabbing his hands in her own. "Nathan, those words you said earlier? They aren't just words, you know. They mean something."

"I know. I mean them, Haley. I really - I love you."

She grinned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "I love you too, Nathan. Always and forever."

He leaned down to kiss her, and she giggled, allowing their lips to meet.

"Nathan? Nathan? Nathan, what's wrong?" Haley looked worried, and Nathan dropped her hands, taking a step back.

"I remember," He said, "I remember loving you."

Her eyes widened in delight, and she jumped into his arms. "Oh, Nathan! I knew you would remember! I knew it!"

He kissed her hair and her forehead, setting her back down on the ground. "You'll visit more, right?"

"Of course, honey." She kissed his cheek, and looked down at the ground. When her gaze shifted once more towards him, her eyes had darkened.

"Nate? Do you ever think that we're paying for what happened?" She bit her lip, holding his hands tightly in her own.

Nathan furrowed his eyebrows. "What happened?"

"Oh," She stepped away the slightest bit. "So you don't remember everything yet."

"No. I hardly remember anything."

She ran a hand through her hair, pulling away from him entirely, and beginning to walk away. "Lucky you."