muahahah, an update. I kinda like this one. its going in a diff direction. But first off lets jsut talk about our One Tree Hill, for just a second. HOLY DRAMA LAMA! its getting so good right? i mean, DEREK IS CRAZY!!! i so cannot wait until next week. i really hope Peyton is going to be okay. Okay, i'm like going nuts. i really love my One Tree Hill.

Oh, and just a heads up, after this story, i'm thinking about writing a Leyton one :) just thinking of some ideas. But any whoo, here is my update, please leave reviews, please.! MUAH!

Dan sat himself up as best he could. His gunshot wasn't hurting as bad that day.

"Hello Mr. Scott." the nurse smiled slightly as she walked in. "Lets check out the wound."

She carefully undid the bandage, as started to clean it up, then recover it with a clean new bandage.

"Um.. Excuse me." he asked her.

"yes?"

"Is..Is there any possible way I could see my son?"

The nurse looked up at him, not with sympathy which is what he would expect from a nurse. Nurses are supposed to always try and make you feel as best they can. Right?

No, but instead. She glared at him. Withy icy eyes. And then she did something Dan couldn't believe. He saw her lips go into a slight curve as she started to giggle, in a mocking way.

"Are you joking?"

"Ma'am, he's my son."

"The son that you shot sir. That son no longer exists."

"What?"

"He died. Earlier this evening."

Dan felt his hear drop, right into his stomach. Dead? NO. NO!

"What..umm."

The nurse just finished Dan up and walked out the door and with a slam shut.

Dan felt his lip start to quiver as he quickly realized, the amount of trouble that was about to become him. He was in fact a murderer. He had tried to kill Keith. He killed Deb. Now Lucas? His oldest son. But he didn't mean to. It was an accident.

Dan stared off into space as he herd the door enter, and three detectives enter.

"Mr. Scott I'm.."

"I know. Detectives. You're hear to ask questions. I'll answer them. I'll sit here, until I'm better. I'll go to jail, and face charges with the death of my son, my wife, the attempted murder of my brother. Charges of kidnap, assault, and god knows what else. Most likely I'll plead guilty. Because I really don't give a shit about me or my life anymore. I'm dirt, I'm scum. I"m a murderer and I'm to damn ashamed to look at myself in the mirror. I'll probably get the death penalty, which to mean, seems just fucking peachy."

"Very well then Mr. Scott. Oh, and just to let you know. Lucas Scott is not dead. Lucky for you, he survived."

Dan's eyes darted up at the detectives.

"But..the nurse said that I.."

"She isn't very happy with you right now Mr. Scott. She wanted to make you squirm. Make you suffer."

Dan slammed his fist against the bed.

"God dammit! I am suffering."

The detective eyed up Dan, and leaned in to his ear.

"Not even close." he whispered before walking out. Leaving Dan alone in his room, to wallow in his own self pity.

Dan's room was always guarded. Two cops were always standing outside, making sure the son of a bitch stayed in place. After he was at least, okay to start walking around. He would be sent off to jail, exactly where he belonged.

- -

Nathan took a deep breathe before he opened the door. He was shaky. Nervous, and he kept having to wipe his palms on his jeans. They kept getting sweaty. He was relieved that Brooke came with him, but still he was nervous. He had never done anything like this before.

Beside him Brooke was just as nervous. How could the two of them be doing this? How could the two of them even come up with this plan? It was so unhealthy crazy, that Brooke felt like she should of kicked her own ass for agreeing to it.

However, with the both of them, there was a stillness. They were calm, in a certain way. Of course they were scared shitless about the results of their little "plain". But they felt this was the right way. So of course they weren't going to turn away. Their hearts would be racing. The blood rushing fast through their veins.

Brooke grabbed onto Nathan's jacket as they entered the old hotel. It was no doubt unbelievably creepy, which made Brooke want to curl up in a little ball and scream. It was smelly, dirty, and grimy. All in one.

They continued to walk to room number 102.

Nathan cleared his throat and knocked carefully on the door, after making sure nobody else was around.

A gruffy looking middle aged man opened the door.

"Can I help you?" he yawned, clearly he had just woken up from a nap.

"Hi, I..um we need your help?"

The man just looked at the two and laughed.

"What you to kids the ones that Jimmy sent up? Looking for some ecstasy was it? Boy, Jimmy didn't say your girl was a hottie. You come on in, and as a special bonus price, I'll throw in a rubber, so you too can have your own little fun later."

"Ew." Brooke disgustingly looked at him.

"Um. No. That's not why were here. We don't know a Jimmy." Nathan told him.

"Then what the hell is it?"

Nathan leaned in, so he could be more quiet.

"We need your help, we want to kill my father."