I can't believe how great you guys are reviewing like that. I'll try to keep the story interesting, to update often enough and to put in a suprise or two.

And I wanted to say that I don't have anything against Lucas. In fact, he's probably my favorite character on the show. (BTW: I really didn't like Peyton in season 5. =P) I just wanted to make that clear.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own 'One Tree Hill' or 'Hey Jude' =P. No copyright infringement intended.


Lissa rang the bell at Jamie's house, once, twice. The door opened and she looked at Nathan Scott who was surprisingly serious when he said: "Jamie's upstairs."

Lissa hesitated. "Hey. Are you OK?"

Nathan hastily nodded. "Of course. Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Never mind", Lissa murmured and hurried to get into the house.

Nathan Scott was her father's half-brother and was something between her best friend and her favorite uncle. He and his wife Haley James Scott got married when they were seventeen and their son James was born around two years later. Nathan was the Ravens' coach and probably the reason why Tree Hill's basketball team was as successful as they were. Haley was teacher at Tree Hill Highschool and, in Lissa's opinion, the best. The house they lived in was around five times as big as the Davis' and Lissa loved it. The rooms had high ceilings and it was, probably, very old. It took Lissa one and a half minute to cross the first floor from the front door to the back wall on the other side. But that was probably because Jamie's things were everywhere. For a fifteen year old boy he was unusually sloppy, spreading his stuff around like this.

Some of the things, though, belonged to five year old Maggie. Lissa loved her. She was always cheerful and already had a beautiful voice that made her mom, as a former singer, incredibly proud.

Lissa knocked at Jamie's room and entered. He was sitting in front of his laptop, listening to music. "...for well you know that it's a fool who plays it… Hey Lissa."

He had noticed her dancing to his singing and was blushing. "You could've knocked."

"I did." Lissa sat down next to him. "So what's up? Why did you want to talk to me?"

Jamie turned his music off. "Do I need a reason to talk to you?"

Lissa rolled her eyes.

Jamie grinned. "Nah, not really. Hey, Dad said Uncle Lucas is going to come back to town. You know, my dad's half-brother?!"

Lissa tried to keep a calm face. "Uh. Really? No, I didn't know. Why would I?"

Jamie shrugged. "I don't know. Anyway, I'm pretty excited about meeting him. You know, he used to be a really good basketball player."

Lissa tried to change the subject. "So", she began slowly, "you have a nice voice."

Jamie flushed red once again. "Shut up."

"Hey, Haley's going to be so happy." Lissa grinned. Jamie wasn't amused. "Let it go. D'you know when Patricia's coming over?"

Patricia Taylor was Antwon "Skills" Taylor's daughter and Jamie's best friend and, what Lissa assumed, his biggest crush. "Mhm. Dunno. Why?"

"She should be here by…" The door opened and Patricia came in. She gave them a broad grin. "How are yer guys?" She sat down next to them. "Dad said an old friend of him was going to visit us. He said it's your uncle, Jamesie."

Jamie grinned, rather shyly. "I know."

Lissa rolled her eyes and got to her feet. "You know what. Let's get out of here. It's the last days of summer. We could play some basketball."

They left the house and walked the short way over to the River Court.

The River Court was the place where kids met to just be themselves. It was where Nathan Scott sometimes played and where many others played before him. Skills, Fergie, Nathan, Quentin Fields, even Lissa's father…

But when they arrived at their favorite hang-out place it was already taken. A man and a girl were practicing free-throws and they were both not bad.

Lissa recognized the girl who had called her a bitch the other day. And then she let the ball she was carrying fall when she saw the man who was giving the girl instructions about how to throw the ball.

The three of them stood there, frozen, watching the two people throwing one ball after the other, until Jamie said loudly: "Hey! The man looks like my uncle."

Lissa remembered that Nathan and Haley had shown their son pictures of Lucas Scott. "Yes", she replied. "He does."

* * *

"OK, now lift your head and focus on the… What's wrong?"

Lucas noticed his daughter turn her head away from the basket. He looked up and saw three kids watching them. They all seemed familiar but of course that couldn't be. He hadn't been in Tree Hill for the past seventeen years, only talking to Nathan once a year and visiting his mother Karen who lived with his uncle Keith and their daughter Lily in Minnesota a couple of times.

Karen had told him a lot about the things going on in his home town; about Nathan and Haley's children, about Skills and his family, about Dan and Deb Scott divorcing for good and moving away… But when he had asked about Brooke his mother had only answered very shortly that Brooke was fine. Lucas had been happy to hear that but decided he would visit her in the next few days to see if she was OK.

When he had called his mother for the first time after leaving town with Peyton without a notice she had been angry and disappointed. "I thought you didn't want to be like Dan", she had said coldly. Lucas had been confused. He wasn't like Dan. He had done the opposite thing.

They had never talked about it again.

He had gotten the same reaction from Nathan. He had almost yelled at him, saying he was a coward and that he would never talk to him again. He had, though, and Lucas told him that Peyton was pregnant. At first Nathan had been utterly surprised but then he had congratulated him and the edge in his voice was gone.

In fact, Lucas was very excited about seeing him and Haley and their son. He was excited about his old friends from school, Skills, Fergie, Mouth, Brooke…

Tree Hill was home. It would always be. And now, standing on the River Court with Penelope, he felt, for the first time in years, relaxed.

He worked as a book publisher but knew that his secret dream was to be an author. Maybe someday, when he had time…

Peyton had opened a music store in California, gaining huge success. A lot of famous bands performed in the store and finally Peyton's assistant advised her to open a second store somewhere in the east. Lucas and Peyton didn't have to think about it long. They both longed to come back to Tree Hill and he was sure that she felt as happy as he did right now.

"Oh no", he heard Penelope murmuring. "It's her."

The kids were still standing there, watching them. "Who is she?" Lucas asked. "You know one of them?"

"Yeah." She grimaced. "She let her big fat dog chase me around yesterday."

Lucas had to grin. He turned to the kids. "You want to play?"

The boy nodded. He picked up the ball the other girl had dropped and came towards him.

"I'm James Scott", he said, holding out his hands. "And I guess you're my uncle."

Lucas stared at the boy. And then he saw the familiar color of his eyes, the form of his chin, the way he walked…

Lucas shook his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Lucas Scott."

"I know." Now the two other girls were approaching reluctantly.

"I'm Patricia Taylor", one of them said. Lucas raised her eyebrows. Skills' daughter?

"Nice to meet you, too."

He saw Penelope cross her arms when the last girl turned her head and looked at Penelope. "Oh. Nice to see you again."

While Jamie and Patricia began to talk to Lucas Scott, California girl came over to Lissa and hissed: "This time you have no doggie to protect you."

"From what?" Lissa said and grinned. "You think just because your daddy's with you I can't do want I want?"

She wanted the girl to say he wasn't her dad. She wanted her to say he was her uncle or her neighbor or something.

But she didn't. She just shot her an angry look and turned away, picking up her own ball.

Lissa sighed. She wanted to go. She didn't want to talk to a man who seemed to be her father but who didn't have a clue of who she was.

"Guys", she said, loud enough for Patricia and Jamie to hear, "I'm going home." She picked up her own ball and held it tightly so she wouldn't throw it into that stupid girl's face.

She heard her friends calling her back but she didn't turn around. And she wondered if Lucas Scott was reminded of himself by seeing her walk away like that. She hoped so.


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