Jamie was sitting on the edge of his bed, running his hands through his hair when he walked in. He heard him enter but he couldn't look up. He hadn't been away at college since he admitted to Lily what he found. He hadn't had a chance to speak to Lydia about it yet. Maybe he was wrong. God, he hoped he was…

"Hello in there? Earth to Jamie…"

"Sorry, I was a million miles away. How you doing Keith? How's school?"

Keith Scott was the youngest in the James-Scott household. He had just started at Tree Hill high school and things were hard. He was more like his namesake then either of his parents could have imagined: quiet, humble and brilliant. But uncertain in himself, he was young and he hadn't quite found who he wanted to be yet.

"Not bad." Jamie could sense the hesitation in his voice. The two brothers were so alike and yet worlds apart at the same time. Jamie was all the great things about his father: loyal, confident, and athletic. But, without the cocky bravado or bad temper. He was the humble, good-natured king of high school.

"Not bad? Kid that school is yours! You're a Scott! You're Dad's in the NBA, your mum is a kick-ass rock star, and not to brag but your bro is the Ravens all-time top scorer." The words weren't meant maliciously or confidently, they were to tell Keith why he should be confident. "You got it mate. You'll be fine."

"Yeah but that's just it. All I am is Nathan Scott's son, or Jamie's Scott's little brother."

Jamie took a moment to respond. He knew what Keith meant. Lydia had felt the same in her first year, but she settled in eventually. Hell even Jamie had found it difficult. It was even just their parents, everyone in their extended family and friends seemed to be famous, and not even just in Tree Hill. He'd even been known as Brooke Davis' godson.

"Keith you're your own person. Remember that. We're Scott's, were leaders ok? And in a few months, maybe a year, someone's going to turn to Lydia and say 'You're Keith Scott's sister, aren't you?'"

A small smile crept onto Keith's face. Jamie was a good brother. Now he just had to figure out what to say to his maybe-pregnant sister….

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A small moan escaped her lips as he kissed her. They'd been talking about something, something important but she couldn't quite focus on what it was as he slowly opened her mouth more and deepened the kiss.

"Lydia…" She could feel his sultry voice on her skin as he started to delicately kiss her neck.

Suddenly, she jumped up from where they were sitting on the River Court, deliberating distancing herself from him. He looked up at her dazed and confused and opened his mouth to ask what happened.

"No Logan! No! You don't get to do that, okay? We were having an important conversation; we need to decide what to say to Jamie! I haven't talked to him since he tried to break your jaw and I can't take it anymore! And we need tell our families!"

"Don't you mean family?" His voice was slightly louder than he intended and unsurprisingly his comment didn't help the situation. Jamie may not have inherited their father's temper but Lydia sure as hell did.

"Brilliant Logan! That's just great! How the hell are we supposed to get people to accept this when even you're making comments like that?"

Only in Tree Hill could a girl be worried about her parents' reaction because her sort-of boyfriend was sort-of their nephew. But Quinn wasn't Logan's real mum so surely they'd understand?

Logan was on his feet in a flash, he'd regretted what he'd said almost instantly. He knew how conflicted Lydia was feeling. After Jamie punched him they'd realised that the only possible problem he could have was that Logan was almost family. He never punched any of Lydia's previous boyfriends. They had no idea what was actually going on in his head.

"We'll make them understand. Everything will be fine, I promise." He wrapped his arms gently around his girl to calm her down. He tried to believe his own words. Everyone had to understand. He couldn't loose her.

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Christmas break had just started and Logan, Jamie and Lily weren't the only ones home for the holidays.

"Sawyer Scott!" Lucas's voice ripped through the house like a hurricane. He'd left her alone in his house for one night. One night. She was nineteen, she was meant to be responsible. But he opened his front door today to find the remnants of a very large night. Bottles were sprawled all over the floor, food treaded into the carpet and he'd already stumbled on a couple of half-naked bodies who had been crashing on the floor and sent them packing. Now it was time for Sawyer to fess up.

He burst open the door to his daughter's bedroom to find her bed empty.

"What-" he muttered under his breath before hearing the door opening again and Sawyer entering showered with a towel around her.

"Dad, I sort of need to get dressed so if you could leave please," she smiled brightly. But feigning innocence wasn't going to cut it, Lucas couldn't take it anymore, he had to get through to her.

They'd all been fine four years ago. Him, Sawyer and Peyton, their perfect little family. But then Peyton left. They'd been having problems for a while. It wasn't anything big, so sudden revelation or disaster. Day by day things just seemed to fizzle out. They stopped doing the little things for each other and eventually the big things died out. They suddenly they both realised that they weren't in love anymore. The worst thing was, neither could explain why and they had no way to fix it. It was almost a pathetic ending to their story. But then that was one of the problems, they put so much of their faith in fate, they forgot to put it each other.

All in all it was actually quite an amicable break up. At first at least… But not for Sawyer, she just couldn't understand. She'd heard the stories, seen the pictures, hell she'd read the book. She couldn't understand how her parents hadn't made it. And then slowly she began to lose her faith in them and in herself. She barely scraped her diploma and just managed to get into college. And now she seemed to be set to throw that away too.

"You have got to be kidding me right now Sawyer!"

"Dad…" She put on her best Daddy's girl voice but Lucas really was having none of it.

"No! Sawyer I'll tell you what. I'm going out for a few hours. You're going to make this house spotless by the time I get back. And if you don't, you can find somewhere else to live."

With that, Lucas turned and left his daughter's room. He was sure his words had stunned her. They'd stunned him. He never thought he would be that kind of Dad. Not the kind to threaten to kick his child out. But he'd tried everything and he had to get through to her. She was all he had left and he wanted the best for her.

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"He actually did it. He threatened to kick me out."

Sawyer had taken her father's words seriously and was in the process of cleaning up the bombsite that was her house. She even recruited help for the job.

"I can't believe it". Hannah Chase. Sawyer's best friend and partner in crime had come to help her friend clean up the mess, which was only right since she was probably responsible for half of it. "I didn't expect him to pull that card yet. It sucks too, last night wasn't even that good, you weren't even drinking."

"Who knew today was going to be the day Lucas Scott was going to actually grow a pair."

"Yeah I mean you've done worst! You remember that time we-" Hannah started to laugh before she even got the words out before Sawyer cut her off sharply,

"Hannah just shut up and help me clean would you? I'd actually like to have a roof over my head tonight."

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The two couples were happily drinking together at the table. The years had only brought the four of them closer together. Clay and Quinn were still as strong as ever, their own daughter Amy having just followed Keith to Tree Hill high school for freshmen year. The same was true for Tree Hill's' golden couple, Nathan and Haley. Both families were hanging at the Evans' beach house that evening. Something had been off all afternoon; Jamie seemed tense and was avoiding Logan and Lydia.

"Umm, guys I need to talk to you…" Logan's voice broke the flow of conversation and everyone's head turned to him.

"What is it mate?" Clay turned towards his son and his still boyish smile helped relax Logan slightly. But he still had no idea what to say, how could he phrase it?

"The thing is, we need to talk to you…" Logan looked at Lydia for guidance. He literally had no idea how he was going to tell them about him and her. He stuttered for a moment, before wrapping his arm purposely around Lydia's waist. She responded by mirroring his movement and smiling up at him.

"Oh my…"

The loved-up couple stepped out of their bubble and were met with the stunned and shocked faces of their families as they slowly processed the news.

It was going to be a long night of explaining.