What Lies Ahead

Lucas and Nathan made their way up the stairs to their apartment in silence. Lucas felt like a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. His announcement to his mom about his engagement to Nathan went better than expected. Nathan on the other hand, has been fighting a slight bout of nausea and a few aches and pains, which striked him as odd, as Lucas eats and does the virtually the same things as he does, and Lucas appeared to be just fine. Nathan was pulled out of his thoughts when his brother gasped.

"What?" Nathan looked at Lucas' shocked face.

Lucas pointed to the slightly ajar door to their apartment. Both boys slowly approached their door thinking they were being robbed. The prospect of being robbed quickly flew out the window when they heard an unmistakable voice that both brothers despised.

"So come over to mine and Nate's place. Party starts at 7." The Scott brothers pered into the door and spotted Tim, on their phone...in their home. And fromt he looks of it, the fucking bastard had made himself at home. Tim's stuff was all over the place. Tim broke in and moved in despite the numerous times he was told no. Nathan and Lucas both shared a knowing look and came to a mutual understanding.

"You know, I threatened to call the cops on him before. I think breaking into our place and forcing himself into living here sure as hell gives us the right to make good on my threat." Lucas spoke softly but cold.

"I also think slapping a restraining order on him would be best...you know, he won't stay out of our lives willingly, forcing him out is out best option."

"You have your cell with you?"

Nathan handed over his cell to Lucas, and Lucas dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Yeah, hi. My name's Lucas. There's an intruder in my home."

"Does he appear to be dangerous?"

"Definetely not. You see, this guy approached my brother before looking for a place to stay, but he was repeatedly told no. My brother and I just got back from breakfast and we found Tim making himself at home."

"Wait..."

"What?"

"Tim Smith?"

"Uh yeah. You know him?"

"Honey, everyone here knows who Tim is."

"That doesn't suprise me."

"I'll send someone out there immediately."

"Better send more than one person."

"Agreed. What's your address?"

"1308 100th place southeast, apartment 11."

"Thank you. I would like for the both of you to remain outside until the authorities arrive, can you do that? It would just be best to avoid any further complications."

"Yeah we can. Thanks." Lucas said then shut the cell phone off and handed it back to Nathan.

"What did they say?" Nathan asked.

"They want us to wait out here for them, and let them kick his fucking ass out."

"What, they think he's armed?"

"I doubt it. I guess they're just taking precaution just in case."

"Makes sense."

Both boys stood their staring at their door listening to Tim run up their phone bill for a good ten minutes before the cops arrived.

"Are you the guys who called about the intruder?"

"Yeah, he's still in there." Nathan answered.

"Tim Smith right?" One of the cops asked.

"Yep." Nathan and Lucas responded.

"I swear, Tim is the only one in this town that has caused the most complaints."

"We don't doubt it. Come on in, he's still on our phone right now." Lucas said.

"I take it you want to press charges?"

"Absolutely." Both brothers answered.

"Alright lets get this over with."

Lucas and Nathan led the two officers inside their apartment where they were met with Tim still on their phone, his bakc facing away from them. The four of them waited until he was done before arresting him.

"...yeah, be sure to tell all the cheerleaders to come, Nathan's single and I'm sure there are plenty of chicks waiting to hook up with him. Oh and get the guys together. Nathan's bastard brother is living with him and we need to make him understand he isn't wanted here." Tim said as he hung up.

"Tim." Nathan called.

Tim turned around to see two very pissed off brothers and two equally annoyed cops with them. One of them put a hand on his gun to make sure Tim didn't do anything stupid.

"What's going on?" Tim asked.

"We could ask you the same thing?" Lucas responded.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm crashing here for a while."

"You mean after you've been repeatedly told no?" Nathan questioned.

"You're gonna pass up on me being you roomate? You'd rather have him than me live with you?" Tim gestured scathingly towards Lucas.

"Yes!"

"What's with the cops?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Lucas threw the same question back at Tim's face, "We told you over and over again that you can't stay here. I mean you already tried this once before and it failed. For starters, there isn't enough room. Second, you would exhaust our expenses. And finally, we just don't want you here. They are here to 'escort' you out of here."

Nathan knew Lucas was lying about their expenses, considering that both of them carefully monitor what they spend, but Tim couldn't call him on it.

"What did you think was going to happen when we came home to this?" Nathan gestured to all of Tim's stuff.

"That you would kick your bastard brother's ass to the curb and we would be roomates." Tim answered stupidly.

Nathan sighed and turned to the two cops, "Just out of curiosity, would you two get in trouble if you beat his ass before arresting him?"

"Unfortunately." One of the cops responded.

"What if we did it?" Lucas asked.

"Better not risk it, and let us handle it." The other cop said.

"Pity. He's all yours." Nathan and Lucas moved out of the way and allowed the cops to do their jobs.

"Tim Smith, you are under arrest for breaking and entering and illegal trespassing."

The Scott brothers watched in amusement as Tim tried to wrestle out of their grasp, only to end up face-down on the ground. One cop had his nightstick pressing down on Tim's neck, light enough not to choke him, but strong enough to hold him down, while the other cop handcuffed Tim. He was dragged to his feet and pushed towards the door. On the way out, Nathan and Lucas both kicked Tim in the ass. They could hear the cops laughter as Lucas shut the door. That was it. No more Tim. All that was left of him was all his shit that was littering their place. Within the hour, both boys had taken all of Tim's stuff to the dumpster, minus all the stuff they could get a pretty penny for. When they got their apartment back to the way it originally was, they collapsed on the couch.

"God, he had some fucking nerve to pull that shit off." Nathan said.

"And you know what the most shocking part was?"

"What?"

"We didn't even anticipate this happening." Lucas answered.

"Yeah, we should've seen this coming."

Well it doesn't matter now. He's done." Lucas paused before continuing, "We should celebrate." He smiled.

"What do you suggest?" Nathan leered.

"Going to the rivercourt."

"Aww...ruin my fun." Nathan pouted.

"Come on, we'll play a few rounds and then come back and have a nice long soak in the tub. Then we'll commence with our weekend fuckfest."

"Sounds good." Nathan said as he kissed Lucas.

"Wait." Lucas mumbled between kisses

Nathan pulled back, "What?"

"I feel like we're forgetting something."

"Really? Like what?"

Lucas stood there contemplating what it could possibly be before it finally came to him. Lucas immediately grabbed the phone and called Brooke.

"Hello?"

"Brooke? It's Lucas."

"Hey Broody, what's up?"

"I need you to call everyone and tell them that the party at our place is cancelled. Tell Peyton to do the same."

"I heard about that. But I thought you and Nathan would be...you know, preoccupied?"

"We'll explain it to you later, I promise. Can you do that for me Brooke?"

"Sure. I'll call Peyton immediately."

"Thanks Cheery."

"No problem. Just promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Give me the details."

"Details?"

"Peyton and Tutor Girl filled me in on what you two were going to do this weekend to celebrate you engagement."

"No fucking way!"

"Come on Lucas, you two are too hot to keep the sex to yourselves."

"Goodbye Brooke." Lucas hung up, then turned to Nathan, "That was close."

"Right, I forgot about the party Tim planned."

"Yeah. We should get going."

"What the hell was that last part all about?" Nathan laughed.

"Oh, Brooke wanted all the in-depth details on our weekend."

"Seriously?"

"Yep. She said, and I quote 'we are too hot to keep the sex to ourselves', I swear she's worse than Peyton."

"That doesn't suprise me." Nathan chuckled.

The boys got changed into their gym clothes and headed towards the rivercourt. Both ended up playing for two hours. Nathan was still feeling slightly sick, and Lucas started having chest pains. Nathan had the ball and darted towards the basket, fully expecting resistance from Lucas. He made the basket and turned to Lucas, only to find his brother taking sharp breaths and clutching his chest before collapsing.

"LUCAS!" Nathan yelled, dashing to his lover, managing to catch Lucas in time before he collided with the pavement.

"Lucas, can you hear me?"

Lucas made no response, and he wasn't breathing. Nathan quickly pulled out his cell and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My brother collapsed on me, and he's not breathing."

"Okay, where are you?"

"We're at the rivercourt."

"An ambulance is ont he way."

Nathan hung up, crying while craddling his brother's head in his arms.

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Nathan was in the waiting room by himself, clutching the Keith's Auto Shop hoodie that the paramedics pulled off of Lucas in the ambulance. It's been two hours since he last saw Lucas, and he still didn't hear a word on his brother's condition, Nathan was growing more impatient by the second. He tried to find out what was taking so long, but none of the nurses could answer his questions. Just as he was about to sit back down, he was suddenly overcome with the urge to throw up. Nathan quickly made his way to the nearest bathroom to do just that.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' Nathan thought after flushing the toilet. He would have chalked up his symptoms to being in shock, but Nathan's been feeling like this for quite some time now. Nathan left the bathroom to return to the waiting room, when he bumped into the doctor caring for Lucas, the nametag read 'D. Winchester'.

"Are you the one who brought Lucas Scott in?" Doctor Winchester asked.

"Yeah, he's my brother. What happened to him?"

"Your brother had a mild heart attack."

"What?! How is that possible? He's 17!"

"I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. From what we've been able to determine, he has a heart condition known as HCM. It;s a condition that tightens the muscles around the heart. It happens when enduring extensive strenuous activity, like playing sports."

"Is it fatal?"

"Not with the right medication it isn't. And also, if he isn't athletic, which I'm guessing he is right?"

"Yeah. He and I are on the Tree Hill basketball team. He and I were playing on the court when he collapsed."

"Well...in order to ensure he stays on the team, he's gonna have to take the meds I'll prescribe to him. The medication will slow him down considerably to keep the heart from being crushed by the muscles surrounding it. But if it were up to me, I would suggest he quit basketball all together."

"But he loves the game." Nathan spoke quietly.

"What's more important...his basketball career, or his life?"

Nathan knew the answer but he didn't want to say it. He would rather keep his fiancee' alive at all cost, even if that means Lucas quitting backetball.

"There's more." Dr. Winchester spoke.

"How can there possibly be more?" Nathan looked at him incredulously.

"HCM is hereditary. There's a chance you have it too."

Nathan stared at the doctor for what seemed like an eternity before responding, "How much of a chance?"

"50-50."

Nathan once again felt sick to his stomach, slowly sliding down the wall he was leaning on, clutching his stomach.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't feel well."

"I understand, receiving this kind of news is a bit overwhelming and..."

"It's not only that." Nathan interupted.

"What's wrong?" Dr. Winchester guided Nathan to the nearby chairs and sat down next to him.

"I don't feel good, and I have a lot of aches and pains."

"In your chest?"

"No. Mainly my stomach, I feel it everywhere but my chest. Plus I've been throwing up everyday."

"How long have you felt like this?"

"For the past week."

"Alright, come on, I'll examin you and see what the problem is, and also...I'd like to check and see if you have HCM as well, if you don't mind."

"Might as well, I guess." Nathan answered sadly.

"Have you contacted Lucas' parent's since his arrival here?"

"Shit! I completely forgot!" Nathan exclaimed.

"Don't worry about it. I'll have the nurses contact them immediately."

"Have them call Karen's Cafe'. Ask for Karen Roe."

"Got it. Why don't you wait in exam room 7. I'll be with you in a moment while I get the proper instruments. Also, I'll bring you a couple of information pamphlets on HCM for you and your brother."

"Okay." Nathan said. As the doctor was about to leave, a question suddenly popped in his mind, "Hey, wait!"

"Yeah?" The doctor turned his attention back to Nathan.

"If you're Lucas' doctor, who's taking care of him while you're having me checked out?"

Doctor Winchester smiled, "My brother. Don't worry, Lucas is in the best of hands. My brother's even smarter than I am." He laughed as he left Nathan alone.

- - - 000 - - -

Karen rushed to the nurse's desk in the lobby immediately followed by Keith. Haley decided to stay watch over the Cafe' with the help of Peyton and Brooke.

"I'm Karen Roe, I got a call saying my son is here?" Karen said frantically.

"And what's your son's name, ma'am?"

"Lucas Scott."

"I was just told to tell you that the doctors are finishing up his examination and will be with you shortly." She paused, looking over the papers in front of her before continuing, "Is Nathan Scott your son also?"

"Uh, no. Why? Is he okay?"

"Well he's being examined as well, and we haven't been able to contact any of his parents."

"He's emancipated. He and Lucas live by themselves. Their father is in prison, and we haven't heard from his mother in a long time."

"Okay, just wait for a little and the doctor will me with you in a moment."

"Thanks." Keith replied guiding Karen to their seats.

"Do you happen to know where Deb disappeared to?" Karen asked.

"No. She vanished before Dan's trial. Nathan did say that she was the one who gave him the ledger. Maybe she was scared Dan would come after her." Keith answered.

"Well whatever her reason, she's gonna miss her son's wedding, although I don't think she would be too thrilled with the idea of both he and Lucas getting married to each other."

"Wait. What?!" Keith's jaw dropped.

"Oh. I thought the boys would have already told you. They proposed to one another yesterday." Karen said.

"Married?"

"Yep. And they asked for help with the wedding plans."

"Well...what do they plan to do?"

"They both decided on a small ceremony away from Tree Hill. Nothing too expensive. Just everyone who knows about them, and someone to perform the ceremony." Karen said.

"Do you think they'll find someone who will allow two brothers to be joined in holy matrimony?"

"I'm sure they'll figure something out. They're dead set in this decision."

"I can't believe their getting married." Keith sat their dumbfounded.

"God, what the hell is taking so long?" Karen asked, clearly irritated.

As if on cue, the doctor appeared before them.

"Are you here for Lucas and Nathan Scott?" The doctor asked.

"Yes we are." Karen answered.

"I'm Dr. Sam Winchester, my brother and I are overseeing their care."

"Aren't you a little you to be a doctor?" Keith asked.

"Why thank you, you're too kind." Sam grinned, "Anyway, from what we gathered, Nathan called 911 because apparently Lucas collapsed while playing basketball. Lucas had a mild heart attack. Although it is possoble for a man his age to have one, it's still considered rare. Further tests showed that Lucas suffers from a heart condition known as HCM."

"Oh my god." Karen whispered.

"Is it fatal?" Keith questioned.

"With the proper medication and serious lack of athletic activity, it should be no concern what-so-ever."

"What happened to Nathan? The nurse said that both he and his brother were being examinated." Karen asked.

"My brother explained to Nathan that HCM is hereditary, and he could quiet possibly have it."

"Lucas and Nathan's father is my brother. Is it possible that I might have it too?" Keith asked.

"You might. HCM does come from the father's side. You should probably get it checked out."

"Does Nathan have HCM?" Karen asked.

"No. However, when my brother, Dean, broke the news about Lucas to him, Nathan nearly collapsed himself. Nathan has said that he's ben feeling sick as well as suffering some aches and pains, especialy in the abdominal area." Sam paused, checking the documents in his hands before continuing, "Has Nathan ever taken any drugs before?"

"Uh, yeah. Nathan's father had constantly put huge amounts of pressure on him where basketball is concerned, despite my objections. To him, nothing else was more important. As such, Nathangot his hands on some performance enhancing pills to try and beat his dad's scoring average for a specific game just to shut him up for once. In the end, Nathan became dehydrated and passed out in the middle of the game. But, that was well over a year ago." Keith answered.

"That might explain what's happening to Nathan right now."

"What is happening to him?" Keith asked.

"As soon as the final test is complete, we'll know. In the mean time, both Lucas and Nathan are ready for visitors. Nathan was adamant about seeing Lucas, so Dean and I arranged it so they would share a room. They're in Room 308, down the hall and to the right." Sam pointed, and the couple immediately left to find them.

Nathan laid there staring at the occupant in the bed next to his. He was relieved somewhat when Dr. Winchester allowed him to stay in the same room as his brother. Dr. Winchester, who told Nathan to call him Dean, gave him the pamphlets on HCM as promised. Nathan read them so many times, he could recite each and every word. Nathan knew Lucas would take the news hard, having HCM could possibly mean the end of basketball for him. But Lucas was smart, and he would have something to fall back on if basketball fell through. Lucas was always interested in reading, and he was excellent in his English and Literature classes. Nathan thinks he would be a great writer. He however, wasn't so lucky. He's only managed to keep his grades up because of Lucas' and Haley's help, but basketball is the only thing he's really good at, and with the threat of having HCM himself, Nathan was scard for what the future might bring.

It all seemed so unfair to Nathan, eveything was going great this past year. He and Lcuas are financially stable, an is out of their lives, Tim is a thing of the past, and he and Lucas are about to take that final step in their relationship. But now with this HCM thing looming over their heads, as well as what ever the hell is wrong with him, it seems like yet another issue is here to complicate their lives. Nathan swears that his and Lucas' lives have the makings of a tv drama.

"Nathan?"

Nathan was brought out of his thoughts and looked to see Karen and Keith at the door.

"Hey. I'm glad the hospital finally got a hold of you." Nathan said.

Karen instantly rushed to her son's side, stroking his hair.

"The doctor told us that Lcuas has HCM." Keith said, bring a chair and sitting between the two boys.

"Yeah. Speaking of which..." Nathan gave Karen the pamphlets he had.

"You might need these Nathan." Karen said.

"Trust me, I've memorized every bit of informatio they provided." Nathan said sadly.

"How are you feeling? She asked.

Before Nathan could answer, both Winchester doctors decided to make their appearance.

"We have the test results back from the lab." Sam said.

"Would it be alright if we talked to Nathan alone for a sec?" Dean asked.

"Sure." Keith said, "Come on Karen, lets get some coffee." Keith led Karen out of the room.

"I have HCM don't I?" Nathan asked as soon as the door closed.

"Actually no, you don't. Only your brother. I already told your uncle to get himself checked out whe he has the chance." Sam said.

"So what's wrong with me?"

Before either Dean or Sam could answer, Lucas chose that moment to wake up. Noticing this, Dean quickly checked his vitals and saw that he was okay. Lucas looked around in confusion, and the doctors took notice.

"You're in the hospital Lucas. Your brother brought you in because you had a heart attack." Sam explained.

Lucas looked over to find Nathan smiling at him, but saw that the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. Over the next ten minutes, the Winchesters explained to Lcuas everything that had transpired since passing out at the rivercourt. Although they told Lucas he can still play basketball, he won't be able to play as well as he used to. And knowing Nathan and his mom, they won't let him play at all.

"Does Nathan have it too?" Lucas asked, remembering the doctors saying that HCM is hereditary.

"No. He doesn't."

"But I do have something else right?" Nathan questioned the brothers.

"Yes. Your uncle informed us that you took performance enhancing pills a while ago, is that correct?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I got fed up with my dad I'll never be as good as him, I thought I would be if I had a little help. But I haven't taken any in over a year and a half. What does that have to do with why I've been sick?"

"Taking those pills started a change in your body. It's not unheard of, but still a very rare case. You hormone levels are far above those of a normal male. In fact, in certain situations, they are equal to the levels of a female." Sam explained.

"But what does that mean?" Lucas asked.

"Nathan...are you sexually active with other men?" Dean asked.

Nathan wasn't sure he wanted to answer. Sensing his hesitation, Dean continued, "It's okay if you are, Sam and I don't judge. In fact, he and I are the last people who would judge you."

"Yeah. I am." Nathan answered.

"Are you havign sex with more than one guy?" Dean asked.

"No. I'm in a monogamous relationship. Why? What does my sex life have to do with this?"

"We've ran your blood and urine tests seven times each, and each time produced the same results." Sam paused, "Nathan...you're pregnant."

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-----------------------------------------------------------------------A/N: To everyone who wanted Lucas to be pregnant, I'm sorry. My reason is simple. In every OTH Mpreg story, it's always Lucas who ends up pregnant with Nathan child. This time I wanted it to be the other way around. It was my plan all along to have Nathan pregnant with Lucas' child. It's just an idea that has never been done before. And I wanted to be the first one to do it. At least on fanfiction. There might be a Nathan mpreg story somewhere online, I just haven't found it. I hope you enjoyed my two cameos. But this will NOT be a OTH/Supernatural crossover. I'm just borrowing the characters. If you'd like to see more of Dean and Sam, tell me. If there are any ideas you'd like to see in the story, let me know. Thanks.