One Tree Hill Fan fiction

Summary: Nathan Scott finds out just how much of a monster his father really is, as he fight to protect his twelve year old little brother, Lucas, from a man who has, for so long, brought misery to the people around him. Will the boys ever be able to truly escape Dan?

Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill or any of it's characters, totally created Detective O'Neal though, he's awesome and you know it

Author's note: This is my first one tree hill fan fiction, let's see where it goes… let me know what you think by commenting, I always appreciate any advise or remarks given

"I want to report a crime," god, Nathan couldn't believe he was doing this, his stomach felt all tight and knotted up and his mouth had gone all dry. This was all because he was currently standing in a police station; he was about to do something that would change the rest of his life. He was about to get his dad arrested.

"Okay," replies the large man sitting behind the police station front desk, "why don't you take a seat over there," he pointed to a bunch of crappy looking metal chairs placed in a secluded corner of the police station, "and someone will be with you in a minute."

Nathan wanted to argue, he wanted to tell the police officer that this was urgent and that his father could be hurting Lucas, his little brother, at that very moment. He wanted to...but he didn't. Instead, he forced himself to not, clutching the bag in his arms a little tighter, as he forced himself to move over to the rusted looking chairs and then took a seat. He thought about backing out, leaving the police station, and letting things go on like normal. He couldn't though... Not now that he knew what a disgusting human being his father was, that he was hurting his baby brother. Nathan wouldn't be able to live with himself if he just sat back and did nothing. So he did as the police officer asked, he sat and waited, feeling more uneasy as time passed.

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder and nearly fell back in his chair in fright, "wow there kid, take it easy. I'm detective O'Neal. Fred, over there," the man pointed to the man behind the desk, "said you wanted to report a crime?" The man asked, clearly curious as to what a kid, no older than fifteen or sixteen was doing in a police station at two o'clock in the afternoon on a school day.

"Y-yeah I want to report a crime," Nathan replied, try to keep his voice level and hide the fear he was feeling.

"Okay, kid-"

"I-I'm not a kid," Nathan interrupted.

"Okay...dude," Nathan couldn't help smiling at that, "why don't you come with me and we can talk." There was something comforting about this guy, Nathan thought, he had on an easy smile and while he was a big guy, he wasnt trying to intimidate Nathan with his bulk, like Dan always did.

"Yeah... Okay," Nathan could do that, anyway, if Nathan was going to do this, he'd rather have a bit of privacy.

"Follow me, then," Detective O'Neal said with an easy smile. As they walked further into the precinct, Nathan caught a glimpse of his father on a nearby television set and frowned. Detective O'Neal noticed and looked in the direction of Nathan's gaze, "oh," he smiled, "yeah, that guys a total ass."

Nathan looked back at the man in surprise and then laugh, "yeah, you don't know the half of it," Mayor Dan was the devil incarnate.

The Detective frowned in confusion, as they continued walking aiming for a small office at the far corner of the building, "what do you mean?" He finally asked, unable to keep the curiosity out of his voice.

"I'm Nathan Scott," Nathan replied with a smile, "Dan Scott's my father and trust me when I say Dan Scott deserves to go to hell for the things he's done and I plan to help get him there." The anger and resentment in Nathan's voice was clear. "Why do you think I'm here?"

The Detective didn't know what to say, he could see the anger blazing in Nathan's eyes, and he was starting to get a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, he was pretty sure he was going to have to get his boss involved in whatever the hell was going on here. What could the Mayor have possibly done to put so much anger in his kid's eyes?

"Okay, Nathan, do you mind if I tape this conversation?" The Detective asked, as he pulled out a recorder from his desk, which was covered with paperwork along with a collection of photos of what appeared to be the detectives family. Nathan nodded his assent and waited as the detective fiddles with the recorder.

When the detective was done he placed the recorder on his desk and once again met Nathan's gaze. They were both quiet for a few minutes, as Detective O'Neal tried to size up the kid in front of him. He had heard of Dan Scott's sons, they were the equivalent to high school royalty, kings of the high school team. He had assumed the boys were just like their father arrogant and full of themselves. But that didn't seem to be true, the boy in front of him looked like a good kid, who had been kicked one too many times. His eyes looked like they had seen to much and once again the Detective founded himself wondering what the hell was going on.

"Okay Nathan, why don't you tell me why your here today?" The Detective asked, cutting straight to the point.

"I uhh... I want you to arrest my dad— the mayor for abuse," Nate stated, though he had a look of determination on his face, his words still seemed to waver with indication.

Detective O'Neal's mouth hung open. Abuse? Was the mayor of One Tree Hill abusing his children? What the hell was going on? Detective O'Neal knew it was time to go get his boss, if this got out, if Dan Scott was abusing his children…the press would have a field day.

Before he went anywhere, though, Detective O'Neal decided he needed to ask a few more questions. "Nathan…is you're father abusing you?" the detective tried to measure his words and keep the shock hidden away, until later.

"No… I mean…I guess, he hits me and stuff…but that's not why I'm here. I… it's my brother," Nathan was near tears now and he tried to push them away. He was going to get through this, he was going to make his dad pay, protect his brother and then he could cry, but not yet.

"Nathan…" Detective O'Neal felt his stomach clench and part of him wished he didn't have to ask the next question, "what is it you think you're father has done to you're brother?"

This question caused a glint of anger to form in Nathan's eyes, "I don't think I know." He stated with so much conviction, the detective already found himself believing the young boy before him. "He's been…been touching him," Nathan was having a hard time telling the detective what he had found, it was so disgusting…so unbelievable…if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he would have never believed it.

Detective O'Neal thought he might be sick, was this kid saying what he thought he was? "Touching you're how Nathan?" he asked softly, trying to sooth the clearly distraught boy.

"He…he's been having se—sex with him," Nathan was so angry he could feel tears of rage running down his face. He tried to keep the bile from rising up, but he soon found himself physically ill, throwing up into the detective's trashcan.

Meanwhile, Detective O'Neal stared at him, horrorstruck. He felt his own disgust plaguing him with the new information. The mayor of One Tree Hill was abusing his son? Jesus…he didn't know what to say. He was having a hard time opening his mouth. He found himself speaking, even though inside he was still struck dumb. "Where does you're brother go to school Nathan?"

Nathan lifted his head out of the trashcan long enough to whisper, "Tree Hill middle school."

The kid was still in middle school? The detective found himself hoping he didn't come anywhere near the mayor, soon to be ex-mayor of One Tree Hill any time soon because if he did he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself from killing the man.

"Nathan you're sure about this?" The Detective asked.

Nathan finally picked his head up from the trashcan and nodded, "I…I watch Law and Order, I now about evidence," he nodded his head to his backpack. "I got some, just in case no body believed me."

Detective O'Neal was shocked, the kid had actually had the forethought to collect evidence? He couldn't help feeling a little impressed, "what kind of evidence Nathan?"

"I…I took my brother's sh—sheets and…and I recorded a conversation I overheard… and I…I have a video."

The idea that the kid had a video really shocked O'Neal, and he felt his stomach convulse at the thought of what might be on it. "Nathan…a video?"

"Last night… the sicko goes to Luke's room all the time… I never thought it meant anything before, but… so I hide a camera there and recorded it. I know he went into Luke's room. I heard noises, something happened. I didn't watch the video though…I couldn't…I don't think I could take seeing—" Nathan couldn't make himself finish that sentence.

"Okay, Nathan, I'm going to call Luke's school and I'll have someone keep him in the office, until we can get an officer to bring him here. In the meantime, I'm going to take this," he took hold of Nathan's bag, "and I'm going to go and talk to my captain. I want you to stay right here. Before I go though I just have a few quick questions," Nathan looked up at him expectantly, "What's you're brother's name and how old is he?"

"Lucas Eugene Scott, he's twelve. Technically, he's my half brother…I don't know if that matters."

Detective O'Neal had heard that particular story, Dan Scott, great man that he was, had cheated on his wife with an ex from high school. It had been big gossip at the time, but over the years, it had simmered down, mainly because the mother, Karen had run off.

"Okay, last question, do you have any family me can call for you?"

Nathan seemed to think the question over, "my mom's a drunk and a drug addict, she left a couple months ago, my dad tried to keep it quiet. I…I think Lucas's mom would want to know what's going on, Dan's been blackmailing her to stay away ever since Lucas was born. I think Uncle Keith is living with Karen now, I don't really know him. Can you call Uncle Coop, he'd take us; he's my mom's brother. I don't want to stay with my dad's parents, his dad's mean. I guess you could call my grandparents, the ones on my mom's side, they don't know about my mom yet, I think they're pretty worried, da— I mean, Dan, wont them speak to me or Lucas. I don't know Karen or Keith's numbers, but I can right the other ones down for you." Detective O'Neal nodded his ascent. He was glad there were some adults in the kids life, that meant no worrying about foster care, as long as they could get a hold of them.

He watched as Nate scribbled the names and numbers down on a piece of scrap paper. When the boy finally handed it over, the detective took the piece of paper and the backpack and left the room, making his way over to his boss's office to inform him about the shit that was about to hit the fan.