I couldn't stop myself from writing this. I went to update and this came out. Forgive me please? 8 years will be updated next but I hope you all enjoy this mean time!

Thought it was something a little bit different.

Let me know what you think!

P.S. In this I imagine Lucas to look like he did season 5 (The only time I thought CMM looked remotely close to hot), Brooke's Brooke circa season 4, Haley- season 1 or 2? (she's gotta be nerdy) and Nathan.. Well Nathan's always hot but lets say Nathan in season 5 after he cut his hair.

A Dangerous Game

Chapter 1

Human

He stood. Stock still. Staring at the teens who swarmed around him. Blue eyes scanned each quickly, without interest or curiosity. Two thousand years he had walked among them. Two thousand years he had studied them. Now he could pick everything there was to know in one glance. They bored him yet, he cared for them greatly. His empathy for human kind had never wavered. It had made him what he was in the first place. What kept him going through all of these years. And he, unlike many of the others, still remembered a time when he was one of them.

He had enjoyed the challenge technology had brought. It was a game changer. Suddenly there were all new ways to interact. Humans were harder to read. Easier to get to know. Yet somehow more complex. Studying them was completely different. So much more needed to be taken into account. The facebook craze was hard to figure out. In the end however, it had all come together. Basic intimate human interaction shoved into the least intimate place he knew, the internet.

His appearance and dialect had needed to change many times over the years. Being a 'teen' the fashion was something he always needed to update. He kept to simple clothes. As long as he fit in, it didn't matter what he looked like. Someday's he cursed himself for dying at such a young age. For hundreds of years it had never been a problem. Then highschool was invented and suddenly he was sent on every assignment which involved them. Surrounded by younger human kind. Forced to take false lessons on history he par took in. He had learned quickly that the humans version of history was very different to the events which had taken place.

Some of the others made fun of him for his job. Others envied him for it. For there were not many of them at his age. Sure, he was sent to guide those who would eventually pass on to be like him yet very few would get their 'gift' at the age he did. Angels rarely died so young. They had other angels to guide them. His own angel had fucked up. Lucas Scott had died in sea of blood. Protecting a family he had loved greatly. They had survived. It had been worth it. He had travelled to another life.

Now he stood in his full form. Six foot two, broad shouldered, piercing blue eyes and medium length shaggy blonde hair. Both of which had got lighter as the years had progressed. An 'angel' as they were referred to.

Over the ages they had been named many things. Yet angel had stuck. They weren't what humans would expect however. They weren't servants of God. They weren't brothers of the devil before he turned. They were just watchers. Creatures of the sky. Protectors of humanity.

"Brother" Lucas spoke low as he sensed his brother next to him. No one around them seemed to notice as a six foot three, muscled 'teen' with ocean blue eyes and short dark hair appeared out of nowhere. Angels were very discreet after-all.

"Brother" Nathan repeated. The two were not brothers, at least not in the human sense. Nathan had died less than one hundred years ago yet he was a direct descendent from the line Lucas had perished protecting. Thus the two shared a bond rarely seen amongst angels. Nathan had also died young, his angel had been killed and he himself had given his life helping save innocents from a burning building.

"It is strange they have sent us both on this assignment when we have only one Future to protect." The blondes serious tone was quiet yet free from emotion.

"Must be important."

"Yes."

"What name do we go by here?" Nathan asked, peering around at the students. He smiled and winked at a few girls who walked passed. Lucas sighed, some day's he was jealous of his brothers care-free attitude. For an angel, Nathan was young. When angels die young, they keep their youth for much longer than any living person's entire life. Nathan still held his humanity. He still enjoyed human comforts. Food. Drinking. Sex. Company. Fun. For that Lucas both admired and pitied him. It was dangerous for an angel to feel such emotions. It made it harder for them to leave one life after another as they made friends. Harder for them to resist temptations.

Lucas could still feel some human emotions. Part of his humanity was intact yet he could not grow attached. Years of doing this. Years of experiencing the same thing over and over had taught his heart to harden and his brain to hate the repetitive action of it all.

"I think Scott may be appropriate." Nathan let out a booming laugh before smirking at his friend.

"Going old school are we?"

"Yes." Although last names were constantly changed so as never to be tracked, this time around Lucas wanted the name he was born with.

Lucas Scott, he had not been called that in over fifty years.

"Lucas and Nathan Scott. It's so normal it almost hurts." For once, Lucas let a smile grace his face. Nathan often amused him. It was part of the reason he liked the young angel so much.

"It does sound strange." Students had begun to pile into class rooms, the halls emptying. "Somewhere in this school there is a future angel. Made significantly more important as we have both been sent to protect him or her. You know your job?"

"Piece of cake."

"Don't get cocky."

"Do you realise how old you sound when you use new-age talk?"

"I am old."

"But you don't look it, so just relax and enjoy. Just once, for me. C'mon, I think I'm actually going to like this school."

"It's funny-" Lucas stopped himself from speaking but Nathan caught him.

"What? Lucas, what is that you finally find funny?"

"I actually have sense that Tree Hill High is going to be good." Nathan couldn't help but be shocked.

"You actually think you will enjoy it?"

"Enjoy is a complex word. I mean to say that I feel almost at peace here."

"Close enough. Relax Lucas Scott. Have some fun. I refuse to believe you have lost your ability to do so." Long legs extended as he went to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Lucas called after him, without turning around the raven haired brother replied.

"To sign us in. You go search for The Future." The blonde stood in the hallway, closing his eyes as he let his body sense every human around him. In each different classroom on every floor. He could feel them all.

"Err, are you lost?" Eyes shot open. Cursing himself for not securing the hallway, Lucas studied the girl in front of him. She had deep hazel eyes, long chocolate brown hair and wore a huge dimpled smile. The blonde was actually shocked to find himself thinking she was beautiful. Sure, he could appreciate good looking woman but it had been a very long time since he had actually considered a human attractive.

"No. I'm just waiting for my brother." The brunette let out a raspy chuckle. Lucas shocked himself again as he felt a sudden, dare he say it, enjoyment from the sound.

"In a hallway, with your arms out and eyes closed?"

"Yes." A blunt reply was all that was offered.

"I'm Brooke Davis, I take it your new?" A petite hand shot out.

"I'm Lucas Scott. Yes. Me and my brother are new." His hand went out to clasp hers and for the third time in minutes he was met with an involuntary, completely human, reaction. His eyes went wide as he shook her hand. The smoothness and warmth of her skin against his making his body tingle slightly. He moved away as they unclasped. His strange actions didn't go un-noticed by Brooke but she chose to ignore them. This tall, handsome, stranger intrigued her.

"Are you new to Tree Hill?"

"Yes."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Me too. Where are you from?"

"Somewhere far away." Brooke laughed again, a chill ran up Lucas' spine. He almost jumped, it was as if his body was reacting completely off key. He hadn't been human in so long that he did not realise, each reaction was normal.

"Are you always this vague?"

"Am I being vague?" He had been so caught up in the way his body was reacting he had forgotten to act like a teenager. "Sorry, new school. I guess. I'm usually not so weird" Hazel eyes peered up at him.

"Yes, you are."

"What?"

"I have a feeling who I was talking to a few seconds ago is exactly who you are." Two thousand years of training and in two minutes a seventeen year old had seen right through him.

"Does it matter?" Brooke nodded.

"Yes, it does. Never be afraid to be who you are Lucas, believe me, it might seem like a good idea but at the end of the day, it sucks." The brunette was surprised by her own words, she had no idea why she was being so open with a stranger. Lucas almost wanted to laugh, if she only knew the irony of that last statement. He had spent his entire (after) life pretending to be someone or really, someone's, he wasn't.

"If you say so Brooke Davis."

"I better get to class. It was nice meeting you."

"You too." And for once he wasn't lying, this brief encounter had actually been enjoyable.

"I'll see you around?"

"Okay." She walked away and he watched her go. Studying the sway in her hips, the way she carried herself and the way her hair bounced as she walked. She didn't look back.

Nathan appeared by his side.

"Was that the Future?" He asked, hopefully. "She's hot."

"No, I would have sensed if it was her." He paused. "But Nathan."

"Yes?"

"Stay away from her." Nathan let out a masculine laugh.

"Dude are you kidding? You like her? You actually want her?" Lucas shook his head.

"She is One Thousand Nine Hundred and Eighty Three years younger than me. It is not the attraction you wish me to have. Yet I have a pull to her, she interests me."

"That's something at least. Maybe she can teach you to lighten up. Here, I got our timetables." Lucas was handed a small piece of paper with a list of classes, he instantly memorised it.

"English first." The blonde nodded down the hall, he liked English. It was both easy and the most enjoyable of all the subjects he had to endure. He had been friends with Shakespeare back in the day. He missed the man. They had spent hours discussing scripts. Having to walk away from that life had been hard.

The two brothers started towards their next class, completely unaware that in the coming months, Tree Hill Highschool would change their entire outlook on the world above and below the sky.