Full Summary: Tim Riggins, Dallas Cowboys' star fullback, and resident bad boy, has gotten himself into some big trouble – again. Only this time, a public apology will not be enough to keep him from getting suspended from the team. In order to repair his reputation and maintain his position on the team, he'll have to return to his hometown of Dillon, Texas. There he runs into some familiar faces, including Julie Taylor's, and man has she gotten beautiful! Only problem? She could care less about the fullback's fame, nor his attempts to charm her. Tim's determined to win her over, though, come hell or high water because she's worth the fight.

Just a little background information . . . the ages of most of the characters will be very different than they were on the show. Also, almost the students from East Dillon and West Dillon in season 4 will be in high school in this story.

IMPORTANT! This story is inspired by another story I read here on FanFiction called "Show Me How to Live," it's a One Tree Hill fanfic written by crazykelly101. Here is a link to her story (just copy and paste the link, but be sure to add in .net and a / after fanfiction, otherwise the link will not work - this is the only way I was able to put in the link) if any of you out there reading this story are a huge OTH fan, like myself, or just if you're interested in checking it out.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Friday Night Lights, nor do I own any of it's characters, this story was written strictly for entertainment. No profits were gained.

Worth the Fight

Chapter 1: Coming Home

"Hey, Riggs, we're gonna head out, man." Brain "Smash" Williams, star running back for the Dallas Cowboys, announced. He, Tim Riggins, and a few other teammates decided to go out together and get a beer or something. Well . . . going out for "a beer or something" turned into getting hammered at the hottest new club in Dallas. Tim spent most of the night by the bar, a young blonde draped all over him, while the rest of the players took advantage of their status and claimed a booth in the VIP section. This is the first time Tim's seen any of his teammates since they all entered the bar together several hours ago.

"Alright." Tim replied trying to focus on Smash's slightly blurred face and not on the women torturously kissing her way up his neck. Smash just laughed at Tim's drunkenness. He'd been where Riggs is right now, and he knew it was not a pretty place to be, especially come morning. That being said, as much a Tim drank, he never drank himself into a stupor like this; at least, he hasn't since high school. Smash felt like he should stay and make sure his notoriously reckless teammate didn't get himself into any trouble, but he told his girl he would be home an hour ago, plus Tim was a big boy; he would be fine.

"Hey man, do whatever tonight, just don't drive home, alright?" Smash said, although it can out more like a plea.

"Yeah man, I won't, don't even worry about it." Tim said turning his attention away from Smash and to the blonde that was so desperately seeking it. Smash nodded and started to walk away when he heard Tim slur out, "Oh, and tell Waverly I said hi."

"A'ight, will do man." Smash laughed and left the fullback be.

"Tim? Tim, are you even listening to me?" Tim's agent, Brad Newman, asked snapping his fingers in front of the fullback's face. Tim looked away from the window he'd been gazing out of since his agent started talking.

"Mhmm, yeah . . . yeah, I was listening." Tim said absentmindedly as he looked around the hospital room. He wasn't seriously injured, he had a concussion, some minor scrapes and bruises, one cut on his face that started above his right eyebrow and down to his temple that required stitches, and a dislocated shoulder, but other than that he was fine. And that's exactly what he told the doctors and nurses; that he was fine. The doctor insisted he stay a full twenty-four hours, however, much to Tim's dismay, to monitor his vitals.

"Alright, so you're on board then?" Brad asked. Being Tim's agent, he's had to pull Tim out of several fires, all involving his behavior, but this one takes the cake . . . and it's gonna take a hell of a lot more that a public apology to get Tim out of this mess.

"On board? With what?' Tim asked confused, this isn't usually how these conversations go; they usually end with Brad setting up a press conference and handing Tim a piece of paper with a speech he would need to memorize about how he was sorry for his behavior and how he would never do it again. Blah, Blah, Blah.

"The league is talking about suspension this Tim. They aren't playing around anymore. This isn't your usual "Cowboy's star fullback gets drunk and gets in a fight,' or "Tim Riggins gets drunk and was spotted with not one, not two, but three women." This is, "Tim Riggins almost killed a man." It's going to take more than an apology to get you out of this, and I have just the plan for you to show the public you're not the person they think you are." Brad said, he knew Tim would not be happy about this little plan, he just hoped the fullback didn't plan to take out his frustrations on his face.

"Alright, well, let's hear this plan of yours." Tim sighed.

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Tim wore his best suit as he stood in front of the crowd full of reporters and photographers. He hated things like this, which might be a surprise to some people seeing how many press conferences he's had to attend in the past eight years since he got drafted into the NFL his second year of college. Cameras flashed all around making it difficult to see all the people sitting below him, but Tim saw that as a good thing; if he couldn't see the crowd, he could just pretend they weren't there. He cleared his throat and wiped the sweat off his palms. Before he spoke, he took a quick look down at the paper on the podium containing his speech.

"I'd first like to start off by saying how incredibly sorry I am." Tim started, "The behavior I showed this past week was reckless, irresponsible, and unacceptable. I understand where the league is coming from in suspending me for the start of the season; I have taken full responsibility for my actions and I've accepted the punishment given." Tim continued on. He glanced over at Brad who gave him a thumbs up and a nod, encouraging him to continue. "Due to current circumstances, I will be returning to my hometown, where I will help assist the head coach of the high school football team with his players, I will also coach a PeeWee team, and volunteer and the local community center." Tim ended the speech and walked off the stage towards his agent. Brad shook his hand before walking up to the podium.

"Mr. Riggins, how long will your suspension last?"

"Have you heard anything about the other man involved in the accident?"

"Mr. Riggins, what are your plans for after the suspension?"

The reporters and cameramen went crazy, asking question after question, taking photo after photo. Tim felt like he could explode. Thankfully, Brad did what he does best, avoid and deflect.

"Thank you all for coming, we appreciate your time. Unfortunately, though, Tim has a flight to catch, so we will not have time for any questions." Brad announced as he walked off the stage with Tim following behind. Tim took a deep breath; he hadn't been home in nearly ten years. Sure, he still spoke to everyone now and then, but he hadn't stepped foot in the quaint little town for more than a few days, and even then that was just to visit the Taylor's with Jason, since he left for college all those years ago. But now, this was it, he was going home.

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"I still don't see why I couldn't just drive to Dillon from Dallas. It's like a six-hour drive." Tim spoke into the phone once he landed in Austin. He heard his agent sigh over the phone and instantly rolled his eyes. Here we go.

"I'm well aware of that Tim, but it needed to be done this way for the press. It's a win-win situation; they'll get a few pictures of you in the airport for their little tabloids and in exchange you'll be keeping your name in the media." Brad said as if all this were supposed to be obvious to Tim. It wasn't. He didn't care about the fucking press and their stupid ass tabloids, which usually consisted of a series of bullshit anyway. Brad being Brad, figured any type of press is good press, but Tim knew better, given his current situation the media would find a way to twist anything good into something horrible. He could save a kid from getting hit by a car and the press would probably say he shoved the kid into oncoming traffic in the first place. That's just what they did.

"Whatever you say, Brad." Tim sighed into the phone as he continued his trek towards baggage claim. He was seriously starting to wonder why he even hired an agent, manager, whatever the hell he was in the first place. Oh yeah, the league told him he needed to. He really hated being told what to do and here he was having his life dictated by some prick that only cares about getting his paycheck each month. Tim understood this was all just "damage control" and all that other bullshit, but that didn't mean he had to like it. He hadn't been back to Dillon in almost ten years and, truthfully, he wasn't looking forward to the idea of being back, but if going back for a few months meant staying in the NFL then he would just have to put his issues aside and get this shit over with.

"And be sure to post on Instagram or Snapchat, or better yet, both at least once a week. I know you hate all that stuff, but it'll show your fans and everyone else that you're actually doing what you said you would be. Be sure to keep it positive, no posts of you drinking or hanging around a bunch of women. Post stuff of you coaching or you with your family, the press eats that type of shit up." Brad added when Tim hadn't spoken for a while. Tim once again rolled his eyes, he would post to Instagram and Snapchat because he knew Brad would call him if he didn't, but there was no way in hell he would post anything with his family in it, unless, of course, they gave him permission to do so; he respected their privacy too much to do anything like that.

"Alright you got it, Brad. Oh, I see my luggage, I gotta go." Tim lied and hung up the phone before Brad could say anything. He reached his gate's baggage claim area a short while after he hung up the phone; he waited until he saw his bag, smiling towards the cameras annoyingly flashing in his direction and signing autographs or taking selfies with fans that approached him. Finally, he got his bags and made his way towards exit, he decided to rent a truck, despite Billy and Mindy insisting that they would pick him up. He told them he had to make a few stops first and he didn't want to be a bother to them, but truth be told, he just didn't want to endure what he knew would be a two-hour car ride filled almost entirely with awkward small talk.

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Tim pulled over into the grass when he saw the Welcome to Dillon sign come into view. He got out of the Dodge Ram 2500 truck that he rented; he still had his old 1986 Silverado from high school sitting at Billy's, but he wasn't sure could will himself to drive her. She held too many memories of the past; more bad than good, unfortunately. He exhaled a long, slightly shaky breath. This was a bad idea; he shouldn't have come back. This wasn't his home anymore. He didn't belong here. Not anymore, anyway. He sighed and pulled out his phone, Brad wanted pictures? Well then he would give them. He took a picture of the welcome sign making sure that the 2006 State Champion part was easily readable. He started to write a caption for the picture when his phone started ringing and an all too familiar number popped up on the screen. He smirked as he answered the phone.

"Six, how ya doing man?" Tim asked simply, as though this were a regular occurrence for him. It wasn't. Sure he and Jason still talked every once in a while, but those talks were few and far between these days. He heard a chuckle on the other end of the line and couldn't help the small smile that started to spread across his face.

"I'm doin' good, Riggs. But I gotta ask you something." Jason started, his tone joking and light. "Why is it that I have I have to hear the school board and my wife that my best friend is coming back to town before I even hear it from said best friend?" He continued to joke. If this were anyone other than Six, Tim might've actually thought he was hurt by the fact that he hadn't told him, but he knew Jason didn't take things like that too personally.

"Sorry about that. It all happened kinda unexpectedly." Tim said with a heavy sigh, he was about to tell Jason all about what happened, well what he could remember anyway, when a thought hit him. "Wait, what do you mean the school board told you? You're working at the high school now?" Tim asked. The last time he had spoken to Jason he was a family lawyer living in Austin, now he was a teacher?

"Yeah, I'm head coach for the Panthers now." Jason said. "I also opened up my own little firm here in Dillon, it's just me so I stay pretty busy." He added.

Tim's head was spinning. Jason was the head coach for the Panthers? What happened to Coach Taylor? Tim thought he would never leave that job, not until he was on his deathbed anyway. "What happened to your dad?" Tim asked curiously. He heard Jason exhale deeply. Oh no, this wasn't good, was it?

"He had a heart attack about five years back, the doctors told him not to do anything too stress inducing and he was told he had to temporarily leave the team. He came back as head coach the next season and stayed on for another couple of years, but then he got sick." Jason said a little chocked up. Tim immediately suspected the worst. "We found out he had pancreatic cancer. Thankfully, they found out early, before it spread to the lymph nodes, and they were able to treat it." Jason continued. Tim let a breath he hadn't realized he was holding in. They treated it. That meant Coach was okay then, right?

"He retired after that. He and mom moved to Austin when it all happened so that way they could be close to a good hospital and because, at the time that was where both Julie and I were; I was working at a firm there and Julie was still finishing up her degree. They wanted to be closer to their kids, just in case." Jason said shakily, but he continued on. "Once he was finished treatment he and my mom decided they wanted to move back to Dillon. I realized I didn't like only seeing them every few months once they moved back so I talked with Tyra and we agreed it was time for a change, so we moved back home. The kids love it; being in a small town." Jason spoke, a bit more happily now. But Tim needed to know more. Coach was okay now, right? And what about Mrs. Taylor, was she alright? How had Jules been doing?

"He's okay now? Coach?" Tim asked.

"Been cancer free for almost two years now." Jason said happily. "All the doctors seemed amazed because I guess it's a pretty rare thing in people with pancreatic cancer, but they don't know my dad. He's one stubborn old bastard; he won't be going anywhere until he's damn well ready, that's what he keeps telling me, anyway." Jason laughed. Tim did too, it was just so Coach.

"And everyone else?" Tim asked. He heard Jason talking to someone in the background, most likely Tyra. He couldn't really hear any of the words, but every now and then he would get bits and pieces, he heard something about dinner and pork chops, then he heard Tyra say something along the lines of "just ask the freaking man."

"There's a lot of stuff to go over if you want to hear about everyone. Why don't you come over for dinner? I'll catch you up on everything you've missed." Jason said. "Plus, I know Noah would love to finally meet you, he still doesn't believe me when I tell him that mommy and daddy actually know Tim Riggins, even when we show him pictures. He loves you." Jason added with a chuckle. Tim didn't know how he felt about that, he didn't really like the idea of little kids looking up to him. He wasn't a good influence for anyone, let alone little kids, but Tim found himself agreeing to come for dinner anyway.

"Great, dinner's served a five-thirty. Come by around four any we can go over some game types and get you familiarized with the team."

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Tim drove past his old home on the way to Six's, the one he and Billy grew up in. It looked the same, only the grass had grown out due to lack of maintenance and the house and driveway were in serious need of some pressure washing. He wasn't surprised to see it had been abandoned, his dad probably left as soon as Tim graduated high school and he knew Billy would never want to step foot into the place again. When Billy graduated high school he moved to Grand Prairie to go to Lincoln Tech, an automotive school. He could've easily gone to a school in Austin, but Billy wanted to be further away from home than that.

Tim knew Billy and Walt didn't get along, hell, nobody got along with Walt. Walt was abusive both physically and verbally to Billy and Tim. He would always remind Billy that he would never be as good a football player as he was in his day, and he'd never let Tim forget that he was just an unwanted mistake. Walt was a decent father to Billy, then came Tim. He and Beth, Billy and Tim's mother, didn't want another kid, they weren't able to support another child, financially or emotionally. Tim's mom left when Tim was just two. He didn't have any memories of her, he didn't even know what she looked like, as any pictures of her had been removed almost immediately after she left. Tim knew Walt blamed him for Beth leaving, he'd told him as much on several occasions, and even though Billy would never admit it, Tim knew he felt the same way too. Once Beth left, Walt became distance from his children, he was gone most of the night, and when he would finally stumble in at the most ungodly of hours, you could smell the alcohol on his breath from a mile away.

Billy, who was only fourteen at the time, was forced to take on a guardianship role when Tim was three. He started off juggling everything pretty well, but halfway into his sophomore year, he couldn't keep up with everything, school, football, taking care of Tim, making sure their father didn't drink himself to death. During his junior year, however, things started to look up, he began dating a girl. A girl whose dad just so happened to be a big deal in the booster club world. He and the rest of the booster club members found out about the Riggins' home life and began to help out, a little cash here and there, just enough to make sure Billy didn't need to leave the team. He managed to graduate despite everyone's beliefs that he wouldn't, and he even managed to get a championship ring his senior year of high school. Not that that was enough for Walt though. "So, who cares? Come talk to me when you've earned another." He would say. Billy left the second he got that diploma. He told Tim he loved him, but that he couldn't bear to put up with Walt any longer. Tim was seven when he left.

Walt, no longer having Billy to belittle went in on Tim, reminding him every single day that he was a mistake, that he was worthless, stupid, that he would never amount to anything in life. Yet, that year Billy left he took him to join PeeWee football. A he was good. There he met Jason Taylor, the two surprisingly became the best of friends after Tim gave the poor kid a bloody nose on the first day. Tim couldn't have been more ecstatic. He and Jason would hang out all the time. At school, football practice, and sometimes Walt would even let Tim go to the Taylor's house on the weekends.

Eric and Tami knew, something wasn't right with the Riggins' family. They tried to reach out to Tim several times about his father, but he would always refuse to speak, afraid of what would happen if he told. Would he be sent away? That was what Billy always told him. Tim got older, and the Taylor's would continue to prod, but Tim didn't care, they were never anything but kind to him, they fed him, gave him a place to sleep if he ever needed to get away from home, and more importantly, they showed him love, something he never saw from his "real" family. He became a second son to them, and he had finally found his place. Billy moved back to Dillon when Tim was a junior, he opened his own shop Riggins Rigs. He tried to get in touch with Tim a few times, but Tim always shut him down; eventually Billy just gave up. The Taylor's were there when he graduated high school – granted Jason had been graduating too, but that didn't change the fact that they cheered just as loudly for Tim as they did Jason when he got his diploma; they were there when he got drafted into the NFL, not Walt or Billy. As far as Tim was concerned the Taylor's were his family, no one else mattered. Granted, Billy had tried to get in touch with Tim, but it was only after he heard from Mindy, who heard from Tyra, that Tim was going to the NFL.

Tim signed as he drove away from the house that held so many bad memories and drove towards the people that reminded him that despite the bad, there were always good people around that still cared about him simply for being him, not for being Tim Riggins, Dallas Cowboys' star fullback.

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Tim knocked on the door to Jason and Tyra's home. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous, he hadn't seen Jason since the Cowboys made it to the super bowl two years ago, and he hadn't seen Tyra since their son, Noah, was born. That was nearly six years ago. Sure, Tim and Jason still spoke on the phone every once in a while, enough to know what was going on in his life, enough to know that they have another kid, a one-year-old daughter named Kinley, and enough to know that Noah was as football obsessed as his daddy and grandpa. Granted, it's been much longer than a month since Tim had last spoken to his friend. The last time he spoke with Jason, Tyra had just had Kinley and they were still living in Austin, Jason hadn't even told Tim about what happen with Coach getting sick, although, that was probably just because it was hard for him to talk about. Tyra answered the door, breaking Tim out of his thoughts. She smiled brightly at him, showing off a slight dimple on the left side of her face. Her eyes as bright and mischievous as ever.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." Tyra said in that low drawl of hers. Tim just smirked at her. She was as beautiful as the last time he saw her. He swore she never aged, she was only twenty-eight, but to him she looked as youthful as she had in high school.

"You look great, T." Tim said as Tyra ushered him into the house. It was a nice house, two stories, big backyard from what he could tell by looking out the patio door.

"Awe, well aren't you sweet." Tyra said with a playful eye roll. Tim was always a charmer, apparently that much hadn't changed over the years. He looked the same too, still had is long, just above the shoulders hair, although now his face was sporting a little stubble. He filled out some too, Tyra always remember Tim being a little on the lean side; now he looked to be about two hundred twenty pounds of solid muscle, a pretty drastic change to the one-eighty he weighed in high school. He even seemed taller, if that was possible, standing at about 6'3" he was almost a head taller than Tyra at her above average 5'11" (think Chris Hemsworth in Thor if you want a visual on the body type). "Jason's outside playing catch with Noah if you want to say hi." Tyra said, nodding her head in the direction of the backyard.

"Alright, thanks." Tim said as he headed that way. He opened the sliding door that led out to the backyard, before he even had a chance to step foot into the backyard, Noah ran up to him a look of shock and excitement on his face.

"You're Tim Riggins! So mommy and daddy were telling the truth? They really do know you?" Noah asked his excitement growing the more he looked at the fullback.

"Yeah, it's true." Tim said with a small smile, he couldn't help it this kid was adorable. He was the spitting image of Jason only with the Collette's blonde hair. He had the brightest blue eyes so full of wonder and innocence. What Tim wouldn't do to go back to that age and make things different. "Your dad and I have known each other since we were kids, and we met your mom in middle school." Tim said looking down at Noah who had a smile so big, Tim was worried the kid's face might split.

"That's so awesome!" Noah exclaimed excitedly. The boy ran over to Jason, practically snatching the football out of his dad's hands before returning back to Tim. "Will you sign my ball? Daddy and mommy said I could join the PeeWee team this year, it would be really cool if I could show all my friends that you signed my ball since you will be our coach." He continued, handing the ball to Tim when he extended his hand to take it. "I'll go get a marker." Noah said before running inside, leaving Tim and Jason outside to chat.

"You look good." Jason observed. He walked up to Tim and hugged him, and not one of those "man hugs" guys do so they don't look like a pansy, but a real genuine hug because he hadn't seen his friend is years and he missed the idiot. "How ya been, man?" Jason asked once he ended the hug.

"I've been better." Tim said with a slight sigh.

"Shit, I'm sorry, that was a stupid question, given everything going on?" Jason said shaking his head almost like he couldn't believe he even asked. "Well, despite the circumstances, it's really good to have you back home." Jason said with a smile. Tim smirked, but it wasn't his usual smirk, he was covering up his emotions, typical Tim.

"Yeah, it's good to be back." Tim said, but he knew by the look on Jason's face that he didn't believe a word coming out of the fullback's mouth. He knew Tim is less than happy to be back home, he knew what memories this town held for him, but that didn't change that fact that Jason was happy to see his best friend again and vice versa.

"You're a horrible liar, Tim, always have been, always will be." Jason said with a chuckle, hoping to defuse the somewhat awkward situation. Tim chuckled too because he knew it was true. He became a better liar once he joined the NFL, a good enough one to fool the media from time to time, but these people here, his family, they knew him too well. "You know, Noah's really excited to have you as his PeeWee coach." Jason said, changing the subject to something more light-hearted.

"Ha, yeah, I could tell." Tim said with a chuckle. "I bet you two have your hands full with that one. He's got a lot of energy. He'd make a great running back one day." Tim said, and he meant it because, have you met Smash? That man is always on the move, brain and mouth running a mile a minute every second of every day; much like Noah, at least that's the impression Tim got from the boy.

"Yeah, he's definitely a handful, but don't mention the running back thing; he wants to be a fullback like his uncle Timmy, but I'm still holding out hope he'll follow in my footsteps and tryout for quarterback." Jason said with a laugh. Tim froze at the mention of "uncle Timmy," but surprisingly, it didn't bother him to hear, he wasn't expecting it, but he liked the idea of Jason and Tyra's kids thinking of him as family because he always thought of their parents as family, it only made since that he'd think of their kids the same way. That, and he was an uncle anyway, Billy and Mindy had three kids; a son, Stevie, who was nine now, and a daughter and son, twins, Hadley and Luke, who were five.

"I found a marker!" Noah said as he ran out of the house, nearly crashing into Tim and Jason he was running so fast. Tim sent Jason a pointed look, almost as if to say, "told you, this kid's a running back," Noah was oblivious to the looks being exchanged between his father and the fullback as he handed Tim the Sharpie and watched in awe as Tim signed the football. Tim handed Noah the autographed ball with a smile. "Thank you so much!" Noah said happily as he wrapped his little arms around Tim's legs.

"No problem." Tim said with a laugh as he patted Noah's shoulder, unable to do much else from his position. "You ready to play a game of catch before your mom calls us all in for dinner?" Tim asked when the little boy broke the hug.

"Yeah!"

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Once everyone had finished dinner, Tim and Jason found themselves in the living room watching game tapes from last season. Tyra sat between Jason and Tim on the sofa as she read a book, ignoring the football talk going on around her. Jason and Tim were talking about the first-string quarterback, Vince Howard, a junior, when the phone rang. Both Jason and Tim turned their head to look at Tyra. She laughed.

"Sure, I'll get it." She said with an eye roll, giving the two men a playful swat on the chest before getting up to answer the phone.

"Vince has got a great arm and he's fast too, so is your running back, Luke?" Tim asked questioningly, Jason nodded, confirming that he was correct on the name. "But you can tell the two aren't really working together." Tim said as he watched Luke attempt to get Vince to throw him the ball, but Vince decided to run it instead.

"Yeah, there's a little "battle of the egos" going on there. It's been brought up a few times, but I can never seem to get the two to work together for more than a couple games." Jason said, clearly disappointed. The situation reminded Tim of his own relationship with Smash back in high school, only their issues were more off the field than on.

"Well, we'll have to work on that. What about that one?" Tim asked pointing at one of the players. "What's his name?"

"That's Buddy Jr." Jason said. Tim looked at him baffled.

"No fucking way really?" Tim laughed, a full bellied laugh. "What's that like?" Tim asked once he got his laughter under control.

"It can be a little awkward especially when Mr. Garrity decides to make an appearance at practices to "check in" but he's a pretty good player, he just needs to work on his control." Jason said.

Tim was amazed at how casually he approached the situation. Back when he and Jason were seniors and Jason told Lyla he wanted to go to UT Austin instead of Notre Dame, she was more than pissed, she went on saying he was only picking UT Austin because it was the best place Tim could get accepted to on scholarship. Jason tried to tell her that wasn't true, although he was excited to continue to play ball on the same team as his best friend, that wasn't the only reason; he also wanted to stay close to his parents and his sister. Julie was just starting high school when he and Tim went to college, and he knew she didn't really fit in . . . at first, anyway. Halfway into her freshman year, she started hanging out with QB1 J.D. McCoy, much to her dad, and Jason's, dismay. The two lasted together, though, they were Dillon High's power couple, just like Jason and Lyla had been when they were in high school . . . but we all know that relationship didn't last. Julie and J.D.'s did, however, and eventually he became a part of the family. The two married when Julie was just nineteen, and J.D twenty, it was safe to say Eric and Tami were not happy about the idea, but they chose to support their daughter anyway, seeing as she and J.D had already been together for four years; they were practically married as it was, might as well make it official.

"Well, I gotta say you're handing the whole Garrity thing a lot better than I ever could." Tim said, breaking himself out of his thoughts. Just then, Tyra walked in.

"That was Julie," She started. Jason paused the type then to look up at his wife. "She got the papers today." Tyra continued. Jason sighed, he knew Julie and J.D. had been having some issues lately, for the past year or so now, but he really thought they would work it out, when she mentioned the possibility of the two getting a divorce, he thought it was just coming from a place of anger. He didn't even know a divorce was in the process, Julie had been avoiding him for months now, which was getting increasingly difficult for her now that school started back up and she teaches most of his players.

"I think I'm gonna head over to her place, make sure she's doing alright." Tyra said.

"You want me to come with you?" Jason asked as Tyra threw on a pair of tennis shoes and grabbed her purse.

"No, that's okay, you and Tim stay here, I'll tell you how she's doing when I get back." Tyra said walking over to her husband and giving him a kiss and giving Tim a brief hug, telling him how nice it was to see him again, before saying goodbye.

"What was that all about?" Tim asked curiously once Tyra had left the house.

"Julie and J.D are getting a divorce." Jason started, "I knew they were having issues, J.D. was traveling a lot for work, they would fight about it, usually behind closed door. But the more it went on, the more they argued, eventually they starting to fight about it in public. Last I heard from Julie, they were trying to work things out. Then a couple months ago, I ran into J.D. at the supermarket and he told me Julie had moved out of the house, I tried to talk to her about it, but she kept shutting me out." Jason sighed, he hated not being able to talk to his sister, especially at a time like this. He was her big brother, it's his job to protect her, to make her laugh when she wants to cry, to beat up J.D. for breaking his baby sister's heart. But, how could he do that when he didn't even know what happened between them. Not even Tyra knew, Jason had asked her about a hundred times, knowing she's been talking to Julie a lot more than he has. Maybe Julie would finally tell him what happened now that they were officially separating, or maybe she would at least tell Tyra so she could tell him.

"That sucks, they always seemed so happy." Tim said as he remembered all the times he'd seen the couple back when he was in college; they were always laughing and smiling, and just, happy. Maybe it was just young love? Or maybe it was never really love at all, but simply lust? Tim had never been in love so he had no way of knowing the difference. All he knew was that Julie must be heartbroken right now. He also knew that he felt the sudden urge to knock McCoy's teeth out of his skull.

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So that's the first chapter, as I'm sure you all noticed, it was mainly from Tim's point of view. I just wanted you guys to get a little bit of a backstory into his life, both present and past. I know there is probably a lot of confusion as to the pairings and how they happened, don't worry all that will be explained throughout the story in varies ways (most likely through flashbacks). I'll also be giving you guys more details as to why Tim returned to Dillon in the first place, it'll take a while to get the full story, as Tim doesn't even fully remember what happened, but you'll see it come back to him in bits and pieces. Next chapter you'll get more backstory on Julie and her relationship with J.D. you'll also get to see her first interaction with Tim in over six years . . . I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, be sure to let me know your thoughts, as well as anything you'd like to see in upcoming chapters in a review or PM. And please be patient while I work through this story and Unexpected Changes (which I have not forgotten about, I'm about halfway through ch.6) as I have been extremely busy with school lately this month is going to be especially hectic. Anyway, thank you all so much for reading the first chapter of Worth the Fight and don't for get to Review, Follow, and Favorite.