Okay, I know the last thing I should be doing is starting another story...but this one popped into my mind very suddenly and demanded to be written. So...I wrote it...or well the first chapter of it. I have very big plans for this one, and I promise you it will be highly interesting. I also realize that I enjoy writing Lucas as a bad boy...something to think about...since he'd make a pretty hot bad boy :P. Also, with all my current open stories...keep in mind that unless i get a burning idea that must be written right then and there, this one might not be updated for a little while. Reviews are LOVE!

You Gotta Go There To Come Back

Summary: /AU/ Lucas Scott is about to get a crash course lesson in life, when he gets the choice of either joining his Uncle Keith down south on a farm for the summer, or spending his summer in jail. The choice seemed easy enough, at first. Thinking, and hoping to get off easy, he choose to join his Uncle. Soon enough Lucas realizes that life isn't easy, and that sometimes you find something, when your just not looking for it.

Chapter One

Lucas paced the floor just outside the courtroom doors. His sentencing was in just about ten minutes, and he was actually scared. For the first time in his eighteen years of living, he was afraid he might actually go to jail. Being the rebel and all-around bad boy he was, he had never once spent a night in jail, until now. His father had quickly bailed him out, promising to find a way for him to not do jail time. His father always had a way with judges…and lawyers, and well just about anyone that could cause trouble for the Scott family name. Yes, the Scott family name, was a name he didn't mind having some of the time. Especially at times like this one right here.

He turned back, walking back toward the seat, if he paced much more he'd wear a giant hole in the floor. He smiled at the thought, as he shoved his hands further into his pockets and sat down in the available chair. He just wished his father hadn't dropped him off an hour before his sentencing. Lucas wasn't dumb, in fact he was much smarter than people gave him credit for. He knew why his father dropped him off so early. It was to teach him a lesson, well not quite a lesson, but more so to make him sweat it out. Hoping that he'd see the wrong he had done and change his rebel ways. Not that, that was going to happen, but it was a nice thought.

It was supposed to have been a fun night. Just him and his favorite boy Jake. Their night got turned all around and upside down faster than even he thought possible. Getting caught in a stolen car, with open beer containers was not the night he had planned, oh no. That was however the night that he got.

"Lucas Scott, their ready for you," he heard a voice call, pulling him from his thoughts.

Now, it was time to pay for his wrong doing.

"Ah, Lucas Scott, I see here that you were caught in a stolen car with open alcholic containers?" the judge asked.

Nailing minors was his favorite pastimes. Nailing Lucas Scott, eldest son of Dan Scott, not one of his favorite orders of business.

"Uh, yes sir," Lucas said, his black suit slightly ruffed, and his white button down dress shirt had started to wrinkle.

He hated sounding so official, so law abiding, but if it was going to help his sorry ass get out of the trouble he had created, then he would gladly kiss the judges' ass.

"You do understand that underage drinking, along with drinking and driving, not even including grand theft auto, is enough to put you in jail for at the very least a few months, correct?" the judge asked, watching the young man squirm in his high priced suit.

"Uh, yes sir," Lucas said, sweat forming on his forehead and slowly dripping down his face before falling from his cheeks and disappearing on the table in front of him.

"But, since this is your first offense, Mr. Scott, I will give you a choice. You can either spend no less than 30 days in jail…" the judge paused as he shifted through the papers that Dan Scott had left with him, describing the situation at hand. "Or, as I hear it, your Uncle Keith Scott works as a farm hand, in Southern Georgia?" the judge asked him.

"Yes sir, he does," Lucas answer, seeing where he was headed.

"Well then, Mr. Scott, your choice is to spend your entire summer in jail, or on this farm in Southern Georgia with your Uncle," the judge laid out his choices.

On some hands jail sounded slightly better than working all summer on a farm until he realized. His Uncle Keith was awesome, he'd have an easy summer, and Keith would totally hook him up and make sure whatever proof the judge wanted, would be a taken care of. "I'll work with my Uncle Sir."

"Good choice Mr. Scott. Now, I expect you to work hard out on that farm. Since Keith is a relative, he isn't legally allowed to handle the paperwork that goes with this, so that paper work would go to the farm owner, who has already been advised might have you coming out there to work for him. He has agreed to let you work out your debt to society on his farm, and has even agreed to let you stay at his house, given that you do the work he asks of you, and that you keep out of trouble while under his roof. You break any of his rules Mr. Scott, or you decide that you don't want to do the work and you will spend no less than one year behind bars, you got that?" the judge asked, as he watched the slick smile slowly disappear from Lucas' face as he realized that this was going to be the worse summer of his life.

"Yes sir," was all he could muster. He was definitely paying for his crimes, and maybe…just maybe he'd turn over a new leaf, not that it was likely but anything is possible.

"Oh, and Mr. Scott, your new boss's name is Larry Sawyer. I'd advise you, unless he says otherwise, that you address him as Mr. Sawyer, if you value your freedom," with that the judge dismissed him, and disappeared into his chambers leaving a shocked and confused Lucas Scott, as he wondered why the name Sawyer rang a very familiar bell in his mind.

Also, if you have any ideas of how you see this going...or how you'd like it to go, please tell me. I love seeing what people think, it helps me come up with better ideas :D. Once again...REVIEWS are LOVE!