(Lucas takes a detour from the bridge and goes to find Brooke after finding the pregnancy test in one of the bags)
Rating: PG-13
Chapter One
Lucas knocked on Peyton’s front door. He’d usually go straight up but he felt consciously formal today and not because he was dressed accordingly but because of the possible scenario he anticipated. Lucas thought to himself as he waited anxiously at the front door how he really felt about the situation. He was suddenly flooded with a feeling of guilt.
He hated to admit it and would probably never disclose this to anyone else but when he found the pregnancy test and his mom had told him that it wasn’t his; when he was faced with the possibility that it might be Brooke, he felt surprisingly relieved.
He could feel Brooke slipping away, even as they danced earlier today, as he held her in his arms, he could feel her slipping away, like he was losing her all over again and he promised himself last year that, that would never happen, not again. But in that moment of uncertainty when he found the pregnancy test Lucas saw a window of opportunity, a chance to show Brooke how much he loved her, how he would always be there for her.
Last time they went through something like this he had just made that mistake with Peyton and he was still hung up on her. Granted that Brooke had slightly over embellished her supposed pregnancy scare, he still told her he would be there for her but this time, this time it would be different, this time it was different because he was in love with her and…
The door suddenly swung open to reveal Brooke with tears rolling down her now more than ever rosy cheeks with a suitcase in each hand. The words “bad time?” came to mind but Lucas didn’t have to ask anything to figure out what had just happened.
Brooke looked up at Lucas, with a combination of shock and annoyance “She’s upstairs drawing some of her 'Nobody understands me” drawings' Brooke barely said and scurried past him.
“What? Wait, Brooke! I came to see you”
“Sure you did, and it was me you went into the school to rescue that day of the shooting” Brooke muttered to herself, but Lucas heard every word.
“Brooke just wait up, please” He said reaching out to grab her arm causing Brooke’s suitcase fell to the floor, emptying most of its contents out onto the front lawn.
“Just great” Brooke mumbled sarcastically, letting her other suitcase fall from her hand as she knelt on the floor to repack her things.
“This is just perfect, just so frigging perfect” Brooke shouted, bringing her hands up to her face and weeping quietly. She was just so exhausted from keeping this brave face on, from trying to be this fearless warrior, when what she really needed was time to let her wounds heal before going back out to battle.
Lucas watched as his Brooke; fell apart in front of him. “Brooke” he whispered, his voice ached with sympathetic sadness. He reached up to remove her hands from her face, replacing them with his own and softly caressing her cheek. “Is it true?” He asked softly.
At that, Brooke’s eyes met Lucas’s almost instantly; her lips locked shut as if they wouldn’t dare part to let out the unequivocally painful truth which was so stridently answered by her silence.
“Lucas?” A voice called behind.
More to come....
