Summary: Lucas always told Brooke that Peyton was the one that needed to be saved, that she was strong enough to take care of herself. Little did he know that was wrong.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The title and lyrics come from a song called Fix Me by Chuck Wicks. Listen to it; it's a good song. I usually have it on repeat.

Author's Note: So I know you all are probably like, another sad Brucas story, but I'm sorry. I'm writing two happier ones right now and took a break to right this little beauty. I enjoy it, it didn't turn out how I wanted it too but I let my mind wonder and have its fun with it. Hope you enjoy!

Baby, Fix Me

You look right when you call
I'll be waiting by the phone
To hear it all
And I won't leave until you call
Baby, I don't wanna miss the way you fix me

"Brooke?" Lucas rubbed his eyes as he answered his phone. Turning his attention to the alarm clock on the nightstand he sighed. It was the fifth night in the past two months that Brooke called him at an ungodly hour, but he wouldn't change it.

"I'm sorry." Brooke cried out. She didn't know what else to do but to cry. She was sad and angry at everyone in the small town. She hated how everyone made her seem like a whore or a slut. One little accident does not make it all her fault.

"Brooke, where are you?" Lucas sat up. He knew he should start getting shoes on and at least a sweatshirt. He knew she'd never ask him to pick her up, but he does it anyway. He's annoyed and angry at her, but he will never leave her alone. No one should be left alone.

"I don't know." Brooke sounded scared. "I don't know Lucas. I'm sorry I called you."

"Pretty girl, please look around. Is there anything you can see? What's the sign on the bar say?" He knew where she was. She was at the same place every time she calls, and yet every time she sounds scared.

"Blue something." Brooke cried out. "I don't know the rest."

"Okay, stay calm pretty girl. I'll be right there." Lucas hung up the phone before jumping out of bed.

"Where you going, daddy?" He heard the small voice lying in the bed next to him. He forgot about the thunderstorm that made her scared to be alone.

"Go back to sleep Davis I'll be right back, okay? If you need anything go get Grandma, okay?" Lucas kissed his son's forehead softly.

"Are you getting mommy? Is mommy coming home?"

"I don't know buddy. You don't get your mind wrapped up in this. Go back to sleep and let me deal with this."

"I love you daddy, tell mommy I love her."

"I will bud. Love you too." Lucas walked out of the room and shut the door leaving a gap to let just enough light in for Davis's sake.

He let out a small sigh when he got in his car. He didn't know what to do anymore. He tried everything with Brooke to make her better after everything, but nothing helped. They drifted apart, and the only thing keeping them together was Davis N. Scott, their pride and joy three-year-old son. If he didn't hurt her this time, it wouldn't have been like this. "Brooke, what am I going to do with you?" He mumbled to himself before driving off.

Five minutes later he pulled into the bar that Brooke called him from. Getting out he walked around. He had to find her. He had to fix and protect her from whatever he could.

"Lucas?" Brooke was slouched in the back booth. Her hair was matted and it looked like she has been crying. From the looks of the table she had a bit too much to drink. "Brody boy you came."

"Uh-huh." Lucas nodded. He hated seeing his Pretty Girl like this. So broken, so vulnerable. He couldn't believe that he let her get this low. "Let's get you home, Brooke."

"What home?" She mumbled wrapping her arm around his body, she was stumbling and needed his help badly. "I don't got one. You took it and you took him!"

"Brooke, I'm just gonna get you home." Lucas frowned ignoring the comment. He didn't want to take Davis away, he didn't mean too. He just didn't want his son to have to see his mother like this.

"I don't have one. Tutor girl said I not allowed back." Brooke sadly stated. "I got no where."

"Maybe if you stopped drinking." Lucas mumbled as they walked towards the car. He wanted his Brooke back.

"That's what everyone says. But they don't help." Brooke was tired. She was tired of life and wanted her son. "Can I see him?"

"Brooke, its three in the fucking morning. Our son is passed out in bed like he's supposed to be. You are not seeing him when you're like this. The judge told you what to do so you could see him again!" Lucas was furious by the time they made it to the door. She knew everything that hit him the hardest and yet he was still here helping her. He helped her get into the passenger seat before making his way to the drivers side. "This is the last time for this Brooke! How did you even get like this?"

"I don't know Lucas! I don't fucking know okay?" By this time Brooke was in tears. She didn't know if it was from the alcohol that was making her so emotional or if it was how tired she was of herself.

"Don't lie Brooke. Don't lie at all. You sure as well know how this happened. You can easily fix all this mess you caused."

"How do I possibly fix that I don't get to see my own son when I can't possibly fix myself?"

"I want to help you Brooke, I really want too. I just can't keep leaving the house at an ungodly time of night to drag you out of a bar because you can't seem to spend your time with our son instead of here."

Brooke looked into the blue-eyed boy she once loved with all her heart. The one that helped bring her baby boy into the world and the one that took him away all in a year time span.

"I, I…" Brooke was stunned. She didn't know what to say or what to do. She doesn't remember what got her into this situation.

"You what Brooke?" Lucas stared at her through the darkness of the night. "I'm giving you one last chance. One last chance to make this all right, and to actually know Davis."

"I do know him!"

"Oh really? You have yet to see him in five months Brooke." Lucas pointed out. "He wants to see you, he talks about you all the time and yet you can't help your self to see him."

"I wanna see him, badly." Brooke said, barely in a whisper.

"Then get the help. I'll take you there, I'll be there for every step of the way." Lucas said grabbing her hand. "I want my Cheery back and I know Davis wants his mother back." He would do anything to have her back to normal. Back before the alcohol took over her laugh.

"I don't think I can, Lucas. I'm unfixable."

"Don't ever give up Brooke. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for Davis." Lucas begged. "Please."

"You'll help fix me?"

"Baby, I'll help with whatever you need me too. Everyone will be there." Lucas whipped the tears away that were falling from her eyes.

"How'd I get like this?" Brooke asked looking into the blue eyes. "I don't even know."

Lucas thought back to when he first realized something was going on, something he didn't know how to fix besides putting her in treatment, but she didn't want too.

"Brooke?" Lucas yelled walking through the house. He noticed Davis was sleeping quietly in his playpen in the living room and continued walking on till he heard the running water of the bathroom. "Brooke? You in there?" Walking into the bathroom he found Brooke on the floor. Lucas knelt down on the floor in the small bathroom, "You what Brooke? Baby, what's wrong?"

Brooke's voice came out in a barely heard sound. "I can't."

"What can't you do, Baby?"

"I can't keep…"

"What can't you keep?"

"Staying pregnant." She looked up at him. She was scared he'd hate her for it.

"B, the doctors say it can take some time and you know something are not meant to be. We'll have another one. It will take some time. Davis is only one."

"I'm not meant for this Lucas. Davis won't stop crying, I stay locked up in here."

"Honey,"

"No I can't. I can't Lucas. My parents were right. I'm not a good mom. I don't want him to hate me."

"Brooke he doesn't hate you." Lucas said, it broke his heart to see his girlfriend on the floor like this, that was when he noticed the bottle she hid behind her back. "Really Brooke?"

"I can't do it. I tried, I just can't."

"Enough is enough." Lucas took the bottle and emptied its contents down the sink drain. "I need you to stop. Stop hiding all this shit, Brooke. I can't do it anymore."

"You can't do it? Really?" Brooke stared at him with disbelief. She was stunned he would even say that. He wasn't the one home all day dealing with what she was dealing with. "I need to stay away from my own son because I'm scared. I'm scared he'd hate me or I'll turn out like my parents or your father. I deal with it every fucking day, Lucas."

"Why don't you talk to the doctors, Brooke? He asks you these questions all the time and you say no to all them."

"Because I don't need help! I'm not fucking mental!"

"You sit in here all day, something is most definitely wrong with you." Lucas through his hands in the air as a sign he gave up. "I'm getting ride of all this shit in the house. All of it. If I find one more bottle Brooke, we are done. I want you out."

"So you're just going to give up on me? Just like that?"

"I'm protecting our son since you're not."

"Don't you dare throw Davis in my face, Lucas." Brooke was broken right in front of Lucas and he didn't know how to stop it. "He's my son."

"You sure have a funny way of showing it. Give me all the bottles, Brooke. All of them, or I'll find them myself!" Lucas stormed out of the bathroom on a search of all bottles that brought havoc on his family.

Her voice shook Lucas out of his thought. "Take me tomorrow. I want to do it." Brooke was determined to get better.

"Are you sure this time? Because I'm pretty sure you said that the past two times I've tried to get you help."

"I lost everyone Lucas, I need to do it this time." Brooke broke down this time. She wanted her son to know her and wanted to be strong enough to stand on her own without breaking down and needing Lucas.

"Are you sure? This is your last chance, remember that, this is your last time before I'm cutting you off from Davis"

Brooke sobered up a bit, enough to know that Lucas was serious in everything he said. She couldn't loose the only thing worth living for. "I'm sure."

"You can stay over tonight, tomorrow I'll drop you off."

"You don't need to do this Luke."

"I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for Davis." Lucas turned the car on and started heading in the direction he came from. "You can stay on the couch, tonight."

"Thank you." Brooke looked straight ahead. She couldn't look at the blue-eyed boy sitting next to her who saved her ass more than a million times.

"Don't make me do it again." Lucas mumbled staring a head till they pulled up to the house he grew up in. Cutting off the car Lucas turned to the broken girl who still had his heart somehow. "I hope you keep this promise Brooke. Don't run scared. Be strong. You can do this."

"I'm going to try to." Brooke opened the door to the house she once called her own.

"I'll get you blankets. I'll figure everything out tomorrow. Sleep well." Lucas handed her a blanket and pillow before returning to his room.

"Daddy, did you tell momma?"

"Yeah, I did buddy." Lucas wrapped his arms around the little boy and let sleep over come him.

Waking up in the morning, Lucas was nervous. He turned to see if Davis was next to him, which he wasn't. He heard giggling coming from the living room and knew Davis was with Brooke.

"Daddy, you didn't tell me Mommy was here." Davis pouted, his blue eyes meeting his fathers.

"That's because it was late buddy." Lucas smiled. "Why don't you go play with some toys in my room buddy. I need to talk to your mom for a little."

"Don't make her leave."

"Davy, if I leave, I'm going to come back. I can never stay away from you." Brooke hugged her son. For once it felt amazing and felt like she was making the right choice to get help.

"You promise?"

"I promise you."

"I love you mommy." Davis kissed his mother's cheek like a gentleman before skipping out of the room.

"You shouldn't promise anything you can't keep Brooke." Lucas hissed when Davis was out of the room.

"I'm keeping this one, Lucas. Watch me do it. I may need your help though. I don't think I'm strong enough to do it by myself."

"I'll help, for Davis's sake. I'll drop you off after I call." Lucas left the room leaving Brooke to her own thoughts. She had to do this. She needed to be fixed. "We're leaving in ten. They have a spot open."

"Mommy, you leaving?" Davis stood at the doorway staring at his parents.

"Only for a little, I'll be back in ninety days baby." Brooke smiled walking over to her son. "Daddy's gonna go take mommy to get fixed buddy, so I can be a better mommy to you."

"Like the doctor?"

"Yeah, I'm going to the doctors baby." Brooke smiled.

"Davis say goodbye." Lucas stood and watched the mother and son duo. He knew what was going on would help in the long run.

"Can I come drop mommy off with you?"

Lucas couldn't say no to the boy. "Yeah, buddy. Go get your shoes on."

"Thanks for helping fix me Lucas." Brooke stared at him. "I needed the push."

"I'm sorry I was never there to save you in the past, Brooke, but I'm going to try to now." Lucas wrapped his arms around the brunette in front of him. She needed it and so did he. At that moment, it was going to be the path to a brand new start.

Take me back in your open arms
And take me back to a brand new start
And Fix me

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