Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill or its characters. Although if I did… things would be pretty different around there.

I started this story a while ago and it's based on previous spoilers that said Brooke would get sick on Season 4, which she never did. We did get a very short scene between her and Mouth early on S4 when she said she had to tell him something but we never got to know what. That's when Mark was going to start her cancer storyline but decided otherwise, God only knows why. I'm attempting on going on with that and changing something along the way. I apologize now if some medical details or terms or something aren't accurate. I did try to research as I could to make it real, but if I failed to do so, my apologies.

HUGE thanks to Cami (B. Davis) for being such great beta-reader and for her BL enthusiasm that makes me keep writting. LOL. You rock, sis!

This first chapter is short and it was meant to be short, just like, a teaser, if you will. I have a huge part of the story written so far but it's not even close to an end. So expect a long fic here. Thanks for starting to read and I hope you'll keep on reading! Now I'll stop and let you start.

The surroundings of a doctor's office are pretty much all the same, especially the waiting room. Aside some decoration aspect here and there, they all have the basics: the receptionist's balcony, a couple of couches and chairs – usually very comfortable since you'd be spending an awful amount of time actually doing the waiting – some plant to break the serious atmosphere of being in a doctor's office and a coffee table with a few magazines older than the receptionist herself. The magazines are always about decoration or National Geographic, so the themes never get old and the articles never get too out of topic for the first readers.

Brooke Davis had a copy of an indoors decoration magazine and was carelessly flipping through the pages without paying too much attention to the articles and just glancing at the pictures every now and then. She had been sitting on that same chair for the last 25 minutes and sighing loudly every 4 of them. The young woman behind the balcony noticed her impatience but couldn't do much to help her, unless pray for the doctor to ask her for come in already.

Her cell phone broke the tension as it vibrated inside her hand bag. She glanced over the girl behind the balcony and mouthed something of an apology. It wasn't forbidden cell phones or anything, but the almost religious silence inside those walls asked for permission to be broken. Or so Brooke felt that it did. She reached down for her cell phone and flipped it open.

"Hello?"

It was Haley on the other line. She was five months pregnant and had asked Brooke to be the baby's Godmother, which she happily agreed to be. Two weeks before, Brooke had the genius idea of throwing a baby shower for her friend as a thank you and the event would be held the next day at Nathan and Haley's apartment and the decoration was yet to be set. Brooke knew how Haley liked to plan things ahead so she could prepare herself. And now they were late with the decoration.

"Brooke, it's me. Where are you? You were supposed to be here this morning to help me start the decoration for the party. Everything's here already, except for the food and – "

Haley was interrupted by Brooke's sigh, "I got it all, Hales. Don't worry. Bevin's taking the food and drinks with Mouth and Skills later today so we can have some time to decorate and take as much as we can out of their way. Cause last time I checked, your place was kinda hectic."

"Yeah!" Haley's voice got higher and it hurt Brooke's ear for a moment, "You dumped all those boxes with a bunch of colorful stuff in three days ago and told me you'd help me fix them up! Now, where are you?"

She glanced around and sighed again. She had to lie, "I'm on my way. Just… relax, OK? Everything's gonna be fine" she added the last part more herself than to anyone else.

"OK" Haley was convinced and told she'd wait for the girl to arrive before hanging up the phone.

Brooke put her cell phone back inside her purse and uncrossed her legs to switch them on top of each other. It was going to be a long wait, she could sense it.

Fifteen minutes after, the interphone rang and Brooke lifted her eyes to meet the woman's as she reached out for the speaker. She nodded quietly and then turned it off, opening a polite smile to Brooke.

"The doctor's ready for you, Ms. Davis."

Brooke thanked the woman as she got up from her seat and walked towards the big white door that lead to the doctor's room. The older woman was already waiting for her by the smaller door with a nice smile and her hand extended in the air for Brooke to shake. She did so and returned the smile with a forced one. Both women walked in the room and the doctor closed the door behind them as Brooke took a seat by the desk.

"So, Brooke, how are you today?"

The question came out on a fake casual tone that Brooke always hated on doctors, and she knew well just how she was supposed to respond to that. Not that it really mattered, the outcome of that appointment would be the same with or without her faking her contentment in being there, waiting for exams results with her heart on her hands while the sun shinned outside and most of her friends were clueless about what was going on with her.

She played along, "I'm good. So far" she added the last bit with a weak voice.

Another polite and calculated smile. That woman was good on appearing to care. Brooke leaned foreword on her seat as the doctor opened her exams to take a look at them. Why couldn't she have done this before she walked in, Brooke thought. It'd spare her the suspense and she wouldn't have to try to study the woman's reaction to her reading for that long.

"Well" she finally put the papers down on her desk, "I was just finishing reading your exams to make sure I got everything" she took another pause to fix the exams on top of each other on the desk.

This is torture.

The woman took a deep breath, leaning foreword and putting both arms on top of her desk, staring at Brooke in front of her, "Remember how we talked about the possibilities? It could be something surgery-ly treated or it could be something a little more" she chose her words, "Complex."

Brooke only nodded along, "And it's the latest."

Sympathy smile, "I'm afraid so" she didn't wait for her patient's reaction, "Now it's the time we talk about options. And you have some, so…"

Brooke nodded along again. She couldn't really react to any of that cause that wasn't happening for real. Not to her. Not right now. It wasn't possible.

The title of the fic is a song by Feeder. Read the lyrics, it has a lot to do with the story. Oh, and do review! I really love those.