I own nothing. The first two parts are from the show to get the point across. The rest is mine. I just loved this part and thought that it should have had a different ending. Hope you all like and review. The reviews give me strength.

I'll never forget the look on Lucas's face when I approached him. He sat at the River court staring into the darkness. I didn't really know what was on his mind. I was sure that it was Peyton. He was probably wishing that she would walk up to him and tell him that she was wrong and that she wanted to be with him. I took a deep breath; allowing the cold, night air to pierce my lungs. Tears already lingered in my eyes and I knew that what had to be said, had to be said fast before the river over flowed down my cheeks.

"I need to talk to you." I said in a whisper.

He turned to look at me, his eyes empty and cold. "Okay."

"I spent the entire night, trying to a-avoid this." My eyes not making contact. I didn't want to look in his eyes, because I knew that I loved him still. "Or ignore it, but I can't, so I am just going to say it." My eyes meeting his, only brought a pain that I tried to forget. A pain that I didn't deserve to feel."

"Brooke, what's up?" He asked confused.

Once again I allowed the chill of the night to enter inside. I suppose in some ways I was hoping it would numb me from the inside out. "I think I'm pregnant." My voice cracked beneath the weight of the words.

He didn't move. He just sat there shaking his head as if he were etch-a- sketch, trying to erase the mistake that he had made. "What do you mean, you think?"

"I mean, I'm late. Like late!"

"W-well, did you take a test?" He stuttered.

I just shook my head no. I hadn't wanted to see the results. I was only a teenager. I was a high school student that had not the slightest idea of what I wanted to do with my life. All I knew was that I wasn't ready to be a mom. I didn't know if I would ever want to be a mom.

"Okay… Okay, umm, look…" He stood up. "We have to know. And maybe, it's just a false alarm." I could hear the fear in his voice. "Come on, the drug store is still open, we'll do it together."

I couldn't say a word. I just excepted his offer.

PART TWO

I stood in the bathroom staring at the two pink lines for minutes. My whole life flashing before my eyes. I had made so many mistakes in the short amount of years that I had walked this earth. I closed my eyes and reopened them, just hoping and praying that one of the lines would disappear. A tear slowly drifted down my face. I wiped it quickly on my sleeve and made the dreaded walk into my bedroom, where Lucas sat on the bed. I raised my hand out so he could see the test. I could see his heart breaking.

"It's positive."

"My gosh." I said, sitting down next to him. My stomach aching, my heart racing. How could I have been so stupid? I allow the damn to break. There was no use in fighting a battle that I couldn't win. I could feel the bed shake beneath me. I knew he was nervous. "I'm pregnant." I cried out.

I felt his trembling hand touch my back. It sent chills all over me. There was a time when his touch brought a tingling of joy and happiness within me. But the thought of him anywhere near me, made me sick. I jerked away from him, and stood up, walking away.

"Look, come on." He made his way over to me. "I know that you're still mad at me."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 'Mad at him! Mad at him!' A part of me wanted to rip him apart, the way he ripped my heart a part. I turned to him in disbelief.

"But I am here for you. Alright, we will go to the doctor tomorrow in the city."

"I will take myself." My anger boiled beneath my skin as the images of him and Peyton played over and over in my head.

"Brooke,... I am just as scared as you are. Okay. But I wanna help. Please, just trust me."

"Yeah, cause that worked out so well for me the last time." I snapped.

PART THREE

I spent that night lying in the dark. The moonlight dripping through the lace curtains above my head, dancing across my bed. I felt so alone and so afraid. If the doctor concurred with the test, then the life that I wanted. The life that I loved… Well it would have ended. I would have nothing to get me out of bed every day. I would no longer be Brooke Davis.

I suppose the saddest thing about the whole event was the fact that if I was pregnant. If I was having his baby, then my wounds would never heal. I would have to share my life with this man, that ripped my world apart. The thought of that, made me nauseated.

I sat up on the bed. There was no way that I could have fallen to sleep. I needed someone to talk to and yet I felt like I had no one in the world to turn to. I grabbed my keys from the dresses and made my way down the stairs and into my blue beetle bug. There was only one person that came to my mind. When I arrived at the house, I couldn't bring myself to get out of the car. We weren't exactly the best of friends, but we did have something in common. Our hatred for a certain Scott.

PART FOUR

I must have fallen asleep sometime in the night. I woke up to a knock on my car window. The door opened and Nathan knelt down to my level. He was wearing his school jacket, a flannel button up shirt and his Calvin Klein's. He laid his book on the ground next to him.

"Get drunk and forgot your way home, Brooke?"

I smiled. "I just needed someone to talk to and I realized that I don't have anyone that I can really count on right now."

Nathan grinned that grin of his. "And you came to me?"

"I know. I must have fallen asleep."

"So, what's wrong, Brooke?"

"Can we go somewhere?"

He nodded, swooping up his books, and took my hand to help me from the car. We made our way into the kitchen, were I took a seat at the counter. Nathan searched the fridge for some juice and when he found it hiding behind the Chinese food from the dinner he and Dan had had the night before, he took it out and poured two glasses, handing one to me.

"So spill it, Sleeping Beauty." He took the stool next to me with a grin from ear to ear.

"I messed up."

He bit his bottom lip. "I see."

"Nathan, I'm pregnant."

I glanced over at him, to see his face go blank. He traced the rim of his glass, staring at me in a way that Nathan had never looked at me before. "Does he know?"

I shook my head yes and turned away so that he couldn't see the pain in my eyes. Nathan and I went way back, and even though we were never close, there was something there. Something that was deeply hidden beneath the skin.

"What did he say?"

I laughed a hurtful laugh. "He wants to help." I turned to face him again. He hadn't moved.

"Is that what you want? Do you want his help? And think about that before you answer, Brooke, because it was my driveway that you ended up in last night. Not his."