So, I know I'm crazy for starting yet another story when I haven't updated my others in forever, but I am running into writer's block with them, and LOST withdrawal, and I overcome writer's block faster by moving on and writing about something else for the mean time, so here I am. I will try to get some more writing done for The Only Thing I Don't Blame Him For and Big Surprises, Great Rewards. Thanks to all those loyal readers and reviewers! --wink, wink--
INFO: This is AU of Season 6. The adults are 25, and Jamie is 7-1/2 or so. Everything happened up until then. The store robbery, the Pucas engagement, and Quentin's death. I wrote this a while ago, so Nanny Carrie abduction does not happen.
Enjoy, and REVIEW!
P.S. Sorry for the short chapter.
The adults stood around in Naley's kitchen, not speaking, all of them wrapped up in their own thoughts. They only came out of their trances when a tiny voice spoke from the doorway, the sweet melody belonging to James Lucas Scott.
"Where's Brooke?" he questioned, his gaze swiftly moving around the kitchen to determine that she was indeed not present.
"I don't know honey," Haley replied moving to hug him.
Jamie shrugged her off, avoiding her hurt expression and marched over to his uncle who was seated at the table.
"Uncle Lucas, where is my Brooke?" he asked again, young, blue eyes peering into older, darker ones.
"I don't know J. Luke. I just don't know," Lucas said, still stuck in a dark hole after Quentin's funeral, not able to comprehend that he was not meant to save the boy.
"Well, find her!" Jamie screeched, shocking all of the adults.
Peyton who had been standing next to Lucas bent down, trying to console the boy.
"No. NO! I just want Brooke. Only Brooke," Jamie sobbed, pleading with Lucas.
"Buddy, I don't know where she is."
"Why not? You save everyone. Save her! Just save her Uncle Luke." Everyone in the kitchen was frozen. Save Brooke from what? Why was Jamie so upset? He had seen Brooke just that morning at the funeral. Was he finally coming to terms with Q's death?
Lucas could not find the words to express how he felt at that moment. He did promise to save her. But, Brooke Davis did not need saving. She was fine, wasn't she? Surely she would have come to him if she needed help. Really, would she have Lucas? You idiot. Of course not. She was always the one everyone leaned on, never really returning the favor. When had she come to any of them crying or needing comfort? Aside from the Angie experience, never. Angie. That must be what Jamie meant. She's sad and upset about Angie. Well, I promised to save her, and I will.
"Fine Jamie. I'll go find her alright?" Lucas asked, staring at the usually fun loving boy curled up, refusing comfort from any of the adults.
"Help her Uncle Lucas. She's hurting so much. Make sure no one else can hurt her, okay?" The eight year old requested, startling everyone once again.
"What do you mean Jamie? Did someone hurt her? How? When?" Lucas had so many questions. Someone hurt Brooke? His Brooke?
"Don't you guys look at her? Haven't you seen how sad she is? And the bruises? A kid in my class fell down the stairs and he only broke his arm, he didn't have bruises. Someone hurt her. Someone hurt my Brooke. And you weren't there to save her Uncle Luke. You promised her. You promised." With those words, Jamie fell to the ground, tears pouring down his face. And, he finally allowed his mother and father to comfort him, sobbing into his father's broad chest while his mother soothed him with her words and the hand moving gliding up and down his back.
Lucas sat back, shocked. How did Jamie know about that? And, how could him and everyone else be so stupid? The rings around her eyes and the sadness that seemed to have engulfed the usual cheery brunette pointed out that something was wrong. How could they be so blind? And her quoting those rape and assault facts. Since when did Brooke Davis research anything that didn't have to do with the recent fashion trend or who she was supposedly dating at the time? Never. And, that answer in itself should have been enough to send blinking red lights parading throughout his head. She was not fine. Far from it. How could someone lay their hands on her? What had she ever done that could have caused someone to act that way? Nothing. Nobody should ever lay their dirty paws on Brooke Davis. She was too pure. Sure she had been known for getting around, but her heart was so pure, so full of love and kindness. She didn't deserve something like this, no one did.
Lucas made up his mind as he quickly stood, causing the chair he had occupied to crash backwards. But, he didn't hear it. Ever since Jamie's last comment, it was as through his mind was engulfed in a tunnel, only focusing on the thing ahead, saving Brooke Davis.
