AN/: This is my first story, so sorry if it is not up to scratch.

This story takes place after the second Derek attack, the attack has been changed a little bit, the change will be told in the second chapter. please review.

Lucas looked down at his phone, the caller ID flashes 'Brooke' across the screen. He looks around the prom and realises that she isn't there and he hasn't seen her in a few hours.

"Hey B. Davis, skip out on prom now?" Lucas says into the phone.

"Oi, only I'm allowed to call her that." Peyton replied

"Pety! Where are you?"

"Long story, but me and Brooke are outside the school."

"You and Brooke? What's going on." Lucas is walking out of the prom towards the front of the school.

"Like I said, it's a long story, just meet us outside please."

"Yeah I'm on my way."

"Oh and promise me something. Don't freak out. Please."

"Why would I freak out?" Lucas is starting to panic, he is almost running through the halls, he can tell by Peyton's voice she has been crying.

"Just promise." Peyton sounds terrified. She hangs up the phone as she see's Lucas come out of the building. She clings tighter to Brooke, scared of Lucas' reaction.

When Lucas spots Brooke and Peyton he stops in his tracks. They are both covered in blood, Peyton has the a black eye starting to form and dry blood around her nose. They are clinging on to each other, and look terrified. Lucas runs up to them and pulls both of them into his arms. Peyton stiffens under his at first but then relaxes before Lucas has time to properly notice.

"What happened? Who did this?" The girls pull out of Lucas grip.

"Derek" Brooke whispers.

"Psycho, not brother." Peyton jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Lucas looks like he is about to go on murdering rampage, "His in custody, its alright."

"Alright, it's not alright. Look at you." Peyton pulls away from Lucas and holds onto Brooke tighter, Lucas is angry and it is scaring Peyton.

"Luke, calm down." Brooke says, "His in custody, well actually his in hospital, me and Peyton kicked his arse." Peyton laughs at Brookes attempt to calm down Lucas.

"See his gone, for good this time. It's ok"

"How? How did it happen, I was there."

"He was already there when you got there, I answered the door because I thought it was you and he punched me, I got knocked out. When I came to he was holding me against the door, you were knocking at the door. I tried to yell out I did, but he was so strong. I couldn't fight back, I tried. He drugged me, when I woke up I was down stairs. Brooke came looking for me, to make me come to prom and he tied her up. We ended up getting free and fighting him. And here we are."

"I should have tried harder to get in." Lucas is on the verge of tears, he was disgusted with himself, he couldn't bring himself to look at Peyton.

"Hey, look at me." Peyton said trying to pull Lucas' face to look at her, "Look at me. It's not your fault. Ok."

"Come on, I'm going to get you home."

"Actually, we kind of want to go to prom." Brooke said.

"Yeah I bet the real one will be a lot better than the one Derek tried to give me." Peyton laughed.

"How can you laugh about it Peyt."

"I guess it hasn't sank in yet."

"Come on guys, lets get in there." Brooke said. Lucas faked a laugh at Brookes enthusiasm. He did not understand why the girls seemed to be so ok with what had happened. He could tell they were shaken up but let it go, since it was there prom night, and they wanted to go to it. When they got in there everyone was looking at them, but no one said anything, it probably had something to do with the murderous look Lucas was wearing. Lucas found them a table at the back of the room and left them to get drinks. Brooke had told him if he returned with drinks that weren't spiked she would kick his arse as well.

"P. Sawyer, when are you going to tell him what happened."

"I don't know."

"You have to tell him."

"No I don't. It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does. His your boyfriend, his Lucas, he needs to know. And you need to tell him. He can't save you if he doesn't know."

"I know, but look how angry he is know. How is he going to handle it?" Payton looks guilty, she is on the verge of tears.

"Hey, you don't have to worry about Lucas. His tough. And its not your fault." Peyton on nods and mouths 'I know' to Brooke as Lucas returns to the girls.

"Here, I promise, there more vodka then punch in them." The girls laugh and down there drinks in one mouthful.

"Top up?" Peyton asks Luke laughing.

"Sure." Luke has a feeling that they will be drinking all night. He would normal say something but after the night they had had, he bite his tongue and said nothing.

"Bring extra's" Brooke called after Lucas.

Later that night, Brooke, Payton were both a Lucas', neither of them wanted to be alone. Both girls were a little bit drunk and had insisted on stoping a Rachael's to get a bottle of vodka. They were now doing shots on Lucas' bed.

"Ha, I just realised, we have nothing to wear Payton." Brooke laughed.

"You have nothing to wear, I'm pretty sure I have clothes here somewhere." Peyton said looking at Lucas.

"Of course you do." Brooke muttered, looking hurt, before laughing. "Got anything I could wear, I really want out of this dress."

"Sure, I want a shower too." Lucas was getting out two set's of Peyton's pj's she had left there.

"Same." The girls grabbed the clothes of Lucas and headed to the bathroom.

"You have shampoo here to." Brooke said raising an eyebrow.

"We haven't slept together yet Brooke." Brooke laughed, shaking her head.

"Sure."

"Seriously, we haven't."

"I believe you. If you had, you wouldn't have pj's here would you?" Brooke said laughing, making Peyton laugh. Peyton nodded and took a large mouthful of the vodka. "Seriously girl, you can hardly stand as it is."

"It's prom." Peyton shrugs. Taking another mouthful and passing the bottle to Brooke. Brooke takes the bottle, laughing again before taking a drink and turning the shower on.

Twenty minutes later the girls returned to the bedroom stumbling and laughing, now clean they both looked like two girls on prom night, just with black eyes.

"Did you's shower together?" Lucas asks.

"Well I'm having trouble standing so I needed some help" Peyton replies.

"Maybe you should stop drinking."

"It's prom." Peyton replies again.

"Peyt." Lucas says walking closer to Peyton, reaching out to take the bottle off her.

"Lucas." Peyton says, stepping away and jumping onto the bed next to bed.

"Yeah Lucas it's prom night, and we have to go extra hard to make up for earlier." Brooke said.

"Yeah it's been a good prom night, I'm drunk, I danced with my guy, got a black eye, showered with a girl."

"You haven't kissed a girl." Brooke pointed out.

"True, where's Rachel?" Peyton asked.

"Oi, what, I'm not good enough for in you?" Brooke said, faking to be hurt.

"No it's not that, but I don't think that Lucas want to watch his girlfriend kiss his ex, on his bed." Peyton laughs, looking at Lucas who had joined them on the bed. He just laughed and raised an eyebrow and Peyton. "But then again, maybe he would." Before Lucas could respond Peyton leant over and pecked Brooke on the lips. "There." She said laughing, "what's next on the classic 'prom night' list."

"I don't know, but maybe we should go to bed its late." Lucas said, trying to calm the girls down, he didn't like the way there were acting about what had happened, and he had a feeling something had happened that they weren't telling him.

"Aww, its not late. There's still vodka left." Brooke said pointing to the bottle. Peyton grabbed it and took a big drink.

"Come on Peyt. Stop drinking." Lucas said.

"Why? It's.." Lucas cut her off.

"Don't say it's prom night. This isn't you, drinking so much. It isn't healthy, you need to deal with what happened."

"Maybe I don't want to deal tonight, maybe I just want to be numb." Peyton said, almost yelling. She was on the verge of tears, she didn't want to tell him what happened, she knew it would kill him, it was killing her. She just wanted to be numb for one night. Peyton jumped off the bed and walked outside. Lucas went to follow her.

"Luke" Brooke said " just go easy on her, let it go for tonight, you weren't there."

"I want her to let me in." Lucas' voice broke, he was close to tears seeing Peyton this way.

"And she will, she just needs to deal with her way tonight." Brooke said looking away from Lucas, "we both have to."

"Ok." Lucas said walking outside looking for Peyton. He found her sitting on the porch swing crying.

"Hey Blondie." Lucas say's sitting next to her. He goes to pull her into his arms but she moves away. "What's wrong."

"Nothing. I'm fine." Peyton said wiping her eyes.

"No you're not." Lucas said.

"If you're here to yell at me then just don't."

"I'm not going to. I just want you to let me in. I want to help you." Peyton looks at Lucas, she has never seen him look so broken.

"I will, just not tonight, please. I want to forget about it for tonight."

"Ok." Lucas sighed.

Peyton walked back inside, Lucas sat outside and could hear the girls laughing. Lucas felt sick, he couldn't believe that they were acting like nothing happened. At least they were getting along now, he was glad that if she wasn't going to talk about it at least she had Brooke to help her, even though he didn't approve of her method of dealing.