Author's Note: I got the idea for this randomly a few weeks ago, realizing that I wanted to do (like everyone) a Season 1 story about Brooke/Lucas/pregnancy scare. The dialogue came to me the other night, and I thought I'd start writing. I'm not sure if this will be a one-shot or not. Let me know what you think- if I should continue or keep it as a one-shot. So, yes- FYI, it takes place during Season 1.

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Brooke Davis usually liked the rain. She knew it was strange, but good things always seemed to happen to her when it rained. She lost her virginity when it was raining outside. Her first boyfriend told her he loved her during one of the worst thunderstorms in Tree Hill's history. And her best thinking was done when she sat outside on her porch swing, the rain soaking her body. But now, now it was different. Tonight, she climbed into her powder blue Volkswagon bug, wiped persistent tears from her cheeks, and started the car. It was late, almost midnight, and rain fell hard and fast from the dark clouds above.

Once Brooke arrives at her destination, the storm has gotten worse. She sits in her parked car for a few minutes, trying to calm herself down the best she can. After five minutes of deep breathing, Brooke opens the car door and slowly walks up to the house, where reality is about to slap her in the face harder than it ever has before.

She knocks on the door and waits, tears returning to her eyes. The door opens and Lucas is standing there. Her ex-boyfriend. Her charming, sweet, cheating ex-boyfriend.

"Brooke?"

"I lied", the brunette chokes out, staring intently at the blond boy in front of her.

"I know. You told me already."

Brooke shakes her head back and forth violently, "No…I lied about lying."

Lucas stares at Brooke for a beat or two and then takes a step back, "Come inside. It's raining."

Brooke chuckles silently at his last comment and then walks inside to join the boy.

"What do you mean, you lied about lying?"

Brooke takes a deep breath and sits down on Lucas' bed, "I mean, I am pregnant."

"What? Why did you tell me that you weren't?"

"I don't know", Brooke cries, "I'm scared…"

Lucas sits next to Brooke on the bed, but she shifts further away from him.

"It's okay to be scared, Brooke."

"We're sixteen, Lucas. I can't have a baby."

"Why not?" Lucas asks sincerely.

Brooke stands up quickly, fuming with anger, "Why not?!" she repeats, "We're sixteen! And I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm not exactly a baby person."

"You can become a baby person."

Brooke shakes her head again, "No. No. No. No."

"Brooke."

She walks towards the door and Lucas stands up, "Where are you going?" the boy asks.

"I'm going home", she explains, point blank.

"The storm is getting worse. And you can't leave angry."

"I'm not angry", Brooke says quietly.

"Just stay here and talk to me", the blond says.

"I can't be pregnant, Lucas."

"You can't have an abortion", Lucas insists.

"That's not your decision to make."

"It's my baby, too."

"It's not a baby yet. It's a bunch of cells. It can't feel. It won't know."

"Brooke."

"Stop saying my name like that!"

"Like what?"

"Like I'm a child that you need to discipline. I came over here as a courtesy. I don't need your permission."

"Permission to do what?" a confused Lucas asks.

"To have an abortion. Jesus!" Brooke opens the door and runs outside. The rain is beginning to let up and Brooke knows that rain will never mean good things to her ever again.

Not surprisingly, Lucas runs out to catch his angry ex, "Brooke!"

Brooke turns around quickly to face the boy she both loves and despises, "What?"

"We need to talk about this."

"No. We don't. I can do whatever I want. You don't own me. You don't even love me."

"I do love you, Brooke. We can have this baby."

"We", she says, pointing at herself first and then at Lucas, "aren't together anymore. And I'm definitely not about to have your baby, or any baby for that matter."

Lucas shifts his weight from one foot to the other, "My mother did it."

Brooke throws her arms in the air, "I'm not your mother, Lucas. I'm done talking about this with you", she turns around and walks towards the car again.

"Brooke, wait!" Lucas calls after her again.

"Please, Lucas. I'm tired. I'm tired and I'm annoyed and I just want to sleep."

"You can sleep here", Lucas suggests.

Brooke laughs, "No."

"We need to talk about this."

"How many times do I need to say this? I'm not ready to have a baby."

"But abortion isn't the only option."

"But it's my only option", Brooke spits out.

"I can't believe this…"

"You can't believe this?! I'm the sad, pregnant, alone sixteen year old over here!"

"You're not alone, Brooke."

"Yes, I am."

"You really think you can do this? Go through with an abortion?"

Brooke shrugs, "I have to."

"No", Lucas says, stepping closer to Brooke, "you don't have to."

"You don't listen, do you? I should've known. You always were the emotional one."

"Brooke."

"I'm done", a fed up Brooke says, finally getting into her car. She pounds the steering wheel with her fist as Lucas stands watching, knowing that he can't change her mind right now.

She drives away quickly, ignoring the rain soaked streets. The tears begin to fall again. She wipes them away with the back of her hand, determined to keep driving. Determined to make it home.

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I don't want to get into an abortion rights argument with anyone, so please don't fight with me. Thanks. Just review and tell me how you liked it. And let me know if you think it should remain a one-shot, or if I should develop it into a story. Thanks much.