My Brooke/Damon crossover is my first priority but I pride myself on keeping my word when it comes to requests…
Much Respect Homie.
Thanks to Gemella for being My Fucking inspiration!
I. Liar, Liars
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Thirteen Years After Season 6
2021
Golden sunrays streamed pass tethered blinds into a heavily cluttered bedroom. Like burning embers, each burst of light warmed the bedroom's whitewashes walls. Bright oranges and ripe yellows spewed across the placid canvas whilst heavenly air currents rippled from the open window. Spring breezes washed into the room like a calming ocean and submerged the room's owner in a cool atmosphere.
A brooding eleven year old sat in his bed, legs buried under Spiderman sheets. Red, white, and blue cloth bunched around the masculine brunette reminiscent to a babe's swaddling clothes. As uncomfortable as it might have been, the comforter and bed sheets made a perfect mantle for his new laptop. Tiny fingers pecked away at a shiny black keyboard. Small digits barely nudged the letters as sentences filled the green and black spotted camouflage laptop. Tap, tap, tap…
Its shiny exterior only enhanced the monitors vibrate light and exposed the eleven year olds e-journal. The entire life of Kailan Keith Davis-Scott could be found within the motherboard of Dell laptop. Secrets, horrible little details that most parents wanted untold filled the journal. Ky shifted the computer in his lap as piercing baby blues read the paragraph in triumph:
Adults think they know what's best but all adults are liars. My Mom and my dad lie to protect our family. My uncle suspects he's really my father but is afraid to lose my cousin who could possibly be my sister. Meanwhile, he hates my Dad though he claims it's because he's been stalking my God mom relentlessly. But my God Mom really misses my half-brother whom I know is my cousin.
And finally, my mom really hates my Aunt but she's too stupid to know it.
Fin
"The end for today," Kai ran a satisfied right hand over a buzzed mini-Mohawk. Dark tresses pushed spiky shoots up against his rough palm and he scratched his scalp. Yawning, "Ah, now its X-box time."
His X-Box rested on his dark oak dresser beside an assortment of action figures. The white - green buttoned game system contrasted the dark green Ben10 aliens and Justice League characters. Piles upon piles fell from the dresser top onto the hardwood floor. Almost as many were stuffed in the bookshelf that covered the little boy's entire left wall - top to bottom. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of toy trucks and lined the rooms circumference.
The plastic vehicles followed the racetrack his uncle spent hundreds of dollars to send him. Though, he never really met his mysterious uncle other than brief sightings outside of his Birthday parties. Even then Ky wasn't allowed to tell either parent of his 'uncles' presence. Further proving how spoiled the tiny man was by his pretend uncle and parents was the plasma television his mother bought him last year.
Of course, his father was shocked to find his son enjoying a bigger television than even he owned.
"Last Odyssey," Rasping adrenaline bubbled in his voice. The miniature Scott shut his laptop and pushed it onto this mattress. Kicking the covers away, basketball shorts stuck to his leathery skin. "Prepare for me to kick your hard As-"
"ROCKSTAR!"
Shouting echoed only a second before Kai's bedroom door burst open. POW, the door slammed into the wall as larger than life yet physically petite brunette leap into the room. The little boy was taken aback as his mother raced over to him holding one hand behind her back. A yellow mock turtleneck Chanel dress hugged voluptuous curves as creamy legs nearly tripped over black pumps.
Randomly, the Fashionista kicked toys from her path in her fierce gallop towards the stunned little boy. Kai could barely speak when the gorgeously mature female bent over him. Russet bangs extended from her up-do hairstyle and tickled his cheek. Brooke' left hand literally latched onto his arm and grabbed him out of bed.
"Wake up! Wake that the little tushy up! I have a surprise for my Big man, Rockstar!"
"Ha-ha, ma?" Kai couldn't help but laugh at his mother's dimpled grin. Reflexively, the tiny Scott shot her the same glorious dimples. "What's going on? Did dad burn the eggs and we get to go out to eat again instead of choking on Dads Eggs of Death?"
"Puh-hahaha," Eggs of Death? The founder of one of the biggest clothing company's in the country chuckled at her son. Hazel greens winked as she tossed her head reflectively. "Uh, well yeah but that not the best news!"
"It's not?" Rosy cheeks blushed with excitement. His mother stooped over slightly to face her freakishly tall son. He was already to her chest and soon he would be towering over her if not his father. Brooke pinched his cheek and shook it to her son's annoyance, "No Sonny boy, guess what day it is!"
"Ma!" Little hands batted her hand from his cheek. Looking upwards, eyes as clear as the morning sky shimmered in a glossy brilliance. Rich cerulean irises always stole souls and turned cleansed them under the torturous sun even as he complained, "Stop ma, and tell me what today is?"
"Today…" Brooke pulled her left hand behind her back. Eagerly, Kai bounced up and down to see what she was hiding. Teasingly, his mother sighed, "Oh well today is just any regular old day."
"Momma!" Kai threw his arms around her waist pleadingly. Gangly arms flailed at the item behind her back until he brushed material. The raven haired Scott traced the smooth board, hands rolling multiple wheels. "A skateboard, Ma? Is that it? Is it really all mine?"
He pulled away from her to display an 'in awe' face.
"Mhm," his mother nodded as she pulled the green and black camouflage from behind her back.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
His little body leapt once more to press a chaste kiss against his mother's left cheek. Thin lips were soft against her flesh yet a protective love oozed from the boy's embrace. They both knew that he would do any and everything for his mother and that pushed Brooke to spoil her little boy to his heart's desire. His arms tightened around her shoulders and he snuggled into her strawberry scented hair.
"You are the best Mom ever!" He untangled his arms before snatching the board from his mother. Kai pressed the board close to his chest lovingly and kissed the skateboard. "This is the greatest day in my life, Mama!"
"I know." The Fashion queen returned to her regular posture. French manicured nails tugged at her dressing skirts. "Happy semi-birthday, Rockstar!"
Of course, only Brooke Penelope Davis, multimillionaire would celebrate the six month mark of an almost full birthday year. These were the things that made her an extremely rare yet fun mother to have. The brunette could be strict when necessary but when it all came down to the truth, Kailan Keith Davis Scott owned every fraction of her broken heart.
Thus, she watched him marvel at his gift. It was his favorite colors after all and skateboarding was his favorite pastime besides basketball. Basketball. Yet another trait he picked up from his father. Their similarities often made the brunette just as happy as it made her uneasy. Not to mention he was the exact replica of his father except the features he picked up from her.
"Can I go show Dad?"
"Um, he's at the River Court, Rockstar." Hazel irises moved up and down his body. Lanky torso covered in a t-shirt and long legs in pajama pants, his attire was hardly fit to carouse their home town. "…and you know how much I hate you walking alone."
"Ma, I'm eleven and half now." He waved his board, "Remember?" Tricky little bugger. "And it's only like two blocks away. Everyone else does it. Even Ryan's mom lets him and he is blind in one eye."
"But Kai-"
"I'm a big boy ma." the brunette boy grinned. Wickedness etched his lips as the corner of his mouth twisted. "And I won't tell grandma that you cut that crazy model she loves so much from the Summer Catalogue."
"Ah!" Brooke gasped at her blackmailing son. He really was a Davis after all. "You wouldn't, you little snitch."
"Please Ma."
"Fine," The Fashion Queen threw up her hands in defeat. Kai could make her do anything with those puppy dog eyes and devilish Scott smirk. Hesitantly, the mother of one warned, "but you better be careful and look both ways before crossing the street."
"I will."
"And grab a sweater young man because if you get sick I'm gonna nag you until you wish school stayed in forever."
"Yes, Ma'am!" Skateboard tossed on the bed, little legs speed to get ready. "I'll be careful, stay on the side walk. I won't even kick over Mr. Donnelly's flower pots either."
The brunette watched her son scamper over to the dirty laundry piled near his closet. The first thing he grabbed was a familiar grey hoodie he'd worn almost all of his life. Brooke felt her body tremble at the memories it brought to her. A life she wanted to forget about though and the drama it entailed. For the rest of her life, the sins that brought her the greatest gift in the world would haunt her.
But Kai was her little Rockstar: feisty, smart, witty, downright mean when he wanted to be. He was a miniature Brooke Davis without the love of pink and a desire to blow things up, her little warrior. Kai slipped the hoodie over his head only to notice his basketball in the mist of the laundry. Grabbing it, the small boy shot his mom a mischievous smile.
Pearly white sparkled in the light of the room, "I'll be back with Dad."
"Don't get into trouble, Kai!"
***
Lucas stared at the rippling waters along the riverbank, tracking the small jumping bugs waddling on the water. Bright rays touched the liquid pond and drew miniature suns over the surface. It was beautiful, the glimmering sight of the sun touching the transparent river. And once evergreens began to dip into the watery body, the Brooder felt alive in a Garden of Eden.
"Luke!?" Nathan's questioning voice filled the blonde with utter repulsion. He wasn't even slightly nervous to meet his estranged brother. Again, "Luke? Dude, I'm sorry I'm late but…"
"Just get to the point of why I'm here, Nate."
Fist reflexively clenched at the sound of his brother's voice. Anger tightened rough muscles and the blonde barely acknowledged his half-sibling. Instead he listened to Nathan's heavy feet crunching against the chipping pavement. Heavy soles crushed the shattered remains of the River court floor, old hoop barely even standing.
Blonde hairs rustled as the wind began to pick up as if to alert the world of the change of atmospheres. Tension coursed through both males and their Alpha tendencies flourished. The NBA point guard came to a halt at his brother's side. Jet black hair framed and even darker and blacker expression.
"Business." The darker haired Scott was straight to the point. "Where's the family?"
"You mean the one you stole?"
Below the belt already…
Nathan felt his temper raising but he knew his brother was practically a ticking time bomb. The brothers hadn't exactly ended on great terms after Haley left him but there was more to it. Tons more. Well, someone had to be the bigger man and it may as well be him.
"Look Luke, this is about Jamie."
Jaime… all drama ceased under the beloved child's name. Lucas couldn't hate his brother now, not when the point of him coming to Tree Hill from Denver was about his nephew. The blonde's shoulders fell into a slump and his brother repeated the sentiment. There was no reason to fight – for now.
Nathan stifled a cry, "Uhm, we're doing a benefit for Parent's of Lost and Abducted Children."
We?
"You mean we as in you and Brooke?"
He hated to ask but it was killing him to think that the woman he'd loved nearly half of his life was now sleeping with his brother. The Raven haired Scott nodded nonetheless. "Yes, Brooke came up with the idea and I think a benefit concert would be great."
"Well," Strong hands massaged his biceps through a black t-shirt. "Oh." Dryness settled in his throat. "Uhm, what can I do to help," His last word was exaggerated, "Jaime?"
"We need to get the word out and you have that big publishing house so…"
"Yeah, gotcha." The blonde nodded. "Basketball not paying enough?" Then the rage resurfaced slightly. Icy depth filled the Brooding Editor, "Or is whoring yourself to my ex not lucrative enough anymore? She owns a fashion empire now, right?"
He should punch the shirt out of him, Nathan thought. Instead, he smiled. "Oh, we just want as much people to help as possible over the next three weeks. And how is my sister-in-law slash ex- girlfriend? Still doing that thing with her tongue?"
"Shut-"
"I taught her that, you know." The younger brother chuckled before slapping his brother on the arm, "So where are Peyton and Sawyer-"
BINNNG! BINNNG! BINNNG! The Comet's car horn sounded in answer to Nathan's question. Looking up, both Scott's saw a very blondish red haired Peyton driving towards the court. Bags hung visibly from her eyes while her face was boney and tired. Behind her, and exact replica sat listening to her Nano iPod. Bushy curls were a tangled mess and the preteen wore a scowl.
Nathan couldn't stop the triumphant grin that stretched over his face. He had Brooke and Ky, Lucas had a life of misery and a depressed wife. The Bobcats point guard couldn't imagine a life so dreary, well not any more. Sadness still ate at his soul when he thought of his son's kidnapping and Haley's breakdown. That he couldn't save either of them was his punishment from GOD.
"Luke come on!"
Lucas grumbled under his breath a few swear words before looking up at his brother. The blonde returned to incensed scowl that his daughter wore and stalked away. Lean legs guided him to the reviving car. Rolling his eyes, the blonde jumped the open entrance of the car. His bum slid over the polished door before he slid down into the seat.
Without as much as a good bye, the three left Nathan in their dust.
***
"Famous artist, starts with R?"
The musical artist name game had started again and Lucas couldn't be more bored. Mostly, he stared at the road as Peyton drove recklessly down the street. Pass the houses of yesteryear, the blonde tried to reflect back to the days when he didn't want to kill him. When his little girl was not some pessimistic teen and his wife didn't suck the life out of him.
"R. Kelly." The Brooder responded half-heartedly. Fuck him, he didn't give a shit! "Final answer."
"WRONG!" Sawyer snapped incredulously from behind her father. The tween rolled her eyes visibly through the rearview. "Seriously, Dad? R. Kelly? I knew you were musically challenged but I didn't think you were an idiot? Do you have any sort of taste?"
How about I slap the taste from your mouth?
Okay, he would never do or say that but damn she was on his last nerves.
"I agree," Peyton piped in. Her brittle arm rose up to push her husband playfully. Green eyes managed to fill with a touch of life when speaking of her beloved music. "Who says R. Kelly? Really the dude pissed on little girls."
"I like one or two songs." He though back to Brooke singing the Ignition Remix over the phone to him in high school. "He has a great voice. You have to admit that."
"Loser!" Sawyer snickered and Lucas narrowed his eyes. He glanced up into the rearview mirror at his daughter. "Saw, don't talk that way to me okay. I'm still your father."
"Oh, when you're home I guess." The blonde pulled her headphones towards her ear. "But since you'd rather write and read shitty books-
"SAWYER BROOKE SCOTT!"
Both her mother and father exclaimed but the teen could have cared less. In fact, she went on a good rambling tangent about her parents without considering the consequences. Not that she was ever punished by either parent with the exception of Lucas taking her I-Pod twice. And well, she just didn't care.
"…I mean if anyone is my dad, it's our next door neighbor. At least he remembered my birthday, Oh Daddy and Mommy Dearest."
"Sawyer, don't speak to your father and I that way!" – "Girl you better settle down!"
Their simultaneous orders filled the car with a onslaught of arguments. Sawyer refused to apologize and shouting became intense between the threesome at that moment. That was the way it always was though. Sawyer would disrespect both her parents and both would begin screaming at her.
"I hate you guys so much!" The tween screamed and Peyton yelled even louder, "Now you stop this nonsense right now! You aren't the Queen Bitch around here!"
Sawyer quipped, "Neither are you! You're just a bitter old hag!"
Lucas placed his hands over his ears as the females began to battle it out. It wasn't until his daughter allowed the word "BITCH!" the slip out that he saw his wife let go of the steering wheel. Peyton swung around so quickly that the car wobbled. The Editor blinked at the sight of a little boy bouncing his basketball just crossing the street as Peyton ranted at her daughter.
Shock! Fear! Stun! Panic, hit the Brooder all at once. All logic went out the window as the car swerved towards the tall child current oblivious to the one coming traffic. White headphones extended from his ears to his waist. And his eyes were currently too focused on the bouncing basketball to care about his safety.
"PEYTON WATCH OUT!"
Everyone's head snapped to the road just as the car reached the child. Peyton's foot slammed on the brakes out of reflex only seconds before Lucas grabbed the steering wheel. All of his strength forced the wheel to cut away from the bustling boy whom finally looked up. The comet wiped to the left of the road before coming to a screeching halt.
Stunned, a little boy dressed in none other than a grey Keith's Auto Shop hoodie, blocked the car. The Sawyer-Scott family stared at the youngster as he pulled the hoodie's hood from his head. He revealed a low cut Mohawk and steely eyes more familiar than any of them could express.
Deju Vu…
"Ugh," the boy grabbed his pall and raced away from the open topped car. Glancing at her husband, Peyton nodded slowly, "Lucas, that kid… looks like, was, well he's you."