Lucas looked over at Brooke. She had just told him she is pregnant. What can he do? His whole world was just totally blown out of proportion. Everything suddenly became odd. He was just like Dan. That realization hit him instantly. He was scared, frightened, and wanted it all to just be a lie. At least a lie he could handle.

Brooke laid curled to one side on her bed clutching a pillow to her stomach, her eyes already slightly red. She couldn't cry anymore, she wouldn't cry she needed to start growing up...being strong. Not only now would she have to be strong for her but for the baby inside her. She didn't need anyone's help and was going to have this baby regardless.

"I..." Lucas tried to spit out the words he knew needed to be there, but it was hard. It was hard to tell her his feelings. In a sense, with this baby on the way he ruined his own life, and the life of Brooke. His mother was furious at first, but even she knew that things like this happened. She herself having been one of the people who had to live through it. She would help, even though she wanted better. She cared as much for Brooke as Lucas did, "I'm here for you."

"No." Brooke muttered with a slightly monotone voice, no emotion being able to be seen at the moment. She was not going to let someone else be taken down with her. It was like a curse her family, no matter who's lives them touched they ruined them. "I don't need your charity Lucas."

"What charity?" Lucas spat back out at her sitting down on the bed. She wasn't looking at him, so he saw no reason behind not doing it. He cared for her, it came damn close to love. Everything with Peyton had shown him to at least respect what you have. He had her at one time. She was lost again, but everyone can find what is lost. Except socks, but this was not that. This was finding a treasure, with a treasure map, and the giant X in front of him.

"This...this pity party." Brooke sat up almost rather too quickly from her spot on the bed her hair whipping around her. "I'm going to be fine; I don't need you or your Mother helping me because you feels sorry." She glanced in the mirror a stoic expression plastered onto her face. "Oh poor Brooke Davis...the would be beauty queen. If only she hadn't ruined her life at 17."

Lucas stared at her for a second simply bringing his hand up to her shoulder, "You life isn't over Brooke." It actually sounded like he meant it. He did mean it. He continued to look at her smiling lightly, "I'll be here for you. This is my problem as much as it is yours. It is a problem now...but..." He paused for a moment just staring at her. He himself having been instantly lost in thoughts, "I was a problem for my mother, and now I'm all she has."

"It's not your problem Lucas!" Brooke snapped, her body tensing at Lucas' hand on her shoulder but allowing it to stay there. "I'm the one that's going to have to provide a home for this...this fetus! And what do you have to do huh? Nothing! Least now I'll have someone who is going to love me no matter how terribly I mess up. They aren't going to cheat on me with my best friend either..."

"Brooke..." Lucas let his voice trail off. She was raging through emotions; he could see it easily. One moment she seemed to be a scared little girl, and then she was a powerhouse of anger and frustration. He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry about everything that happened with Peyton. You can't let that be what defines this. I'm still the father of your unborn child, and as much as you may hate me you can't change that. Brooke...regardless..." He continued to trail off, "I thought I loved Peyton..." He tried to keep himself from breathing heavy or anything that would give it away, but slowly said, "when I was in love with you."

"Oh I could change the fact you are the father of this baby without you having even enough time for your head to spin." Brooke turned towards to face him eye to eye for the first time since he had come into her room. "But I'm better than that." In fact she was, she was not going to be the same type of parent to her baby like her parents were to her.

Lucas looked directly into her eyes. It was a moment that neither one of them wanted to have. Such a moment was just odd, especially for both of them. They were to be parents of the same child, and yet neither one of them could go through an hour of being together without fighting. Taken by a moment, Lucas pushed himself up to Brooke placing his lips on hers. He pulled away almost instantly, "Sorry..." His voice trailing off for what seemed like the thousandth time.

Brooke felt her eyes snap shut as every muscle in her body tenses then relaxes. She raised her hand to slap him but couldn't, but she also couldn't let herself be doing this again. "NO! You are not ever going to have another chance to hurt me or my baby!"

Lucas looked into her eyes once more as he said, "Our baby."

"No." Brooke repeated sternly for what seemed the hundredth time. "My baby." Her eyes set almost challenging. She was the one that was going to be getting fat then having to push the baby out so why shouldn't the baby be all hers?

Lucas finally smiled for the first time in what seemed like a long time. He looked down at her, "Brooke...can we just start over? The two of us...you looking at me from behind and telling Peyton how good I looked..." He let the smile cross his face, "And then once again strip in my car...forget about everything that had happened...make it right."

"So you do look good from behind..." Brooke shrugged as the memory flooded into her mind." Really...really good from behind.." She quickly made herself snap out of it before she spoke again. "But that doesn't change anything. All the bad things you have done to me and all the bad things you could still do."

"And all the bad things that you still could do to me," Lucas spat back out at her. He moved in closer once more and pressed his lips against hers. He would show her how much she meant. She needed to know, "I loved you Brooke...and still do...some things will never change between us. We had something, and at the time neither one of us wanted to admit it."

Brooke could feel herself making a slight purring sound in the back of her throat loving someone showing her attention. Moving over she placed herself in his lap, but she would not ever admit to what she was doing. "And do tell Broody. what is something so terrible that I could do to you hmm?"

"Not let me in..." Lucas continued to look at her, "You could push me totally out of your life, and hang everything that I did over my head. Tell this child that is ours, that I was terrible. You still don't know me Brooke...and it is terrible that you pass such a strict judgment on me." He moved in once more kissing her; he wanted to forget the bad times. He wanted it to be good again.

"Oh I'm going to tell them they anyways." Brooke looked down at the guy who she was slowly pushing down into the comforter on her bed. "I'm going to tell her or him their father was a lazy...good for nothing..."

Lucas raised a slight brow, "And don't forget that her mother was a cheerleader...that will scar her for life." He moved down to kiss her once more hoping she wouldn't push him away. He was falling for her all over again. He was in love again. He wondered where she stood.

"Head cheerleader." Brooke corrected with a slight smirk on her lips. Alright, so she shouldn't be feeling anything right now but it was better then feeling nothing at all. She wouldn't let herself love not having someone to talk to would be good enough for now.

Lucas moved himself a bit closer pushing them together, "I won't forget it..." His lips continued to meet with hers. Things were happening fast, this time he was setting the pace rather than the hormone driven Brooke. He loved her, that was simple enough, or at least the feeling he thought was love.

"You better not..." Brooke murmured lowly as she let his lips touch hers once again. This time it was different...not the making out but usually it was her in the lead showing the guy the curves and how she wanted them to go around them. "It took me along time to get you to kiss me the way I wanted you to.."

"And now?" Lucas asked raising a brow as he continued to close his eyes, and push his lips against hers in between words. They were so different than they were when they first met. Everything was different then. Luke had been innocent, and Brooke was experienced. Now it almost seemed like they were on a semi-equal playing field. Both had their problems, and now they were reunited once more. Grown up and more mature or at least that was how they would have to be to raise this child.

"Perfect." Brooke leaned back into her pillows letting her hands slowly wrap around his body simply needing to feel something...someone close to her. She could worry about everything else later, now she just wanted to relax and be carefree.

Lucas closed his eyes as he continued to kiss her. It seemed at least at this moment, that everything was going to be okay. He didn't think of the horizon. It what looms over it.