Okay, so I deleted my other story because I was not pleased with it. I knew where I wanted to end it but not about how to start or go through it. I just couldn't find stable ground for that story. I want to make a purely Brooke BASED story because she is my favorite character and I love her growth throughout the show.

So, I'm going to try something new. I'm pretty sure that after reading this first story you are all probably thinking one thing. 'Pregnancy'. Not so fast. The next chapter should have you questioning those thoughts so stick with me. I refuse to make this as predictable as everyone thinks. I know I'm giving a lot away by saying that but so be it.

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters except my own.


"Are-are you sure?" Her voice came out shaky as her green eyes peered over long eyelashes up at the doctor. A wave of fear hitting her suddely as she tried to process the news she had just received. This couldn't be true. It just couldn't and she wasn't accepting this without a fight. Well what fight could she put up? There was nothing she could really say. Or do about it but still the fight in her just kept on fighting. She closed her eyes and held back tears as the doctor standing before her gave her a sad look and nodded his head. "But how? I mean why?" She managed after a moment.

"Ms. Davis I'm sorry to be the one to tell you... Would you like me to call your parents or a guardian? I think it best if we discuss-" He was cut off by Brooke quickly standing up and shaking her head ferciely.

"Not even an option." She spat not even giving the doctor a moment more to go on with what he was about to say. "Listen, thank you Dr. Truman. I just need some time to you know...process. Can I call you and discuss everything when I'm ready?" Brooke asked calming down and giving her doctor a tired look. It had been a very long week and she just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep this nightmare away.

"Of course." Doctor Truman nodded his head in response to the young teenager. "But I'm only recommending you take a few days to process. Ms. Davis I'm not trying to scare you but I think it best if we discuss your options right away. This isn't something we can ignore." He told her with a sigh.

"I know I just... I just need a day." Her green eyes pleading with him to give her that much. She knew this wasn't something that she could ignore and that had to be taken care of right away but she just wanted at least a day to turn this over in her head and process just how much this was going to change her life. She was going to have to cut back on a lot of things that she was doing in her life now. This was unfair. She was sixteen. Way too young to be dealing with this. Alone.

Suddenly the white walls seemed to be closing in on her and the cold tile beneath her feet felt like she was stepping on ice barefoot. This place was suffocating her and she needed to get out of there at that moment. She pulled her blue cheer jacket tighter against her body hoping to trap some heat. She was supposed to be at cheer practice at that very moment but had skipped it for this very important doctors appointment. Now she just wished she had gone to cheer practice and hadn't been told the news she was just told.

"I'll schedule an appointment for next wendesday so that you have a week to process this and calm yourself down. I'm not saying this is something you'll ever truly be okay with but it'll give you a week to think rationally about this. Also, I think it best if you have your parents come with you next week. With you being a minor I would like to discuss the options with them here so that you can make your decision as a family." He told the her looking down at his clipboard once more.

"I can't do that." Brooke told him quickly. She sighed when he looked at her confused. "My parents... they aren't exactly parents." She clarified for him.

"Ms. Davis I'm sorry I need to speak with a parent... Or a guardian atleast. This isn't something that I can leave alone." He tried reasoned with her.

Brooke sighed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the passionate young dcotor. She knew he was just doing his job but she just wished he would mind his business. But he was right. She was a minor and this wasn't exactly a situation they could all ignore and would hope went away. "I'll talk to my father." She agreed after a moment. He looked pleased with her answer but also sad that he had to be the one to tell her what he just told her. Brooke guessed there was no brightside to the situation.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as soon as exited the building and began to walk to her car. After scheduling her appointment for next week and promising her doctor that she'd have her father in tow she had left that doctors office as fast as her long legs could carry her. This couldn't be happening. Brooke Davis was a fighter. She was everything that this was telling her she wasn't. How would she tell her parents? How would they even react? Would they care? Would they be concerned about their daughters well being. And her friends? Her squad? How was she supposed to tell any of them? Would they even understand? She asked herself all these questions and more as she climbed into her baby blue beetle and collapsed against the steering wheel into a puddle of sobs. For once she was going to be weak. At least while no one was around.