Summary: When a seven year old girl turns up on NBA star Lucas Scott's doorstep with a striking resemblance to a woman he used to know and announce she is his daughter is life is thrown into chaos as the one woman he's only ever loved comes unexpectedly back into his life.

Author's Note: I'm Your Daughter was a story I wrote between the 6th October 2007 and the 5th January 2008 and it had a lukewarm acceptance. Now that I'm older and my writing style has improved (I hope) I have made the decision to rewrite this story; as well as another story I wrote around this time.
If you reviewed/alerted/added it to your favourites before – I would love for you to redo that as it is better than the original

Disclaimer: The only reason I still do these things is so I won't get sued by some power hungry individual. There is no way I own or will ever in the possible future own One Tree Hill and its characters. Why would Leyton/Pucas be on the show if I did?
The premise of this story comes from The Game Plan; which I also do not own =)

Casey xXx

Even in the street outside a Chicago nightclub late at night, the music could be heard as it vibrated through the floors and into the people that were crowded onto the large dance floor as they continued to gyrate and dance to the music. On the outskirts of the floor several tables were scattered around; most of which were littered with empty beer bottles and glasses, the only evidence lying around that most of the twenty something's out dancing were inebriated. And even though most of the noise was coming from this dance floor, the real action was occurring behind the purple velvet rope that separated the main floor to the VIP floor, near the DJ's station.
It was here, on the opening night of this club, that Lucas Scott and the rest of the Chicago Bull's were sitting; watching the crowds of people in front of them with mild interest.

Lucas Scott was not hard to find among the basketball team; he was the dirty blonde one that was celebrating his recent three year contract to the club which included a pay packet in the six digits. He was also the one that had a swarm of girls fawning over him; trying to get him to notice them. His teammates watched the spectacle with interest – even though Lucas had these women throwing themselves on him he never seemed to show a large amount of attention. The newest Timbaland song started and unable to sit there any longer Lucas grabbed the arms of the two closest blondes to take with him to the dance floor. Just because they were cute and he was possibly going to take one or both home with him tonight didn't mean that he had to commit to them after tonight.

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Across the country; in small town Tree Hill, North Carolina Brooke Davis was getting ready to lock up for the night and go to sleep. She had spent the entire day working a double shift at the small café where she had been a waitress for the past seven years and she had come home to clean her small, modest home and cook dinner for her daughter who had watched a basketball game for the entire evening.
After locking the front door and turning off the main lights Brooke checked on her daughter Lauren before she went to bed. The girl's room which was painted pink – a remnant of her baby days when Brooke had surrounded her in the colour, was also covered in basketball posters and had a basketball hoop standing in the corner. Even though Lauren had lived in North Carolina her entire life she didn't follow the state's basketball team; it was the Chicago Bulls that she passionately supported despite her mother's attempts to change that. Partially closing the door, Brooke proceeded to her room where nearly every wooden surface was covered in photographs; whether of herself and her daughter or her friends from high school. On the nightstand table, one photo stood, it was of back when she was seventeen and she was blissfully happy with her boyfriend Luke.
Looking at her face now, Brooke couldn't believe that they were the same person, that the photo Brooke believed that nothing could possibly ever change.

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It was Brooke's turn to open the café the next morning, since the store's owner – Lauren's Grandmother; Brooke's would be mother-in-law had errands to run from the place. The first customer had just come in, carrying the daily tabloid paper and while Brooke waited for the coffee brewer to start up she took quick glances at the headlines.
Most of them had to do with last night's club opening in Chicago and its star attractions – the Chicago Bulls Basketball team who were celebrating the contract of twenty five year old star Lucas Scott. The picture that accompanied it showed Lucas dancing with two blonde girls who were barely legal; while he was clearly drunk. Brooke sighed as the customer paid for his coffee and left she hoped that when Lauren went to her Aunt and Uncle's place after school that Haley hadn't left the paper lying around somewhere for the little girl to discover it.

The day just seemed to drag on and on and Brooke could pinpoint to one specific reason; when Karen had arrived for the day the large plasma screen telly that was mounted to the wall to the side of the counter had been turned to the ESPN channel. Non-stop basketball.
"Karen…" Brooke complained as they flashed Luke's profile again, Brooke couldn't contemplate how one lousy contract could generate so much hype. She didn't need to continue any further for Karen knew what the girl she considered to be a daughter was thinking.
"He is my son." Karen reminded her. "And this is the only way I can see him." Big-shot Lucas Scott never called home anymore. As a recent interview started to roll, Brooke disappeared into the back kitchen to clean dishes so she wouldn't have to hear the voice of her ex-boyfriend, the voice that had told her three little very important words so many times.

"Luke, a lot of interest has surrounded your personal life, specifically your female friends. Is there something that we should know?" The nosy reporter asked; Brooke groaned even from the backroom with the door shut she could hear the television.
"I don't kiss and tell." She heard the familiar voice laugh. "But no, there's no special lady."
"We have noticed that you seem to have a particular attraction towards blondes…" The reporter just did not give up. "Is blonde hair something that has featured in past relationships?"
"Brunette; I always look for brunettes." Brooke didn't have to see his face to know that suddenly he was serious; she could hear it in his voice and unconsciously her wet, soapy hands reached up to touch the ends of her own brunette/raven coloured locks.
"Is there something your fans should be aware of…" Brooke wanted to throw something at that guy.
"There used to be…a long time ago."

"He'll realise one day." The last customer had left, and Brooke locked the front door to Karen's Café before sitting down and accepting the hot cup of coffee Karen had prepared for her. Karen smiled at the other woman. "I could see it when he was on screen earlier, he still does love you; and the Lucas you still love is there."
Brooke appreciated what Karen was saying but Lucas was never going to come back. Brooke finished the rest of her drink in silence and then picked up her coat kissing Karen on the cheek.
"Thanks for the talk Karen, I'll see you Monday."

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When Brooke arrived at her best friend's house she could hear her daughter's laughter emerging from the living room.
"Hales?" Brooke called out as she opened the front door herself. "Haley, Lauren?" She called out again. Haley James Scott appeared from the living room where her daughter's laughter had been coming from smiling herself.
"Hey Brooke, I wasn't expecting you just yet." She sounded surprised; Brooke didn't pay too much attention to it.
"I missed my daughter." Brooke smiled, putting her bag down; she would be here awhile. "Where is Lauren, normally she comes running."
"Oh, we were going through old photo albums." We obviously meaning Lauren and Haley as well as Haley's husband Nathan and their seven year old son James Lucas 'Jamie'.
"Eewww…." The simultaneous sound that emerged from Lauren and Jamie caused both adult's eyes to slide towards the closed door.
"What photos are you looking at?" Brooke whispered, inching towards the door.
"Uh, High school photo's." Haley had a sneaking suspicious what the photo was and Brooke wasn't going to be impressed.
"What is mummy doing?" Lauren asked in a large voice. Brooke opened the door to find Nathan looking like a deer stuck in the headlights. Brooke spotted the picture and groaned; Lucas, Haley, Nathan and Brooke had spent the day together at the beach and Haley had snuck up on Brooke and Lucas while they had been making out heavily and snapped a photo.
"Mummy, is that you and daddy? Do Aunty Haley and Uncle Nathan kiss like this?"
"Ew, that's disgusting." Jamie spoke up; of course his parents wouldn't do anything as revolting as that. Daddy would probably catch all kind of girlie cooties.
Brooke could already feel a migraine coming on as she tried to form a half decent explanation for something she thought wouldn't have to be explained for another three years minimum. It was situations like these when she wished that Lucas was here with her and Lauren to explain these situations to her.

A/N: First chapter completely re-written. This is just a preview, so it might be a little while before the next chapter comes so don't forget to review and tell me what you think of the revisions. I'm also revising the plot line to make it longer so as of right now I am also open to suggestions =)