Scarlet Stain.

Summary: Brucas. Begins a little after shooting in season 3. Brooke believes Lucas only wants her and really loves Peyton because he saved her. Can he convince her that he loves her and her only?

A\N: So I'm sort of new to the One Tree Hill world. Not really, I got through all six seasons pretty quickly but I'm most likely not going to watch season seven when it comes out..
Anyways. I'm Shelby, and I've been a Sophia Bush fan for a long time, just not as much as I am now, because of One Tree Hill. And I liked Chophia too and I'm very sad that they aren't together anymore, but it's so obvious that Chad still loves her, I mean, why would he be engaged for five years, hmm? Sorry. Getting off track. So, first thing, I am a huge Brucas fan. No Leyton, no Peyton. Nuff said. So if you are not a Brucas fan and you like Leyton then I highly suggest you don't read it :)

I know, I know my summary sucks, I'm usually good at that sort of thing but.. my mind was totally blank for that. Now this storys beginning does not mean I'm gonna stop writing my other stories, because I won't. No way. I haven't posted anything in a while.. Not that I don't have any inspiration, because I do, and lots of it, but I just can't seem to get it on paper.. Or on virtual paper. Whatever. :D hehe, anyways, this starts after the shooting, which is ridiculous, I know but I couldn't think of a better time so.. hope you like it. (:

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Brooke watched with her heart beating wildly, her hand at her throat as her best friend was taken away from Lucas by a paramedic and she was immediately rushed to the hospital. She tried desperately to hold the oncoming tears as she saw Lucas hug his mother and come toward her. She covered her mouth as a sob ripped from her throat and she moved into his embrace, sobbing weakly onto his chest.

He murmured sweet nothings into her ear, closing his eyes and wishing that this day never happened. At least Brooke was safe, he thought as they both walked to his mom's car, both refusing to let go of each other.

"Lucas Scott?" A voice asked and Lucas turned around to see a police officer\detective.

"That's me," He said, walking up to him with Brooke at his side and his mother behind.

He looked at him with squinted, concerned eyes. "You know Keith Scott?" and at Lucas's nod, he continued. "I think you should come with me. Alone."

Looking back at Brooke, she silently nodded, reluctantly letting go of her tight grip on his hand and he followed the detective, glancing backwards at the two women he loved more than anything.

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Feeling numb, Lucas collapsed onto his bed, exhausted from the whole week. Everyone had finally left and he was relieved to be alone.

He lay on his bed for hours, falling in and out of sleep and when he couldn't go back to sleep, he groaned in irritation and looked at his phone on the bedside table. He should call Brooke. She could always make him feel better. Or at least, in this case, slightly better.

The lonely feeling seemed to envelope him as he sat there and he quickly reached for his phone, clicking on the one and Brooke immediately answered.

"Oh, Lucas, I'm glad you called. Is everything okay?" The raspy voice asked.

"No, Brooke," Lucas said, "I need you. Can you come over?"

He heard a sigh of relief and felt confused. "Of course."

There was a knock at the door ten minutes later and Brooke opened it without giving him time to actually get it.

She sat down next to him on the bed, placing her small hand on his shoulder, silently comforting him.

Tears rushed to his eyes as the emotions flooded his mind and he knew he didn't need to feel ashamed to cry in front of Brooke. She wouldn't judge or tease him.

She crooned in his ear, holding him close to her and she kissed his a tear away, stroking his cheek.

"You know, that's what I love about you," He said randomly and she looked startled.

"W-what?"

"I love how you're always there for people, always ready to comfort, ready to make them laugh. I love that about you."

She gave him a small smile. "Lucas.."

"Brooke." He interrupted, grinding his teeth. "I'm really hurting right now. My mom has pretty much blamed everything that happened on me." And at her horrified expression, he held his hand up to stop her from saying anything and he continued. "Somehow - I - I think it is my fault, you know? Because if I never went in there, he never would have and he would still be alive and.." He trailed off, overwhelmed by the situation.

"Lucas, Lucas," Brooke stopped him, putting a hand on his arm. "This is not your fault, okay? At all. You and I and everyone else knows that if you were never in that school that Keith would've went in there anyways because he was a great person." Brooke paused and half smiled, stroking his hair. "Just like you."

Lucas sighed and sat up, bringing her up with him as he faced her. "Brooke."

"Lucas." Brooke said, her lips twitching into a smile.

"I'm.. really feeling lonely, you know? I mean, I know I have you but.. Well, I need someone. I need you."

Brooke swallowed, somewhat nervously. He was depressed. And most likely angry.

Reading her expression, he said, with clenched teeth: "I'll only be angry if you don't help me through this."

Not knowing what to say, she nodded and he touched her bare shoulders, lowered her on the bed.

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Brooke opened one eye, then the other, adjusting them to the sunlight. She blinked twice and befuddled, sat up in the bed and she jumped when she felt the warm body next to her move.

She sat there waiting, not knowing if she should wake him up or not. He didn't budge. The events of the night before filled her mind and she suddenly, much to her surprise, felt dirty. Not in the slutty sort of way but as if he only wanted her body and nothing else.

For the first time in her life, Brooke Davis felt used. Dirty and used.

Feeling a strong urge to sob endlessly, she sniffed and rising up from the bed, she gathered her clothes, put them on and quietly went to the door.

With her hand on the knob, she turned around to look at him once more and her eyes began to blur her vision.

Silently, she went up to his sleeping, exhausted form and she wanted so badly to hate him for using her and making her so vulnerable. Before Lucas, Brooke had always been the bounce - back kind of girl. She never really showed her emotional side. She never had parents who cared. And no matter how badly she wished to hate him, she could never, for she loved him.

She reached a hand out and fondled his hair gently, swallowing the sudden lump in her throat. It was over, she hated to admit. She was hurt, once again, when he had promised he wouldn't hurt her.

That's not fair, a small voice echoed, he's in pain, he needs someone. Just be happy he picked you.

He only picked me because he's too nice and he knows I'm his girlfriend. He really wants Peyton, Brooke argued with herself.

But that small voice still objected. Then why did he say he loves you that night you got back together? Why did he want you back?

Out of pity, Brooke almost said out loud, frustrated.

You're being ridiculous, Brooke, the voice said, he loves you and only you and he needs you, so, go to him.. Comfort him.. Listen to him..

Annoyed, Brooke looked to Lucas again and shook her head, turning toward the door and quietly, she walked out, convinced it was Peyton, her best friend, that Lucas, her boyfriend wanted.

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A\N: Usually at this point, most writers would be like "well leave a review if you think I should continue" but I, however, know exactly where I'm going with this but only if I get a decent amount of reviews will I continue it (: and please feel free to correct me on anything or if I spelled something wrong. Criticsm is welcomed. But no insults.

Shelby.