AN: Here is my newest fic. It might take a couple chapters, but I think you'll get into it. Thanks for all who take the time to read and review my story! :)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ONE TREE HILL. BUT THE PLOT OF THE STORY IS MINE.

Come Together

Chapter one: Out of the Blue

Brooke Davis opened her hazel eyes to snow falling outside her window. She rushed to the window in awe of the beautiful snow. Secretly, though she would never admit it, she loved winter. She could wear boots, big jackets, and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate on the subway. The phone rang and a startled Brooke rushed to answer it.

"Hello?" she said her voice still groggy from the lack of sleep. She was up the whole night going over some last minute designs to be looked over.

"Where are you?!" a voice snapped. Brooke giggled. It was Rachel, her best friend.

"Home," she answered as she walked towards the kitchen. She poured water into the coffee maker and waited.

"Well, hurry up and get to work!" she snapped.

Brooke scoffed, "I am the boss, and I come in when I want to."

"Oh, well, I guess that makes it all the more better! However, the people from the modeling agency are here an hour early!" Rachel hissed. Brooke's eyes widened.

"I'll be right there!" Brooke said as she hung up.

In a frantic hurry, she ran to her room and pulled out a ruby red dress shirt, dark jeans, and cheetah pumps; her secret weapons. Her body was going a hundred miles an hour throwing clothes on her. She entered her bathroom and put on her make-up, brushed her teeth and her hair. Quickly, she poured the warm coffee in a thermos and she was off.

It was not a long drive to her office, thank gosh. Brooke had loved the short commute to her office and apartment. That was one of the advantages of starting your own business; everything was the way you wanted.

Brooke had made it to her office in a record breaking ten minutes. She rushed into her office and saw Rachel waiting for her.

"Sorry," Brooke said as she handed Rachel her purse, coat, and coffee.

"Here," Rachel said as she handed her a folder, "Your report and design sketches."

Brooke frowned, "Lori didn't photograph the outfits yet?"

Rachel shook her head, "Nope, that lazy, fat cow. She is useless, except for cleaning out the mini fridge!"

Brooke grinned sheepishly, "Well, you talk to her and make sure she does it now!"

"Aye Aye Capitan!" Rachel joked as she walked off.

Brooke took a deep breath and entered the conference room where she found an older lady sipping tea. 'How proper,' Brooke thought. "Hello, I'm sorry about the wait."

The lady stood up and smiled, "Well, I am sorry for being an early bird."

Brooke shook her hand firmly, "I'm Brooke."

"Miranda," she returned.

"Well, Miranda, I just need three models for a fashion show later this month. Did you bring them with you?" Brooke asked.

The woman shook her head, "No, I brought a book full of portfolios of girls."

Brooke sighed, "Well, does it include measurements?"

"Yes," she said quickly.

"Well, thank you, Miranda," Brooke said as she stood up. Miranda nodded and followed Brooke to the front of the office. "Do you have my card?"

"No," Miranda said as she pulled out her phone.

"Hannah," Brooke called to the receptionist, "Give Miranda my card."

"Yes, ma'am!" Hannah said.

"Nice to meet you," Brooke said as she walked to her office. She sat down in her leather seat and swiveled around to face her computer. The bright yellow walls always kept Brooke awake. Her office was decorated with magazine covers that featured her work.

A knock on her door sent her out of her skin. Rachel came in and sat down across from Brooke. Brooke was happy that Rachel decided to be her head model. She was, after all, her best friend.

"Did you talk to Lori?" Brooke asked as she took a sip of her now cold coffee.

Rachel nodded, "She got a move on it. How was it with the old bat?"

Brooke groaned, "This lady needs a clock or something. She came to drop off a book instead of bringing models, which I requested."

"No, she needs to retire!" Rachel said with a laugh. Brooke smiled.

"You wanna pick out the models?" Brooke asked as she slid the book towards her.

Rachel raised a brow, "Seriously?"

Brooke nodded, "Yes, I have too much on my plate to even begin tackling that right now. I have to check on the outfits, call the fashion show people, design two more shirts for the store sales, check on the charity event that we are scheduled to make an appearance, and find a place for the launch party."

Rachel whistled, "Quite a lot on your plate there. I'll handle the models."

Brooke smiled, "Thanks. Oh, did the mail come yet?"

"Yeah, I'll get it from Hannah," Rachel said as she left.

Brooke opened up her work email. 125 new messages. Brooke groaned. She had five messages from different venues for the launch. She deleted them all.

"Here you go," Rachel said as she flopped them down on her desk. Brooke froze in shock. There was a stack of letters. Rachel sat back down in her seat. Brooke shuffled through the letters.

Bills. Bills. Fan mail. Fan mail. Fan mail. Letter from a magazine. Magazine people. Letter from Peyton Scott.

Brooke's heart stopped beating. She froze, unable to move. In her hands she held a letter that her once best friend, wrote. Her hazel eyes glanced at Rachel.

"It's a letter from Peyton," Brooke whispered.

Rachel looked at Brooke sympathetically, "Are you okay? Can no one do their job around here?! I will yell at Hannah once—"

Brooke shook her head, "No, it's okay. It must have just gotten stuck in the pile."

Rachel stared at her intently, "Are you going to open it?"

Brooke exhaled sharply, "I think so."

Brooke opened the letter quickly. She took a deep breath and held the card. She dropped the letter like a hot rock and gasped. It was a baby shower invitation. Rachel snatched the letter and dropped it.

"Ugh, no she is going to have some mutant spawn!" Rachel groaned. She was trying to make her friend cheer up.

Brooke sat there in silence. She hadn't heard from her since she got married to him. Brooke's eyes watered.

Lucas Scott was the one name she couldn't tolerate hearing. A picture of him would tear her to shreds. Lucas was her high school love. Though, he was awful to her, she always knew he was the one. Well, she thought until she found him in bed with her best friend, Peyton Sawyer.

Brooke sighed.

She had gone out with Lucas for two years and it all ended the same way, with Peyton. It stung to know that he wanted her. Why? Who knew. She left Tree Hill and moved to Brooklyn. A couple years later, she found out through Rachel that they were married. She completely broke down. For her, it was a sign of permanence that there would never be another Brooke and Lucas. Her heart had never mended and she had forgotten all about the boy who ran away with her heart. Brooke let a tear fall. Now, Peyton was going to be living Brooke's dream, having Lucas' child.

Flashback

"I had the greatest dream today," Brooke informed Lucas as he sat down on her bed. His electric blue eyes meet with hers for a while.

"What was it?" he asked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

Brooke giggled, "We got married and we had children; a boy and a girl."

"A boy and a girl?" Lucas repeated.

Brooke nodded, "Yeah, they were adorable!"

Lucas chuckled, "Just like their mommy."

Brooke grinned, "I love you, Luke."

"I love you too, pretty girl," he said as he kissed her passionately.

Slowly, Brooke pulled away, "I'm scared."

Lucas looked at her quizzically, "Why?"

"Because I want to have your child and be your everything," Brooke said as the tears began to fall.

Lucas laughed, "You are the only one for me."

End flashback

Rachel passed her friend a tissue, "Don't cry, Brooke."

Brooke wiped her eyes with the tissue, "Well, that was so unexpected."

Rachel nodded her head in agreement, "Definitely."

"Yeah, so I am going to get back to work…" Brooke said distantly.

"You know that you don't have to go, right?" Rachel said as she stood up. Brooke nodded her head and Rachel left. Brooke returned to checking her email and sighed.

"You look great!"

Brooke smiled as she continued to look at herself in the mirror. The Versace dress clung to her in all the right places and showed off her curvy shape. She brushed off a stand of hair from her left side. Her heart started to race, she was always nervous before a huge function.

"You are such a pretty girl," he said as he kissed her forehead.

She froze and felt her blood run cold, turning to face him, "What did you just call me?"

"Pretty girl?"

Quickly, she looked away and back at herself in the mirror. It was almost as if she could hear Lucas saying it in her head. She took a deep breath and tried not to let the memories flood back into her head. This was a big night for her and the past was going to have to stay out of things for a little while.

"What is this charity for?"

"It is a charity auction to benefit kids who are without a lot of their basic needs, such as clothes," Brooke informed him as she walked over to him.

"Oh, glad you asked me to be your date," he said with a grin.

"It's not every day that you get to date a player from the New York Giants," she said with a giggle.

He kissed her forehead, "Or you get to date the hottest woman on the planet."

Brooke giggled as she kissed his forehead. She was over the moon with joy when it came to Damon. They weren't officially dating, but she was enjoying whatever their relationship was. He was a great guy and she didn't want to mess it up by thinking about her ex.

"What's this?" Damon asked as he held up the invitation.

A wave of sadness washed over her every time that she had to look at the invitation. Not that she was rooting for them to fail, but she didn't think that they were going to be creating a family. Peyton was never the settle down and have a family type, at least from what Brooke remembered.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "That is an invitation for a baby shower for someone I used to know in high school."

Damon smiled, "How nice! Are you going to go?"

"I don't know," Brooke brushed it off.

Her heart was torn on what she wanted to do about the whole thing. Going back would mean facing her past and seeing everyone that hurt her. The concept of Peyton being pregnant made her want to throw up. She couldn't very well go there and everything was going to be like old times. The old times were long gone and impossible to ever retrieve.

She made her way out of her apartment without saying anything to Damon. This was not the time to scare him away with her speech about being broken, damaged goods. She smiled as the limo driver held open the door for her. Her body melted into the comfy leather seats.

"You wanna talk about it?" Damon asked after a while of sitting in the silence.

She could see out of the corner of her eyes that he was watching her. How was she going to explain this whole thing? Sure, she wanted to be open and honest with him, but this was just taking a toll on her.

"Maybe, if you get me drunk first."

Her eyes gazed outside the window. The city lights were beautiful at this time of night. That was one thing that Tree Hill didn't have and she had grown to love. Tree Hill was a small town, but New York City was big enough that you could escape reality for a little while.

The night was a success for the charity and her company. There was no escaping the press and their questions tonight. Who are you wearing? Word on the street is that you are dating an NFL star, care to comment?

Brooke groaned as she slid the tight dress off of her body. She was in desperate need of a massage. Her body trembled as the air conditioning kicked on and sent out a gust of chilly air.

She took a seat at her dining room table and poured herself a glass of wine. Now there was nothing to distract her from it, all she could do was think about the baby shower invitation and what she should do about it.

The table shook as her phone began to vibrate. She was getting a call from an unknown number. She furrowed her brows as she contemplated answering it. Finally, she decided that it might be an investor.

"Hello?"

Silence. Brooke repeated herself once more, but the other line was silent. She hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch. The phone began to vibrate again.

"What the hell?!" she muttered as she walked over to the couch. "Hello? If you're not going to say anything then I am not going to keep answering!"

"Sorry…"

"Who is this?" she asked softly.

"Peyton Scott…"

AN: Oh snap. Thanks for reading. I will do my best to give frequent updates!