Title: Wind

By: Allie

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, the town, or the personalities except those of my imagination. One Tree Hill belongs to none other than Mark Schwann.

Time: Takes place after everything that has happened except Peyton's pregnancy.

Author's Note: Sorry about the shortness, it has taken me about a year to get this far, but don't worry, I will update very soon. I am also looking for a beta, so if your qualified and interested, let me know!

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"Are you girls sure you are going to be fine here by yourself?" Brooke Davis asked her daughter, Allie, a bit worried about leaving her 14-year old twin daughters alone for the night.

"I am sure, we will be fine, I promise!" Allie exclaimed as this was the fifteenth time her mother had asked her that question.

"Yeah mom, I mean do you seriously think we're going to have any fun with Allie around?!" Kenzie exclaimed as she flopped on the couch and winked at her sister.

"Haha, not very funny Kenz," Allie smiled sarcastically.

"I know," McKenzie smirked," Besides we've got Grandma Karen and Sam checking on us every half hour."

Julian rushed into the living room," You know Brooke, I think we raised Sam to be a good little girl."

"But Sam's twenty-nine," Kenzie stated, as she knew twenty-nine was a little old to be a 'good little girl' and was mortified at the thought her mother and Julian would think of her that way forever.

"Exactly," Brooke replied as she gave Allie and Kenzie a peck on the forhead," Now we will only be gone for less than a day, the hospital's number is on the fridge and I'm sure you've got the rest. Keep the doors locked and keep the phone with you."

"Yes mother, we will be fine, now you guys should really go before Mia calls..again," Allie told her mother.

Julian was already out loading the car up and Brooke was half way out the door as she looked back on her two daughters," Fine, but remember; Allison Peyton Scott, and this applies to you too; McKenzie Haley Scott, I find out any one of you gets into trouble, there will be trouble."

With her warning she left the twins in silence.

Brooke and Julian were leaving to go to the hospital where Mia and Chase were having their first child. Allie and Kenzie could only imagine what their birth was like. See, Julian wasn't their father, Lucas Scott was. Brooke and Julian had found out they couldn't have kids, one thing Brooke had desperately wanted. So Lucas, their father, had agreed to well..father them. Around six months later Allison Peyton Scott and McKenzie Haley Julia Scott were born. They lived and were raised by Brooke and Julian, miles and miles away from their father and his wife; Peyton and their seven year old sister; Taylor-Brooke Maddie Scott.

McKenzie and Allison grew up with their sister Sam, who Brooke insisted lived with them up until five years ago when Sam learned she was expecting twins. The twins were now four years old; a boy named Ian Quentin Davis Walker, and a girl named Nahla Brooklyn Mia Walker.

Mia was practically Allie's favorite person in the world. Nobody but Mia had ever heard Allie's amazing voice. And Allie had always looked up to the older girl.

While Allie had always reminded Brooke of Mia, Kenzie vaguely reminded her of the person Sam was before she realized how her life was. Kenzie always takes dares and risks everything.

Allie looked out the window at the wind whipping around the leaves of the fallen branches. The rain was pouring. She turned her attention away from it and looked back at her sister. Kenzie was sprawled on the couch flicking to different channels every two seconds. Her medium shoulder-length brown hair fanned around her head and her light blue eyes flickered with the light of the television. Thinking about it, Kenzie looked almost identical to herself. Maybe except for the fact Allie's face was wider and she was shorter than her twin sister.

"Did you take your stuff today?" She asked her sister sitting on the other edge of the couch. McKenzie had what was called Panic Disorder. It started when she was three and from then she's been having panic attacks out of the blue. Her medication, which Kenzie didn't like called Meds because 'it sounds like I'm a crazy nutcase' she always said.

"Yes mother," Kenzie replied sarcastically. She knew Allie was only worrying about her for her own good. Her mother, Julian, and Sam constantly told her that. But sometimes she felt that it was the only thing Allie ever worried about.

There they sat into the late hours of the night watching movies and talking nonchalantly. By 2am they got a call.

Allie: Hello?

Caller: Allie? Oh my gosh, Mia had her baby!

Allie: Sam!

(By then Kenzie's attention had been achieved and Allie told her the news)

Sam: Yeah, it's a girl; Halleigh Grace Adams. 7lbs 11oz. A head full of black hair, she's gorgeous!

Allie: That's great! I can't believe she finally had her! Hey, where's mom?

Sam: Umm.. She isn't here Allie, when did her and Julian leave?

Allie: They left awhile ago, they should've been there by now..

Allie look at Kenzie worried with a questioning look, before she realized Kenzie's frightened gaze at the t.v. as she listened silently to what it was saying.

"We're reporting live from Intersection 32. I'm Linda Shaffer here with Channel 2 news. Right now we are att he crash site of two adults, a male and female. Their silver Lexus had crashed in a ditch of the side of the Interstate only a couple of hours ago. The female did not survive and the male is in critical condition at the Honourville Community Hospital. No other information is being left out to the public currently..."

As tears gathered behind Allie's eyes, ones had already begun leaking out of Kenzie's.

Sam: Allie! Allison! What is going on?!