This story is going better than anticipated. I'll probably have the final chapter up before midnight. (Probably even earlier) I really hope you enjoy this story. Reviews are much appreciated.

A slam of a door. Stomping up the stairs. A woman screams, the suitcase tumbles open. Blue. Suitcase. Blue. Suitcase. With a gasp Brooke sat up in bed. "What's wrong Pretty Girl?" Lucas asked as he walked over to her.

"Nothing bad dream."

"Haley there is no way I'm letting my son get near her!" Brooke heard Nathan yell from the hall. "To tell you the truth I don't even know why I'm here."

"Nathan I know you're not her biggest fan right now…"

"You're damn right I'm not."

"But you're here because you love me. And I think that it's about time we bring Jamie in to see his godmother."

"No. Subject me to her all you have to, but Jamie is not coming here. I won't have her in the same room as her. Hell I won't even have her in the same building!" Lucas squeezed Brooke's hand a little tighter.

"Fine Nathan. Why don't you just go home. I'll see you two there." Brooke winced as she heard the distinct sounds of Nathan storming out of the hospital. Soon Haley's bright face appeared in her doorway.

"How are you feeling today Brooke?"

"What's wrong with Nathan?"

"Oh him, who knows." Haley tried to act nonchalant. "I swear males can be so moody." Brooke knew that something was up just by reading the looks Lucas and Haley kept throwing at one another. But she didn't want to deal with it right now.

"Must be his time of the month," Brooke joked.

Thinking that she had fooled Brooke, Haley broke out into a smile. "Must be," she agreed. She bustled about the room, putting fresh flowers in the vase by the bed and straightening the cards. At that moment Peyton walked in.

"How you doing B. Davis-Scott?"

"Better if people would quit asking me that."

"What's this? Brooke Davis tired of being the center of attention. I thought this was the kind of thing that sustained you."

"Haha." Peyton pulled a chair up to Brooke's bedside.

"I'll leave you three to talk," Lucas told them.

"You don't have to go," Brooke tried to get him to stay.

"No, really I do. Too much estrogen for me." He kissed Brooke lightly, squeezed her hand, gave a wave to Haley and Peyton, and then walked out the door. Silence filled the room.

"Whatcha thinking about B. Davis-Scott?" Peyton asked her friend. Brooke looked from Haley to Peyton.

"Do you two think that maybe…if it's not too much to ask…that maybe you could fill me in on the past four years of my life." Her two friends smiled at her and then at one another.

"We'd be honored," Haley said with a chuckle. "Where's a good place to start. End of senior year maybe."

"Ok well you got kind of moody there for a while and you wouldn't tell Haley or me what was going on. You and Lucas were always walking around talking in hushed tones. Well then you two went and got engaged and of course then we knew what you two love birds were talking about all the time."

"You were student council president and you made a lot of good changes in our school. And you helped Nathan and me through our rough patch."

"I was pretty amazing wasn't I?' Brooke said with a smile.

"You still are," Haley informed her as she took Brooke's hand.

"But wait the story gets better. So we all graduate and then you and Lucas have a big wedding and everyone's there."

"I bet I looked hot," Brooke said with glee.

"Stop interrupting." Peyton adopted a storytelling voice. "And then you and Lucas decided to go to NYU together. You graduated with a degree in fashion design and he graduated with one in creative writing."

"And then…" Haley picked up the story. "Lucas finished his novel. It was pretty much a long love letter to you and he surprised you with it on your anniversary. He's got some interest in it and things are looking up for him."

"Enough about him what about me? Did I just tag along for the ride?" Her two friends laughed.

"Hardly," Peyton corrected her.

"You opened your own small fashion boutique, Clothes over Bros. And it's actually kind of taken off. You're scheduled to be in a New York fashion show next month."

"A real New York fashion show," Brooke squealed. "And what happens next?"

"Well you'll have to tell us Brooke," Peyton said with a serious look.

"Oh you mean that's all that happened before some nut job shot me in the head." Brooke rolled her eyes, but Peyton and Haley looked uncomfortable. "My life sounds like a fairy tale."

"It was," Peyton whispered.

"But then someone had to go and ruin it." Brooke got angry. At that point her nurse walked in. "Hey Betty," Brooke greeted her. The nurse gave a smile and then went on with her job. "So I have to ask the two of you a serious question, do you know who shot me?" Haley quickly covered her mouth with her hand and Peyton dropped her gaze to the floor. "You do know. You know who shot me! Who was it?" Neither of the girls looked up. "I asked who was it." Still silence. Brooke turned to her nurse. "Do you know?" Betty gave a start.

"I know you know and it'd be better for you if you'd just go ahead and tell me otherwise…." Brooke let the threat hang in the air. The nurse gave a look to the two other girls in the room, both of whom had tears streaming down their faces.

"No one's told her?" The nurse asked with an air of disgust. "Well if no one else's going to tell you, I might as well. You need to know." The nurse set down the items she was holding and turned to Brooke. "You shot yourself Mrs. Scott." Brooke's jaw dropped and Haley whimpered. "With your husband's gun. Held it to your head and fired. And if you ask me it was a damn waste of a bullet."