I'm not yet convinced I can expand this into a full story, but here's a companion one shot that I hope will answer a few questions.

Her breath caught in her throat as she listened to her messages. It had been years since she'd heard his voice, and now he was here in her city and he wanted to see her, to celebrate with her. It wouldn't be difficult to delete the message and pretend she never got it. But she couldn't pretend the leap in her heart wasn't there. Lucas Scott was in New York and if she met him as he asked it would be the first time she'd seen or spoken to him since that night. It was quite a feat of her own engineering that this was so. She'd always flown to visit Haley, Nathan and Jamie while he visited Peyton. If they crossed paths it was on separate flights in mid air. When she was in their shared apartment alone she call screened, never answering until she knew it wasn't him. Peyton had never questioned the numerous coincidences that she was going to Tree Hill just as Lucas was coming to L.A. Brooke wondered if she had any idea why or whether she truly did believe that many coincidences were possible. She wondered if he knew. If she had to put her money on an option it would be that neither knew, both blondes had always been dense when it came to her feelings for the brooding blonde. She knew however without question that of course Nathan knew. She had never said a word to him, but he knew. Haley would have explained at some point over the years. Perhaps because he was questioning the situation, perhaps not. It all depended on how perceptive Nathan had become. Or maybe that was under estimating him, he wasn't quite the dumb jock everyone had always taken him for.

She pressed delete and wished she was able to erase him from her heart as easily as she could delete his voice from her machine. She fought against the urge to go and get her box of secret belongings from the top of her closet. She had more than enough things on her mind with regards to Victoria's expansion plans without opening Pandora's Box. It was the past and it was much better kept there. A wiser move would be to make a start on the designs for the new line. Brooke never better than anyone how work could be healing, a fantastic diversion from a broken heart. She'd not considered her heart broken in a long time but hearing his voice she knew she was still not quite over him. One day she would be, but not today.

He tried to pretend he wasn't scanning the crowd for her, that he was completely focussed on the people who were offering him his dream. That the woman who was to be his editor was holding his attention above all else. But he couldn't help searching for brunette hair, hazel eyes and cute dimples. The first time he'd flown out to visit Peyton he had been looking forward to seeing the brunette too. He'd almost been amused when he'd casually asked where she was and Peyton told him that by some strange coincidence she was flying out to visit Haley, Nathan and Jamie. It wasn't until his third visit that he began to question it. He never voiced his thoughts to Peyton, how could he without alerting her to something that may have happened. The fact was Brooke Davis never visited his family unless he was visiting her roommate. In all the time the girls had lived together not once had Brooke answered the phone. When the suspicions had first started he'd wondered if he was paranoid. After a while he'd become certain that he was not. Brooke was resolutely avoiding him.

It was unfair given that they'd promised to remain friends forever that night. He hated not seeing her, never speaking to her. He needed her as much as he needed the air he breathed. Being so removed from her was like torture. He couldn't appear too interested in Brooke to Peyton and Haley always seemed to find ways of diverting the conversation whenever she was mentioned for too long. He never asked Haley if she knew but he suspected she did. Lindsey finally got his attention when she asked whether the couple in the book were still together. He didn't really have anything to say to answer her. It wasn't like he was prepared to tell a complete stranger that he'd proposed and been rejected. Nor was he about to admit that he was more concerned with Brooke right now than he was with Peyton's rejection.

She grinned at him as the crowd parted and he spotted her. She couldn't help the way her pulsed raced when she saw him, nor stop the spread of desire that hit the pit of her belly. The delight that raced through her veins at how happy he seemed to see her. She'd been crazy to believe she wouldn't come here. Deep in her heart she knew the truth was that the second his voice told her he was here she was coming to see him. she'd withheld for all of an hour, which admittedly was quite impressive. An hour in which she pretended to be sketching but in truth was to wrapped up in thoughts of him to be doing any work.

He felt a huge weight fall from his shoulders when he saw her. He'd almost given up on the idea of her coming, with good reason. If she'd avoided him for so long why should now be any different? The fact he was on her turf and his arrival was unexpected probably meant nothing except that she'd not had time to run away. The sight of her took his breath away and his heart slowed as she glided closer to him. Brooke Davis had always been the most beautiful girl in the room, but now she wasn't a girl anymore. She was clearly a woman, a woman with beauty and strength, such poise and grace that lust ignited his skin. Memories of the last time he saw her assaulted his senses. Suddenly the haze that had covered that night was lifted and he was able to remember the smell of her, the feel of her body writhing with his, the taste of her skin. He tried to calm himself before she reached him, before any of the people around them noticed his raging hard on. He reached out to her as she stopped inches away. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms, but knew it was not an option until he calmed down. He settled from placing his hands on both her arms, one moved up to her face. He touched her reverently as though he could not quite believe she was really there.

The bolt of lust that hit her solar plexus made her knees weak and her panties wet as she gushed desire. A touch of his hand to her arm was enough to light every single sense in her, she wanted to be in his arms, wanted nothing more than to connect with him like they'd done the last time they'd seen each other on the beach. The memories she locked away from that night burst into her mind, pushing her desire up several notches as she remembered just how complete she felt with his rock hard thrusting cock inside of her. She hated to think how she'd melt if they hugged and yet couldn't stop herself propelling herself into his arms. She felt his dying hard on return with a harsh rage as it pushed against his trousers and into her. Clearly he wanted her as much as she wanted him. this had definitely been a mistake.

He cursed his lack of control as she hugged him, his boner had almost died until she was in his arms. There was no doubt that she could feel it pressing against her. He was embarrassed beyond belief as she stepped back from him. Brooke Davis never blushed, until tonight. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to open and swallow him. He doubted very much she was aware of his sudden break up with Peyton, she probably thought he was a horny teenager. Somehow he was just unable to control himself when memories of her hot wet pussy swallowing his cock as he sucked her breast and teased her nipple would refuse to leave his fevered brain.

"You up for getting some dinner with a struggling designer now you're a hot young author?"

She couldn't quite believe how this evening was going, she thought she'd done a pretty good job of hiding her desire from him, desire that had evaporated the second he told her why Peyton wasn't here celebrating with him. she caught the flash of pain in his eyes as he told however much he tried to pretend it wasn't destroying him. perhaps getting completely wasted on free drink because everyone thought the rock he showed her was a sign of their engagement wasn't the best idea given the circumstances, but when had she ever done the smart thing where Lucas was concerned.

As the guy giving them the carriage ride asked about their plans for the future Lucas remembered exactly how he'd seen their lives working out. When he'd disappeared to look at colleges with his mom after Keith's death Brooke might have seen it as him moving away from her, at every place he'd looked he'd seen past the college and seen the future beyond it. Graduating and proposing to her, getting married as they both had success in their careers. Children before they hit thirty. He'd even pictured them in his head, their two strong, handsome boys and their beautiful princess. He'd seen a little girl who was an exact replica of a young Brooke Davis – but much more loved by her parents than Brooke had been. That was the future he outlined to the man as Brooke sat beside him.

She felt her stomach drop at Lucas' words. The 'plans' for their future together. Her pulse quickened when he mentioned children and she couldn't help but wonder whether he would have been right in his part prediction. Would they have had a son, or a daughter?

Her stomach lurched as the second blue line appeared in front of her eyes. So much for a goodbye no one else would ever know about. She thought wryly. She dropped the stick in the trash can, then picked it back up. There was no way she wanted Peyton to find it. She felt herself slick with sweat and jumped up, turning fast to throw the lid to the toilet she'd been sat on up and vomit into it. She vaguely remembered Haley saying morning sickness only started at around 6 weeks, she wondered whether this was the start or whether it was fear. Fear because she had no idea how to break this bombshell to the people she loved. Her first thought wasn't him, it was her. After everything she'd said when Peyton had betrayed her she had done something worse. Peyton betrayed her emotionally, she fell in love. But she'd never slept with Lucas while they were together. Brooke had spent days feeling like the lowest scum in the world after they'd embarked for L.A. Peyton had been heartbroken to leave Lucas behind, Brooke had been glad. She knew she couldn't handle being with him, or rather near him. Nor could she deal with watching them. The guilt was eating her alive as it was. She questioned why on earth she'd done it, but the truth was that in the moment it had felt completely natural to have one last time together to bid farewell to the hell that had been their failed high school romance. No one other than them ever really accepted their love had been real, for everyone Peyton had lurked in the back of their relationship. Brooke was smart enough to know everyone thought Lucas was killing time with her until Peyton realised she loved him. Brooke had the same thought at the time, in retrospect she had been able to see the realness of their love. It was too late by then admittedly but they'd needed closure. That night had been closure. Only now it appeared it had opened a new chapter in their doomed love triangle rather than closing the book on it altogether.

Peyton would obviously have to be told, Brooke knew the easiest option at this point would be to destroy all evidence of that night. But she'd known that it wasn't an option before she'd had her fears confirmed. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that this would end their relationship. Peyton would never forgive either of them. However much Peyton Sawyer loved Lucas Scott this would destroy them. Peyton would never want to speak to either of them again. She had been the one to push Lucas to Peyton, now she was the one that would take him away. She destroyed their relationship like Peyton had destroyed hers. The only difference was Brooke had been naive, she'd truly believed that there was no way that night could change a thing.

Finally she thought of Lucas, this would destroy the life he was creating for himself. And somehow she was going to have to find a way to tell him.

Lucas noticed the sudden change in her, clearly his picture of their future was not what she wanted. The evening's jokey atmosphere dissipated and he bitterly regretted pushing too far. He stumbled from the carriage and she told him she'd help him to his hotel room. Her body supported his as they went from the lobby to the elevator to his room. He fumbled with his key card and she took it from him and opened the door. He fell back onto the bed, looking up at her. Since discussing Peyton any lustful feelings for Brooke had fallen by the wayside, but just then they rushed back up him.

She saw the change in his eyes, felt the sudden charge in the air. This had been a mistake, she should have sent him up to his room alone. But knew he'd never have made it. Which was exactly the reason this was pure insanity. He was completely drunk off his ass, he'd broken up with Peyton only twenty four hours ago – after proposing to her. This would be completely without question the worst thing she could ever do. Regardless of that she felt the flood of warmth to her sex, the rush of her hot, juice of her desire. All that from a look. Lucas Scott had utterly dominated her body. She knew this without question, she'd slept with more men than she cared to admit before him and a few after him. None of them lit her body on fire like he could. He did it without trying.

He pushed himself up on his elbows and grabbed her hand. He could read the signals well and knew she wanted him badly, that she was fighting against her logical, sensible brain. He pulled her sharply, caught off guard she fell forward landing on him. she pulled back enough that her face was inches from his. He wanted to kiss her but she held back. Instead his left hand darted up her dress, she had little chance to tell him to stop before he reached her panties. He imagined they were see through with wetness, he knew she was melting for him. whatever she may be trying to do she was desperate for him. she ached for him. all this he knew, her breath hitched in her throat, he knew it was anticipation of him touching her that had her like this.

She moaned deep in the back of her throat as his finger caressed her liquid hot core, all thoughts of how wrong this was dissipated. She fumbled with the buttons on his pants and slipped her hand inside his boxers, wrapping her hand lightly around his swollen cock. She heard the sharp intake of breath from him and grinned. Clothes were shed in record time and she felt a blinding ecstasy as he slid inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, pushing him further inside of her. He moved rhythmically, in and out. When he withdrew he was almost completely out of her, ramming back inside of her touching her g-spot with slow, leisurely vigour. Spots swam behind her eyes and she raked her fingers down his back, panting and moaning. She felt the white hot passion rush to her sex as she was brought to a body shuddering orgasm, she felt him shudder inside her as her sex tightened around him, sending him over the edge shouting her name.

Spent the pair rolled away from each other, Lucas was asleep almost instantly. She wasn't particularly surprised nor upset by that. Lucas was the one who had kept her up for hours talking and cuddling after they made love when they were together. Not the typical male stereotype at all. This time she was glad, she looked down at him as her senses returned to normal and she once again felt the sense of dread. Lucas had been wasted, she wondered whether he'd remember come morning. She guessed he'd regret it. With that thought she knew there was no way she could stay the night with him. She slid open her phone and checked the time, it was four a.m. Definitely past time she went home. Quietly she gathered her shoes, dress and underwear. Slipping them on she couldn't resist the temptation to press a kiss against Lucas' lips. It would be a long time before they saw one another again. Just like before. Their passion it seemed could not be contained, but like oil and water they simply did not mix.

Despite the amount he'd drunk the previous night he woke with a clear head – and an empty bed. His first thought was that she must be in the bathroom, but deep down he knew better. He knew she'd have gone home while he slept. His timing was as usual terrible. He wasn't proving himself trustful to her at all. Their first forbidden night was when he and Peyton were together, their second the night after he'd proposed to Peyton. It didn't look good that much he admitted. He looked like a man who wanted his love, and his lust. He knew her well enough to know she was berating herself for acting like the whore everyone in high school had thought she was. He groaned deeply as he sat up, at a total loss as to what words he would be able to say to convince her that despite the terrible circumstances he did indeed love her. He certainly hadn't been looking for sex when he'd called her last night. He'd wanted to share his moment with her. Who do you want standing next to you when your dreams come true? Both girls had asked the same question of him, he'd given the opposite answer to the girl who asked. Would he have wanted Peyton in New York with him if she'd agreed to marry him? Would he have still called Brooke? Brooke was the first to congratulate him on the championship win. Peyton was the first on his coaching victory. Both had become dreams for him. This time it was Brooke, would the next be Peyton? He had no idea, what he did know was he couldn't walk away from her again

Slept had eluded her the previous night and instead she had ripped the scabs from her wound and pulled the box from her closet. She felt the tears slipping down her cheeks as she remembered the pain. She'd eventually given in to the tears and fallen into a fitful sleep around seven, she glanced up disorientated and saw it was now nine thirty. The incessant banging on the door had brought her round and she rushed to answer it. It would probably be the messenger Victoria was sending over with the write up of her expansion plans. She was stunned to find Lucas Scott on the other side of her door. Wordlessly she let him in and watched him as he paced. She knew he was searching his brain for the words he thought he needed.

"Has she called you?" He stopped short and looked at her almost pained.

"I'm not here to tell you I'm going back to her."

"Then what do you want?" She held her breath, half of her wanting him to declare his love, the other half praying for all their sakes he didn't.

"You know I didn't come looking for what happened last night, I never look for that with you it's more than sex. But you just do something to me and my brain loses control and my lust takes over. Brooke I still love you, I never forgot what we did, what we were." She was very conscious of the fact she was stood there in barely there pyjamas without even having brushed her teeth or hair.

"Luke, can I just get dressed and take a shower?" He frowned but nodded anyway. She raced upstairs and into her en-suite, twisting the knobs on the shower. She needed time away from him before her lust addled brain went back into overdrive. She felt like Lucas was about to offer her a future and she was lost as to what to say. Peyton would be devastated – but Peyton obviously didn't want to marry him. She'd said no. She had the opportunity and she said no. Did that mean that she no longer loved him? Did Peyton's lack of interest even matter, surely the fact was that Lucas had proposed was what mattered, the answer was negligible. She wrapped her towel around her and brushed her teeth. First she'd get dressed and then she'd listen to what he had to say. She was obviously getting ahead of herself. She opened the door and found a shell shocked Lucas sat on her bed. Surrounded by her memories. When he realised she was there he looked up. The pain in his eyes almost killed her.

"You slept with me last night and you're pregnant?" He held the scan picture up to confront her and she felt her jaw go slack in shock.

"Of course not, Lucas I've not slept with anyone since you on the beach. Chase and I broke up after I got to L.A. I couldn't face it with him after..." Realisation began to dawn on him.

"This is from back then? You were pregnant after the beach?" She nodded and cast her eyes down. "Peyton never knew then?" It was a stupid question he knew, no way would Peyton have stayed with him if she'd known he'd impregnated her best friend. He stood then anger blazing through him. "How could you not tell me?" She flinched back in awe of his anger.

"I was going to Lucas, I swear. But I was scared of what it would do to us all so I didn't. The longer I left it the harder it was – then it didn't matter anymore and it seemed crazy to destroy your life when I didn't have to."

"Scared? You killed our child because you were scared? Peyton would have been hurt and yeah it would have ended us, but we would have made something Brooke. How could you?" The coldness in his voice stunned her and left her cold. The fury in his eyes left her weak, but the words themselves broke her heart. How could he think that of her? Before she knew it the imprint of her hand was red on his cheek and she realised she'd slapped him.

"Lucas I'm sorry I never meant to..." he cut her off savagely.

"Never meant to hit me, to kill our baby – or for me to find out. I was going to tell you I loved you Brooke that I wanted to give us the shot we never let ourselves have before. Now I can't even look at you." He stormed out and she didn't follow. She sank to the floor, tears rushing down her face. Did he know her at all? She hadn't ever planned on him knowing. Why would she?

As the cramps took hold of her she sobbed. The curtain was pulled back and in rushed a tired Haley. Haley sat beside her and held her hand as Brooke was near doubled in pain. The ache in her heart however was greater.

"Haley..." her voice broke on a sob. Haley smoothed back her hair, squeezed her hand and whispered soothing noises.

"It's going to be okay Brooke, I promise." Brooke knew better. It would not be okay, nothing would be okay again. She'd woken the previous day knowing something was wrong. By midday she'd taken herself to the emergency room, the pain was so great. Waiting for a doctor she'd begun to bleed. They'd rushed her through. She'd called Haley. Haley had flown out knowing nothing other than the fact Brooke was in hospital, in tears and wanted no one there but Haley – nor did she want anyone else to know. The doctor told her that even though she was over the twelve week danger period it was not certain. Nothing in life was certain.

"It's Lucas'" Brooke had not told a soul she was pregnant, she had to tell Lucas first and as she hadn't been able to find the words yet she had told no one. Now she was admitting the truth to Haley, she needed her friend badly and she wanted to share this pain with someone. Haley for her part continued to soothe her friend. Recognising the signs on what was happening even though the doctor had briefed her when she arrived. She remembered the night of Rachel's party, before they all went their separate ways. She remembered the kiss she'd witnessed between the two ex lovers, and she had suspected it had been more than a kiss before she'd discovered them. She'd never asked and neither had shared. Life continued on, only now she realised just how much the two had shared. Lucas did not know, that she was sure of. Therefore Peyton did not know either. She understood instantly that this was something between her and Brooke.

Brooke felt a stickiness between her legs and the tears rolled fresh down her cheeks. It was over, the life she'd dreamed of was over. Her baby, Lucas' baby was dying inside her. She was having a miscarriage.