Pilot, Can You Help Me?
By: MissUnderstood92
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the ideas in my head :)

Lucas, who are you without Brooke?

"I'm nothing" He replied quickly, the answer rolling off his tongue like his own name. "Without Brooke in my life, I don't have a purpose, or any goals. I haven't written in these six months because she is my inspiration" He looked back at the therapist. "She's the reason I keep living"

You have two successful novels. Both of which you wrote about a woman other than Brooke. Doesn't that mean at one point in your life, you were something without her?

"The Comet was about her" He corrected "What I mean is, the comet itself might have been Peyton, but what it brought, direction and meaning, was Brooke. Peyton brought Brooke to me, and also, Brooke was in my first novel. She's always been an extremely large part of my life, and she always will be." Brooke shot him a half smile, and he returned it, nodding his head. "I love her"

What about you Brooke? Who are you without Lucas?

"I'm scared to think about it" She replied after a good minute or so. "Before Lucas and I began going out again, I worked all the time, and I just wasn't happy" She played with her hands a bit as she tried to get the words out right. "But with Lucas, I'm happy everyday. Maybe not all day, but everyday, I'm happy. Well, before the accident I was happy. I still love Lucas, but I don't know what it is, I just can't let myself be happy anymore"

Why do you think you feel that way Brooke?

Brooke shooke her head slightly. "I'm not sure. I guess I feel guilty for going on with Georgie and doing all the fun things with him that we were supposed to get to do with Mattie too."

So you would punish Georgie for that?

"I would never punish Georgie for that. It wasn't his fault" She paused for a second, letting the therapist's words sink in. "But I'm doing it anyway" She added softly. Lucas moved toward her at this, putting his hands over hers. "Hey, it's okay. You just need time, remember?" He gave her a small smile as she looked up at him. "Just take it a step at a time"

What about you Lucas? We seem to be focusing all our attention on Brooke's reaction to the accident. It seems like you've put your feelings on the backburner here. How do you feel about all of this?

"I'm really sad that he's gone. I mean, he was only a month old, but Brooke and I loved him and Georgie just as much as we love each other" He hadn't talked about he felt about this whole thing in a while. He put his feelings away so he could help Brooke, so it was hard for him to get out just what he wanted to say. "I feel bad calling Georgie 'big guy' and all those names because I was supposed to do that with Mattie too" He had much the same feelings of guilt as Brooke, just hidden "I haven't touched a basketball to play with him because that was supposed to be our thing. Me, Georgie, and Mattie; we would go to the rivercourt and I'd teach them how to shoot a basket, with Brooke yelling on the sides telling me to be careful with them" Brooke put a comforting hand on his thigh as he finished speaking.

Who's to say you can't do it with Georgie still? Mattie might have been a month old, but he loved you two. He would want you to be happy, even if you think he didn't know what he wanted.

The two stared at each other for a second. They hadn't realized how much this affected their other son as well. Well now they just felt like bad parents. "Does that make us bad parents though? That we've been focusing on our grief and not our son?" Lucas asked quietly as Brooke looked up from the spot on the ground.

Of course not. You were grief-stricken and you needed time to heal, but you've been given time. You two need to start living your lives again. So as we finish up today, I'm giving you two your next assignment. Play with Georgie this week. Brooke, take him out to the park or something. Walk if you want, it will give you more time with him. Lucas, play with him with a basketball, read to him, do whatever makes you happy with him.

It was decided that Brooke, Georgie, and Lucas would go to the park that afternoon, after having lunch. Georgie was sleeping while Brooke and Lucas were eating their lunch, and the house was quiet, the two finding themselves in an everyday occurance of silence. "Do you think he loves us less because we're spending less time with him?" Her raspy voice ran through her husband's ears, and he gave her a confused look.

"I don't think so. He's still a baby, and he still hates when we're not around, so I'm pretty sure he loves us a lot" Lucas couldn't say for sure. No one could, because no one knew. "I know what you mean though" He added after a minute "I sometimes wonder what if Mattie hadn't died, and we were all still a family" He noted Brooke's stiffening when he spoke of their late son, but he continued anyway "I wonder what kind of trouble those two would've gotten into when they got older, and if they would always have the other's back, and we would need to have another baby so that you wouldn't be cornered by boys all the time, and you could have the little girl I know you've always wanted"

"And the picnics, and school plays, basketball practices, piano lessons, soccer games, and family dinners" Brooke added, sniffling as her voice began to crack. "It's hard, Luke. I want to fill the void I have for him. He took a piece of my heart with him. And every time the wind blows, it just hurts like hell, I feel it going through me because he's not here anymore. I want my baby boy back, Lucas. I would give anything to have him back for just one more minute, so I could tell him how much I love him, and how much I wanted to save him" She was crying now, and he could see it. The tears fell onto their dark wooden table, and Lucas moved toward her, snaking his arm around her waist.

"I know baby, I know" He repeated as she cried into his chest, running his hand through her dark brown hair and kissing it over and over. "If I could fix this, I could Brooke. But I can't. We have to stick together Pretty Girl. It's just you and me; no one else. Through good times and bad, remember?"

Brooke squealed as Lucas picked her up bridal style into his arms and walked into the hotel room. "Luke! You'll wrinkle my dress!" He laughed, shaking his head at her "We already got married! It's not like you're using this dress again to go to a party or something" He smirked a bit, resting her down in the bedroom of the honeymoon suite. "I know, but our daughter will wear it on her wedding day" Brooke reasoned, tilting her head up and kissing her husband lightly."What if we don't have a daughter?" Lucas asked with a raised eyebrow, moving to lay down next to his wife, running a hand through her hair.

"Oh trust me, we'll have a daughter. Even if it takes us a million boys later, we'll keep trying" She smirked, laughing at the sheer horror Luke had on his face after hearing of having a million kids. "Hopefully we hit a girl before three," She smirked, leaning into him and pecking him quickly. "because it would definitely be a dream come true to have two boys and a girl" Lucas smiled at her dream. "You'd be an amazing mother, you know that?" Brooke gave him a small smile "No really, you would Brooke. Mostly from the fact that your parents were so terrible. You know exactly how a child shouldn't be raised. And you're probably the funnest person I know"

"Most fun" Brooke laughed, correcting him "but thank you. I love you for all that, and I think you'd be a pretty good dad too" She rested her head on his chest, then looked up at him, her face changed from happy to serious in a matter of a minute. "Tell me you'll never leave me?" Brooke asked, almost terrified. "Tell me you'll be with me through everything we'll ever encounter in our lives" He looked down into her eyes and ran a hand down her cheek. "I'll be here for the rest of your life Brooke; through everything. Death, life, happiness, sadness, good times, bad times, and even those times where it's not good or bad. I'll be there everyday of your life, loving you like no man has loved you before. I'll even let you die first so you don't have to live a second without me" He told her, leaning down and kissing her forehead lightly. "I love you" She smiled softly, closing her eyes as he kissed her forehead. "I love you too, Brooke Penelope Davis-Scott"

Brooke nodded, remembering their wedding night. Most people spent theirs having sex all night. But them? No way. They had to be different, and so just like on their reunion night in high school, they spent the night talking, and assuring their love for the other over and over again until the sun came up and they slept the day away. "You promised I could die first" She whispered, looking back up at him. "So that I would never have to live without you. But why couldn't he promise that too? Why couldn't Mattie tell me I could die first, but because I'm the mother, and I'm supposed to. He's supposed to bury me; not the other way around." Lucas nodded, pulling her fully into his arms as she cried against his neck, soaking the neckline of his white crew t-shirt. "He didn't know baby...he didn't know" He told her, kissing her head repeatedly as he tried to comfort her.

She took her head off from his neck when she heard a small cry coming from upstairs. "I'll get him" She moved from the table slowly, walking up the stairs and into the nursery. She looked down at Georgie, red in the face and squirming as he cried. It kind of made her laugh a little bit as she picked him up. "Guess we're feeling the same way, huh kid?" She kissed his forehead and rocked him until he calmed down, changing his diaper and bringing him down to the kitchen. "Hey Georgie" Lucas smiled a bit, moving toward Brooke and kissing his son's forehead. Brooke noted that he used his name instead of a nickname. She hadn't noticed it before, but he really did feel guilty about using a nickname for him. "Maybe the park can wait til tomorrow. Do you want to read to us?" Brooke suggested as they walked to the living room. Lucas grabbed a book, Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, and settled down into the corner of their couch, Brooke on his chest, and Georgie on her lap as he began reading.

"My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip." They both felt a tinge of guilt as the word 'infant' left his lips, but he continued to read, a sense of temporary calm rushing over the house

...But only for the moment, because as we all know, sometimes blue skies fade, and the clouds come back.


Oh boy. Two chapters in a weekend. I'm on a roll guys :) Special thanks to:

-BrOoKe DaViS23
-toddntan
-Brucas True Love
-stagediva23
-princetongirl
-Brucasfan23
-Iz-Belle91

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Sidenote: The line about being happy every day? That's from the Sex and the City movie. Not mine, I promise.