Chapter 2 – Finding Brooke Davis

It was almost dinner time. The two of them were walking down the street. Sam was still trying to figure out where they were going to stay the night, while Jamie was still busy soaking in all the hustle and bustle. Suddenly, he stopped almost causing the man behind him to trample him.

"Jamie, what are you doing?" Sam asked dragging him along.

"Sam, that's her." His small finger was pointed towards an ad on one of the city busses.

"What?" She asked, but she didn't really care about the answer. She just wanted Jamie to start walking again. They were getting angry glares from the people who had to take the time to walk around them as they stood in the middle of the sidewalk.

"That's my momma's friend. The one I told you about."

"Jamie, that's Brooke Davis the owner of Clothes over Bros." Sam said, reading the ad to the boy. "She's a famous fashion designer." She explained as they began walking again.

"I know! My momma told me she made clothes and she's really famous." He happily explained as they crossed the street. "We have to find her. She was my mom's best friend from high school."

Sam smiled at Jamie. He seemed adamant, and it couldn't hurt to try. As of now they had no other plan. "Okay, well, let's try to find one of her stores." She didn't really know how to go about finding a famous fashion designer, but she figured her store was as good a place as any to start.

Sam quickly found a pay phone and called 411 and asked for the address of the closest Clothes over Bros store. From the street sign she realized that they were only a few blocks away from the location the operator had given her. "Come on, bud. Let's go."

Entering the store was like walking into a different planet for the two orphans. Sam was happy the only person in the store was a brunette behind the counter. Jamie didn't hesitate in walking up to the counter and introducing himself. "Hi. My name is James Lucas Scott."

The girl behind the counter laughed. "Well, hi, I'm Millie."

She seemed nice enough so Jamie continued. "My momma used to be friends with Brooke Davis. We need you to call her for us. We ran a-"

Before Jamie could continue, Sam intervened "We were spending the day in the city, and he wanted to look her up." She quickly lied, not wanting to reveal too much information to this woman.

Jamie looked up at her to protest, but she gave him a look that told him not to.

"Oh, well, um," it was clear the girl behind the counter didn't know what to say.

"Oh, you probably don't know her. It's okay." Sam said with an attitude as though the two of them were above her because they were friends with the famous Brooke Davis.

"Actually," Millie said, trying to regain the power in the conversation, "I'm her assistant. I'm just filling in at the shop today." Millie smiled.

"Oh, well then you can call her." Sam tried to speak as though they had every right to be in here, demanding this woman to call a famous designer that neither of them had ever met.

Sam looked at Jamie, and with her eyes told him to use the puppy dog face. "Please." He said sticking his bottom lip out.

Millie stared at the two children. She figured they must know Brooke. Why else would they show up in her store, asking her to call her? "Alright," She said to their smiling faces, "I'll give her a call."

Millie walked in the back and dialed Brooke's cell phone. "Hi Millie." Brooke greeted her assistant with her usual cheery voice, "What's up? Everything alright at the store?"

"Yeah, um everything's great." Sam crossed her fingers, but Jamie just smiled; he was certain this would work. "But, there's two kids here."

"Okay." Brooke said becoming confused.

"They say they know you. You're friends with their mom." Millie clarified for her boss, "Their names are Jamie and," she looked at Sam who lipped her name, "Sam."

Brooke racked her mind, but she could not figure out who these kids were. "Millie, I don't know who you're talking about." At the confusion in Brooke's voice Mille gave a warning look to Sam and Jamie. Sam grabbed Jamie's hand, ready to flee, but Jamie decided on another tactic.

"Can I talk to her?"

"Um, he wants to talk to you." Millie whispered as if Sam and Jamie couldn't hear her.

Brooke was running late, and she didn't really have time to be bothered by all of this nonsense, but she decided to humor the kid. "Alright, put him on."

"Brooke?" Jamie questioned.

"This is she, and may I ask who I'm speaking to?" She smiled at the young boy's professionalism.

"My name is James Lucas Scott." The instant he said the full name she knew who was on the other line. She didn't know how or why, but she knew who. She flashed back to the last time she had seen the boy. He was days old. It was the day she had left for LA; the last day she had seen her friends Nathan and Haley.

They had drifted apart in the years in between then and now. Brooke had lived her dreams becoming one of the biggest fashion designers of their time. Haley and Nathan had stayed in Tree Hill, and settled down.

"Jamie," Brooke said quietly more to herself than to Jamie.

Jamie who had been rambling on suddenly stopped, "You do know me." A smiled crept across his faced, and Sam who had been holding her breath the hold time sighed in relief.

Brooke had asked to speak to Millie then. Brooke still seemed pretty confused to Millie, but she had promised that she would be at the store shortly to get to the bottom of all this before hanging up. "She's on her way." Millie told the two of them.

"See I told you." Jamie said excitedly to Sam. Sam nodded, hoping this was the break the two of them needed.

Brooke Davis arrived as quickly as possible. She wanted to figure out why the son of her friends from high school was asking for her at her store.

Jamie and Sam were sitting on the purple couch inside of Clothes over Bros when Brooke Davis walked in. She immediately went over to the couch, focusing all her attention on the little boy. "Hi." Jamie said innocently.

"Oh my God," he looked so much like his Uncle Lucas. Even though she didn't know him she felt like she did, and she hugged him. "I don't understand." Brooke said letting go of the little boy, "What are you doing here? Where are your parents?" At the question, Jamie suddenly became very interested in a pair of high heels across the room. Brooke's gaze followed him, but she didn't know what to say.

"His parents died." Brooke turned toward the younger brunette. It was the first time she had even noticed her. "He doesn't like to talk about it." She explained Jamie's sudden loss of interest in the conversation.

"Oh." Brooke was in shock. "I hadn't heard." She felt as though she needed to explain herself to this girl. Sam didn't seem to care. "Who are you?" Brooke asked suddenly. She needed to focus on something other than the death of her two friends.

"This is Sam." At the change of subject Jamie had wandered back over. "We met in the foster home. They were mean." Jamie's face was sincere and honest. "He hit Sam and broke my LEGO city!" Brooke couldn't help but laugh at Jamie's last comment. "So we ran away." He finished.

Brooke looked towards the older of the two. Sam nodded. "We had no one else to call, and Jamie saw your picture on the side of a bus."

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I would love more. Let me know if you have any suggestions, and look for another fic soon. It'll be a Brooke/Sam fanfic.