Disclaimer: See Chapter One.
Summary: See chapter One. (I'm lazy :X)

Lucas was now full of adrenaline. He had to get in there and help them. If they were dead, he atleast had to get in there to help his brother. He was soon on Haley's heels. He signaled for her to wait, and let him go first. A furious glare crossed her features, and she dove into the flooded vehicle.

She could hear Nathan calling for her, and it was all she could do to stop from panicking. She has to get in there and help, or else she may lose Nathan again, but this time permanently. While it was hard to maneuver under water, especially in such cramped quarters, she quickly made her way over to him, and stuck her face up into the air pocket he had discovered for himself.

"Haley!" he gasped, "I'm stuck! My pants, they're hooked, or trapped, or…" an odd expression passed over his face, making him look like he had been slapped, "Wait! What are you doing in here! Get ou-" before he could finish, Haley exploded.

"Nathan Scott! Shut the HELL up, and let's get these two out of here! Were you not calling me in the first place? Now stop being a hypocrite! The limo's filling up, so take a damn breath, focus, and let's go!"

"But Haley, my pants!" To emphasize his point, he gave his trapped leg a kick, and realized it was free. A look of confusion spread across his face. He glanced down into the water, and so a head full of blonde hair. "Lucas?" he looked at Haley, who gave him a nod before she dove back down into the water. Nathan quickly followed

Karen had taken off her heels, and had sprinted to the car as fast as she could. She grabbed the cell phone that was laying on the dash, and dialed 911 as fast as humanly possible. She took a deep breath, and collected herself.

"911 Emergency Centre, is there an emergency Ma'am?" Karen calmly, but quickly, gave the man on the phone the details as to where they were, and as much information about the accident as she could. Once she hung up the phone, she ran over to the side of the bridge, and looked down.

Her face was wrinkled as she glanced worriedly into the water. She was biting her lower lip, trying to prevent herself from losing control. She needed to stay calm both for her own sanity, and the health of the baby.

"C'mon Lucas, Haley… come on kids. Where are you? Don't do this, don't do this to me. Oh God… " She let out a wavering sigh and turned around, arms slamming to her sides.

"Somebody! Anybody, please help me! They're only kids! They're just kids…!" Tears were now streaming down her face, and she crumpled to the wooden ground, hands clutching her stomach. Only a few moments later, the sounds of sirens were blaring in the distance.

Peyton was still standing over the trashcan that housed her burning comic she had drawn of the love-triangle months ago. The pain was still raw, despite trying to feed it to the paper-consuming flames. Just like that. Ten years of friendship had been blown away all over a boy, and an incredibly stupid mistake she had done. Her expression was torn. There wasn't a hint of white in her eyes anymore. The crying had turned them red, and aided in severe puffiness and a face to match.

Peyton finally motivated herself to move, and made it to her bed where she sprawled face-first into the warmth and cushiness in an attempt to make herself feel better. By the expression on her face, it wasn't working. The torment seemed to only increase when a familiar voice echoed through her room.

"Well, well, well… look who's back again? Who can blame me though! Especially when you're such a thoughtless bitch! You even managed to disgust me! Good JOB Peyton!" Peyton didn't have to turn around to know who the visitor was. Her sub-conscious was out again, and she was not holding back. Peyton tried to bury her face in the covers as she muttered, "Go away, bitch."

Mocking laughter filled the room; followed by a rather immature imitation quoting just what Peyton had said, " "Go awayyyy bitch!" Oooo, cut me deep there Ms. Girly. REAL deep. Got any more poisonous daggers stuck somewhere in that halter? Warn me, so I can keep an eye open!" Peyton's imaginary alter ego raised her right arm, which was held to seem as if she was holding a dagger. With a look of exaggerated concentration that included one closed eye, and her tongue sticking out between her lips, she aimed and fired the "dagger" right at Peyton's back.

"WAHOO!" she crowed. She winked at Peyton, and tossed a finger in the air, "How does it feel? Ya know, to be STABBED in the back? Despite the similarities between us, I don't think I have it down QUITE as well as you. Got any pointers?" She keeled over, laughing at her own joke just as Peyton sat up in bed, and turned to face herself.

"Yeah, but just one!" She flipped the bird, and shouted, "Fuck YOU! Now get the hell out of here. I'm not going to argue with myself. I'm tired, and I want this day to end." The angel smirked condescendingly and crossed her arms.

"If you didn't have time to argue with yourself Peyton, then why would I be here? Hmmm? Obviously something's bugging you, and YOU need to deal with it. This problem isn't anything hidden though, now is it? You know what you did, Peyton. You've won the title of the All-Time Super Bitch! I feel like I should be applauding you, but that would be a bit self-absorbed, wouldn't it?"

With that, Peyton reached over to her dresser, grabbed a book, and whipped it at her manifested conscious. She awoke with a startle to the sound of the glass of her mirror shattering. She closed her eyes and slumped foreward. Her posture read that she had given up. As she began to sort through her thoughts, the echoes of mocking laughter seemed to reverberate throughout her room.

And that's the end of chapter twooo... It's another short one. Sorry. I wanted to get this up because I won't be around for the next two days. Next chapter, I'll focus more on the whole crash situation, and we may even possibly find out who's pregnant... or not OO

I would just to say thanks to all nine of you who reveiwed. I was taken back! I was excited when I only got one! But when I opened up my e-mail this afternoon, I saw eight more waiting for me! That was the last thing I ever expected. So, thanks! I hope I don't dissapoint you guys. I'm not particularly good at writing, I just felt like I had to create my own season 4, because I need to know what happend! I really do appreciate the support!

So, continue to read and review (please). If you have parts you liked, please let me know! If there are parts you didn't, go ahead and tell me. I want to work on things. If you've reveiwed before, do it again :) As longas I know people are reading, I'll keep writing until I come to a dead end. I will try to respond to every reveiw from now on. I started before, but then all of my e-mails got deleted. The next chapter, I hope, will be released in the next day or two. I have tons of work that I should be doing, so I don't want people thinking that I'm going tp update every single day. Anyways, thank you all again. I'm going to stop acting as if I just won a major award, and get going. 3