Authors note: I know a lot of you did not get the alert for the last chapter so please this chapter will not make sense without it so read it and review and hold onto something when you read this one. I seem to be on a roll. This is for Mary!!!!!! Who had been waiting for this for months.. This chapter just threw the old version out the window. Thank you to Christina and Amanda who are always there, as well as too Sam the goddess of cake batter. Next chapter will be done by next week. Please review it makes me write.

Chapter 7

Lucas Scott couldn't help but wonder what the hell he was doing as he pulled Brooke Davis's sleek black Mercedes Benz C280 into the garage. Turning off the ignition, he sank back onto the seat and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. It had been a long day, and he was exhausted. He had come to the beach to seek solace, to find some sort of peace in the middle of so much sadness and confusion but somehow had ended up smack in the middle of more drama, Brooke Davis drama. Thinking about her infuriated him. All he had wanted was to take a nice hot shower, drink a couple of beers and get a good night sleep. Instead he had ended up in the middle of her temper tantrum with a bunch of battle scars all over his body. Looking down on his bare chest, he ran his finger on the fresh scars that she had inflicted on him a few hours earlier. He couldn't believe someone so small could cause so much damage. Brooke Davis, who would have ever thought she could be such a wild cat, to lose control the way she did? He picked up an empty cigarette pack and started to laugh. So the princess was a smoker too? Damn the day was full of surprises.

Closing his eyes, he listened to the nearby sounds of the waves crashing against the shore. The sea, God he had missed it. It had been so long since he had left Madrid and travel down to Costa de Sol. As he opened the car door and took a whiff of the salty sea air, he could practically feel the hot sun beating against his chest and the taste of the mango ice cream he loved on his tongue. What he would give to be there instead of Tree Hill. For Luke, the ocean had always had an amazing ability to make him feel peaceful. No matter how stressful his life was, one whiff of the salty sea air and everything was forgotten. It had always been like that, ever since he was little. His earliest childhood memories were of him and his mother walking hand and hand along the shore. His mother, he thought to himself as he sat back up. There wasn't a day that didn't go by that he didn't think of her. Being back home only made his memories of her more vivid. From the moment he had entered the beach house, he had felt her presence near him to the point that he could have sworn he smelled her scent, lilacs mix with jasmine. What would his mother say of the mess that his brother had left him to clean up? He wondered as he made his way up to the front door. Would she blame him? Shaking his head, he couldn't help but think of his grandmother and the argument they had had earlier that day.

"Beautiful isn't she?" his grandmother had asked him as he stood in the middle of his brother's childhood bedroom holding a picture of Nathan and his fiancée Brooke.

"She's okay." He had answered her as he put the sterling silver picture frame back on the shelf.

"I don't know what you're brother was thinking Brooke is an amazing, beautiful, classy young woman. She's educated, refined, with impeccable manners, graduated from one of the best Universities in the country, with honors no less. She comes from one of the oldest and richest families in the world, and her charity work is unfathomed so I don't understand how Nathan chose that woman over her? Any man would die to have a woman like that."

"He loved Haley grandma, you know this." Lucas said as he rolled his eyes.

"No he didn't. Nathan was just like your grandfather. He was drawn to every white trash slut that came his way. Well at least your grandfather had the good sense to end things before they got to messy."

"Don't you think it's about time you and I talk about him?"

"No I don't Luke. I made my feelings on the subject known this morning. That child is not a Scott. He is not Nathan's and I want nothing to do with it. This family is in the middle of a scandal. That's my main priority right now to get out of this mess Nathan left us, to clean it with some dignity, and that's what you should be focusing all your energies on. And with that said, let's talk about something else. Let's talk about the fact that it's time for you to come home and take your rightful place as the head of this family. Now that's important, don't you think?"

"No it's not. Drew is important and that's what we need to focus on. Taylor is leaving town and we need to take him. There's no one else. You and I both know that he is Nathan's. You saw the mole, his eyes. He looks just like his father. I'm picking him up tomorrow and bringing him here to live in this house just like Nathan would have wanted, and you're just going to have to get use to it."

"No you're not Lucas. I told you I won't have that baby living in this house, what are people going to say? What about Brooke?"

"Fuck Brooke and what people are going to say." Lucas said angrily trying to figure out a way to remain calm and not lose his patience. "This is Nathan's son, your great grandson. How can you be so callous and turn your back on him? Do you think my mother would turn him away? He deserves to have his rightful place in this family and he will. My parents would do the right thing, why can't you?"

"Don't!" Mae exclaimed as she sat down on Nathan's bed. "Don't you dare bring Karen or Dan into this! They would be appalled if they knew the way their sons turned out!"

"No they wouldn't they would be appalled on what you've been come. I never thought you could be so cold so unfeeling. What happen to you?"

"You selfish brat! After everything I've done, how dare you talk to me like that? You left Luke. When you came to me and told me that you needed to go, that you couldn't handle it anymore, I encouraged you. I gave you an out. I said sweetheart go and live. Enjoy your life. Come back when you've done everything that you have ever wanted to do. The company will be here for you. And this is the way you repay me by being disrespectful? And your brother, I took him under my wing. I handed him the company and look what he did to me, to us."

"Grandmother…"

"No don't grandmother me. For years you've been living in the lap of luxury, enjoying the fruits of my labor and not giving your family a second thought. You even took your mother's maiden name because you couldn't deal with being a Scott. And I said nothing. Have I ever ask you for anything? No! I let you do whatever you wanted and I was the one who put everything on hold. I stayed. I made the company into what it is today, while you did nothing. So you know what? It's your turn."

"Excuse me?' Luke asks trying to make sense of what she was saying. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me, Lucas. It's your turn. I'm done. I need a vacation effective immediately. I'm taking a leave of absence from the company and you are going to take over. You deal with the company. You deal with your brother's mess, and you deal with the child. I'm done. I'm too old for this."

"Well I don't want it."

"Then it goes to hell Luke, and it will be on your shoulders. You leave and everyone suffers because you're a selfish little boy who doesn't want to grow up. And frankly I don't give a crap anymore. For years I sacrifice myself for you, for your father, your grandfather and your brother and what do I have to show for it? Nothing! So it's my turn to say I need a break. It's my turn to walk away, and it's your turn to be a Scott."

Luke felt a pang in his heart as he thought of his grandmother and her harsh words. He would have never thought of her as being able to be so cold to him and so uncaring about the baby. For hours after she had left him, he thought of packing his bags and hoping on the next flight back to Madrid, leaving it all behind, but he couldn't do it. Nathan was dead, his brother was gone, and he had to do the right thing. Walking into the front hallway, he stopped in front of the mirror and took a good look at himself. He still looked the same. His life as he knew it was changing and there was no way to stop it, but he still looked like his old self. Once upon a time, he had left town for a new life filled with adventure, responsibilities, and had become Lucas Roe leaving behind everything he had ever known. Now he was back to being the one thing he never wanted to be, Lucas Scott the heir of the Scott family. Was he ready for it? The answer didn't matter because no matter what he had to deal with it. There was no turning back now. Wiping his sweaty palms on the front of his jeans, he went into the kitchen and began to poke around the cabinets hoping to find something strong that would make him immune to all the feelings swirling around his head.

"What are you doing?' he heard a female voice ask. Looking up he came face to face with Brooke Davis who was making her down the stairs, wrapped in his white terry cloth robe.

"My robe looks good on you." He answered her with a smirk as he grabbed a bottle of Courvoisier and two glasses. "Sit down; I'll make you a drink. You look like you're half frozen."

"Yeah well someone decided to treat me to a cold shower."

"Hey," Lucas said as he filled up two glasses with the brown liquid. "If you had let go, I wouldn't have had to take such drastic measures. I never knew you could be such a tigress. I usually get these types of scars in other situations with the girl screaming out my name but oh well."

"You're such a crass bastard." Brooke answered him as she took the glass he was handing her. "You can go by the way. I'm fine now."

"Go? I think not princess. I'm here to stay. These are my new digs, but let me know before you go all postal again. I need to salvage what I can. I really don't want to have to redecorate. And besides, Brooke, you may need to break down in my arms again so I better stick around."

Brooke raised an eyebrow as she took a sip of the liquid which cause her to shudder and choke before she answered him back. "I don't remember you asking me if you could stay. After all, this is my house. What the hell is this?" she asked him, as she started to cough. "Drano?"

"Actually it's arsenic." he answered her "and this house was my mother's, and now it's mine."

"Mae gave me this house as a wedding present, and I have the deeds to prove it," she answered him as she brought the snifter up to her lips and took another sip. "So you are just going to have to scurry off to find somewhere else to live. Go shack up with one of your whores."

"Princess there was no wedding. No ring equals no house." Lucas said to her without thinking of what damage his words would cause.

Brooke flinched and looked away trying hard no to start crying again. Breaking down once in front of Lucas Scott was bad enough, twice was a nightmare she hoped to avoid at all costs.

"I'm sorry, Brooke. I wasn't thinking." He said in a sincere voice, hoping she wouldn't start crying again. He had felt so helpless earlier, while she had clung to him, sobbing in his arms. One thing Luke could never handle, was crying women. He didn't do crying.

"No don't. It's fine. You're just being truthful. You're doing what most people can't seem to do in this town. You may the world's biggest ass, but at least you're not a liar. That's more than I can say for some people."

Luke bit his lip as he watch her walk back into the kitchen and grab the bottle of brandy off the counter. "Do you want me to call someone? Peyton, your mother maybe?"

"Oh hell no she is the last person I want to see. Look Luke I'm not going to freak out or anything I did enough of that already. If you want to go, just go. If you want to stay, then stay. I really don't care what the hell you do. All I care about is getting drunk because after today, I deserve it. I want to get so drunk that I forget my name is." She answered him not being able to meet his eyes, the way he was looking at her made her feel weak and stupid. After a few seconds of silence she finally spoke again. "So you knew all along too? God you must of loved it poor Brooke the last to know that her almost husband was a cheating, no good bastard who fathered a child."

Lucas said nothing as he watch her sit down on the couch next to him and pour herself another drink.

"The whole town knew, everyone except me, I can just hear everyone talking about me. I must be the laughing stalk of Tree Hill."

"Why do you care so much of what people think?" Luke asked her.

"Because I do. Because your brother made me think I was his everything, that we were each other's happily ever after. God what an idiot huh? Tell me Luke. What do you think of me? Wait don't answer that! I know what you think of me. You think I'm a spoil, rich bitch that got what she deserve, and you're loving this."

"A little self involve much?' he said as he walked up to her and took the bottle out of her hand.

Her irritation at him and her life only grew. "How do you want me to be like? Have you ever had you're whole entire life destroyed?"

"You're life is not destroyed. You're alive. That's more than Haley or Nathan can say. Why don't you try to be a little thankful for that?"

"Don't!" Brooke exclaimed as she took the bottle back from him and took a swig. "Don't you mention her to me. I never want to hear about her for as long as I live and I sure as hell don't pity her. You know what? She is just a big of a loser as Nathan was. I mean what kind of a woman settles like she did?"

"You settled," Lucas said. "I mean what's the difference?"

"I never settled, you fuck!" Brooke said screaming as picked up a throw pillow from the couch and threw it at him. "If I had known, I would have dumped his sorry ass so fast, he wouldn't have known what hit him. I would have never settled. I would have never had his child with out any form of commitment. Who the hell does that? So what I don't understand is why he picked her not me? Why, Lucas? Can you answer that?"

"No I can't, but I think you, and I both know that things between you and Nathan haven't been right for a long time."

"What are you talking about?" Brooke asked looking at him with disgust.

"It wasn't right. I'm not saying what my brother did was right, but something was wrong with your relationship."

"There was nothing wrong with our relationship."

"So why did he go to Haley? If everything was so perfect then why are you here with me, getting drunk, and not on your honeymoon with my brother? Be honest with yourself don't shut the truth out because it's not convenient. That doesn't work. Trust me."

Brooke said nothing as she took another drink, and look away.

"You want the truth, "Lucas continued to say "then be prepared to handle it sweetheart. Life is not pretty, but you make do with what you have. You just deal with it."

"Alright then Dr. Phil, tell me what the hell am I suppose to do now? How am I supposed to live in this town with Nathan's child, watching him grow up! He supposed to be mine! I was supposed to give him a son. I was going to get pregnant on our honeymoon. Me Lucas! Me not her! I was supposed to have him."

"Well you didn't, and you're just going to have to deal with it. I'm not pushing him away because you can't deal with it. It's not fair to him or to Nathan."

"Nathan lost any rights the minute he was unfaithful. Besides how do you know he is really his? Haley James had no scruples, he could be anyone's."

Lucas took a deep breath before he answered her. "Does that help?"

"What?" she asked him as she closed her eyes. It had been awhile since she had drunk so much in such a short time. She could feel the effects of the alcohol starting to spread throughout her body.

"The denial. You know better than anyone that Drew is Nathan's, just like I know."

"How? How can you be so sure? "Brooke asked raising her eyebrows.

"Because Nathan told me so." He said bluntly.

"No he didn't. You two haven't seen each other in years." She answered him, confused.

"Not true. Nathan came to see me a few months back with Haley. They told me about the baby." Luke said the words as carefully as he could. Watching her, waiting to see her reaction, he felt like he was watching a volcano on the brink of eruption.

"When?" She finally asked after a few seconds of silence.

"A few months ago, he told you he was going to Hong Kong. They both came to Spain instead and I met her." he told her pausing for a second, waiting to see if she was going to ask him anything, when she didn't say anything he continued. "They told me about the baby and their plans to run away."

"Run away?" Brooke asked him as she reached over and poured herself the last bit of cognac left in the bottle. "They were planning to run away?"

"Yes and I don't know what happened. All I know that a few months later I got the invitation to your wedding and then a phone call from Jake telling me Nathan was dead."

"Oh."

"Then when I came back Jake gave me one of the letters that Nathan was carrying the night he died. It was address to me."

"Letters? What letters?" she asked him in a confuse voice.

"Nathan had three letters with him, one to me, the other to my grandmother and one to you." He answered her in such a smug voice, it made her see red.

"I didn't get a letter! Where is it?" she demanded.

"I have it if you want it I can get it now." He told her as he watch her eyes grow wide in disbelief.

"No!" she yelled as she threw her hands up in the air. "I don't want it. I don't want anything else from him or from you. I hate you, Lucas! I hate you and I hate Nathan! I hate Haley James and I hate that baby!" She said screaming as she got up and ran out the door.

"Brooke! Brooke, wait." Lucas screamed chasing after her. "Where are you going?"

Tears poured down her face, but she could barely register them. She just ran, her feet slapping against the sand as she bolted. Brooke Davis wasn't sure when this had become her life, but it was never what she'd wanted for herself. As she made her way into the water, she could feel it drifting away from her. If she had the steady rocking of the ocean, she didn't need Nathan Scott and his terrible truths. She could be free.

Lucas ran straight into the water and began to swim until he finally reached her. With all his might, he pulled her close to him and made his way out of the water towards the shore.

"What the hell are you doing Lucas?" She said as she tried to kick his legs.

"Stop it!" he yelled when they finally ended up on the shore. "What the hell were you thinking? Are you insane? You could've been killed!" Lucas screamed as back away from her and peeled his wet pants off him.

Brooke soaking wet with the robe practically hanging off her body sat motionless staring at the sand. She didn't know what to say or what to do, her whole world was spinning madly around her and she couldn't hold on. What happen next was totally out of her control. She felt like someone else had invaded her body as she reach up and pulled Luke down towards her and kissed him. The kiss wasn't sweet or gentle, it was a kiss filled with anger, resentment, and desire. Luke didn't know what was going on, before he could stop it he found himself being pulled on top of her grounding himself against her body pulling her hips closer to his. His hands immediately push the robe away and began to attack her breast. All Brooke could do was moan as she felt his fingers tugging her nipple. A wave of desire began to spread throughout her as she felt his erection pressing against her leg. Crazy sensations began to spread from her stomach to her aching spot in between her legs.

"Wait!" She exclaimed as she realize what was happening. "Get off me! Are you out of your mind?"

"Me?" Lucas screamed back as she pushed him off her. "You kissed me." He was trying to grasp what had just happen. One minute they had been kissing, the next she was yelling at him.

"No I didn't." she said as she pulled the wet robe around her and stood up from the ground. "You bastard."

"No way Princess! I didn't do this, you did! Admit it, damn it!"

"Fine!" Brooke answer defiant. "I did, I did this! I wanted it and I changed my mind. Satisfied?"

Giving her a wicked smile, he pulled himself up from the ground and stood in front of her with his hands on his hips. "Not really I usually like to finish the deed and then comes the satisfaction."

"Ugh you smug son of a bitch!" Brooke yelled as she started to make her way back to the beach house.

"Why? Why'd you do it?" he screamed at her. For some strange reason he needed to know why she had done it. Why had she kissed him?

"Because…" she said as she turned around. "I wanted to know what it would be like to kiss another man that wasn't your fucking brother. That's it. Don't read too much into it. It was nothing. Oh and by the way, I wasn't going to kill myself. I was just going for a swim." With that, she disappeared leaving Luke all alone on the beach, wondering what the hell had just happened.