A/N - Hey. I woulda posted sooner but I've been soooo busy this week. I had four tests this week! And three of them were all today! I had to study and I was so stressed so I didn't have time to write. So I guess I have an acceptable excuse, right? Anyways I'm so happy it's the end of the week, this week's been so stressful. So please, make me happy and leave plenty of reviews! Thanks and please enjoy!

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A Bad Dream

Chapter 9 -

"Come on." Lucas drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel of his car as he was sitting at a red light. It seemed like the whole car ride he'd been hitting red light after red light. He wasn't sure if he should be angry at Brooke. I mean it seems pretty simple. Someone lies to you about something important and there you go. You're angry. But this, this was different. The whole reason Brooke lied was because Lucas accused her of cheating on him; Haley was right. She was probably scared that nobody would be there for her. He assured her he would be, but then he let her down...as usual.

He sighed as, finally, the light went from red to green.

What was with Brooke hanging with Peyton, anyway? Just a day ago they were sworn enemies.

He dismissed all thoughts as he hit another red light. He leaned back and reached out, turning on the radio.

"Traffics up next. And right now it's sixty- five degrees at 10:15 P.M., on October fourth."

"October fourth?" Lucas mumbled to himself. "Oh, no...Brooke's birthday." He sighed as he rolled his eyes and drew out a long breath. He really sucked.

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"I hear from Peyt's podcasts that you've been very mean to her lately. And that makes me angry." And with that he sent one more hit...this time in Brooke's direction...right towards her stomach.

"Don't you dare touch me!" Brooke said as she pushed his hands away then sending a slap towards his face. "Peyton?" She then kneeled down to her unconscious friend, or ex friend, what ever she was. "Peyton, come on, wake up." She shook her body a bit but nothing happened.

"You shouldn't have done that." Ian mumbled as he rubbed the red mark that she had left on his right cheek. "You made big mistake. First you hurt Peyton, then me."

Before she could even get a chance to respond he let out a big kick in her direction, pushing her to the floor right next to Peyton.

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Lights out.

Shattered windows.

What the hell was going on in there?

Before he'd even gotten the chance to pull his keys out of the ignition, he saw Peyton being brought out of the house on a stretcher.

"Wha-What happened?" He asked the paramedic as they loaded the stretcher in the ambulence.

"We got a call from one of the neighbors. They heard a rumble coming from this house. Some guy apparently broke in."

"Did the police catch him?"

"Nah, he ran away before the cops showed. He knocked both girls out and made a run for it."

"Both? There was another girl in there?"

"Yeah." He explained as he motioned towards the next stretcher being pulled out.

"Oh my god. Brooke." He brought a hand over his mouth. "She, she's pregnant."

"They'll check her out when they get to the hospital. You wanna ride with one of them?"

"Um, no, no. I'll meet at the hospital."

"All right then."

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"Sir." The receptionist stared at him. "Who are you looking for?"

"Uh...Peyton Sawyer." He added after a beat.

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He had to wait in the waiting room for about ten minutes. The doctors were just checking on Peyton now, who was now conscious, just to make sure that visitors were allowed.

All the seats were occupied, so he stood. He looked at all the people, some sleeping, some half asleep, and some reading the year old tabloids the room had to offer. And finally they told him he was allowed to see her and informed him which room she was in.

"Knock, knock." He said as he made his presence.

Her dreary, tired eyes looked up.

"Hi...Lucas."

"Peyton." He nodded. "How are you?"

"Okay...I guess, considering... Did you see Brooke yet?"

"No. No, actually I wanted to talk to you first."

"Okay...Talk."

"What were you thinking, Peyton?"

"What?"

"I mean, you know, she's pregnant. And now. Now, she could lose the baby because of you."

"Me? Lucas, this was not my fault."

"Really? So you didn't ask for her to come to your house? And you hadn't spoken to that guy on the internet before?"

"Yes, but..."

"No. I swear Peyton, you stay away from me..., and you stay away from her."

"Luke..."

"Goodbye, Peyton."

Peyton rolled her eyes as the door closed behind him. Was he seriously blaming her for what had happened. It's not like she invited the creep over, he broke into her house and attacked the two. He thinks this is what she had planned?

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"Excuse me, do you know what room Brooke Davis is in?"

"Brooke Davis...," The woman pondered as she looked at the files on the computer, "Miss Davis is in room 214."

"Thank you."

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"Hey, Brooke." Lucas said. He carefully made his way over to where she lay, they didn't exactly leave things on good terms.

"Lucas." She nodded her head as she acknowledged his presence.

"Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." She mumbled.

"I um...I spoke to Peyton a little while ago."

"Is she okay?"

"She's fine. I told her that she needs to stay away from us."

"What?"

"Well all this is her fault."

"What are you talking about, Lucas? It is not. And yes, I'm actually defending her. None of this is her fault."

"Brooke, you could have gotten hurt. The baby could have gotten hurt."

"Oh, and why would you care, Lucas."

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Practically just yesterday you couldn't care less about this baby. But now all the sudden that you know it's yours and you care the world about it."

"Brooke, I always cared about you and this baby." He said lightly and he took her hand in his and moved it over to her flat, no where near showing, stomach.

"Yeah right." She pushed his hand away. "Did you tell yourself that when you hooked up with Peyton yesterday?"

"Brooke..."

"What?" She asked, glaring at him.

"Why do you have to be like that?"

"Be like what, Lucas? You come in here. You tell me that you just blamed Peyton and told her to stay away from me, even though it wasn't even her fault. And then you think everything turns perfect again? Look, Lucas, I can't...I can't do this right now. Can you please leave?"

He sighed. "Alright."

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Brooke looked around the pale hospital room she was occupying. What the hell happened tonight? She was attacked by some stalker. It's funny, when it was happening it seemed like it was so long and would never end. But now, thinking about it, she realizes that it all happened so quickly. And here she was, seven weeks pregnant and could barely recall all the events. What was she thinking going over to Peyton's house anyway?

"Happy birthday to me." She muttered to herself.

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"Hey."

"Hi, Brooke." Peyton said just as she was leaving her room. Both she and Brooke were being discharged from the hospital. "You probably shouldn't be here right now."

"Look, Peyton. Lucas was wrong. He's...He's an ass, okay? And I don't blame you for anything. This night was just..."

"Weird?"

"Yeah, in a creepy, scary sorta way."

Peyton nodded before she turned back to Brooke. "Brooke. Do you think we'll ever be like we used to be?"

"I don't think that's possible, Peyton. We're two different people now." Peyton nodded slowly. "But, we could try and be friends again. Not like last time, not best friends. Just friends."

"I'd like that, Brooke."

"Me too."

She smiled weakly at Peyton.

The next few months were surely gonna be a ride for her. But for now, she wasn't gonna let herself get close to anybody. Peyton no longer could be her best friend, and Lucas could no longer be her boyfriend, she wasn't even considering the friend part at the moment. Because everytime she got really close to somebody, they always let her down. And she wasn't going to let that happen to her anymore.

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A/N - Okay, so I know this chapter wasn't really much. However, I did spend forever on it so I hope that means something. I just really wanted to get something out for you guys.

For the next chapter things are gonna change. I'm pretty sure what I want to do. Most likely I will skip time and have it a month after all this. There WILL be flashbacks so don't worry. But also, If you want me to go a different direction let me know and I'll consider it. So, I guess that's all.

PLEASE REVIEW!!!

Thanks, Melissa.