A/N - Hey everybody! I wasn't planning to update until Friday, but I got over my writers block faster than expected.

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Searching For What We Lost

Chapter 10 -

--Two Months Earlier--

"Hey, Brooke...?" Peyton tapped lightly on the wooden door.

Brooke sighed upon hearing the blonde's voice from outside in the hallway. Truthfully, she didn't know what had possessed her to take a flight all the way across the country to California to stay with someone she hadn't spoken to in a while. She figured it was because staying with Peyton she wouldn't be asked as many questions as she would've back home. And she knew that was because the two had lost touch, and neither one did anything about it.

The first time they had spoken in months, almost a year, was when Brooke called to tell Peyton that she and Lucas's son had died.

Peyton had awkwardly offered her condolences, and instead of saying she'd catch the first flight out to Tree Hill to be there to support her old best friends and attend the funeral, she had said she would send flowers.

And that was all, until the second time, when Brooke once again called asking if she had any extra room for a guest.

It was then settled. Brooke would go to California to get away from everything. She'd do this without telling anyone.

Peyton didn't seem to mind.

"Can I come in?" Peyton asked softly.

Brooke, who had been crying, wiped her eyes frantically, and regained her composure as she sat up straight on the bed in the guest room.

"Uh, yeah." Her voice was unsteady and scratchy, but she assumed Peyton was used to it by now. She had been staying with her for a few weeks already.

"Hey, how're you doing?" Peyton asked and Brooke shook her head. It was such a stupid question; a question Peyton seemed to always ask. And honestly, it disappointed Brooke when she was asked that by her once best friend. That showed that Peyton didn't know Brooke anymore. How was she doing? She lost her son! How would she be doing?

"Okay, I guess." Brooke mumbled, wiping her eyes again.

"Well, you know I'm here for you. Anytime you wanna talk, I'm willing to listen." Those were all lies.

Besides offering a place to stay, Peyton wasn't there for her at all. She hadn't been for a while, and Brooke knew that. She just pretended she didn't realize it.

Brooke fake-smiled gratefully while nodding. "Thanks."

"Anyway, I gotta get back to work. I shouldn't be back too late."

It was Brooke's favorite part of the day. She would be alone.

Sure, the constant calls from Lucas that she would either ignore or hang up on were annoying, but other than that, she liked it. She just enjoyed the time and tried pretending nothing was wrong.

But sometimes it didn't work. It just didn't cut it.

Because Brooke knew that everything was wrong.

--Present Time--

"I'm glad we did this." She spoke out of the blue to Lucas who was at the wheel beside her. Her eyes were glued to the passenger seat window. "I needed it."

"We both did." Lucas agreed, driving out of the cemetery. "In the morning I'm gonna call someone that we can, ya know, talk to...That is if you still feel comfortable doing that."

"Yeah. I think we should." It was a big step for Brooke to admit that. He was proud of her. She was proud of herself.

"Okay." He nodded.

The two of them then rode in silence, and every so often they would both glance at each other, but the one person wouldn't notice. Lucas would be keeping his eyes on the road, and Brooke would be staring out the window.

"I was working that day." Her sudden voice took Lucas by surprise, and caused him to listen intently. "Finishing up some sketches in the house."

Her voice cracked and Lucas knew exactly what she was talking about then. He reached over and caught hold of one of her hands, giving it a tight squeeze.

"He wanted to play basketball, and he wanted me to watch him play it...But I was busy because I had a deadline to finish by. I told him to go ahead; that I'd be done soon...And I was done soon, but by the time I was done...it was too late." She finished and started crying.

Lucas immediately pulled the car over to the side of the road and once doing so, he wrapped his arms around her.

She was opening up. And he was glad.

Alexander Nathan Scott was alive.

Their son was alive.

It didn't make any sense...but that didn't matter.

It was simply a miracle.

Brooke leaned over the bar on the hospital bed and placed a kiss on her son's forehead. She'd been doing that a lot since she had gotten into the room.

Lucas, who sat next to her, still held onto her hand tightly as he replayed everything that had gone on that day in his mind.

He could still remember the call he had gotten at work, and how fragile Brooke seemed on the other end as she tried telling him what was going on.

"Mr. and Mrs. Scott." Brooke and Lucas looked up from their son to find the doctor in the doorway. "Can I speak to the two of you outside?"

Brooke looked over to Lucas, an expression of concern washing over her face. He gave her hand a squeeze in response to her glance before proceeding to get up.

Once outside, the doctor began."We have ran several tests on your son, and will be continuing to do so. However during one test, we did find something..."

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A/N - Mean cliffhanger? ...Yup, I know ;)

Review and you'll find out what they found...!

Thanks!

–Melissa