Note: This story takes place 17 and a half years after Broke leaves town. It may include some flash backs to explain the story.

"Ok Lucy, you can do this. You can't chicken out now. Remember why you are doing this. You're doing this for Brooke, so she has a grandfather. And for mom, and for Lucas. It's for everyone." Lucy said quietly to herself as she walked up the path to the address that she had found in the hotel's phonebook.

She walked up with Brooke on her hip, and knocked on the door.

A little girl, no older then 5 opened the door. She was cute with Blonde rings of hair.

"Who are you?" the little girl asked abruptly.

"I'm Lucy, and I'm looking for Lucas Scott." She replied laughing at the first. Question.

"Daddy!" the little girl screamed.

"I'm coming Abbie, just a sec." He said from the kitchen. He walked to the door, he just looked at Lucy, he could tell just by looking at her. "Abbie why don't you go help mommy in the kitchen ok?" he asked the little girl.

"Ok daddy, bye Lucy." She said waving and walking into the kitchen.

"Come in," Lucas said to Lucy, shutting the door behind her. "I'm Lucas," he said extending his arm for her to shake.

"I'm Lucy," she said shaking his hand. "I know you are probably wondering who I am but I came to talk to you." She said rambling on.

"Its fine, why don't you come into the living room and we can talk." He said as they walked over to a couch and sat down.

"Well I came because you knew my mom," she said still worried about how he might take the news that he has a 17 year old set of twins. "Brooke David."

"Yeah, we went to high school together. We dated for a couple months, before she left. You said knew her?" he asked concerned by what she meant.

"Yeah, she's in a coma." She replied.

"Oh...wow. Will she be ok?" he asked shocked.

"Um they don't know. She's been in a coma for a year and a half now." She replied.

"Oh wow, I don't know what to say." He replied.

"Well I just thought that maybe you should know," she said starting to stand up. She was too weak; she couldn't go through with telling him she thought. She was too scared about his reaction.

"No, wait. If you don't mind I'd like to talk. That's not all you came to talk about is it?" he asked her wanting to find out more about her. She looked so much like Brooke, and yet so much like him.

All these years he wondered if he had a child out there with Brooke, she had just taken off after she had forgiven him.

"Well, um...I don't know how to say this, my step dad gave me a box after the accident. It was from my mom, she had put together some stuff for us from her past. She never told us anything about her past. She had kept it all to herself. We didn't know anything about our father." She rambled on.

"You know you look just like me." He said.

This took her completely off guard; she was sure he would deny any relations to her and kick her out.

"Do I?" she asked.

"Yeah, and your mother."

"Do you know if I'm yours?" he asked him, hoping now that he was her father.

"Before your mother left town, she told me she was pregnant." He said.

"What?!" was all she could say.

"Wait, but before she left she told me she had lied, that she really wasn't pregnant. I didn't believe her, we had been in a huge fight, and then she came to me telling me she was pregnant, just to tell me she lied and leave town. None of it made any sense. I tried to find her, I spent the entire summer looking for her, and I always believe in my heart that she truly was pregnant."

"She moved in with my step dad after she left Tree Hill, they started dating, and then we were born, and when we were two they got married."

"We?" he asked.

"Yeah me and my twin brother, Lucas." She replied.

"She named him after me?" he asked.

"Yeah, Lucas Keith Scott Jr. she also put you on our birth certificate as the father. She named me Lucy Karen Scott."

"She name you after my mom?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess so, I didn't know that your mom's name was Karen until today."

Just then Brooke pulled on Lucy's hair, and pulled hard.

"Is she your sister?" Lucas asked.

"No, my...my daughter." She told him.

"Your daughter?" he asked, he had just found out minutes ago he had two kids, and now he was a grandfather? This was so much for just a couple minutes.

"Yeah, Brooke Karen Scott-Smith. She's a year and a half. She was born the day after my mom's accident." She explained.

"Wow, this is a lot to take in."

"So you believe me?" she asked.

"Of course I do Lucy, as far as I'm concerned you're my daughter, and Lucas is my son. So that would make Brooke my..." he replied.

"Granddaughter." She finished his sentence.

"Wow, now I feel old." He replied.

"No, I just made some stupid decisions that's all."

"No, because if you call them that, then I wouldn't be here, and neither would your uncle Nathan, and either would their son Nate, or you and Lucas, or Jenny, or Brooke here, so some bad decisions can sometimes be a good thing." He replied.

"I guess your right, I mean I love Brooke more then anything in the world, it's just hard sometimes, but her dad is a great help."

"Where is he?"

"He's back in Bostic, I made him stay so Lucas wouldn't go crazy without the both of us, and besides they had a big game this week."

"What sport?" he asked.

"Basketball, they are on the Varsity team, so am I, well girls of course."

"That's awesome," he replied. He was glad that all of his kids played the sport that he loved so much, even the ones that didn't live with him.

Just then Brooke started screaming, "Oh, she must be hungry, I better get back to the hotel..." she said standing up trying to comfort a very upset Brooke.

"No daughter of mine is staying at a hotel when I live just down the street. You can stay in the guest room." He said.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be an inconvenience." She replied.

"You're my daughter, you will never be an inconvenience." He told her.

"Thanks, can I call you dad?" she asked.

"Of course."