AN: I don't own the song Time is Running Out by Muse. I wish I did, it's a great song, but sadly, I don't.

When Brooke pulled up to the River Court she saw Lucas shooting hoops with Skills and Fergie. Mouth, as usual, was sitting on the sidelines, calling out the play by play. None of them had noticed her yet, so she just sat in her car and turned up the volume on her CD player.

Muse was one of the few Indie bands Peyton had gotten her interested in. She leaned back in her seat and took several deep breaths as one of her favorite songs serenaded her.

I think I'm drowning

Asphyxiated

I want to break the spell

That you've created

You're something beautiful

A contradiction

I want to play the game

I want the friction

You will be the death of me

Yeah, you will be the death of me ...

She quickly turned of the music as the song started to hit home. "Won't be listening to that one for a while." She muttered quietly to herself. She took one final, cleansing breath and stepped out of her car.

"Hey, Luke, man look." Skills said, pointing to Brooke, who stood on the edge of the court. In the waning light, it took Lucas a minute to figure out who was standing there.

"Brooke..." He said her name as if he had just been punched in the stomach.

"We're just gonna go..." Skills said, dragging Fergie and Mouth away from the court with him. Lucas just nodded as he continued to stare at Brooke.

When the guys were gone Brooke cleared her throat and stepped into the light bathing the basketball court. "Hi."

"What do you want Brooke?" Lucas winced as the question came out much harsher than he expected.

"I need to talk to you." She answered quietly, unaffected by his abrupt tone of voice.

"What do we have to talk about?" Lucas asked sarcastically, "How I fucked up your life?"

Brooke closed her eyes so he couldn't see how close to tears she was. Damn these hormones! "Maybe we should sit down."

"What's going on Brooke?"

Brooke sat on the very edge of the picnic table's bench seat and took a deep breath. "I... Luke, I really don't know how to say this..."

"Just spit it out." Lucas said impatiently.

"This is hard for me," Brooke exclaimed her own impatience and irritation kicking in. "So just sit your ass down and listen to me."

"Sorry." Lucas muttered as he sat down. "So?"

"So... I'm pregnant."

"You're kidding."

"'Fraid not."

Lucas laughed, although there was no humor in it. "Of course you are. And I'm the father, right?" Brooke nodded miserably. "Of course I am." Lucas shook his head in disbelief. "You're sure?"

Brooke glared at him. "Yes I'm fucking sure. Unlike some people I was faithful during our relationship."

Lucas winced. "Sorry... I'm just trying to wrap my mind around this..."

Brooke closed her eyes and braced herself. "There's more."

"How could there be more?"

"Twins."

"Twins." Lucas repeated.

Brooke nodded. "Congratulations, you've got some pretty potent sperm."

Lucas laughed despite himself. "It's not funny Brooke."

"I know."

The two of them sat in silence for several moments: both of them staring into space. "What are we going to do?"

Brooke shook her head. "You don't have to do anything Luke... I've got Peyton and Jake looking out for me-"

Lucas stood up and glared at her. "The hell I'm not going to do anything! I'm not going to turn into Dan."

"Sorry..."

Lucas sighed as he sat back down. "No, I'm sorry... I just..."

"It's understandable." Brooke tried to soothe him.

Lucas scrubbed a hand through his hair. "So what do we know so far?"

"There're two of them." Brooke said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Ha ha." Lucas responded.

"Just a second." Brooke smiled slightly and ran to her car. Lucas sat completely motionless until Brooke came back. "Here."

"What is it?" Lucas asked taking the sheet of paper from her.

"Ultrasound."

Lucas looked at the grainy black and white photo for a few minutes. "I can't..."

Brooke laughed at sat next to him. She pointed out each baby. "There's one and there's the other one."

Lucas nodded. "This is real, isn't it?"

Brooke nodded somberly. "Yeah, it is. Listen Luke," She started after a few more minutes of silence. "I have to get home. Jake and Peyton are waiting for me. You'll be okay?"

"Yeah." Lucas nodded. "I'll see you on Monday."

Brooke nodded when she reached her car. "Yeah, I guess you will."