Lucas stepped onto the court to find Brooke waiting for him on the bleachers. With his hands in his pockets, he slowly made his way to her, taking the spot beside her.

"What's going on Brooke? You know I'm here for you." Lucas said softly.

Brooke took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around her. It wasn't that night air making her feel cold. It was something much more. Taking a deep breath, Brooke began to spill out the events of the past month.

"For the past month, I've been in a really dark place. I know that everyone seems to think I have it all together, but I don't. So, I started trying to find comfort wherever I could find it. You know, bars, clubs, the usual places I go. Then I met this one guy. He seemed to have it all. He was sweet, caring, and he even made me laugh. That in itself was a hard feat." she pauses with a slight smile before resuming her tale.

"Then I started getting sick. I mean, alot. And not the normal kind of sickness where you know it will go away. I couldn't get up in the mornings. I couldn't eat anything. And I just couldn't seem to shake it. So I went to the doctor. Of course the first test he ran was a pregnancy test." she stopped as she saw the panic in Lucas's eyes.

"Don't worry," she rushed out, "I'm not pregnant. Hell, that would be a comfort right now."

Lucas was now more worried than ever. What could be worse than being pregnant? He just sat there and listened with worry in his eyes.

"Lucas, he tested me for cancer. At first I thought it was so absurd. How could I have cancer? How could he even think it? So, I brushed it off as him being overly cautious. That was until I got the phone call. He said I tested positive for breast cancer. And what's worse is that he thinks I might not have that great of a chance of surviving the chemo." Brooke finished her last statement as the tears started flowing freely.

"Oh my god, Brooke." Lucas whispered as he took her sobbing body in his arms. He didn't know what else he could do but just comfort her as her shoulders shook with the sobs.

"Well, what happened to that guy? Is he going to be there for you through this?" He asked.

"Turns out as wonderful as he is, he didn't want a girlfriend with a death sentence. He told me he couldn't see me anymore and that he didn't want me to see him. So I was left with no one. That's why I called you. I wanted to call Peyton, but I didn't have the strength to swallow my pride. You're the only one that knows that I can turn to. I don't want Peyton to find out. At least not now. Maybe I can tell her someday on my own. If I have time that is." She broke down into another sobbing fit.

Lucas sat there and tried to wrap his mind around it. This was too much. I mean, she was Brooke Davis. Captain of the cheer squad, student body president, and a fighter to the core. He didn't know what words he could say to comfort her. There really wasn't much he could say except one thing.

"I'm here for you Brooke. I'll be here every step of the way. You can count on it."

The two teens just sat there like that for a while. One needing to be held, while the other vowed that he would not let her do this alone.