"Crap" Lucas muttered as he walked down the stairway and noticed Brooke passed out on the stairs.

"Brooke, Can you open your eyes for me?" He said nervously, bending down to her level.

"Haley forgot me." She said quietly without opening her eyes, drifting off again.

"Okay, let's get you out of here."

Lucas slung Brooke's arm around his shoulder and put his arm under her legs, walking her quietly out of the club and putting her in his car. He buckled her in the front seat and shut the door. They drove off in the direction of Rachel's house, but Lucas realized he had seen her leave 10 minutes ago with her nightly hook-up. So there was only one place left to take her.

"Hey Brooke, Babe can you take my hand? Every time I squeeze your hand I want you to squeeze back okay?" He said. He didn't want her to pass out and not wake up, just in case. She lifted her hand up slowly and grabbed his, giving it a light squeeze, just enough to show she was there. He grabbed her hand occasionally for the next 10 minutes as they drove to his house. When they got there he pulled her out of the car and carried her into his room. He laid her down on the bed and pulled off her shoes and jacket. She cooperated quietly, too drunk to even try and resist. He pulled her top off, he had seen her naked before, but this time it was more of a friend helping a friend in need, and replaced it with his Keith Scott Motors sweatshirt. Then he took of her mini skirt and put in its place a pair of his old sweatpants. He grabbed a couple blankets and was about to walk out when he heard Brooke speak quietly.

"Luke. Please. Stay with me."

"I don't know Brooke." He wondered aloud.

"I don't want to be alone. I can't." And with that Lucas was pulling Brooke into his arms and pushing up the comforter. She wasn't a charity case, and he didn't pity her. He decided she was a girl in need of saving. That was what they promised each other after the shooting. He rested his hand on her stomach, the possible home of their baby and tried to fall asleep.

"I still need you." She whispered to him before falling asleep. And just like that, the wall around her heart came crashing down.

"Lucas?" Peyton said, cracking open his bedroom door. "Oh my god. You stupid backstabbing whore." Peyton screamed. She walked in and shook Brooke awake, yelling for Lucas the whole time. He came running out of the bathroom and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the scene before him. A disoriented Brooke getting slapped by a fuming Peyton.

"Peyton, what the hell?" Lucas said.

"We have one fight and you go sleep with the school slut?" Peyton yelled.

"I didn't sleep with her! Haley left her alone at Tric last night and she had no where to go so I brought her here."

"Oh. Did you sleep in the same bed?"

"No. I slept on the couch." He said giving Brooke a quick look, who was still sitting there looking pale and confused. Peyton turned around and glared at Brooke who stood up and uneasily faced her.

"Nothing happened. I'm not you." She said and then dashed to Lucas's bathroom, locking the door behind her.

"I'll meet you later Lucas and we can talk okay?" Peyton muttered before walking out the door.

"Brooke. We need to talk. I need to know what's going on with you. Brooke walked out of the bathroom, wiping the evidence of what she guessed was morning sickness off her mouth. She slid down the wall and sat next to Lucas on the floor.

"I'm pregnant" she said, silently crying. Luke held her in his arms tightly rubbing her back soothingly as she hiccupped.

"What are we gonna do?" He whispered into her ear.