Here's the final chapter of this story... Thanks for all the reviews! You guys are the best.

Krystal


Chapter 5:

"Help," Haley said into her cell phone, "I'm at 2222 Oakdale and Owen Morello is in the house. We just heard shots fired inside, we need help right away." Haley hung up the phone, "They are sending out officers immediately."

"We need to go back inside, what if that was Owen shooting and not Agent Taylor." Brooke said with concern, "Where is the other agent I wonder? And the car from the Sheriff's office?"

Haley sat down, "We can't go in there Brooke, I'm worried about Nathan but we have to stay here."

Brooke went to the linen closet and pulled out a baseball bat, "My gun is in the master bedroom, I need to go get it. I won't feel safe until I have it with me." Brooke headed to the door, "You should stay here, I would never forgive myself if something happened to you Hales. Lock yourself in the bathroom, I'll be back in a few minutes." Before Haley could protest Brooke slipped out the sliding glass door and ran to the house. She decided against the back door, 'I would be in the hallway's direct line of sight,' she walked slowly to the front door and covered her mouth at the horror in front of her, Agent Wallace was gutted and bleeding out on her front porch, "Shit" she gasped. Instead of heading in through the front door she headed to her bedroom so she could just sneak in through a window and quietly go back out. She opened the window and slid into her bedroom. She saw a bloody hand print on the wall and tried her best to shake off the uneasy feeling that washed over her. She quickly went to the closet and pulled her 45 caliber handgun out of it's shiny metal case. She loaded the magazine and shoved two additional clips in her back pocket. She was about to exit the same way she came in when she heard a noise coming from the master bathroom. 'You never investigate noises in scary movies, don't be the hero,' Brooke smiled at the expression Andy often told her. Curiosity got the best of her as she found herself creeping towards the bathroom. She disengaged the safety from her gun and noticed more bloody hand prints on the door frame, she pushed the door open and ran inside. "Nathan," she whispered.

Nathan was sitting in the garden style bathtub at the far end of Brooke's bathroom, "Why aren't you in the pool house, where is Haley?"

Brooke pulled the towels off the rod beside her and hurried over to Nathan's side, "Haley is barricaded in the pool house, I came back to grab some fire power just in case." Brooke searched him for the wound, Nathan winced when she reached it, "Oh my Gawd this is all my fault. I never should have involved any of you in this. Owen is fucking crazy, what am I going to tell Haley?"

"You aren't going to tell her anything," Nathan took one of the towels from Brooke and wrapped it around the gash in his hand. "Agent Taylor was distracted by you guys leaving, Owen snapped his neck and the next thing I know I'm shot. Lucas punched him and ran towards the front door, psycho brother followed him. Did you see him when you came in the house?"

"No," Brooke frowned and headed to the cabinet under the sink and returned with a first aid kit, "I snook in through the bedroom window, I only came in here because I saw the blood on the wall and the door frame." Brooke poured peroxide on Nathan's chest wound, "It looks like it went clean through. You're lucky Owen shot you and didn't come after you with the knife. He used to go hunting with my father when we were younger, he couldn't shoot the broad side of a barn, so he always cleaned the catch." Brooke stopped herself when she realized she was rambling, "I'm really sorry Nathan but help is on the way, Haley called 911 the second we got to the pool house." She took some gauze pads from the kit and unwrapped them, "I think your hand is going to need stitches."

"Yeah," Nathan said looking down at his mangled hand, "Owen was going to stab me, but I put up my hands to deflect him. That was when Lucas hit him and I got shot." Nathan took a deep breath, "I'm glad you and Haley are alright. We need to get out of here." Nathan said as he steadied his hand for Brooke to bandage. "I'm going to walk you back to the pool house then come back and look for Luke."

"No, you're injured. I'm going to go find Lucas and Owen." Brooke furrowed her brow, "It's time to finish this once and for all." Before he could stop her she left the bathroom and headed to the door leading to the hall.


Brooke waited for a few minutes, when she didn't hear anything she slowly opened the door and peaked into the hallway. She saw the bent and broken body of Agent Anton Taylor at the end of the hall. "Where are you Lucas?" She said aloud in a hushed tone, she immediately noticed the blood trail leading to the other side of the house. There was a puddle of fresh blood in front of the door leading to the garage, Brooke felt her heart racing, "You have to be alright Lucas, you have to be." She opened the door and screamed, "Lucas!"

"Keep it down pretty girl, he'll hear you." Lucas said.

Brooke gasped at the sight of her new husband, "What happened? Let me get you out of here."

Lucas lifted his arm, "I'm not going anywhere honey, he handcuffed me to the water pipes. I got separated from Nathan and the FBI agents are both dead. Owen left me here to go look for you."

"I need to go look for keys, Nathan is alright. I found him and sent him to go be with Haley in the pool house, the police are on their way. We don't know when Owen will come back for you so let me go find the keys," Brooke cursed herself for leaving the first aid kit in the bathroom, "There's so much blood," she choked.

Lucas gulped, "He stabbed me a couple of times and dragged me out here. If I don't-"

"Stop it broody please." Brooke cried, "We're going to make it. You're going to be fine," Brooke took her shirt off and tore the sleeves and pressed them to Lucas's wounds, "I will be right back." Before Lucas could convince her to stay she headed back into the hall. She ran over to Agent Taylor's lifeless body and quickly recovered the handcuff keys. Lucas looked relieved when she re-entered the garage, "I found the keys," Brooke was worried about his complexion, his skin was almost gray in color and he was clammy to the touch, "Let's get you out of here."

"Thank you pretty girl," Lucas smiled, "I love you." Brooke helped Lucas to his feet, "We just need to find a place to hide until the police show up."

Brooke noticed the fresh blood on the dressings she created from her shirt. "Lean on me Lucas," Brooke opened the garage door and let out a sigh of relief when all she saw was the body at the end of the long hallway. "I need to get you to the pool house."

Lucas leaned against her for support and limped towards the front door. "I think we should move after this," He laughed. "I was thinking a small craftsman maybe, like my mother's. This house is just too much for us."

Brooke couldn't believe he wanted to talk about the house right now, "I don't care where we live Lucas, I can make a home with you anywhere. Just promise to paint the door red."

"Anything for you pretty girl." Lucas grimaced through the pain.

Owen walked around the corner and faced them, engaging his hands in a slow clap, "You guys are so adorable I could just be sick." Owen pushed Lucas against the wall, "I have some business to take care of with my sister, you understand don't you?"

"Lucas!" Brooke screamed, "Owen please don't hurt him."

Owen turned his attention back to Brooke, quickly stabbing her in the shoulder, "This is disgusting Janey, he isn't your protector, I mean look at him." At that statement Lucas jumped on Owen's back and started hitting him. Owen groaned and slapped Brooke, she fell against the wall in a daze. Owen flipped Lucas off of him and pressed him against the wall. He pressed one of his hands to his throat and wiped the blood from his hunting knife, "Why," stab, "can't you" stab, "stop," stab, "getting between me," stab "and my sister," stab.

Brooke grabbed the gun she had at her waistband, "OWEN!" She yelled, he turned to look at her. She pulled the trigger and unloaded the clip into Owen's chest, he fell to the floor and didn't move. Brooke ran to Lucas's side and pulled him into her. Her head was ringing and she couldn't stop looking at all the blood. "Someone help me!" She screamed, before turning her attention back to Lucas, "Stay with me baby. Please don't leave me. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

Lucas coughed up some blood, "Hey none of that. I love you Brooke, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me. The happiest day of my life was when you told me you would marry me. The last three months have felt like a dream." He coughed again, "I'm sorry I won't be able to keep my promise of growing old with you."

Brooke's eyes burned with fresh tears, "Someone please!" She screamed, "Lucas I can't let you back out of that promise. What am I going to do without you?"

"Knowing that you are going to survive makes this bearable." Lucas choked again and blood trickled from his mouth, "I... Love... You..."

She squeezed him tighter, "I love you too," Brooke heard the last rattle of breath escape Lucas's lips. She heard footsteps upon her and looked up to see Nathan and Haley. "Help me."

Nathan rushed to their side, "Luke, come on man come back to us." He turned to Haley, "Tell them to hurry up dammit!"

Haley was as white as a sheet, "Please hurry, my brother in law is unresponsive."

Brooke backed up as Nathan started CPR. She felt like she was inside a nightmare, "This cannot be happening," she said aloud. She looked over at Owen and saw him beginning to stir, she stood up and pulled a new magazine from her pocket and reloaded her gun. "No Owen this time you get to see what it feels like to die alone." She fired three shots into his head, then collapsed to the floor.


-A Few Days Later-

"Mrs. Scott?" The doctor said as he entered the room, "You gave us quite a scare, I'm glad you returned to us." He picked up her charts, "We reset your shoulder, you might have some nerve damage, it's still too early to tell." He smiled at Brooke, "But the one positive is the trauma didn't harm your fetus."

Brooke was still numb from the events that transpired on her birthday. "My what?"

"Your fetus," The doctor continued, "Did you know you were pregnant?"

"No," Brooke cried, "How far along is it?" She instinctively brought her hands to her still flat abdomen.

"Five weeks." The doctor placed her chart back at the foot of her bed, "I want to keep you here for observation for a few days, run a couple more tests. You also have visitors if you are feeling up to it."

Brooke wiped at the tears on her cheeks, "Yes, send them in. Thank you doctor."

Nathan and Haley came in looking somber, "How you doing Davis?"

"I'm pregnant and Lucas is gone." Brooke sobbed, "What am I going to do?"

"Shit," Nathan said without thinking, "Did Lucas know?"

"I didn't even know." Brooke felt dizzy, "This cannot be happening, it isn't supposed to be like this."

Haley sat down on the hospital bed and held Brooke as she whimpered, "It's alright Brooke, let it out." Haley rubbed her hair, "I know this doesn't change the fact that Lucas is gone, but you can stay with Nathan and I as long as you want."

"That won't be necessary Haley," A voice called from the door, "She's going to stay with me."

"Karen," Brooke choked, "I am so sorry."

"You don't have anything to be sorry about," Karen smiled a sad smile, Brooke could tell she had been crying. "If you would rather stay with Nathan and Haley you can, but I would love it if you stayed with me."

Brooke reached for her hand, "No, I want to stay with you. I have other news Karen, you're going to be a grandmother."

Karen brought her hand to her mouth and let out a small sigh, "That's wonderful news Brooke."

"How could this be good news?" Brooke questioned.

"Because Lucas will be with you always, his memory will live on through you and your child." Karen paused, "Get some rest," She kissed Brooke's forehead, "I'll come back tomorrow."

When Karen left, Nathan and Haley went with her. Brooke sat up and held her stomach, "Alright kid, you be good to me and I'll be good to you. We only have each other," She furrowed her brow as she choked out the last part, "Your father would have been so excited to meet you."


-Five Years Later-

"Hi Luke," Brooke said from the bench across from the headstone that belonged to Lucas Eugene Scott, "So I am now officially old, today is my 30th birthday," She pushed some hair from her face, "And you have been gone for five years now. Some days it seems like we've been separated for a lifetime, others feel like you just died." She did her best to shake off the sadness, "Enough of that, I know you want to hear the good stuff. Our son is four years old, he's in pre-school three days a week and he's..." Brooke trailed off to catch her breath, "He's so much like you. I brought a new picture for you, Karen has shown me pictures of you when you were a boy and the likeness is almost bizarre. He reads anything and everything he can get his hands on, he's so smart. You would be so proud of him." Brooke paused to wipe the tears from her face. "I think when he turns five I will finally bring him here, for now he talks to a picture of you he keeps by his bed. I am doing everything I can to keep your memory alive, he is going to always know about his father the hero." Brooke stood up and went to the headstone, she kissed her fingertips then pressed them to the stone, "I am still single, I can just hear you up there telling me to move on and live my life." She looked up to the sky, "Easier said then done. I love you Lucas."


When Brooke drove up to the small house she shared with her son, the first thing she noticed was the moving truck parked in the driveway next door. "Finally someone bought that house," She said before getting out of the car and walking up to the small craftsman style bungalow with a crimson door, "I'm back Hales." Brooke took off her scarf and jacket and headed inside.

Haley came out of the kitchen, "I just put him down for his nap."

Brooke smiled at Haley's rounded stomach, "And you baked," Brooke took in the rich aroma of angel food cake, "You are supposed to be taking it easy," Brooke laughed, "When Nathan finds out..."

"Tell him tigger and there will be consequences." Haley rubbed the small of her back, "I better get home, can you believe it in a few more months I am going to have TWO children."

Brooke shuddered at the thought of all the things Lucas had missed. Peyton and Jake had welcomed twin girls six months after his death. Peyton was now pregnant again, 'Another girl,' Jake had said after the gender ultrasound. Nathan and Haley had a son eighteen months after the Scott family lost Lucas, "I'm sure Nathan and Jamie miss you." Brooke patted Haley's belly, "See you soon Lydia."

"I can stay a little while longer if you want?" Haley frowned. "It is your birthday after all."

"I'm fine Hales," Brooke smiled, "We will have dinner tomorrow as planned. Now get home to your family before I get sentimental."

Haley hugged Brooke, "I saw the moving truck, any clues of the identity of the new neighbors yet?"

Brooke headed to the door, "Nope, I have been trying not to snoop." Brooke closed the door behind them, "I'll get the gate."

"Thanks," Haley said as she waddled to her car, "Should I invite Chase to dinner? He said he would like to see you again."

Chase Adams, the owner of TRIC bar and nightclub, Nathan and Haley had set them up on a blind date a few weeks ago. Brooke shook her head, "He seemed great, but I don't think I'm ready and he..."

"Isn't Lucas," Haley finished. "Moving on doesn't tarnish his memory Brooke. Just remember that alright. You deserve happiness too."

Brooke closed the gate after Haley pulled her car out of the driveway, "I am happy Haley. See you tomorrow."


Brooke woke with a jump, "How long was I asleep? This chair gives me narcolepsy," She said aloud with a yawn. "He can't possibly still be sleeping can he?" She walked to his bedroom and opened the door. Her son wasn't in his bed, she went back to the living room and noticed the front door was open, "Lucas Russell Scott!"

"Hi momma," The blonde haired, blue eyed boy said with a smile, "You were sleep, I wanted to play."

Brooke folded her arms across her chest, "Are you supposed to come out here by yourself?"

Lucas lowered his head, "This gate was shut and locked. I'm sorry mama. You forgive me?"

Brooke scooped him up in her arms, "How could I ever be mad at that face?" She kissed his cheek then put him back down, "So what are we playing?"

"Rollie pollie!" Lucas screamed with a giggle as he collapsed to the grass and rolled from one end of the yard to the other.

Brooke heard a man's voice next door, she craned her head to get a look at the man belonging to the voice but had no luck, "Careful baby," Brooke headed towards the white picket gate that enclosed the property, "I don't want you to get dizzy." She opened and stepped through the gate that led to the sidewalk. She hurried towards the fence that separated her yard from the neighbors. She turned to look at Lucas and ran right into someone, "Oh my goodness I am so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going."

The tall, slender man with brown wavy hair smiled down at her. "It's fine, I was distracted myself." He looked over at Brooke's yard at the small child spinning in circles on the grass, "Not as distracted as you clearly." He extended his hand to her, "Julian Baker, I just moved in next door."

Brooke shook his hand and smiled again, she felt her cheeks redden, "Brooke Scott, welcome to the neighborhood."


So sad I know... But that was the nature of the story... Hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it..

Thank you all for your kind words!

Krystal