AN: Chapter 2 is here, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I'm a poor college student. I don't own anything.


"What do you mean Lucas is coming," Brooke asked nervously. She didn't want to see him - not yet at least. First, she needed to break the fact that he had a daughter gently. Second, she still smelled like airplane.

"Don't get hysteric Brooke," Jake said trying to calm her down. Having a pregnant wife, Jake knew about hysterics and haven't Brooke Davis as his wife's best friend, he knew even more.

"Don't tell me not to get hysteric Jake Jagielski," Brooke said in whisper not wanting her daughter to hear her yelling. She did not need Paige worrying about what she was yelling about.

Peyton looked at both of them then at Brooke." Brooke don't get hysteric or-or you'll make the baby upset," Peyton announced confidently, remember Brooke had used to the same excuse while she was pregnant with Paige.

"I'm happy you've finally come to the dark side using mini-Jagielski to get what you want, but you're not suppose to use it on me," she replied, placing her hands on her hips. It was quite obvious that Paige received her attitude "problems" from her mother.

"You're supposed to use your evil powers to get ice cream in bed or a foot rub...or some expensive piece of jewelry. They are not supposed to be used on the best friend." Brooke made a face.

Before Lucas even opened the door, he could hear Brooke's voice.

"Brooke, I don't want you to go," Lucas whispered in her ear while they were the taxi. Brooke was leaving for Los Angeles and they would be apart for months, he didn't know if he could survive that long without Brooke.

Brooke smiled sadly. "Come on, Broody, you can survive a couple months without me. Plus, we can have hot phone sex," she pointed it. She was desperately trying to make light of the situation even though she was incredibly sad.

"But we won't see each other for months. What if some male model tries to steal you away?" he asked her, half joking but also half serious.

She chuckled. "Lucas, most male models are gay. So, do you really have anything to worry about? No." Brooke placed her hand on his cheek and kissed him softly on the lips. "I love you, Lucas, don't forget that."

The taxi came to a stop by the airport. "I love you too, Brooke, but is love really enough?"

"Lucas, remember what I told you: 'People that are meant to be together always find their way in the end.'" She smiled at him before kissing him again. "Now, I expect lots of pictures of you playing basketball looking all sexy and everything, got it, Broody?"

"I got it Cheery."

Lucas took a deep breath before knocking on the door and letting himself into the house. She was a vision - nothing had changed about Brooke Davis. "Brooke, what-what are you doing here?"

Brooke was silent for a moment before feeling a soft kick to her chin. She glared at Peyton. "Oh, I'm here to see your mom. I heard she was sick and I wanted to-to see her." She stood there for a moment, moving back and forth on her heals. "So, I heard you're engaged."

Lucas thought it was nice that Brooke was seeing his mom; he knew that his mother wished he was marrying Brooke instead of Rachel, but what was done was done. "Um, yeah, I proposed to Rachel a month ago."

"Wow, so soon. When's the big date?" she asked, stifling the green eyed monster that was itching to make its way out. To-do list: Bake cookies with Paige and Jenny, see Karen, kill Rachel, and strive for world peace.

"Well we connect." Not as well as you and I did. Lucas paused for a moment - being engaged was one thing, getting married was another thing entirely. "Well, we haven't really set a date yet."

In reality, Lucas was the one putting off setting an official date - they talked about next year, but Lucas was still unsure.

"So, Luke, why are you here?" Peyton asked getting in between to two exes. I'm not sure if they're going to kill each other or just injure each other. She knew neither of them would do anything that hurt the baby, so she was not worried about that. However, she knew Brooke and Brooke's bite was fiercer than her bark.

"Rachel needs me to go pick out a cake with her, and I need someone to sit with my mom," he explained. Lucas actually found it quite pointless to pick out a cake when they had not even set a date, but it kept Rachel out of his mother's hair.

Here's my chance. "I'll do it. I haven't seen her yet," Brooke offered.

"Thanks Brooke." Lucas knew he'd have to make sure that Rachel stayed away from the hospital which wouldn't be that hard, considering she and Karen didn't get along.

"You're welcome."

An awkward silence lingered between the former lovers.

"Well, I have to go."

"Bye. Oh, and Luke, tell Rachel said hello," Brooke said putting on her best fake smile - the one she used for her parents or models who thought they were too important to wear certain outfits.

Jake looked over at Peyton nervously. He knew Brooke's fake smile, it meant a melt down might be on the horizon.

Lucas started walking out the door. "Bye," he mumbled. Then walked out and shut the door.

"Retract bitch claws right now Brooke Penelope Davis," Peyton joked after Lucas left. Brooke was being far too nice and quiet.

"Bite me Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer Jagielski," Brooke retorted.


Karen was reading a magazine when Brooke knocked on the door. She carried a bouquet of flowers, a thing of chocolates, and several magazines. Next to her was a walking teddy bear. Karen blinked twice before realizing that the walking teddy bear was actually a little girl carrying a teddy bear bigger thans he was.

"Brooke, it's so great to see you!" Karen gushed. Her eyes went back to the little girl. "And who is this cutie?"

"Paige Karen Davis-Scott," Paige answered for her mother. She was proud of her name - her mother had picked it out and she was always told her middle name came from a woman who was amazing.

"Scott?" Karen asked. If she had been drinking something, she would have spit it out in shock. Could this child be my grandchild?

Brooke sat down on the chair next to the bed. She pulled Paige onto her lap, and smoothed her daughter's hair. "Karen, don't tell him," she pleaded. "It needs to come from me. I've been lying for a very long time."

Karen didn't want to agree, but she saw desperation in Brooke eyes - the same desperation she had felt years ago. "I won't tell him, Brooke, but only if you promise to tell him."

She nodded, putting on her best smile for Paige's sake. "I will tell him when the time is right. I can't just upheaval his life." Brooke paused for a moment. "Speaking of life, he's marrying Rachel? When did this happen?"

"It happened shortly after you left," Karen told her. "He was desperate to forget you and they began seeing each other. Then she got pregnant." Karen scowled, she had not believed for a second that Rachel had been pregnant.

"Lucas and Rachel have a child?" Brooke frowned.

"Oh no," Karen quickly replied. "She lost the baby if there even was one. I didn't believe her for a second. Lucas feels like he has to be with her."

"I'm guessing you don't like her." It somewhat amused Brooke that Karen hated her soon to be daughter-in-law. Does Lucas love her?

"I hate her," Karen replied.

Brooke smiled. "So, on a more happy topic, would you like to get to know your granddaughter?"

Karen looked down at the little girl and smiled. "Well given she has one of the best names I've ever heard, I would love to get to know her."


Rachel wasn't really sure if she loved Lucas. Yes, she enjoyed his company and he made her feel like the only girl in the world - even though she knew she was not the only girl in his world.

After testing several wedding cake flavors, Lucas made some excuse to leave. Rachel didn't mind though, she needed to see his mother anyway. Not to be nice though, but to manipulate Karen into liking her.

She bought a bouquet of flowers and a get well soon card from the hospital gift shop. They weren't the most expensive; in fact, Rachel picked the least expensive. As Rachel was about to walk into the hospital room, she heard a familiar voice through the door.

"Would you like to get to know your granddaughter?"

Rachel was in quite a state of shock. Brooke had a child with Lucas? After a moment of regaining her composure, Rachel smiled deviously. Lucas couldn't possibly love someone who withheld the one thing he'd want to know about - his child.


Brooke wished she could have stayed all day with Karen and caught up. It truly was not Tree Hill without Karen Roe-Scott. Just as Brooke was leaving, she saw Keith with who she assumed was Keith and Karen's daughter. "Hey stranger," she said a smile on her face.

Keith smiled warmly at Brooke, he had always liked her. "How have you been, Brooke?"

There were many ways Brooke could have answered that question. How had she been? Well, she had a child out of wedlock with his nephew turned step-son, the love of her life was marrying her enemy, and she had yet to tell the love of her life that she had been lying to him for years.

"I've been good," Brooke replied. "I don't want to keep you from visiting Karen. I'll see you around."

Once Brooke had walked away, Alyssa "Lyssa" Scott ran into her mother's hospital room. "Mommy!" she cried, jumping up on the bed and giving her mother a kiss on the cheek. "Are you feeling better?"

Karen always felt much younger when she was around her daughter. Alyssa could make the oldest person feel like a teenager again with her personality and ability to love everyone. "I'm feeling a little better today. How is my little girl?"

Alyssa smiled up at her mother. "I'm good, Mommy. I miss you though. So tell the men in white coats that you need to come home." Lyssa leaned closer to her mother to whisper in her ear. "Mama, Daddy doesn't know how to do hair right."

Karen chuckled. "Well, he is a boy."

Keith leaned down and kissed Karen. "Forgive me for my gender, we aren't given the hair fixing genes," he told his wife and daughter. Taking a deep breath, he sat down next to the bed. "Any news?" He was being hopeful - he just couldn't lose Karen.

"There is an experimental surgery they can do next week. It's about the same risk either way," she explained. Karen looked at Lyssa and smiled reassuringly. "I told the doctors that we would try it."

"Mommy, are you gonna get better?"

"I'm going to try, sweetheart."

"Good!" Alyssa said, burying her head into her mother's shoulder. She looked back up and smiled. "I love you, Mommy."

"I love you too, baby girl," Karen replied holding back tears. It was hard for her to imagine leaving her daughter. She had to get better, she just had to.


Sooo, review, it makes me want to write more/update faster.

Oh, and I totally forgot how much I loved writing OTH fanfic, totally brings me back to the days of season 3.