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A/N: I am really grateful for all the positive feedback, constructive critcism is highly appreciated, thank you. The title of this chapter is a song by The Script. Ladies and gentlemen, chapter three...

Chapter Three

The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Lucas Scott.

Ugh! His name alone was enough to make her want to stay buried in the warmth of her sheets but no, she had to go and agree to have dinner at Haley and Nathan's for the rest of the week, both of them claiming that Jamie was in need of some quality time with his Aunt. A statement which she had wanted to reply with a bitter Whats wrong with Aunt Peyton? but she didn't, she didn't for Jamie.

Jamie, her weak spot.

Of course, she had complied with these arrangements as soon as Jamie's name fell off their lips but they had failed to let her in on one tiny little detail, Peyton was joining them and she was bringing along her fiancé, the one and only Lucas Scott.

Peyton Sawyer was her bestfriend. Her long-time friend.

Although, she wouldn't necessarily say Peyton was her rock, more of her wall; there when you need something to lean on because life has become a bit too overwhelming and tough but sometimes the wall blocks you out, knocks you down, breaks your heart... It's completely unintentional of course but no matter the reasons for things it does, the aching never wavers and you find yourself disappointed that you put all your weight, all you trust into it, only to walk away looking like a fool.

And she loved Peyton, more than she ever loved Lucas and that's why she had broken up with him Senior Year, for Peyton to get her happy ending but as Brooke recieved the news that Peyton was about to get her happy ending, she found herself asking questions she had never dared to touch upon before; how much did Peyton love her? More than Lucas? Did she even think of her, worry about her, when she was with Lucas? Did Lucas think about her? Did he worry about her? Did he lo-

No! She cursed herself, inwardly. She wasn't allowed to think about that.

The bruise on her arm, where her attacker had grabbed her arm so tight that his nails had delved into the flesh and drew specks of blood, ached more than usual and the aching sent throbbing pulses up and down her arm, like she could actually feel the blood moving though her veins. While in her thoughts, she subconsciously rubbed it trying to relieve herself of the ache but it only added to it.

She was still comtemplating whether or not to go to Haley and Nathan's. Sure, she loved Jamie and she wanted to be there for him in his time of need but her bruises were still visual to the naked eye and there was still that questioning look in her friend's gaze, that one she had grew to loathe with immense passion.

It wasn't just a look of question or curiosity, it was strong with pity and when she would finally meet that gaze, it only grew. Why did they pity her? She felt like that they didn't even know her. The funny thing was that they looked at her with a look that told her they were trying to say sorry, that they pitied her and yet they had no idea why. They had no idea that some guy had barged into her store, knocked her to the floor and made her face into his own little make-shift punching bag.

They just didn't know.

A part of her wished that they knew but that was only a very small part her, the rest knowing that it would be impossible to tell them. The words would form on her lips but she would be sure that not a single one would leave her mouth; she wanted to keep the shred of dignity she had left.

After much deliberation she decided that she would go to Haley and Nathan's, out of gratitude to their hospitality and of course, to see Jamie but she would make an excuse to leave once she had got in some quality bonding time with her god son.

She got dressed, making sure she concealed the bruises on her body, knowing she'd have a hard time explaining them if ever they came into view. They had started to fade, something she was extremely thankful for but the physical scars were nothing compared to the emotional ones, she was sure those ones would stay with her forever.

She began her journey to see the Scott family and her mind began to wander slightly, her subconscious taking her to a place she wasn't allowed to go, back to Senior Year, when she was the girlfriend of a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed, brooding boy.

Specifically, that one particular night at Rachel's cabin...

"Thank you," he whispered in her ear as she sat between his legs on the chair.

"What for?" She asked, confused and she craned her neck so that she could see his face.

"Everything," he replied, his answer simple and sweet. "You may not think it but you've help me the most these past few weeks, so thank you, Brooke."

He leaned down and placed a small kiss on her lips.

"Your welcome," she breathed into his lips, not wanting to break the kiss.

His tongue dove into her mouth, tasting every inch of it, cherishing that lavish sweetness of her cherry flavour. His hands began to roam her body and he felt like it had been forever since his hands had felt the warm softness of her midriff. His lips pulled away from hers and feverishly attacked her neck.

"I love you, Brooke Davis," he mumbled into her skin, trailing wet kisses up her neck and stopping at her lips. "I really, really love you..."

"I love you, too, Lucas," she said back, her voice soft and full of love.

He gently picked her up and walked over to the large rug in front of the fire. He placed her on it and towered over her, his lips back on her skin. He slowly unzipped the hoody she was wearing, discarding it onto the open floor beside him, leaving her in just her bra and pants. He planted soft kisses on the exposed part of her breasts and she arched into his lips, her hands gripping the rug slightly as she moaned.

His hands moved to her pants and he pulled them down her legs, his hands caressing her smooth skin as she was relieved of her lower garment. He stroked and kissed her, loving every sound she emitted. He was still fully clothed and she was in her underwear, not revealing too much and he was harder than ever; her beautiful sounds did that do him.

"Lucas..." she whispered huskily, realising that anyone could come in and see them and he looked up.

"Yeah?" He questioned, his hands still caressing her. "What is it Brooke?" He asked, his hand still at work and he thought he saw hesitation in her eyes but it quickly left.

"It's nothing," she told him and he raised his eyebrow, not looking the least bit convinced, "It's just...what if someone comes in?"

"Everyone is in bed," he laughed slightly then continued, "But if you wanna go upstairs, we can...I mean, I don't mind," he suggested and began to get up but she pulled his head back down to hers.

"Just shut up and kiss me.."

HONK!

The car horn from behind her knocked her from her memory and she realized what it was that she was remembering.

Damn it! She thought, thinking that it was wrong, very wrong to think about him, no matter what the memory but somehow she always found herself leading back to that moment in her life, when he was her life. It was completely involuntary and she couldn't stop it. He was everywhere she went, she couldn't even escape him when she closed her eyes. Lucas Scott was her very own brand of herion, completely lethal for her to even think about, let alone touch, yet the craving to have wouldn't let up. He could fix her, right? But he was forbidden, dangerously forbidden.

Lucas Eugene Fucking Scott.

Her drug. Her poison.

Her bestfriend's fiancé.

--

He watched her from Nathan and Haley's window, observing her every move.

She was just pulling into their driveway and he had been sat, waiting for her for the last half an hour. He told himself he was just being a good friend, that he was trying to be there for her but somewhere in his heart, deep down, he knew that there was more to it than that.

She stepped out of her car and walked to the front door, her steps quick and graceful. As she came into the house, he closed his eyes slightly and hoped that she wouldn't reject him like she had the last time he had tried to get through to her, he hoped that she would see that he truly cared for her and that he wanted to help in her time of need. He looked at her as she walked into the room and he noticed that her bruises had started to fade, bruises that he knew she hadn't got from falling down the stairs.

She went and sat on the couch, Jamie instantly by her side, telling her everything and anything he could think of. His stories ranging from his pet rabbit, Chester eating a whole carrot in a two minutes flat, to some girl at school called Sarah, who told him that basketball was a dumb game and he had told her that he didn't like her hair so he had put sand in it. He laughed a little when Brooke scolded him, saying that he shouldn't put sand in anyones hair. Jamie had replied by telling her that it was a really awful haircut and he thought that he made it look better.

He watched as Jamie played with the ends of her hair as he told his numerous amount of story. She looked content and highly amused as Jamie kept rambling about the days she had missed, the days when she had been hiding away in her house. She looked genuinely interested and when she would smile or laugh at something, he found himself doing the same. He looked at Jamie and noticed that he was extremely happy to have Brooke there with him, letting him tell her all about those days she wasn't there.

He smiled at the sight.

Deciding that she wouldn't be harsh too him if their godson was present, he walked up to her and Jamie.

"Hey Brooke," he said, softly and she raised her head slightly to look at him but turned and looked back at Jamie after she gave him a tight smile, "How are you?" He pressed.

"I'm good, thanks," she replied stiffly but kept her attention on Jamie.

"Being doing anything lately?" He questioned, realising that his attempts at a conversation were pathetic.

"Jamie, why don't you go and see how long dinner will be? I'm pretty hungry," she said and the little boy went running into the kitchen. She turned and looked at Lucas. "Stop, okay? Just...stop."

"Stop what?" He asked, acting clueless but he only fueled her anger.

"You know what," she hissed and her jaw clenched, "I'm not some helpless little girl, Lucas...I don't need you help...I don't need you to save me," she said, angrily.

Her anger didn't do anything to him because he could see the sadness in her eyes when she said that she didn't need him to save her and he knew that she was remembering. He was, too. She had asked him once, a long time ago, to save her and he had obliged because that's who he was; Lucas Scott, the hero. However, despite his ability to save everyone in need, he couldn't save her and he couldn't for the life of him fathom why he couldn't.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Peyton watching them with curious eyes. He wanted to turn and look at her, reassure her that he was just trying to help Brooke but he couldn't. He didn't want to because he was coming to terms with the fact that maybe he didn't just want to save her.

"But I promised, Brooke," his eyes were full of concern; his mind full of memories, "I promised I would save you," he whispered and she looked at him with disbelief.

There was a silence and he took this as a sign that she was debating on letting him in and help her get through this time in her life.

"You never were good at keeping promises," she said, softly and rose from her seat, "At least not with me."

He was wrong.

--

Dinner was tense; awkward would describe it best. All that could be heard was the clacking of the knives and forks when they made contact with the porcelain plates. Haley and Nathan were slightly confused at the tension that surrounded them. Peyton was pissed; at Brooke and Lucas but mostly herself. Lucas was guilty, guilt that stemmed from the fact the he couldn't save Brooke when she needed him to and because Peyton was angry at him, she had every right to be. Brooke was staring at her plate, not really giving off any emotion, although, there was a strong aura of sadness around her and they all felt it, they just choose to ignore it, hoping Brooke would come to them. And Jamie was utterly clueless.

Nathan looked around the table a frowned slightly. None of them were being themselves and they were all around people who knew them best.

"So..." he attempted to start a conversation but they all looked at him with intimidating, expectant eyes and raised eyebrows, "...nothing," he continued, quickly, shaking his head.

Brooke was usually good with awkward and tense silences but somehow she didn't know what to do. They had known each other for a long time and they shouldn't have to endure these weird tensions, especially when she knew it had something to do with her.

Those silences made it hard to talk.

"So, Hales," Lucas started and everyone looked at him, "How's the music coming along?" He asked.

"It's going good," she replied, smiling, "Great, actually," she corrected herself and everyone smiled at her, knowing that she loved to sing.

"That's good," he stated, "I hope Peyton's not going too hard on you," he laughed and put his hand on top of Peyton's, which was resting on the table.

Brooke glanced at their hands and averted her eyes the minute Lucas began stroking Peyton's palm. She swallowed slightly and wished that this night would be over with soon so she could go home and find some solace in her bed.

"Momma," Jamie spoke up once it had went silent again, "Can I be excused please? I'm done." he smiled innocently.

"Sure sweetie, you know what to do though...take yo-"

"Take my plate out and wash myself up...I know Momma," he said, cutting Haley off.

"Okay then honey, you may be excused," she told him.

He got up out of his chair ad grabbed his plate. He went to walk out the dining room and into the kitchen but stopped just before his body left the room completely.

"Do you wanna come and help me, Aunt Brooke?" He asked Brooke and her face seemed to lighten up at the excuse to get out of the room.

"Sure, Jamie," she agreed and smiled at him. She turned to Haley, "May I be excused Momma?" She asked playfully and everyone laughed except Jamie, who looked on confused.

"She's not your Momma, Aunt Brooke, she's my Momma," he said, confused and they all laughed again.

"She was just joking, buddy," Nathan said, intervening for the benefit of his son but Jamie still looked confused, "It's an adult thing, son...I'll tell you when your older."

"Adult thing?" He questioned and then frowned slightly, "That's forever away..." he complained.

"Come on Jamie, time to get you cleaned up," Brooke announced and lifted him up, wincing when she placed him on a bruise.

"You okay, Brooke?" Lucas asked, concerned after he noticed her wince.

"Yeah...just a little sore still," she reassured them and smiled.

"Oh...okay, as long as you're okay holding him," Lucas said, "I mean...I've never fell down the stairs but you may be bruised for a while...we wouldn't want you in pain."

"I'm fine, Lucas," she said, glaring at him, knowing he deliberately added the 'falling down the stairs' part to get her to admit that she didn't fall down the stairs. "Come on, Jamie."

She carried Jamie out of them room and once she knew they were out of view and that couldn't see her, she put him down. She caressed her injuries, trying to nurse them. Lucas was right. She knew as soon as she picked up Jamie that she would be in pain but she didn't want to admit that to them, she didn't want them to know she was in pain.

Her eyebrows furrowed together as her hand went over a particularly painful bruise and Jamie frowned, noticing this.

"Are you okay?" He asked and she smiled down at him.

"Never been better, Jimmy Jam...never been better," she answered him and he smiled back at her.

He turned to walk up the stairs and once his back was to her she let her smile fall. Her hand was still nursing her injuries and she winced again when her hand moved across another painful bruise. She took a deep breath and followed Jame up the stairs.

Lucas frowned from his position by the door, his eyes full of concern.

--

After Jamie had got washed up, he and Brooke went into his room. When they went into his room, he ran to his pet rabbit, Chester and picked him up. Brooke sat down on his bed and Jamie walked over to her with Chester in his arms. He placed the rabbit into her arms and then went to play with his toys. Brooke held the rabbit in her arms and stared into its eyes. She stroked and watched Jamie play with his trucks, a little smile playing across her lips.

Lucas walked up the stairs and proceeded to Jamie's room. The door was open and he looked in. Jamie and Brooke were sat on the floor, a variety of toys surrounding them. Brooke had Chester in her arms and her eyes on Jamie, taking in everything he was telling her about his collection of toys. He smiled. He knew she was going to make an amazing mother one day.

He knew her children were going to be beautiful, with wavy, brown locks, big brown eyes and amazing dimples. Then he realised that Brooke was going to have children and those children would have a father. A father that wasn't going to be him. Suddenly the feeling of Brooke having someone elses children made his stomach churn.

Jamie's eyes wandered to the door when he heard someone shuffle.

"Uncle Lucas," Jamie called and Brooke froze, her back stiffening.

Lucas smiled and walked into the room, standing by where they were sat and ruffled Jamie's hair.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing?" He asked and let his eyes fall on Brooke but she was looking everywhere except at him.

"We're playing trucks, it's the most fun thing ever..." he paused and pondered what he had just said, "...except basketball," he grinned and Lucas laughed.

"There's nothing better than basketball," he stated and Jamie nodded his head, agreeing with him.

"Daddy got me a new basketball, do you want me to go and get it?" He asked and Brooke's eyes widened with panic, knowing is Jamie left, she would be alone with Lucas.

"Yeah, I'd love to see it," Lucas said and smiled at Jamie, "Why don't you go and get it now, to show Aunt Brooke and I...we'll wait here," he offered and Brooke glared at him.

"Do you wanna see it too, Aunt Brooke?" He asked, eagerly, like he was showing them the most amazing thing in the world and Brooke knew she couldn't say no.

"I would love to see it Jamie," she smiled.

His eyes lit up with excitement and she watched him run out of the room to retrieve the basketball. She stood up from her position on the floor and sighed when she saw Lucas smile a little, knowing he had got what he had wanted; her alone. She didn't even know why he was so insistent on getting her to tell him something. So he thought he knew that she didn't fall down the stairs, she was never going to tell him that. She felt his eyes on her but she never made any eye contact with him.

"Ignoring me, huh?" He scoffed, "Real mature, Brooke," he said bitterly and her head snapped in his direction.

"I'm not ignoring you Lucas, I just have nothing to say to you," she announced and he looked at her with a pained expression on his face.

"I don't even know what I seemed to have done..." he trailed off and sighed, "Have I done something to hurt or offend you?" He asked and she laughed at his audacity.

"No, you haven't done anything...there, you can let go of your guilty conscience now," she smiled sarcastically and he looked confused.

"Then why are you so angry at me?" He asked her, desperately wanting answers.

"I'm not angry at you, Lucas, so just let it go, okay...please let it go," she pleaded and he knew there was more to it than she letting on.

He took a few steps closer to her and she backed up slightly, her back hitting the wall. She swallowed, she had nowhere to run now. He came even closer to her and stood right in front of her, his face too close to hers. She could feel his breath slightly, the warmth of it making her cheek tingle.

"I know there's something you're not telling me, or telling anyone for that matter..." he said, softly, "...and I'm going to find out what it is."

"Maybe there's a reason I'm not telling you or anyone else...did you ever think of that?" She asked, harshly.

"Maybe," he shrugged, "but I'm going to find out what you're hiding and I'm going to help you, even if you're hell bent on getting me out of your life," he said, his voice firm and sincere.

She wanted to believe him, put all her trust in his words but she knew from experience that his speeches were just formality, especially with her. They didn't mean anything to her anymore, they were just empty words and she was sick of hearing them.

She pushed him away from her and began to walk out of the door.

"Yeah, run away, Brooke...it's what your good at," he said, coldly and she turned and looked at him, here eyes full of anger.

"Maybe I'm just good at running away from you..." he frowned, "...because God knows, you give me plenty reason to."

"That's not fair," he said, his voice much softer and she shrugged.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you, Lucas...life's not fair," she said and went to walk away again but he carried on talking.

"I'm gonna keep coming back you know," he told her and she looked at him confused, "You can push me away, run away, even hate me...but I'm not going to stop, not going to stop pushing back or chasing you, not until I know the truth," he announced.

"Then you'll be chasing a lost cause, pushing back for nothing...because you'll never know," she spat.

"I know you, Brooke, the only way you would be this harsh is if you're hiding something...and I am going to find out what it is."

"You don't know me Lucas, not anymore," she replied to his defiant speech, her voice slightly pained.

He was going to reply but Jamie came back into the room, a small basketball in his hands.

"You don't know me, not anymore."

Of course he knew her.

Didn't he?

A/N: There you go guys, chapter three. I hope you enjoy it. Please review, they all mean a lot to me, thanks.

- undiscoveredwriter23