Author's Note: Quick note, sorry I didn't post the rest of the updates I said I was going to. There was an internet outage over the weekend and it fried my modem. I picked up a new one and was still having trouble connecting, so today I had to have a technician with my service provider come out and take care of it. So annoying, but since I'm updating obviously it's now fixed. :) So thanks for the patience. I appreciate it.

Hello everyone! First a shout out to the reviewers (aschley, brucas, britt, lileen, dianehermans, takemewhenyougo, breathbookslove, sandygirl and thibbs65) you guys are great. A second shout out for Diane... Snaps to Diane for coming up with this idea and sending me and outline, it's been fun. :)

Thanks!

Krystal

Chapter 3:

"It's been a month since Flight 7729 crashed and the search effort continues. Aside from a few pings within a week of the crash, the black box never fully came online, as more time passes the odds of finding any survivors lessons significantly. Keep it on KCAL Five News for up to date information as we cover the the case of missing Flight 7729."

Nathan frowned and turned off the news, "Hales, Jamie, Lydia it's time to go." Nathan called up the stairs to his family.

"Dad," Jamie said from the kitchen, "Mom is in your bedroom, she's crying."

"I'll take care of it kiddo," Nathan put a hand on Jamie's shoulder, 'I can't believe how tall he's gotten, yet again it's difficult wrapping my head around him being 14 years old. Where did the time go?' He said to himself before continuing, "Hey Jamie you keep growing you're going to be taller than your old man."

Jamie laughed, "Yeah dad, you say that every time I have a growth spurt, this last one put me head to head with Uncle L-" He trailed off and wiped his eyes, "Never mind, I'm going to be waiting in the car."

"They're going to find them Jamie, I can feel it," Nathan reassured him.

Jamie scoffed, "If you really thought that dad why would we be having a funeral."

"Your Aunt Isobel-"

"Don't call her that dad," Jamie interrupted, "Please. Not when we're saying goodbye to Auntie Brooke today."

Nathan nodded, he turned when he heard footsteps on the stairs, "Dad, mom is crying in your bedroom, she said she isn't going to the service." Lydia said without even looking up from her phone.

"Lydi, no phones today. We talked about this." Nathan looked at his daughter, she was twelve now and was the spitting image of Haley, but somehow she ended up with Brooke's sense of fashion. "Go get in the car with your brother, when we get to grandma Karen's I am taking your phone, Jamie's too. Today is about Uncle Lucas and Auntie Brooke."

"Okay daddy, no phone I promise." Lydia kissed him on the cheek, "We'll be in the car."

Nathan jogged up the stairs, "Hales." He opened the door to their bedroom, she turned around so she wasn't facing him. "Come on honey, we have to go. It will look really bad if we aren't there."

"No one is even going to notice if we aren't there. Today isn't about your brother or Brooke, it's about Isobel." Haley took another sip from her glass, "And the insurance money."

Nathan took the glass and took a sip, "Christ honey isn't it a little early for whiskey."

"Nope, Isobel's awful sisters are going to be there. And her disgustingly vulgar mother, I needed a bit of liquid courage to face them all. They didn't want to include Brooke in the service, Karen and I insisted." Haley shrugged, "I'll get dressed, but I'm not happy about this."

Nathan rubbed her shoulder, "That's it, think about Karen. Today is already going to be difficult for her, let's go and show her we love her."

"Alright," Haley frowned, "I can't believe you would invoke Karen's name to get me to do what you want me to."

A wicked grin spread across Nathan's face, "Hey sometimes you have to play dirty to get the outcome you desire." Nathan kissed her forehead, "Now get that sexy ass of yours to the car before I change my mind and have my way with you."

Brooke woke up in Lucas's arms, she found him staring at her, "Good morning broody."

"Hello beautiful," Lucas smiled and kissed her nose, "Did you sleep well?"

Brooke sat up and stretched on top of her bed she had crafted out of plane seats and palm fronds, "Yeah," she kinked her left eyebrow at him, "I almost forgot we were stranded on some remote island in the Caribbean, or at least that's where Atlas and Benji think we are." She stood up and stretched placing her hands on the sand in front of her, when she stood back up she did a walk over. "How did you sleep?"

"Great, my arm is finally starting to feel better." Lucas stood up and pulled her into him. "I've had one hell of a nurse."

Brooke wiggled from his grasp, "All I did was find the penicillin under an airplane seat. Sean told me how much to give you."

"What's wrong pretty girl?" Lucas was confused by her standoff behavior, "Did I do something to upset you?"

"No," Brooke shook her head, "I just can't do this with you Lucas. There's too much baggage all around. Too much history, we're going to be rescued soon and then you'll go back to your wife and I'll go back to my boyfriend."

"It doesn't have to be that way," Lucas pulled her into him again and sat down, "I thought I already told you about my arrangement with Isobel?"

"You did, it just seems so convenient, I can't verify your story with anyone who would tell me the truth." Brooke brushed her hair with her fingers, "We're stuck here for who knows how long and I don't want to start something with you that YOU cannot finish. Our marriage ended because of your affair with Isobel, I cannot be the other woman Luke. That isn't something I'm going to budge on even if we remain here indefinitely."

Lucas huffed, "I understand. My marriage to Isobel was a farce, after Auggie was born she decided almost immediately that she couldn't be a mother."

"Missing the mom gene, you told me that already." Brooke interjected.

"I know," Lucas sighed, "But I was determined to make it work, I didn't want a second failed marriage before my 25th birthday. Nothing worked, the more I tried to make our marriage work, the more Isobel rebelled against it, after Auggie's first birthday I moved into the spare bedroom. She would go out and be gone sometimes months at a time. She would always come home, but it was never about me or Auggie, it was because she ran out of money."

Brooke frowned, "Then why keep up the charade? I saw you two at the wedding Lucas, you looked married."

"Did we look happy?" Lucas asked.

"Honestly I don't know, I wasn't trying to notice." Brooke averted Lucas's eyes.

Lucas put his arm around her, "I know and I can't just call Nate and have him confirm what I said. So either you believe me or you don't." He leaned in and kissed her cheek, "I'm going to see if I can help do anything, yesterday Joseph and the rest of the men were still setting up shelters."

Brooke joined the other survivors, "So what's next on the list Joseph?" When they hadn't been rescued after two weeks they had unofficially elected Joseph as their leader, "Does everyone have a bed now?"

Joseph smiled in Brooke's direction, "Yes, as of last night everyone was sleeping on plane seats and palm fronds. It was a great idea Brooke, anything else rattling in that pretty little head of yours?"

Lucas turned when he heard Joseph call Brooke pretty, "What about thatching the roofs? Atlas and I were just talking about the upcoming monsoon season, we're going to want to be inland when that happens and off the ground or we're all going to be wet and miserable."

"Elliott has been chopping down trees along the South side of the island, Russ and Mallory have been going out every day so we can get an idea of the overall size of the island for the map we're putting together, Elliott thinks it's only about 15 kilometers in diameter, that can be a positive and a negative." Joseph handed Brooke a banana, she smiled, "Fingers crossed we find a cave big enough to house us all."

Carys, the young foot doctor spoke next, "We have had some success constructing a fire pit, we'll be able to boil water soon."

Lucas stared at her for a moment, he couldn't help but think about how bird like she looked with her fine blonde pixie cut and sharp facial features, "That's terrific. Well I would like to offer my services in any way that I can."

Elliott came running through the trees, "I found something!"

Joseph, Brooke and Lucas followed Elliott back into the woods. They walked for several minutes before they all gasped at the site in front of them, "Are they inhabited?"

"No Joseph," Elliott responded, "I checked, they are abandoned. My best guess is this was a site for a potential beach hotel. Money probably ran dry, things didn't get finished."

Brooke noticed the three prefabricated buildings in front of her, "How far are we from the crash site?"

"About half a click, maybe less," Elliott answered, "Close enough I think to make this our primary housing until we get rescued. I think we could set up a beach hut with some of that wood pile over there, and the rest of us could live in here."

Lucas walked up to the door, "Well let's go in and check them out."

"There was a candle light vigil held last night at Tree Hill Airport to commemorate the three month anniversary of the crash of flight 7729. All searches for survivors have halted and have been deemed recovery missions. We will bring you any updates that come in so stay with us at KCAL Five." Karen turned off the news, "You shouldn't be watching that honey."

Auggie looked at his grandmother, "Uncle Nate thinks they're still going to find my dad. What do you think?"

"Your father is my only son and I feel like if he were dead I would know." Karen hugged him, "Have you settled in yet? Are you sure you don't want me to clean out your father's belongings?"

"No," Auggie smiled, "It's neat living in his old room, it's like he's here with me, does that make sense?" Karen nodded, Auggie had officially moved in with Karen and Lilly shortly after the funeral, he hadn't heard from Isobel since. "Grandma can you tell me about Brooke Davis?"

Karen took a deep breath, "What made you ask about Brooke?"

"There's a picture of her and my dad on his old desk. I know they were married before he married Isobel."

"Yes, they were married before your parents were married," Karen interrupted, it made her sad every time Auggie referred to his mother by her first name.

"Do you know why they got divorced grandma?" Auggie questioned, "I know at that funeral thing everyone was crying about her too, I felt out of the loop because I didn't know her."

"Brooke had," Karen paused, "Has... Brooke has a light to her that no one else could match. Her and your father were engaged right after graduation and then a few years later they divorced. When we find them you can ask your father about the rest."

Auggie nodded and headed back to his room. "Goodnight grandma," he said before shutting the door. He opened the closet door and pulled down a worn shoe box and sat down on his bed. He took the lid off the box and scanned the envelopes, "There are 82 of them," he said aloud, he still hadn't worked up the courage to open them, just holding them made him feel like he was eavesdropping on something he had no business knowing. He grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand next to him, he dialed the familiar number, "Jamie, it's Auggie... You want to have a sleep over I have some questions about Brooke?"

"What do you want to know about Auntie Brooke?" Jamie asked balancing his phone with his chin, he managed to answer the call without even looking up from his video game.

Auggie sighed, "I found this shoe box in my dad's closet. It has letters in it, letters from Brooke. Do you know what they are from?"

"You want me to come over because of an old box of letters?" Jamie scolded as he fist bumped the air because his digital self just shot a 3 pointer.

"There's more, there's a second box with pictures. I know they were close, I even know they were married. I want to know what happened to them, do you know?" Auggie squinted and rubbed his forehead.

Jamie paused his game, "I know they dated in high school like my parents did. They were married after I was born, the only reason I know that is because I saw a wedding picture once and I was in it." Jamie laughed when he thought about that day, he had been four or five years old and pulled the framed photo off the mantle and brought it to Isobel, who then threw a tantrum. After that all pictures of Auntie Brooke and Uncle Lucas were put in the sideboard in the dining room. "You found a box of letters huh? I wonder if those are the letters she wrote to Uncle Lucas when she was in California with her parents the summer before senior year. How many letters are in the box?"

"82," Auggie answered.

"Huh," Jamie furrowed his brow, "Did you ask Lilly and Grandma Karen about your dad and Auntie Brooke?" Jamie said.

Auggie rolled his eyes, "Lilly doesn't really like being around me and Grandma Karen just told me they had been married. You all seem to love her, why didn't they stay together? Where does Isobel fight into all of this?"

Jamie laughed, "When did you start calling your mom Isobel?"

"She's not my mom Jamie, she's just the woman that gave birth to me." Auggie felt his blush redden with anger, "Mother's don't bail on their children Jamie. She's gone, my dad is missing, presumed dead, I am an orphan." Auggie let out a deep breath, "Never mind alright. Sorry I bothered you, see you in a few days. Uncle Nate said we're going to the Rivercourt on Saturday. Talk to you later." Auggie hung up the phone, put the lid back on the box of letters and slid the boxes under the bed.

Brooke walked out into the water to collect the make shift nets they had made to catch fish, "Are you going to help or are you just going to stare at me all day?"

Lucas looked at Brooke bent over in the water wearing only a black sting bikini, "I can't help it, the view from this angle is simply perfection." Lucas leaned back and put his arms behind his head.

"Will you make yourself useful and check the crab traps please?" Brooke said, ignoring him.

"I didn't realize that when we agreed to live together in the newly constructed beach hut that we would be on food duty." Lucas pouted, "I thought we just had to watch out for boats and planes."

"I think the plane wreckage takes care of that part for us," Brooke said in a sarcastic tone. She dragged the nets to the shore and kicked wet sand in Lucas's direction, "We got six fish this morning, not bad." She took the fish out of the nets and put them in the empty suit case beside her. She put the nets back out in the water then walked back over to Lucas. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the ground, "I thought you wanted to live on the beach hut so no one could hear my screams at night?" She whispered, kinking her eyebrow at him.

Lucas gulped, "Well there's that too." Lucas tilted her chin to him and kissed her hard, "Is it wrong that I never want to be rescued?"

"Stop it Lucas, you don't mean that. What about August?" Brooke pushed Lucas's now shaggy hair from his face, "Don't get me wrong, these last two months have been amazing, but I miss having running water and I really really really want a cheeseburger."

Lucas didn't want to admit it but he was being honest, he didn't care if they ever were rescued, Brooke was smiling at him again and he didn't want that to ever stop. "Of course I miss Auggie. What would happen to us if we got rescued tomorrow?"

"Well I have a life in California, or I did before this happened." Brooke put her head on his chest, "And you need to get divorced, then we can start over I suppose. Right now we're sort of in a suspended reality, when we get home there are things that need to be sorted out before we can move forward." Brooke kissed him then checked his traps, "Now I would be interested in discussing this with you further, but right now we need to get all this food to Carys and Joseph. So get up you lazy gent."

After breakfast Lucas and Brooke returned to the beach, Lucas looked at Brooke, "Do you love me pretty girl?"

Brooke rolled over and smiled, "No."

Lucas started tickling her, "You're a liar, tell me you love me Brooke. I need to hear it." He kissed her neck and squeezed her stomach.

"You are so needy," Brooke giggled, "I need you to love me, I need you to sleep with me, I need you to tell me everything you're thinking. I need to know what's going to happen to us when we get rescued. Blah blah blah."

Lucas felt hurt by her words, she was mocking him, "You're mean you know that?"

"Am not," Brooke whined, "I just don't want to be told that I have to tell you I love you, why can't you just let things happen organically? Do you love me?"

"I've been telling you I love you for weeks now." Lucas kissed her neck again, "Would I make love to you if I didn't?"

"Yes, then it's just called sex." Brooke laughed, she pressed him down on to his back and straddled his lap, "I love you Lucas. I've always loved you." She started grinding against his pelvis, Lucas tensed under her, "Was that what you wanted? You just NEEDED to hear me say it."

Lucas dug his hands into Brooke's back, "I love you pretty girl." He tried to switch places but she planted her feet on either side of him. "I want to show you how I feel, I can't do that from this position."

"Shhh," Brooke said, "You're going to ruin this for me if you don't stop talking."

Lucas groaned as Brooke continued to rock back and forth, she bit her bottom lip and he wanted nothing more than to be inside of her, "Brooke stop taunting me baby. I need to be inside you right now."

"Patience Luke," Brooke stood up and removed her clothes, "Strip broody." Lucas hurriedly took off his clothes and laid back down, Brooke lowered herself on to his throbbing erection. They both let out a soft moan when he was all the way inside her. Brooke rocked up and down and moaned his name, Lucas grabbed her breasts and pawed at her skin. "Mmmm... Lucas I love you."

Lucas couldn't take it anymore, he gained the leverage he needed and flipped Brooke to her back and thrust deep inside her, "I love you too," he groaned as he felt her body squeezing around him. He quickened up speed and only let himself release when he felt Brooke shutter beneath him.

*Three Months Later*

The survivors sat around the fire, the life blood of their survival. Fire cooked their meals and boiled their water, "Everyone raise their coconuts to six months of survival." Joseph said, "We are all settled in as much as we can be and we got through it together as a team. I am proud of each and every one of you. Cheers."

"Cheers," Everyone said in unison.

Brooke drank her coconut water and choked, "You alright pretty girl?"

"Yes," Brooke nodded, "I just feel a little off is all. I'll be right back." Brooke walked out into the clearing and leaned against a tree. She had been feeling sick the last few mornings and she knew why. She just wasn't ready to admit it to herself. She heard branches breaking behind her, she jumped when she spotted the intruder, "Lucas you scared me."

"I just wanted to come check on you," Lucas wrapped his arm around her waist, "Do you think it's the flu? I told Atlas and Joseph that you were coming down with something and we all agreed that you need to take it easy for a few days." Lucas kissed her forehead, "I think you should let me walk you back to the beach, you need some rest." Brooke wiped her eyes, "Were you crying pretty girl?"

"Yes," Brooke sobbed, "I'm not sick Lucas."

Lucas pulled her into him and swayed back and forth, "Brooke you do so much for everyone, relaxing a few days isn't going to upset anything. I will pick up all the slack, so don't fret. Let's go back to the beach pretty girl, I'll let everyone know you needed to lay down."

"No Luke, you don't understand." Brooke cried harder, "I'm pregnant."

Lucas stopped in his tracks, "What? How is that possible?"

Brooke laughed, "You have one child already Lucas, do you need a diagram? When a man and a woman love each other-"

Lucas grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him, "No, I just meant how did this happen, what are we going to do?" Lucas started pacing back and forth, "We need to get off this island. You can't have a baby here, it's dirty and sandy. There's no hospital or birthing center."

Brooke grabbed his collar and pulled him to her, "You are supposed to be comforting me you ass, not the other way around."

"I'm sorry." Lucas sighed, he put his hand on her abdomen, "Do you know how far along you are?"

"No clue, do you have an ultrasound machine lying around somewhere that you didn't tell me about?" Brooke smirked. "I have a rough estimate based off my last cycle."

Lucas shook his head, "Have you told Joseph yet? He's an OBGYN right?"

"He is," Brooke replied, "I wanted to tell YOU first... You know the baby's father." She dropped her hands, "I'm scared Luke."

Lucas wrapped his arms around her, "Baby, don't be scared. Everything is going to be fine, you're going to be fine, our baby is going to be fine. Let's get you back to the beach, so you can get some rest. We can tell Joseph in the morning."

"I love you Lucas," Brooke smiled a sad smile.

Lucas kissed her lips, "I love you too pretty girl."

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Thanks again!

Krystal

Author's Note: As I mentioned at the beginning of this chapter my internet was down for a few days, I spent some time working on my outstanding stories. For those that are interested, I'm holding off posting the update I have for New York State of Mind because it is now almost finished. By the weekend I'll be posting the final chapters, there will be three of them. :)