A/N-Okay, so I started writing this chapter and by the time I was done I was close to 2,000 words…go me…anyways, like I said this is going to be a little different so I hope you like it.
Brooke walks into her living room with a smile on her face. Everyone had returned home from Utah and she had just gotten engaged, but she couldn't help but think that maybe something bad was going to happen. She just couldn't figure it out.
Julian was sitting on the couch waiting for the evening news to come on. Brooke yawns and sits down next to him.
"Do you have everything unpacked?"
Brooke smiles and nods her head.
The sound of a familiar voice on the TV made Julian and Brooke tune to listen.
"I'm Marvin McFadden, obviously this isn't sports. They wanted me to cover this broadcast. I wished I would have found out about this sooner, but I didn't. At three o'clock this afternoon there was a 9-1-1 call to the Tree Hill Police Department. They were called to a murder scene. Police arrested Dan Scott when they found him holding a gun, a gun that killed 16 year old Samantha Walker. Dan Scott was released from prison two years ago for the murder of Keith Scott, his brother. Samantha Walker was the foster daughter of Tree Hill's own Brooke Davis who happens to be my friend. There will be more on this story as soon as more information becomes available. I'm Marvin McFadden and I think I need a new job."
Both Brooke and Julian had tears in their eyes by the time Mouth was finished with the broadcast.
"They have to have it wrong," Brooke whispers as she goes for her phone.
Julian stays silent looking at the TV.
Brooke dials Sam's number hoping that she would answer, but she didn't and that's when she knew. Sam was dead.
"Sampson," Julian whispers as he sucks in a breath.
"I have to talk to Haley. I have to go," Brooke whispers before walking out of her house like a zombie.
Julian stays looking at TV not really knowing what to do.
Brooke walks up the steps and barges into the Scott home and sees Haley sitting at her table with tears in her eyes.
"Do you know?" Brooke asks as she steps closer to Haley.
Haley nods her head not really finding a voice.
"It's not possible," Brooke says as she sits down.
"Nathan just left. I took the car and I have a feeling I know where he went."
"I hate Dan Scott," Brooke murmurs.
"Everyone does and now so does Jamie."
"What are you doing?"
"Looking at Sam's writings, she was going to be a great writer and now it's over."
"Yeah, she was good. How's Jamie?"
Haley looks at her friend.
"He won't talk to me. Brooke, he lost Quentin he didn't deserve to lose Sam too, none of us did."
Brooke wipes the tears from her eyes.
"Julian just stares at the TV."
"He lost his daughter, you both did."
Nathan walks down the long hallway of jail cells in search of his father's. An officer was on his left.
"It's this one."
Nathan looks at the man staring at the wall. Daniel Scott was wearing orange and staring at the wall. The officer leaves Nathan alone.
"Stand up!" Nathan orders his father.
Dan turns around and Nathan notices that his eyes are red and puffy.
"Why'd you do it? I probably shouldn't say it. Once a murderer always one right?"
Dan stays silent and looks at the wall away from Nathan's shoulder.
"Jamie hates you. Haley hates you. God Dan all my friends hate you. You killed Keith and then you killed Sam. She was 16 years old. She had her life ahead of her, but you took that from her just like you took Lily's dad from her. You're never getting out and Jamie is never going to talk to you again."
"I was just trying to scare her. It wasn't supposed to go off."
"What difference does it make? How the hell do you know Sam anyway?"
"I was dating her mother until she left. Who knew she was an ex con?" Dan chuckles.
Nathan narrows his eyes.
"Sam never had a chance did she?"
"Bullet to the heart, there was so much blood."
"I hope you burn in hell," Nathan says before walking off.
Brooke knocks on Jamie's door and opens it. Jamie was sitting on his bed with his bunny Chester in his arms. The small boy had tears in his eyes.
"Jamie, how are you?"
Jamie looks at Brooke and then back down to his bunny.
"Goonies," Jamie whispers.
"What?" Brooke asks in confusion.
Jamie sets Chester down on his floor.
"Sam liked Goonies, the movie."
Brooke chuckles and hugs her godson.
"Sam doesn't like hotdogs," Brooke states.
"She was a talented writer," Haley says from her spot in the doorway.
"She was like a sister," Jamie says as he sniffles.
"She was my friend," Haley puts in.
"She was my daughter."
A few days later everyone was sitting in the funeral home where Sam lays in a casket. The cover was closed and everyone was sitting in their seats. Haley and her family was there, Brooke, Julian and Victoria along with Jack and his parents and a few other people that Brooke didn't know.
Brooke stands up front and looks at the crying eyes of her family.
"Not many people came today because not many people knew Samantha Walker, but those of you who did were blessed to be in her presence. My friend Lucas wrote something about me that I think he got wrong or at least it was for the wrong person. Sam Walker was going to change the world someday and she doesn't even know it. I don't know about the world, but I know she changed mine. She went from obnoxious teen to the daughter I love. I just wished it hadn't ended here."
The ride to the gravesite was one of complete silence. Brooke and Julian haven't really talked since she had said her words at the funeral home. Brooke took a minute to remember Quentin's funeral and how everyone supported his mom in her time of need and she was glad that Victoria was her for her. For the first time in her life she saw her mother cry.
Putting Sam into the ground was something Brooke couldn't watch. She closed her eyes and leaned into Julian's shoulder while he gripped her hand tightly. Jamie stood in between his parents where memories of Economics and skateboards entered his mind. He didn't want to cry, but he knew he was going to.
Haley and Nathan weren't holding up any better. Nathan felt bad because he wasn't close to Sam and he's upset by that because he was never close to his uncle Keith either, that and the fact that Dan Scott was the killer. He held onto his wife securely while she silently cried. Haley thought of all the people she lost in her life, Keith, her father, Quentin, her mother and now Sam. 5 people out of billions Haley lost and now she doesn't know what to do.
Victoria can't remember the last time that she cried. She wasn't one for crying, but she just couldn't seem to stop. Sam made her daughter happy. Sam made her happy and now she's gone.
Brooke and Julian walk into their bedroom and change out of their funeral clothes and into pajamas even though it was still early. Brooke takes a look at a picture of her, Julian and Sam and slams it against the wall. Julian looks at her in sadness.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to live a long life not 16 freaking years."
"I know."
Brooke turns at Julian in anger.
"No, you don't know. Julian, she was supposed graduate, fall in love. I was supposed to make her wedding dress for her wedding. I wanted to see her start a family and now it won't happen," Brooke starts bailing in pain. "She was everything to me and now she's gone and I don't know what to do," Brooke slides down to the floor and Julian is by her side.
"I wish she was ours. I wish that we her parents and that she were my blood and yours too. I wish she was alive and that she's here. Why can't I ever be happy?"
"I wish that too. I wish for it all, but Brooke there's nothing we can do. It can't happen," Julian whispers while Brooke cries.
Julian picks up Brooke and lays her down in the bed where they both cry themselves to sleep.
Brooke finds herself in a big white open space.
"I hate this."
"Most do," a voice says from behind her.
Brooke turns around and faces a woman with blonde hair and wearing a white dress.
"Who are you and where the hell am I?"
The woman chuckles.
"I can't really tell you where you are, but I can tell you who I am."
Brooke raises her eyebrow.
"I'm an angel, more importantly, I'm Sam's angel."
"Aren't angels meant to guard? You didn't guard Sam, in case you didn't know she's dead."
"I knew, but that's not why you are here."
"I don't understand where 'here' is."
"That's not important. I'm here to talk about your wish, the one you talked about earlier."
Brooke folds her arms and sighs.
"What about it?"
"We can make that happen. Change lives we have a lot of power."
"I don't believe you. No one has that power. That power doesn't exist."
The blonde woman steps closer.
"Of course it exists, it's just no one believes in it. So, tell me, do you want your wish?"
"Of course I do, but why are you offering me this?"
"She wasn't meant to die. It wasn't her time, but something happened, it just wasn't her time. What changed it…was your wishful thinking and the small belief that it could happen."
"What do I have to do?"
The blonde chuckles.
"Wake up, but there are some things you should know."
Brooke nods her head.
"This won't be offered again and you will be the only person that knows what is going on. You'll have the memories from before and the now. Sam won't have a clue, but things will be considerably different."
"Let me get the straight, by doing this I not only change my life, but I change all my friends' too."
The angel nods her head.
"Yes, some bad some good, but love should conquer all."
"Let's do it."
"Okay, but remember there's no going back."
Brooke shrugs her shoulders.
"As long as I have Sam, I think I'll be okay."
The angel nods her head and steps closer to Brooke. She puts her hands on Brooke's head.
"Wake up," the angel whispers.
And she does.
A/N-Here is where you have some control. Fill me in on what you want to see. How are Naley's lives different? A mention of Leyton. The sky is the limit so fill me in on what you want to see the good or the bad or both because either way I have to come up with something.
Next chapter update will be tomorrow or rather later today since it's almost an hour after midnight.