Author's Note: I know that a lot of you are upset (or don't really know how you feel) about the fact that Brooke's pregnant. And you guys, I totally realize how cliché and overdramatic it is. But I've been planning that bomb since this story first came to my mind years ago, and trust me, I have a plan.

I also want to give a shout out to TypoKween. I'm sure most (if not all of you) have read her stories, and I have to say, her review for the last chapter made me rev up my little engine and start typing! Thank you for your review. Seriously.

And thanks to all of you for reviewing so religiously. Seriously guys, keep it up. You make me so happy and you don't even realize how much! Just by sending in a little review commenting on what you liked and didn't like. It's simple and yet so satisfying. Thanks!

Oh, and happy thanksgiving!

Movie Script Ending

Chapter Thirty-Five: Oh, I Just Told The Biggest Lie

It was only after much debate - so much in fact, that Brooke could hardly see straight - that she decided to tell Lucas about the pregnancy test. Or, rather, about the four pregnancy tests.

It was a hard thing to do; pretend to be happy about something that you couldn't even bring yourself to pretend to want. She didn't want a child coming into this world. This terrible world that was the way it was because of all her own doing.

As she sat on the edge of her and Lucas' bed, ears straining to hear Lucas' familiar footsteps coming up the stairs, returning from work, she began to feel so terrified for the outcome of her child's life that she contemplated something she would never have before in her life contemplated. Could she get a…? Could she do it without Lucas knowing? Would she have to tell Nathan about it?

A voice in her head laughed darkly. Stop trying to get yourself a better seat in hell.

By the time she heard Lucas fumbling around downstairs - surely tugging off his tie, kicking off his shoes - she was shivering. Violent trembles took her over, and though she reached for the comforter, wrapping it tightly around herself, she could not stop herself.

The second he entered the room, Lucas noticed something was up. In mere moments, he was kneeling beside her on the bed, worriedly running his hands through her hair and over her face, and despite everything she wanted her body to do, she could not stop shaking.

"You're sick, maybe you're sick," he said to her quietly, and she fought back tears and tried to cake on a smile, but found that instead, she felt bile rising in her throat.

Brooke could not even hold the words back, and before she know it, she was telling him, "I'm pregnant. It's - I'm pregnant. Four tests. All positive."

Lucas' eyes widened and he blinked several times before he pulled himself up to sit beside her. "You're sure?"

She sighed. "I don't know how four tests could all come out positive if I'm not. Plus, I've been," she looked away from him, "feeling the way I did before. The last time."

It took a while to sink in, but surely, just as she'd expected, it wasn't long before the grin on his face grew so wide, it reached nearly past his eyes.

"This is fantastic!" He was clearly ecstatic, and for a few minutes there, watching him talk excitedly and jump about, she stopped shaking and allowed herself to pretend that this was the first time she was pregnant, and nothing that had happened over the past year had ever happened.

"Things will be different this time." He assured her.

"I know," she ran her hands through his short, blonde locks slowly, forcing herself to smile. "I can't believe we're having a baby."

He pulled her fingers from his hair, and kissed each digit softly. "You're okay with this? You're ready?"

Maybe in his heart, he knew that this was not right. That this was not the same home that it had been months ago. She looked into his eyes and she knew that she would not break his heart with this. He meant so much to her, that the truth didn't really matter.

She did not love him enough to have this child with him, but she loved him far too much to tell him that.

So, brave smile pasted on her pallid complexion, she said, "Yes."

--

"Brooke!" She could feel her best friend beaming on the other end of the line, and it just made the whole situation that much stranger for her. If there was one person that she would expect to see through her tone, it would have been Peyton. "That's so great!"

Now, she realized Peyton was going through some form of euphoria, what with Jake being home, but still, it took everything inside her to not scream in frustration right then and there. "Thanks. Yeah, we're - we're really happy."

"How far along are you?"

"I don't know. We just found out tonight. The only reason I called you was because… you're the only person I really planned on telling."

Peyton laughed. "Well, as much as I appreciate that… what about Nathan? I thought you three were like a unit now."

The situation was so ironic that she couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Yeah, we're actually going to tell him tonight. We're having dinner with him, so…"

"Things are going to be really great this time, Brooke," her friend parroted her husband's earlier words. "Different."

She wasn't sure how many more times she could hear words like these before it would start to sink in. Just exactly how different things would be.

--

"Babe, you almost ready?" Sitting in a ball in the corner of their dark bathroom, Brooke would be lying if she told Lucas that she was anywhere near ready for what was about to happen. But then, she'd been lying to him so much these days, adding one more to the pile couldn't hurt too much.

"Yeah, just give me a sec!" She called back.

Biting her lip, Brooke pulled herself up to a standing position, flicking on the light switch. As the bright, peach glare filled the room, she squinted her eyes, running her fingers over her pale skin, which she'd managed to bring color to using a simple pink powered blush.

"This is your fault," she told her reflection hardly, some form of hatred staring her straight in the eyes. "So just deal with it. Suck it up."

"What was that?" Lucas' oblivious voice came through the doorway, and Brooke sighed.

"Nothing," she pulled the door open, running her fingers through her slightly messy hair. "I'm ready."

Her husband looked the happiest she'd seen him since his father's death. He looked excited. Ecstatic, really. "I can't wait to see what Nathan says when he finds out."

"Yeah, me too." She honestly wasn't sure how long this would last. She felt that at some point, it would come out. It was inevitable, and truth had a way of always revealing itself somehow. She wasn't sure how she would deal with it, but she was beginning to feel numb; she was beginning to leave her body behind.

--

Nathan pulled the door open with a lazy smile, cradling the phone with one shoulder, and using the other hand to hold up a single finger, signifying to Brooke and Lucas that he would be with them in a moment.

"..Yeah, mom. I know. I know. Well, if you ever need some company.. Okay. Well, Brooke and Lucas are here, so… I'll tell them. Love you too, bye." He clicked off the phone, and Lucas gave him a surprised smile.

"You and your mom are talking again?"

"Well, I mean, we were never not talking. But I felt like I should call after Dan… you know."

Both his brother and sister-in-law nodded awkwardly. It had been less than a few weeks since Dan Scott had died, and still, the town felt a strange emptiness; like there was a presence lacking. When Nathan had visited Karen days afterwards, the woman had seemed slightly depressed, less brighter. He didn't even have to ask to know that the reason was Dan. His own uncle, possibly Dan's worst enemy, had acted sullen at work just the night before. Nathan could not understand it, but even he himself was missing his father. Despite everything his dad had put him through over the years, he felt as if he really had cared somewhere deep inside. This was such an odd way to see him off; so unexpectedly.

"How is she?" Brooke found herself asking, remembering her moment with Deb at the funeral.

"She's okay," Nathan shrugged. "As good as can be, I guess. She's thinking she might move."

Lucas frowned. "Move where?"

"I don't know. Out of Tree Hill. She told me that after you lose someone like she lost my dad, it's hard to stay in the place where you once loved them. She said Tree Hill's been smothering her."

"I get it. This town can be kind of," she looked at Lucas and then back at Nathan, "suffocating sometimes."

If Lucas had heard her, had even registered the words that had left her lips, he did not show it. "So, what'd you make for dinner, Nate?"

"Actually," the younger Scott brother laughed. "I ordered pizza."

Lucas shook his head. "Why am I not surprised? I knew it would be between pizza and Chinese."

"Chinese sounds so gross right now." Brooke let out, making a face.

Nathan made a face similar to hers. "What are you talking about? You love Chinese."

"I know, but right now it sounds disgusting," She laughed lightly and looked at Lucas who was grinning like an idiot; they both knew why the thought of Chinese food was disgusting to her.

Nathan, still confused, shrugged. "Alright, well let's sit down."

They all made a move to sit at Nathan's small living room table which he'd purchased only recently. She could tell he was hesitant, or that he knew something was up by his movements and the way he was biting his lips as he scooted his chair into the table. She'd memorized every move of both Scott brothers; she could read them both so easily.

During various points of the meal, Lucas would look over at her, give her a smile and continue eating. Almost every time, Nathan would catch this and throw her a look that said, 'what the hell is going on?'

All she could do was bite the skin of her thumb, trying to ignore the wave of nausea that was choosing right now as the moment to hit her. Hard.

Finally, after Nathan and Lucas had consumed the entire pizza, and she only a half a piece, Lucas reached over and squeezed her hand, and she dreaded the words that would leave his mouth next.

Nathan's eyes were focused on their locked hands, and when he lifted his eyes to meet hers, she could make out the sadness in them.

"Nate, we have some news.."

Her husband's brother gulped. "Ok-ay."

Lucas looked at her, expecting her to spontaneously combust with the gleeful words, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she found she could not. She simply waited for the oxygen to fill her lungs, mouth agape. Her husband looked confused for a moment, but finally turned to Nathan, ready to give the news himself.

"We're having a baby!" He laughed after he said it, probably slightly annoyed and surprised at his own enthusiasm.

Nathan's face drained of color, and for a few moments, he could not hide the horror on his face. Brooke stared at him with worried eyes, and when he finally sobered, the fakeness in his grin was so apparent she was surprised Lucas did not notice it as well.

"Whoa," was all he said, and then after a second, "congrats, you guys. That's really big."

Lucas began talking, too fast for her to comprehend - in fact, the world was moving too fast for her to comprehend. All she knew was that she was looking in Nathan's eyes and she could see right through him.

He knew that the child was his.