Authors note: Okay I seriously am speechless… The reviews I received from you guys after the last chapter were no less than amazing!! You are all officially the greatest reviewers EVER! And to think that this is my first fanfic and I've gotten over 100! YEY!!

So I was thinking of thanking you all by giving you this extra long chapter filled to the brim with DRAMA and I hope you won't bite my head off after reading it ;)

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CHAPTER 11 – I Remember Everything

Two weeks has past since that night Brooke decided to make love to Lucas and slowly she finds herself settling into new routines. She still lives at Rachel's house and she still spends a lot of time with her and Haley but most of her time is spent with Lucas. The boy once again known as her boyfriend.

Getting back together with him went too fast, she knows that. What she first thought would be only for that one night, had turned into a one-way ticket straight back into a relationship. And maybe it had been stupid of her not to take it slower, but she loves having him around her. Close.

He's been behaving so different from before and she has to admit that she's actually starting to trust him, for real this time. He talks to her about everything now, trails after her everywhere (sometimes to the point where it even gets a little annoying) and he stays far away from Peyton. It's like she's been warped back to how it all was between them before the shooting, when life was good. Only now with Peyton taken out of the equation. And her broken heart slowly but surely starts to forget the pain.

Their closest friends and family are still the only ones to know about the baby and she likes to keep it that way for as long as possible. She knows that as soon as word hits the streets (or in this case, the school corridors), living this carefree high school-life will be much harder.

"But today feels just like normal" Brooke thinks as she drives into the parking lot outside school. Today is game day. The Tree Hill Ravens are playing against Parkwood in the regional finals and the spirit is high trough out the entire school. It's been a long time since they had a final game on home-court and even the social outcasts seem to be dressed in the schools colors.

Brooke parks her car in her usual spot and grabs the big brightly pink duffel-bag with her training-sweats and her cheer uniform. She's not going to make it home between school and the game today since she and Rachel has decided to throw in an extra practice. And she knows that Lucas would probably flip if he knew this, seeing that he's not so found of her doing somersaults while carrying their child.

Actually Lucas has been grumpy since Monday when she cranked up the usual one and a half hour cheer-practice to almost three hours a day. But what else can she do? The big championship-game is approaching and tonight's game is just a warm up to the performance her team would have to put up then. If principal Turner or Whitey found out about her delicate state it would all probably be a different story, but since they don't she can still call the shots. And pregnant or not, she's not going to let that Parkwood-slut Amanda Miles outlook her team on home court.

"So we're not telling Luke about the extra practice…" she says to Rachel a little while later by the lockers.

"Um… You don't think he'll figure it out when we share the gym with the team this afternoon?"

Rachel's tone is sarcastic and Brooke sticks her tongue out. "So not the point here redhead! I'm the cheer captain and I'm not missing out on this or on the championship if I can help it. And by the time we're in the gym he can't say anything. We'll be in front of the entire team and he knows I'll flip if he outs this pregnancy before I say it's okay. I swear, I'll withhold sex from him for months and he knows it!"

"You're such an ego-centric little bitch Brookie…" Rachel laughs and Brooke flashes her dimples.

"I know!"

They walk past the video-room and she waves to Mouth behind the glass. He waves back smiling and that's when Brooke sees that the person sitting beside him is Peyton. Her wave stiffens awkwardly in mid-air and she looks away. Sometimes, even more often than she would ever admit, she really misses her childhood friend. The one she used to share everything with. And even though Brooke loves Haley and the new friendship with Rachel, it's still not the same as having a friend that has known you your entire life.

Peyton looks up and smiles shyly but Brooke is already turning to walk away. Although she isn't listening to Rachel anymore. Instead this weird memory of Peyton and herself fills her head.

"What've you got there?"

Peyton sneaks up beside her and Brooke smirks secretly. "What?"

"You know what! The Brooke Davis leopard-bra… Dude, that thing's like a welcome-mat! …Anyway, I heard you were naked in his car…"

"No!" She looks at Peyton with faked shock all over her face. "I was partially naked… At one point I had mittens on 'cause it was cold. …Oh, did you see my…" She starts to ramble but Peyton interrupts her impatiently.

"Okay focus! You're a slut in mittens, you're in his car… Than what happens?"

"Well then nothing… He was really sweet. He drove me home, said goodnight, waited 'til I got inside…" she says with a satisfied smile.

Peyton makes a face. "Maybe he's gay…"

"No. I think he's just nice… Anyways, it's going to be soo great when he sleeps with me…"

Brooke shakes her head. "God, this can't be happening", she thinks. She actually misses hanging out with Peyton. And she misses their old 'hoes over bros-attitude'. It had all been so much easier before Lucas came along. Why couldn't Peyton have been honest from the start? If Peyton had stepped up and claimed Lucas in the beginning when she gave her the chance, none of last year's drama would have happened.

They walk into their English lit-class and her thoughts are cut short by the sight of the same blond boy, her Broody that she once tried to trick with the leopard bra. And she feels the flutter of little butterflies in her stomach. It's weird that his presence still does that to her, after this long. He looks up and smiles widely and she corrects herself. No, she doesn't miss Peyton. And she's damn happy that the curly slut was too slow in grasping the fact that this guy is pretty amazing.

"Hi boyfriend…" she purrs and leans down to kiss him. He captures her lips with his and pulls her down onto his lap.

"Hey pretty girl…" His words are interrupted by the kissing "I… missed you… last night… and this… morning…"

She laughs into his mouth and he leans back against the back of the chair to look if the teacher is there yet, and when he can't find Mrs. Kendrick behind the teachers desk he secretly lets his hand slide in under her pink t-shirt to touch the skin of her belly.

"How's my baby?" he whispers into her ear, and she puts her own hand on top of his, but over the t-shirts fabric, and whispers back; "just fine Luke. Your baby is just fine…"

Peyton walks into the classroom just minutes later and Brooke can see her give them a sad glance. But she forgets about it quickly since Lucas snuggles his nose into Brooke's neck and she has to giggle as he breathes into her skin. When Mrs. Kendrick finally arrives Lucas holds onto Brooke, forcing her to stay on his lap until the teacher sighs and asks them to break apart their little make-out session. Lucas pretends to look hurt but Brooke winks at him as she takes the seat next to Rachel instead.

"We'll continue this at lunch" Lucas mouths and she nods thinking; "Soon enough we'll have to grow up. But today is not that day."

Brooke's sweating and her hair is plastered to her forehead. "One more time!" she shouts "From the top!" She counts the beats out loudly as the girls make it through the routine.

Lucas watches her from the other side of the gym. The other guys on the team are just finishing off a marathon of suicides but he's not allowed to participate due to his HCM. Instead Whitey has him watch and his eyes keep trailing of to his girlfriend.

"Brooke!" he shouts and she looks over at him, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"What?"

He gives her a look saying 'be careful' and she shoots him the winning smile he loves. He wishes that she wouldn't train so hard but at the same time he knows that there is no use in asking her not to. She loves cheerleading and every time he's tried to talk to her about it she throws the doctor's words in his face.

"As long as you're careful you can keep cheering. I think we can agree that you know your body better than both me and Mr. Scott. Once your belly start growing you might want to cut down of the flips and the cartwheels but a little physical exercise is good when you are pregnant."

And every time she proudly states that since her belly hasn't grown noticeably she's allowed to practice as much as she wants. And since the pregnancy still isn't official school-news there's not so much he can do. So instead he worries for her in silence. And he tries to make sure that she drinks enough water and eats properly. He's even had Haley try and talk to her but that had only resulted in Brooke throwing one of her typical stubborn fits. And being twelve and a half weeks pregnant, his girlfriends hormones are spiking of the charts and the fits are nothing to play with.

She's wearing a black tank-top and sweatpants and his eyes drift to the little bit of bare skin at her midsection. There is a little bulge there but it's still so small that he probably is the only one noticing. Others probably just thought she had gained a couple of pounds. He's heard Rachel make fun off Brooke a couple of times, saying that Brooke was putting on baby weight, but honestly, if he didn't see her shove down big plates of his moms food at the café every night he would seriously be worried. Haley is already looking a bit chubby and Lucas can't wait for Brooke to start showing more too. Mainly because that would put a stop to all the guys that are constantly flirting with his girlfriend, but also because he knows that she then at least would give up cheering at the games. It's not like Brooke would ever run around in her cheer uniform looking fat. Then again, when it came to his girlfriend and her decisions, nothing was really predictable.

Nathan sits down beside him on the bench and gulps down water from a bottle.

"Dude, you're so lucky! I hate suicides!"

Lucas doesn't answer so Nathan follows Lucas' stare and watches Brooke practice for a while before saying in a hushed voice; "Man, are you sure that it's good for her to work out like that? I mean, she IS pregnant… and that can't be healthy…"

Brooke is just stretching out into a split and brings her upper body flat down to the floor. Lucas sighs. "Not really. But what the hell can I do? She's as stubborn as they come, you know that Nate. It's not like she listens to anything I say…"

Nathan laughs. "True."

And it is true. Brooke is extremely stubborn but she is also tough, smart and one of a kind and he wouldn't want her any other way. She smiles again from down at her side of the gym and he thinks; "Either way, how could I ever say no to that smile."

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Over on the other side Brooke turns off the music and calls for a break. She's more tired than she wants to admit and she has a dull pain in her lower back. Keeping up the big smile is starting to become difficult but if she doesn't, Lucas gets all worried. Sighing to herself she massages the area on her back and watches as Bevin and Sarah bicker about who's the better actor; Orlando Bloom or Ashton Kutcher. Therefore she doesn't see that Peyton has stepped up beside her.

"Are you in pain B? Maybe you should just chill out a bit?"

Brooke feels confused. Why was Peyton even talking to her? They had done a splendid job of avoiding each other lately.

"Why do you care all of a sudden?" she asks suspiciously.

"Brooke… Haven't we been enemies long enough? I miss you…" Peyton looks at her with begging eyes. "We've gone through to much together to just bury this friendship forever… You we're there for me through the ordeal of both my moms and I need you…"

But Brooke just looks at her coldly. Even though she feels the same way, she needs for the situation to be the other way around. Peyton had screwed up so she should be there for her, not expecting her to comfort Peyton. Especially not know.

"Right… so you came out here to whine about your sorry excuse for a life?" she asks rolling her eyes at her former best friend. "Well I have my own problems. Maybe you should have thought about our friendship all the times this last year when I needed you? Huh?"

"But how was I supposed to know you needed me? You never ask for help Brooke and you always put up this strong front!"

Angrily Brooke snaps back; "So? We've known each since we were six years old! Shouldn't you know me enough by know to tell when I need you? Just because I don't continuously whine about everything like you do…"

"But Brooke…"

Brooke sighs. "Not now Peyton. We have a game."

Peyton's eyes fill up with tears and she turns on the spot and leaves the gym. Brooke looks after her but shakes it off and shouts to the girls that the break is over. She isn't going to deal with this now. She can't. Instead she gives the girls new instructions before walking over to Lucas and Nathan, still sitting on the bench.

"Hey boyfriend… hey tudor-husband…"

She slumps down on Lucas' lap and he puts his arms securely around her and kisses her forehead. "Hey love of my life" he says back.

Breathing out she feels herself calm down.

An hour later Lucas is ready for the game. He's changed into his game-jersey and shorts and is about to join the team to go into the gym when Whitey asks him to get the stat-sheet from his office. He jogs off to get it, actually happy to have a mission since the pre-game nerves a settling in. But when he opens the door he's surprised to find Peyton in there crying. Not having talked to her in the last weeks he automatically gets worried. However the circumstances she is still his friend.

"Hey…" he says softly. "What's wrong?"

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The game is about to start and Brooke stands at courtside and loses herself in thoughts for a second. Last time she had been standing here waiting for the team to come out through those doors was a little over two weeks ago, the same night Lucas found out about the baby. But it feels like more time has past since then than just seventeen days.

So much emotion has been pressed together during these last weeks and it's confusing because one moment she feels like her ordinary self. Like Brooke Davis the high school queen, whose biggest worries would be which party to attend or which pair of shoes to buy. And then the next moment she feels like this whole new person. A girl that's still only eighteen years old but who feels much more mature than that. She still hasn't really grasped the fact that she is going to become a mother in just six months.

The other night when she had lain at Lucas' side, like she had almost every night the past two weeks, she had been wondering if this was it. The big love. If they were actually going to pull through all of this and raise this baby together, being happy. She still isn't sure, but even though she's still not a hundred percent sure that being in a relationship with Lucas is the best for her, she is his girlfriend now and she can't help but smile about it.

Whitey and the team still haven't come out of the locker-room and she decides she has the time to run to the bathroom. She has to pee (the symptoms of this pregnancy sometimes drives her crazy) and she tells Rachel to be in charge 'til she gets back. She will only be gone for a couple of minutes but just in case.

"Mental note to myself" she thinks. "If Luke and I have any more children then he's carrying them." The image of Lucas being pregnant like Arnold Schwartzenegger in 'Junior' makes her laugh. She has to tell him this when she sees him after the game.

She makes it to the bathroom and when she jogs back down the corridor towards the gym she passes Whitey's office. And what she sees in there makes her just stop and stare. Her morning-sickness has gradually started to disappear the last couple of days but now the nausea is suddenly back. Lucas and Peyton are standing in there. They're hugging and Peyton is smiling up towards him. Her first reaction is to wonder why the hell Peyton wasn't in the gym with the rest of the squad but then the harsh pain of déjà vu fills her chest.

"Great!"

Her voice is loud and angry and the two blond heads bolt up and looks at her. Both pairs of eyes startled. The patched up heart in her chest, the one that lately has been trying so hard to forget, suddenly remembers everything. She walks off in a quick pace and Lucas runs after her. He reaches her just as she steps out on courtside and he grabs her arm.

"Brooke, wait!" He looks scared and guilty.

"So, where's Peyton?" she hisses. "Did you leave her behind? You know, that's strange… You two looked like you were attached at the hip. Are you back to sneaking again, huh?"

"Brooke, Peyton was just really sad that you guys aren't friends anymore…"

Brooke smirks. "Then maybe you should go back to comfort her Lukas, you used to be good at that if I remember correctly."

He opens his mouth to answer but right at that moment the start-signal buzzes in the speakers and Whitey shouts at him angrily. Brooke turns away from him and even though she just wants to scream and cry, she is the Raven's cheer captain and she has a job to do. So with a perfect smile on her face, that's exactly what she does.

Almost half the game has passed already and Lucas does the best he can with concentrating. Nathan shoots him angry glances now and again, probably pissed off that his older brother is letting him take all the heat, but he can't stop thinking about Brooke and her facial expression half an hour ago.

He looks over at her for the fiftieth time and her face is the one of a perfectly happy cheerleader. Her smile is flawless, not giving away any emotion, but he knows his girlfriend and he knows she's pissed off beyond words. And probably more hurt than she would ever express to anyone.

Yesterday morning he had found her having breakfast with his mom discussing how to make a pregnancy-scrapbook and he had been so proud. Proud to have her and to hear her call him boyfriend with that sexy newly awakened voice she always had in the morning. Proud that Brooke Davis was to be the mother of his child.

Why couldn't he just have left Peyton to take care of her self? This was going to be a perfect example of the saying 'one step forward, two steps back'.

And the worst thing is that the sure to come argument is all so pointless, since the only thing he'd said to Peyton was that he had to take Brooke's side in this and that Peyton just hade to ride it out. When Brooke felt ready she would come to Peyton.

And Peyton probably just needed a shoulder to cry on because after that she seemed fine. They had been in the room for two minutes at the most. And still, he knows that all the trust that he's been fighting so hard to gain from Brooke is going down the drain at this very moment.

He sighs and tries to get back into the game. Throws a few good passes and shoots a couple of two-pointers, but he knows it's not enough. Thankfully Nathan plays good enough to cover for the both of them. He's all over the court playing hard and with a few minutes left of the second quarter Ravens are up by five points.

"I'll have to make it up to him" Lucas thinks and passes the ball that Skills shoots him over to Nathan, who is heading over to the three-point line. "But not today. This is seriously not my day…"

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Brooke feels like her heart has been torn out of her chest as she fights to keep up her posture. Lucas has probably been talking to Peyton all along and the reason he had been so sweet and caring towards her lately is just because of the baby. She wants to kick herself for being so naïve and stupid.

Even more so, she wants to kick herself for actually taking Peyton's comments to heart earlier. For actually feeling bad for snapping at her when she thought that Peyton was trying to mend their friendship.

She waves her pom-poms halfheartedly and leads the squad through a cheer. Amanda Miles and her girls cheer on their side of the court and she catches the girl's eye for a short moment. Amanda smirks and Brooke wishes she could stomp over there and punch her in the face. At least that would take the edge of the anger she's feeling. And as the halftime buzzer sounds she decides to do just that. Well, not to punch Amanda in the face, but to go over there and challenge her. Pretty soon she wouldn't be able to do stuff like this because of her asshole of a boyfriend and his damn baby, so she might as well do it while she still could.

"Rach…" she says and runs her hand through her long brown hair. "What do you say we go over and show that Parkwood-whore who runs this house?"

Rachel smirks viciously. "Well well… Brooke Davis! I see that my favorite bitch of a friend finally decided to pull her head out of 'mommy and me'… Count me in; I'd love myself a cheer-challenge."

Brooke nods, already feeling the rush of adrenaline. She huddles the girls together for a quick moment and then leads the squad straight over to the other side where the squad from Parkwood is standing.

With one cold look at her Amanda says; "what do you want Brooke? Come to get some advice? Because by the look of your squad you could sure use some…"

The rest of the Parkwood-girls giggles but Brooke raises an eyebrow and smirks while sizing the girl up. Amanda Miles, the tall blond girl that had spread all the nasty rumors about her at camp a couple of years ago. Not that they weren't true… But still, she never had liked the bitch, and after Amanda had topped it all off with breaking Nathans heart in junior high and turning him into the jackass he had been while dating Peyton, Brooke had decided to hate her. Fiercely. Almost as much as she hated Claire Young. Or Peyton Sawyer.

"Care to prove that greatness you're always bragging about?" she says with the fake smile in full effect.

"Sure Davis, but you're going down"

"Really? I heard that was more your style…"

Rachel bursts out laughing at Brooke's last comment but Amanda takes a step forward and shoves Brooke in the chest. "Shut up bitch!"

Brooke holds her balance and sighs, rolling her eyes. What was this? Kindergarten? Just because Amanda had been caught giving head to a janitor at the Classics a couple of months ago she didn't have to go all cave-girl on her. "Cut it out Amanda, we're not fifteen anymore. I want a challenge. If I wanted a fist-fight I would have gone to a sportsbar."

But Amanda doesn't seem to get the sarcasm. Instead she takes another step towards Brooke and spits her in the face and Brooke doesn't even have the time to get angry. Because before she can even wipe the saliva of her skin Peyton has slapped Amanda right across the cheek.

"Fuck you Miles! Leave Brooke alone!"

Amanda and Brooke both watch Peyton with shocked facial expressions, for different reasons of course, and then Brooke feels Whitey's hand grabbing her shoulder.

"It's time for you to be the lady I know you are Miss Davis" he says with a stern voice. "Take your squad back to your side of the court and stay there, before you force me to give you all detention."

He turns Brooke in the other direction and gives her a small nudge in the back to encourage her to move. With one last deadly glance at Amanda she does as she's told and when returning back to courtside she looks at Peyton questionably.

"Why were you defending me Sawyer? Isn't that a little strange considering?"

Peyton looks embarrassed, "Brooke… me and Lucas… we were just…"

Of course, Brooke thinks. She had just done it out of guilt. But that didn't really work, did it now?

"Forget it" she interrupts "I don't want to hear it!" Then she turns towards Rachel. "Switch places with me. The fake-blond over here bugs the living hell out of me…"

Peyton looks at her with a hurt expression when the redhead takes the spot between her and Brooke, leaving Brooke to stand at the far end of the line of girls, closest to the grandstands. And Brooke can feel her eyes watching her as the third quarter starts and they go back to cheering.

"What does she want from me, really?" she thinks still somewhat confused. "One moment she wants us to be friends, the next she hides out hugging my boyfriend, and now she's acting like the old Peyton, always saving my ass from getting in a fight…"

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Brooke can't wait for the game to be over. She's tired, confused and irritated and it makes her crazy having to stand here and watch Lucas run around looking like a sad puppy.
It's just a few minutes left and she uses her last energy-reserve to strengthen her fake smile. She has to make an escape plan. Because she knows Lucas and as sure as the time passes he's going to try and ambush her as soon as the final buzzer sounds. He's going to want to talk and she wants anything but.

She's thinking hard and her head is only halfheartedly in the game. And then everything happens so quickly. One moment she's jumping up and down cheering for Nathan who is making it towards the three-point line ready to score. The Raven's are up by only a few points and Brooke cheers him on the best she can. He's free and it looks like it's going to be a safe shot, but then a guy from the other team comes in from the side to try and grab the ball. And in the next moment Nathan and that other guy come crashing into her, tumbling all over each other in full speed.

She doesn't have time to react or move away and she's knocked down to the floor and into the lower benches of the grandstand. As she falls, the back of her head hits something hard.

There's a weird sound and she finds herself thinking; "Strange… someone must have dropped a cantaloupe…"

She ends up at the bottom of the pile of people and someone's knee goes straight into her abdomen. The sudden sharp pain makes her lose her breath. She's pinned down under the two heavy bodies and she has the time to wonder why she is seeing purple and white spots dancing in front of her eyes when blinking. Then suddenly the weight is lifted of her and she hears Rachel's voice;

"Brooke… Brooke!"

The redheaded girl pulls her up and she stands up on wobbly legs. She's feeling dizzy in a strange way. Kind of numb. Like if her body is hurting all over but at the same time in no place at all. Peyton tries to steady her and she wants to tell Peyton not to touch her, but she can't form the words and she tries to take a breath. It feels like she's about to faint.

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Lucas sees it all happening in slow-motion from the other side of the court.
When Nathan had lost the ball he himself had turned and was already running back towards the home-basket, when something had made him stop and look back.

And then Nathan and another 6.4 tall basketball-player crashes right into his pregnant girlfriend.

He gasps as she's slammed into the ground and for a second he's frozen. With the sound of her head hitting the wooden bench behind her, the gym seems to go all quiet. And he just stares at the pile of people on the floor.

Rachel reacts first and Peyton is right behind her. He hears Rachel shout Brookes name and before he's even gotten out of his frozen state and made it over there they've got Brooke back up into an up-right position.

She looks shocked but she's holding her hand protectively over her belly and she seems alright. He breathes out, feeling his heart beating again, thinking that maybe it's all okay. That this was no worse than that time when she got knocked over at the away-game and twisted her ankle.

But that is until he sees the red fluid that's slowly running down Brookes bare thighs, dripping onto her white tennis shoes. And he starts running.

Brooke is bleeding.

And then he sees how her legs folds under her and she falls back down to the floor.

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So honestly, how mad are you with me right now? LOL
As wishinonastar so eloquently put it in her review; Everything in Brucas-land is not gonna be Lala…

You know that I love it when you review.

Til next time ;) /Lynn