If anyone knows where I can download One Tree Hill clips, please let me know! I've been dying to make a trailer of this. Here's another chapter for you guys!

A loud ringing awoke Lucas at four o'clock in the morning after falling asleep that night. He sleepily answered his phone, not quite awake enough to be concerned. Sobbing was all he could hear from the other line, and as the sleepy haze fell away, he was struck with concern.

"Brooke?"

"I'm sorry to wake you," the brunette hiccupped. "I'm just-I'm really scared, I tried to get through it by myself, I promise, but-"

"Pretty girl," Lucas cut her off with a soothing tone. "You don't have to get through it alone, it's okay. I'm here."

"I'm sorry I woke you up."

"Don't be sorry, babe," Lucas comforted, turning on his light and sitting up. "It's all okay."

"I'm just gonna go," she sniffled suddenly. "I'm really sorry. I love you, get some sleep."

"Brooke-"

But she had all ready hung up. Sighing, Lucas got up, throwing on a T-shirt and sweats and grabbing some clothes for the morning, shoving them into his basketball bag. He left a note on the table for his mom before getting in his car and driving into the dark.

When he arrived at Brooke's, all of the lights were on. He cautiously opened the door, not wanting to scare her. Brooke was at the bottom of the stairs with a bat when as soon as he entered. He held up his hands in surrender.

"I didn't want to scare you," he said gently as she slowly lowered the bat to the ground. She threw herself into his arms, crying again.

"Thank you so much," she cried into his shoulder. "You really didn't have to come."

"I know I didn't," Lucas said, smiling into her hair. "I wanted to. Now let's get you to bed. Have you slept at all?"

She shrugged. "Like, half an hour?"

Lucas furrowed his brow in concern. "That does not count."

"I know, I know," she grumbled, allowing him to take her hand and lead her up the stairs. "It's just hard when I keep thinking I hear noises."

"Hey," Lucas said, stopping her with a kiss as they entered her room. "I'm here now, okay? I'll protect you."

"I know," she said with a cute little smile, wrapping her arms around his waist and squeezing him tightly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out."

She grinned, crawling into bed and finally relaxing as he got in next to her. Within minutes, she was completely asleep. Lucas, however, couldn't seem to get back to sleep. He sat up, watching his girlfriend sleep. The next day was Saturday, giving him plenty of time to sleep in if he wanted.

He simply couldn't stop thinking. He couldn't stop worrying about what would happen if, by some horrible chance, Derek did return to come back for his girlfriend. Or if, God forbid, she didn't make it to her transplant date. He finally fell into a fitful sleep about an hour later, only to be awoken at nine by his phone ringing. When he opened his eyes, he found Brooke trying to silence it with a grimace.

"Sorry," she whispered as he answered it. He smiled at her sleepily.

"Hi Lucas, this is Dr. Grant. I hope I didn't wake you."

"It's okay," Lucas said. "What's up? Is there a problem?"

"No, no," Dr. Grant said. "I just wanted to tell you some amazing news. I can't even believe it myself, but you're a match for Chance."

Lucas laughed in hysterical happiness. "I can't believe it. This is amazing."

"I know," Dr. Grant agreed, obviously just as excited. "I'll give you a call to have you come in for an exam and to talk about possible dates for the procedure."

"Absolutely," Lucas said. "I can't wait to tell Brooke. She's going to be thrilled."

"Tell me what?" Brooke exclaimed, bouncing on the bed to straddle his waist as soon as he hung up.

"That I'm a match for Chance," Lucas grinned, nearly crying with happiness. Brooke's eyes instantly filled with tears.

"You're kidding," she breathed. "Lucas, that's absoutely...it's just..."

"I know," Lucas beamed, gladly receiving her passionate kiss. "I can't believe it."

"That's like, a one in a million chance," Brooke gasped, flopping down beside him. "She's going to be so excited."

"What are you all dressed for?"

"Jake is picking me up," Brooke said simply. "Oh crap, he's gonna be here any minute and I'm not ready!"

"You look great, Brooke," Lucas laughed. "Where are you two going?"

"Engagement ring shopping," Brooke chirped. "My P. Sawyer needs the perfect ring, you know."

"When are you gonna let me put a ring on your pretty little finger?" Lucas mumbled, grabbing her hand as she got up and kissing it. She sighed, obviously amused and obviously trying very hard not to melt.

"In ten years," she teased, sticking out her tongue. She went to the closet, and Lucas saw her sway on her feet for a moment.

"Brooke, are you okay?" he asked, leaping up to go to her side.

"I'm fine," Brooke huffed, pushing him away. She stepped forward and stumbled, grabbing on to a rack of clothes. "Woah."

"You're not fine," Lucas argued. "Go sit down, I'll get you whatever you're looking for."

"My brown blazer," she said, walking back to the bed. Lucas found it easily in her color coordinated wardrobe, bringing it to her and staring down at her worriedly.

"Let me make you something to eat."

"Jake will be here soon." Brooke tried to argue.

"He can eat with us," Lucas shot back from the hallway. "But you've got to eat and sleep like a normal human being, Brooke."

"I'm fine!" she called after him, but it was in vain. He was all ready heating up a pan to make her breakfast. She sighed, collecting her stuff and meeting her boyfriend in the kitchen. A knock at the door ellicited a startled yelp from Brooke before she composed herself. "That must be Jake."

She went to stand but Lucas gently pushed her back into her chair, giving her a furtive look. He opened the door and greeted Jake.

"Hey man, come on in. I'm just force feeding Brooke some breakfast if you want some."

"Thanks, but Peyton all ready did the same to me," Jake laughed. "She was pretty stoked that you and I are, and I quote, bonding like bros, today."

Brooke wrinkled her nose. "When is that hoe ever gonna get the hoes over bros thing?"

Lucas and Jake exchanged a confused glance before shrugging.

"So, J. Jagielski, where are we going shopping?"

"I was hoping you could tell me," Jake grimaced. Brooke rolled her eyes.

"You're hopeless. We'll start at the antique mall. Classic Peyton."

"Do you think she'd like an antique ring?" Jake asked worriedly. Brooke pinned him with a look.

"Are you kidding? P. Sawyer is all about vintage and quirky."

"That's true," Jake said thoughtfully.

"Trust me, Jake," Brooke said, patting his hand. She missed the strange look that Lucas was giving the two of them. "I've known her since we were kids."

Jake grinned, tickling her side. "Thanks, Bookie."

"Welcome, Dad," Brooke giggled.

Lucas narrowed his eyes watching his girlfriend interact with his friend. Brooke was a natural charmer, he knew that. But there was a tender affection in the way that they were looking at each other that just didn't sit right with him.

"What's Peyton up to today?" Lucas asked pointedly. Jake hardly tore his eyes from the brunette.

"I think she was planning on spending some time with Haley," Jake explained.

"Maybe I'll join them."

"That could be fun!" Brooke chirped as Lucas set down her breakfast. "Thanks Luke!"

His stomach knotted. Brooke almost always called him a little pet name whenever he did something nice for her. She's reach up and give him a sweet kiss, or make a saucy little joke. Instead, she barely made eye contact.

"Or maybe I'll come with you guys," Lucas said suddenly. Brooke looked up, confused.

"You'll be bored to death ring shopping," Brooke pointed out, taking a sip of her juice.

"It sounds fun to me," Lucas persisted.

"Okay," Jake said slowly, looking equally as confused. "You're more than welcome to join us."

"Oh am I really?"

"Lucas," Brooke admonished. "What is going on?"

Lucas glared at her, unable to control himself. "Why don't you tell me?"

"What are you talking about?" Brooke hissed.

"The two of you," the blonde growled. "You know what, have a nice day, Brooke. I'll see you later. Or not. Whatever."

With that, her boyfriend stormed out of her house.

"What the hell?" Brooke mumbled, staring at the door. "What just happened?"

Jake groaned. "I think I just made Lucas Scott my enemy."

"But why?" Brooke yelped. "I don't get what just went down in here."

"He's jealous," Jake explained. "He seems to think something is going on between us."

"I don't act any differently with you than I do with Nate!" Brooke protested.

"But I'm the one who's giving you bone marrow," Jake pointed out. "I don't even think he realizes it, but that makes him jealous. He wants to be the one to save you. It kills him that he can't help you with this."

Brooke rolled her eyes but smiled. "You're a smart cookie, baby daddy."

"So I've been told."

"Let's go get this ring!" Brooke said, standing up and back to her cheery self. "I'll talk to Lucas later. This day is about my best friend."

"After you, m'lady," Jake joked, bowing as she walked by him. She giggled and grabbed the keys to her Bug, offering to drive.

When they got in the car, Brooke hit the stereo, singing along to the poppy song that came on. To her surprise, Jake sang along as well, harmonizing perfectly with her voice.

"Woah! Since when are you a rockstar?" Brooke exclaimed.

Jake laughed. "I've always played and sang, I just get a little shy with it."

"I'm putting together a Take a Chance benefit and you are so playing!"

"Brooke-"

"Don't even kid yourself, it is so happening!"

Jake groaned but smiled. There was no arguing with Brooke.

They reached the antique mall, and Brooke immediately dragged him in to the ritziest looking one. Brooke lead the way to the jewelry cases, inspecting rings with a keen eye.

"I have no idea what we're looking at here," Jake supplied helplessly. Brooke rolled her eyes.

"I figured as much. I'll pick a few and you decide."

Jake watched as she shrewdly examined row after row of rings before suddenly gasping, backing away from the case with her hand over her mouth.

"What?" Jake asked, a little worried.

"That one," Brooke whispered. She looked absolutely stunned and even a little upset. "It's the exact same ring that Peyton's mom had. We took it once, to school to show off, and we dropped it somewhere along the line. Anna was so mad at us, it was her and Larry's engagement ring."

"It can't be the same one," Jake said realistically.

"But it is," Brooke replied. She was absolutely sure. "Excuse me! Can I see that ring?"

"We just got this one," the woman said. "It's beautiful, isn't it? Someone sold it to us out of the blue."

Brooke picked it up greedily and inspected the inside of the ring. Just as she suspected. It was engraved with five simple words: I will always love you.

"This is it," Brooke whispered, shocked.

"Are you two shopping for something in particular?"

"An engagement ring," Jake explained, too stunned to explain further.

"Well, it looks like your lady loves this one," the woman teased.

"We'll take it!" Brooke exclaimed. The woman rang it up and the total came up at a startling amount.

"Brooke," Jake whispered in her ear. "I cannot afford that."

Brooke slapped down a credit card. "Consider it a gift for saving my life."

"I can't let you-"

"Yes you can," Brooke said. "She is my best friend, and you are saving my life. This is more than okay."

Jake sighed. "Thank you so much."

He hugged her tightly, burying his face in her hair, unaware of the two blondes staring in from outside the window.

"She's going to bawl," Brooke said excitedly as they pulled away, clapping her hands together excitedly. She stumbled a little, her head suddenly spinning. "Woah. Jake, I think I'm gonna-"

"Jesus!" Jake exclaimed, dropping to the floor beside her as she passed out. "Brooke! Brooke, honey, wake up!"

Lucas and Peyton, upset and angry from what appeared to be a public display of affection that they had previously witnessed, were long gone as Jake tried fruitlessly to wake Brooke.

"Call 911!" he shouted to the saleslady. "Please, she has cancer, she needs help!"

Jake's panicked calls to Lucas and Peyton were all sent straight to voicemail and he sighed, anxiously awaiting the sirens as he sat on the floor beside his fallen friend.

Well, there ya have it! I decided to add a little more drama and a little more of Brooke being sick. Also, I know that Lucas being a match for Chance is SO unrealistic, but I couldn't help myself. I wrote her in with the intention of killing her off, but I just couldn't do it! And I loved the idea of Lucas being the one to help her.