HAPPY HOLIDAYS.

A/N: In this fic, Brooke and Quinn are the same age, Haley is one year younger.

"She's pregnant!" Brooke cried as the paramedics gently lifted Quinn out of the wrecked black car, onto the gurney that was closely by.

"Mam, are you going to the hospital with this woman?" The female paramedic said softly. Brooke nodded, her eyes focused on an unconscious Quinn, laying there with an oxygen mask strapped on her face. Brooke stepped onto the ambulance, sitting near Quinn, grabbing her hand.

"Quinn, you'll be okay...you'll be okay...and...this baby, it'll be okay too...Quinn..please." Brooke whispered, as tears began to uncontrollably fall, she gently took Quinn's hand and rested it onto her stomach.

The hospital doors bursted open, with a doctor on each side of Quinn's gurney.

"We've got a female, pregnant, head on collision, we need to get her to operating."

"Wait, what's going on? Where is she going? She's pregnant...what is going on?" Brooke asked as she tried to follow the doctors.

"You have to wait in the waiting room. We'll do our best to save this baby but our main priority is to save this young woman's life." One of the doctors said sternly to Brooke. She stood in the middle of the hallway, as the doctors and Quinn soon became tiny objects. As she sat down she put her head in her hands, Brooke began to let out a soft cry as she sat alone in the empty waiting room...She soon felt a touch on her shoulder, she looked up and saw Julian. They quickly embraced as Brooke cried on his shoulder.

"Baby, she'll be fine." He said stroking her hair gently.

"..but...her baby."

"...Quinn's pregnant?" Julian's eyes widened.

"...Was."

"Hey." Julian said, putting one hand on Brooke's shoulder, her chin rose, locking her eyes into his as he wiped away her tears. "Quinn, is strong. Her...and the baby will be just fine. Okay?" Brooke forced a smile, nodding in agreement.

"...Quinn's pregnant?" Clay said in shock. Brooke and Julian didn't realize Clay standing in front of them during their moment together.

"..Clay." Brooke said, gently touching his arm.

"...She's pregnant...and she didn't tell me? ...How long." Clay asked, his eyes were beginning to tear up.

"...She's been pregnant...for three weeks now. You were fighting..." Brooke said, still crying, with Julian's arm around her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

"...Wait...why were you two together...driving on a highway...this early in the morning?" Clay said, looking at his watch that read: 9.23am.

"...Quinn...had an appointment."

"An appointment with what...was it for a scan?"

"It was at the abortion clinic."

Clay slumped into a chair. "Abortion?"

"...She didn't feel as if she could raise a child..well that's what she told me before she changed her mind." Brooke looked at Clay, staring towards the floor. "Did you hear me? She changed her mind."

"She shouldn't have thought about an abortion in the first place. I mean, we're husband and wife. That's my baby." Clay hesitated. "Why didn't she feel like she couldn't raise the baby?"

"Clay...this is a conversation that's supposed to be between you and Qui-"

"Just tell me, Brooke." Clay interrupted Brooke.

"...Quinn...suffered through a lot during high school...and..she didn't want...the baby..to..be like her..." Brooke said as Julian rubbed comforting circles on her back.

"...That's...the lamest excuse, I've heard." Clay said bluntly.

"..That's your wife you're talking about there." Julian said giving Clay a strange look. "I'm going to go get some coffees." Julian kissed Brooke's head as he left. Brooke took a seat next to Clay.

"All she suffered in high school was...nothing."

"...Clay, Quinn was very self-conscious during high school...weight wise. She...she starved herself...forced herself to vomit...hid away food.."

"I...I never knew about that...Of course she wouldn't tell me...she..doesn't tell me anything...I guess... But that doesn't make that a valid excuse to not raise a child. I need to leave." Clay said getting up from his seat.

"No, Clay. You need to get your act together. Put aside all that crap you feel now. And go support your damn wife and unborn child!" Brooke said angrily.

"...Well. She has you, doesn't she? I mean, you know all about her, more than I know."

"Your getting all angry because Quinn tells me things? We're girls! That's what we do."

"No, Brooke. I'm her husba-"

"Uh, Quinn Evans family?" The doctor called out. Brooke and Clay both rushed towards the female doctor.

"How is she?" Brooke said worryingly.

"...I'm sorry. There were complications...and we couldn't save the baby. I apologise. She will soon be awake..."

"Thank you Doctor." Clay said, still angry at what he recently heard from Brooke.

"...I'm going to go see her." Brooke said as Clay stayed firmly in his spot. Julian shortly returned with three coffees in a cup holder.

"Where did Brooke go?" Julian said, giving Clay a cup.

"Thanks...She, uh. Went to go see Quinn."

"Quinn's okay? How's the baby?"

"...Didn't make it."

"Clay, buddy. I'm sorry."

"...Julian. It's okay, I mean. I didn't even know about a baby two hours ago...I'll just...go..get drunk..forget about this whole experience."

"..Wait, so your going to forget about this whole experience...abandon your wife...to go get drunk?" Julian asked angrily

"..Why are you getting so loud about it? You did it, when you left your baby in the car."

"Clay. That was a mistake. You know what I should've done? Been with my wife and kids. Instead of getting drunk and getting into fights."

"Well, I don't have a kid." Clay said as he arose from the seat, dumping the cup in the trash. "Thanks for the coffee."

"..Where you going?" Julian asked.

"To Tric." Clay replied walking towards the exit.

Guess who's back..back..back. Back again again again... Hi! Clay's a tad out of character I know. :L I apologise if this chapter's a little off...I'm getting back into this. Aha.