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So without further ado I give you chapter 2. ;)

Chapter 2:

*Dream Sequence*

"Brooke I think I'm pregnant," Lindsey said, fidgeting in her seat.

Brooke put down her pencil and took off her glasses, "What do you mean you think you're pregnant?" Lindsey handed her a pregnancy test, "That's disgusting Linds," Brooke said before immediately getting some hand sanitizer out of her top desk drawer and applying a liberal amount to her hands. "That test is positive, it means you're pregnant."

Lindsey sat down on her sister's bed, "I know," she tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear, "I don't know what to do I'm kind of freaking out."

Brooke looked at her calendar, "Who's baby is it? It can't be Lucas's he just got back from being gone all summer at High Flyers camp."

"Can you just for one second pretend that you actually care about me?" Lindsey glared, "You know your SISTER, your ONLY sister." Lindsey threw herself down on Brooke's bed, "This isn't about Luke," Lindsey sulked, "Does it really matter who's baby it is, I'm not keeping it obviously. I can't be pregnant, I just started my senior year of high school, there's no way the principal would let me still be cheer captain, what kind of message would that send, I'll tell you Brookey it would be a negative one." Lindsey put her head in her hands, "What am I going to do?"

"I can't believe you cheated on Luke again." Brooke huffed, "Who was it this time? I'm not covering for you anymore." Brooke watched Lindsey rub her hand behind her ear, 'that's the nervous tell she's done for years whenever she doesn't want me to know the truth.' Brooke told herself, "I'm not helping you unless you tell me who the father is."

"Fine! Lucas said we needed to take a break while he was gone this summer, I agreed." Lindsey started, still touching her ear, "I met this guy, a musician, his name is Chris. He was visiting his uncle for the summer. We got really involved really fast," Lindsey grabbed one of Brooke's pillows and pulled it to her chest, "He ended things when he went back to Brazil."

Brooke was confused, "What's in Brazil?"

"His parents have a hotel there and his mother runs a school, they're like missionaries or something. What difference does it make?" Lindsey pouted, "I think I love him and he's gone."

Brooke couldn't believe what she was hearing but decided the saga of Luke and Lindsey was a can of worms she didn't want to open. "Does this Chris Keller guy know about the baby?" Brooke wondered.

"Stop calling it that," Lindsey hissed, "It's a fetus, it's a parasite. That's all, I can't be pregnant Brookey. Lucas would murder me."

*End Dream Sequence*

Brooke woke up in a cold sweat, she sat up and looked at her alarm clock it was only 3:30am. She hadn't been able to sleep much that night. She keep thinking about the scrap of paper Chase translated. "It's nothing," she told herself. "Lindsey couldn't ever keep a secret, if she had faked her death to go live it up in South America I would know." She thought for a second about the tumultuous relationship that had been Chris and Lindsey. He was such a narcissist, he even referred to himself in the third person once when he was visiting. Brooke could never figure out what Lindsey saw in him, he spent summers with his uncle because when he wasn't in school he was terrorizing the local girls. Lindsey had fallen for him for some stupid reason or another. She drove her sister to the doctor's office that fateful afternoon in September when Lindsey 'took care of her parasite problem'. "It gave me nightmares for weeks," Brooke said out loud, "and the truly disturbing part was the very next day Lindsey pretended it never happened." Lucas and Lindsey got engaged right after graduation to the disbelief of both our families, especially because they were going to be spending most of the separated by the entire country. Lindsey staying in California, and went to the University of Irvine and Luke went to Duke in North Carolina. Chris had resurfaced not long after Luke left, his parents had bought his way into USC, he got kicked out after his freshman year. Brooke picked up the piece of paper and the envelope, she noticed that the postage amount seemed high for such a thin envelope. Brooke sat up in bed and looked through the stack of letters, "Nothing else goes with this one," She said, Brooke ran her hands through her hair and looked at the clock again it was only 3:56am, too early to call Nathan and Haley. Brooke got out of bed and got dressed, she went to her closet and found an old camping lantern and a flashlight. She left a note on the refrigerator for Chase and left her apartment. She needed answers and she needed them now.

Brooke pulled into the driveway of Lucas and Lindsey's house fifteen minutes later. She walked up to the house at a brisk pace, she unlocked the door and entered the house. She took out her phone and texted Rachel: I'm at the murder house... Come over when you get this. Something is wrong, I don't think Lindsey is dead...

Brooke took off her shoes and started stepping hard on the hardwood plank flooring, "Lindsey, you were always too predictable," Brooke said out loud, "If you were hiding something dammit I am going to find it." She jumped when her phone vibrated, she picked it up, "Hello?"

"Hey slut it's Rachel, what are you doing?" Rachel said sleepily into the receiver.

"Do you remember Chris Keller?" Brooke said as she continued stomping on the floors, "Him and Lindsey were still in contact before she disappeared. I found letters he sent to her, love letters Rach, they've been having an affair the entire time she was married to Luke."

Rachel sighed into the phone, "Brooke honey. I need you to stop everything you're doing and go back home." Brooke heard Rachel mumble, "This is my fault, I knew I shouldn't have let you go over there alone yesterday."

"Rach you aren't listening," Brooke heard a squeak, she stomped again... another squeak, "Come over here I can prove it to you." She hung up the phone and focused on the loose floorboard. Brooke took her keys and pried the board from the subfloor below. She pulled out a black grocery bag tied closed, she put the board back down and stepped on it hard to get it back where it belonged. She went in the dining room and started stomping again. She stopped when she heard knocking on the front door.

Rachel came inside, and hugged her friend, "I sent Nathan a text. You can't do this again."

Brooke handed Rachel the dirt covered bag, "I'm not crazy Rachel, I were I wouldn't have found anything. What is that then?"

Rachel sat the bag down on one of the tarp covered items of furniture. "Brooke come outside with me alright. Nathan and Haley will be here in a minute."

Rachel put her arm around Brooke's shoulder, "I'm not crazy dammit. Lindsey is alive," she picked up the bag Rachel had put down. She saw the headlights turning into the driveway. "I can't believe you called them," she spit. A few minutes later Nathan and Haley rushed inside.

Haley came up to Brooke and hugged her, "Hi tigger. I've missed you."

Nathan took the bag from her hands, "Come on Davis, let me take you home."

Brooke's cheeks flushed with anger, "Why won't any of you listen to me?" Brooke felt hot tears streaming down her cheeks, "I think I found proof my sister is alive," She pointed a finger in Nathan's face, "that would mean your brother is in prison for a crime he didn't commit." Brooke felt dizzy, "I need to sit down."

Nathan carried Brooke over to the couch, Haley removed the tarp, "Gattina will you see if the water is still on?" Nathan turned back to look at Brooke, he put one of his hands on her cheek, "This is my fault, I said some shit yesterday I shouldn't have. And I should have been the one to come over and pack up Luke's stuff. Seeing you like this makes me feel about two inches tall. Where's your inhaler?"

Brooke sat up, "It's in the car, I left my other one at home," Brooke took a deep breath and winced at the pain she now had in her chest. 'Stupid stress induced asthma,' she thought to herself.

Rachel came back with a glass of water and a wet wash cloth, "Here Brooke drink this." She folded up the wash cloth and put it on Brooke's neck. Rachel grabbed Brooke's car keys, "Is your inhaler in the glove box?"

Brooke nodded before taking a sip of water, "Can you at least humor me please and just tell me what's in the bag I found under the floor boards?"

Haley picked up the bag and brought it over to Nathan, "Hiding stuff under the floor, if it did belong to Lindsey it's was very Edgar Allen Poe of her."

Brooke started to sob, "Please Nate." Rachel came back inside and handed Brooke the inhaler. Nathan motioned for her to use the inhaler first. Brooke took two puffs and smiled, "Happy?"

"It's 4:30 in the morning and I'm not asleep," Nathan yawned, "I'm fan-fucking-tastic." He opened the bag and pulled out a broken porcelain doll, "Does this look familiar? It looks really old. If this belonged to Lindsey it's very macabre, why would she have kept it? It's probably something that's been there for decades."

Brooke became dizzy again, "But the letters, I found letters Nate."

Rachel folded her arms and huffed, "Lindsey was a slut Brooke. I know we aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead, but it's true, and those letters don't prove she's still alive Brooke. They just confirm what we already know, she was a tramp and she cheated on Lucas a lot." 'I would have killed her too,' Rachel thought best not to add that last part.

Haley sat down beside Brooke and gripped her tight, "You look exhausted, did you sleep at all?"

Brooke looked around at the three people who knew her better than she even knew herself, pain on their faces. She sighed, "I'm sorry you guys. I don't know what I was thinking, I guess there was some small part of me that hoped Lindsey could have pulled something like this off. I know she was a handful, but she was my handful. She was the only sibling I had. My life has been a mess since she died."

Haley rubbed Brooke's back, "Of course it has, your parents went a little crazy after the murder. You had to testify again Lucas, we all know how hard that was for you. We understand wishing she was alive somewhere living a secret life with that prick Chris Keller. They really wrote love letters to each other?" Haley shook her head, "How about I come over later and we can finish this up together? I'm sure I can get Karen to watch Jamie." Brooke nodded, "Now let's get you home. Nathan I'll drive Brooke's car, will you just follow us there and then we can drive home?"

Nathan stood up from his position on the floor, "Yeah Hales," he hugged Rachel, "Thank you for calling."

"Anytime," Rachel smiled.

Rachel handed Brooke's keys to Nathan, after he locked the house he said "Lindsey Davis was a lot of things Brooke but there is no way she was smart enough to pull off a switch like this. I think Rachel's onto something, maybe Lindsey was having a lot of affairs. But the true is she's gone, so we aren't ever going to figure out the truth, and the sooner we all accept that the sooner we can move on."

*Two Days Later*

Brooke heard the telephone ringing so she opened her front door as quickly as she could, she hurried inside and picked up the phone, "Hello." She said, a little out of breath.

"Nathan said you had an episode the other night." He sighed, "Are you alright?"

Brooke gasped at the voice on the other end of the line, "Luke, I... I... I'm fine. I wasn't sleeping." She paused and shut her eyes, "I cleaned out your house and I found some of Lindsey's stuff. I thought I was alright enough to handle that, I wasn't." She cleared her throat, "I packed up all of your belongings too, Nathan came and took them to your mothers..." She stopped when she realized she was rambling on about trophies and basketball. 'Luke doesn't care about that stuff,' Brooke scolded herself. "Are you aloud to talk to me, I testified at your trial?"

Lucas laughed, "You know I'm not entirely sure if this is okay or not," He let out a husky breath, "I had to check on you and make sure you were alright." He stammered, "I'm really sorry you had to be the one to clean out the house, that must have been tough, did you draw the short straw or something?"

Brooke wiped at the tears forming in her eyes, "No, my parents have been out of it since your sentencing. I didn't want your mother to have to do it, so I said I would take care of it."

Lucas exhaled, "Pretty girl, you can't carry everyone right now and you shouldn't have to. I really laid into Nate when he told me what happened. He's lucky I'm where I'm at or I would stab him."

Brooke laughed for a second, forgetting where Luke was, "I don't want to talk about that anymore," Brooke hesitated, she didn't know if she should say what she wanted to say, she went with her gut and spoke again, "I didn't think I was ever going to get to speak to you again Luke."

"I was surprised you took my call to be honest. I've been thinking about you since I spoke to Nate yesterday. I wanted to call you after we got off the phone, but that isn't how this place works." Lucas laughed. "I'm really just glad you're okay, I don't know what I would do if I lost you too Brooke."

"I found letters at your house Luke," Brooke blurted out.

Before Lucas could respond the automated message started playing, "This is a message from Corcoran State Prison, you have approximately three minutes left on your telephone call."

"You found letter huh," Lucas said, "From Chris Keller no doubt, how could I have been so blind..." He trailed off, "Enough of that though, you heard the Nazi's we only have three minutes left. I'm finding that time is a valuable commodity in prison, who would have thought? All I've got is time and there still never seems to be enough of it."

"I know this is going to sound strange Luke but I'm glad you called," Brooke smiled, "I miss you." Brooke shook her head thinking about how absurd she sounded, 'up until a few days ago you were certain he murdered your sister,' she told herself, 'but now...' she stopped herself before she went down another rabbit hole that required an intervention.

"I understand what you're saying," Lucas groaned, "I love you Brooke, I always have. Caring about you isn't something I can just turn off, I don't think I would even if I could. I was angry at you during the trial, I blamed you for putting me here. But I know now it isn't your fault, a jury of my peers thought there was enough evidence to support that I am the one that murdered Lindsey." After a brief silence he continued, "I am going to wrap this up though, I don't want us to get disconnected without saying goodbye. I need you to take better care of yourself Brooke, because if you don't I'm going to have to organize some sort of prisoner escape and I don't think I have enough cred to pull something like that off yet." Lucas laughed, "Promise me pretty girl."

"I promise broody," Brooke blinked away tears at the use of their old nicknames, "Goodbye Luke."

"Goodbye Brooke." Lucas said before the line went silent and all that was left was the dial tone.

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