"Uhm sweetie the store is closed for tonight." The smiling Millie told the young girl before her. She so strikingly resembled Brooke, which astounded her.
"Yeah, I'm looking for a Brooke Davis?"
Millie, snapped out of it, then looked at her a bit suspiciously, "Sweetie, you do realize that she's the owner and designer for Clothes over Bros...right?" Millie asked. No one just got to see Brooke.
"Yeah, I know." She said blowing off her comment, "Can I see her now?"
Millie decided to humor her, giving her points for boldness, "Do you have an appointment with her?"
The girl was getting annoyed and rolled her eyes, "Look I heard on the radio that she was in town for the weekend, and she's giving some interview with them in like an hour. I just need to talk to her for like a minute."
"No. She's not here." Millie lied.
She scoffed, "Yeah, right. I bet you anything she's back there."
Millie rose her eyebrow, "No."
The girl gave her a sly smile. She then rushed Millie, pushing past her, "Well, let's see then!" Millie panicked and managed to grab her before she went towards the back office where Brooke was, "Excuse me!" She grabbed her by her shirt's collar. The security guard went over and grabbed her arm leading her out. Millie followed and once she was outside, she told the security to let her go. Sam dusted herself off, "You jerk." She griped.
"Look young lady, you are not to come into this establishment anymore. I could call the police on you, but I won't. Understood?"
The girl clung to the strap of her backpack, "Yeah whatever. Screw you!" She then walked off.
Mille huffed and went back in. Brooke walked out from the office, "Millie who was yelling?" She asked her assistant.
"Nothing important, a fan trying to get you."
Brooke frowned. She hated that she couldn't meet everyone that looked up to her.
"How old was she?" Brooke asked.
"Around 14 or 15. Young, but crazy. She pushed past me trying to get to you!" Millie exclaimed.
Brooke chuckled, "Hah. Guess that's the price of fame, huh?"
"Yeah, having your assistants assaulted. Just perfect."
Brooke stared at herself in the mirror putting on her lipstick.
"But it was weird...she kinda looked like you."
Brooke furrowed her eyebrows, "You mean absolutely gorgeous?"
Millia laughed, "No, really, she kinda looked like you."
Brooke didn't think much of it, "Hm. Well I gotta go Millie. I shouldn't be long. When's my flight to New York?"
"It's at midnight. You'll have time to hang out with old friends for a bit."
Brooke smiled thinking of everyone, "Great."
…. …. …..
"Well we have the one and only Tree Hill native here with us today, Ms. Brooke Davis!" The radio dj said. "Now Brooke what brought you back here?"
Brooke smiled, "Well I unveiled Clothes over Bros here at Tree Hill, and I just, I felt like I needed to come home...for a bit."
"Awww, only a bit? When are you leaving us little people?"
Brooke chuckled, "I'm leaving at midnight. But it was fun!"
"Well it's great to see you here! So Brooke, you're known for your A-Ma-ZING designs, but not only that you're also known for your wild nights out. Now, we have a listener's question on here related to this, let's put Ms. Rachel Watkins on the line….Rachel you're up."
"Hi Brooke. I'm a HUGE FAN!"
"Hi Rachel, thank you. I appreciate the love."
"So my question is, you went out with Michael Fassbender, are you guys you know… a thing?"
Brooke felt a smile creep up on her, "My love life is private, but no. We went out...as friends that's it. Don't believe everything the magazines tell you sweetie."
The radio dj laughed, "Awesome! Thanks for the question Rachel. Next up we have a young girl from the southside of Tree Hill, a miss Sam Walker. Girly, you're up."
"Umm hi."
"Hi sweetheart." Brooke said kindly
Sam cleared her throat. She imagined Brooke saying those words and it warmed her heart. "I just had a question, uhh...do you have kids?"
The dj rose an eyebrow at Brooke. Brooke looked a bit surprised, "Uhh, no, no I don't."
"Do you want kids?"
Brooke chuckled, "Kids don't go well with my lifestyle. I don't think I'd be a good mother, anyways."
Sam felt her chest tighten, and in a moment of courage spoke once more, "What do you think of people that give up their baby's for adoption?"
Brooke stopped dead, "Excuse me?"
The DJ intervened, "Well that's enough of that. Thanks for calling Sam."
"Wait!" Sam said.
"Bye!" The DJ answered, and hung up, "Well that was weird." He joked. Brooke smiled uncomfortably. Why had the girl asked that question. She felt her heart quicken and her mind go to a say that she tried so hard to forget.
When the interview was over, she went out to the beach, deciding against visiting her friends until later. Millie kept on calling, but she ignored the calls. The girl from southside tree hill kept replaying in her mind. Her mind went to that very first day almost 14 years ago.
"Brooke Davis?" A social worker said as she entered the hospital room. A half drugged Brooke looked up from the baby she was holding, "Yes?"
"The family is here for the child."
Victoria took the baby from Brooke's hands. Brooke watched helplessly as her child, her precious daughter was handed over. The baby started to cry, making Brooke's heart hurt even more. She watched as the social worker comforted her daughter. She began to cry. Victoria scoffed at her, "Brooke, toughen up. You know you can't care for a child now."
"It still hurts mom." A young Brooke responded.
Victoria put an arm on her shoulder, "Don't worry, going back to college, a few parties, and you'll forget about it."
Brooke shrugged her hands off her shoulder, "I'm tired, let me sleep." She said turning over.
Victoria rolled her eyes, "Fine, I'll wake you when I'm back. I have to go to work."
And just like that Brooke was left alone to mourn the loss of the daughter she never had...at least for a few hours.
When Brooke came back from her thoughts she was hugging her stomach close. She took a deep breath, "Get it together Brooke." She scolded herself. She walked back into the car where her driver was waiting for her, "To Peyton's house, miss?" He asked her softly.
"Uhm, back to the station...I forgot something."
He nodded and headed back. As she walked in the producer caught her, "Brooke, what're you doing back here? Another appearance I hope?" He said smiling at her.
"No, I have a request actually."
"Sure thing. You're our star!"
"Can I have the number of the girl, Sam, from southside who called in when I was here."
"I'll have Johnny check in on it now. Why don't you take a seat in my office while you wait."
"Okay, great. Thank you."
As she sat and waited, she wondered why she even wanted this girl's number. What was she going to tell her? "I gave up my own kid for adoption?" No, she was being ridiculous, yet she still sat there, she still waited.
"Here it is." The producer said as he came in and handed her the number. She took the piece of paper and folded it, putting it into her pocket.
"Thank you."
Come back to us, alright!" The producer said as Brooke walked out.
"You'll be the first radio station I call up when I'm here." Brooke said waving goodbye.
As she sat in her car she toyed around with the paper in her hands.
"Where to, m'am?" The driver asked.
She looked up and decided to forget about it She placed the paper in her pocket, "My store, please."
… …. ….
Lucas was working with his team after school when a girl came into the gym.
"Excuse me, you can't be here right now." He said to her.
She was getting really annoyed of people blowing her off today, "Look I'm just looking for someone named Lucas Scott."
He turned to look at her, "That's me Who are you?"
She walked up to him, "Hi, I'm Sam."
"Are you an office aid or something? What is it? I'm sort of busy." He said. He then blew his whistle, "Alright guys, line up for suicides!"
Sam looked over at his team, then at the tall man in front of her, I'm not an office aid." She said with attitude.
He put his hand on his hip, "Then what is it?" He asked.
"I'm your daughter." She blurted out.
He felt his heart stop, "My-my what? Is this some kind of joke? Who put you up to this? Haley?"
She shook her head, "No...it's not a joke."
Lucas stared at her for a long time, "But, but, no. I never. How old are you?"
Sam held onto the strap of her backpack, ready to leave, "Just turned 14 yesterday. Never mind, this was a mistake." She said forlornly.
Lucas didn't want to see his newly discovered daughter go, "Hold up a sec!"
He looked over to his assistant coach, "Can you take over?"
The assistant coach looked at him like he was crazy, "We have a game tomorrow, where are you going?"
He looked at Sam who was waiting for him by the door, "I'll tell you later, but it's important."
"Alright, alright, Go ahead then. I'll handle the fort."
Lucas gave him a big smile and then led Sam into his office.
…. …. ….
"So let me get this straight, you need me to sign something so you can move into the California foster care system? Even though you're in the foster care system here?" He asked thoroughly confused.
She nodded, "Yes. Your girl, put me up for adoption, the family changed their mind about me, and now I want to live in California, but my foster parents don't want to sign this 'cause they could care less about me, and want to spite me, but technically you can sign it, since you're my biological dad. So can you? Please?"
He looked at the tiny child in front of her, "No." He said frankly. "You're not moving to California."
She huffed, "What's it to you? I just need a signature and I'm gone! It's not like I'm anything to you anyways. You didn't know about me up until half an hour ago!"
Lucas didn't know what to do.
"Earth to Lucas!"
"How did you find me?" He asked her.
"I stole my file, and saw you were put down as the dad."
"And, you know who your mother is?"
She looked at him more glaringly, "I don't have a mom...but yeah, the person who gave birth to me, she's Brooke Davis."
His eyes bulged and he felt everything crumble around him, "WHAT?!" He stood up, "No, no, no, no."
"You're lying to me!"
"I'm not. She was listed as my mother on the file."
He grabbed her hand, "Come on."
"Where are we going?" She asked him,
"To talk to Brooke."
"You don't think I already tried that? She's a hotshot designer."
He laughed, "Yeah, well she'll talk to me."
"I'm not going until you tell me that both of you will sign this." She said pushing his hand away. He sighed heavily, "Alright, you really want to do this? You're still so…" He looked her up and down, "You're still a little girl."
At that point she wanted to kill him, "You don't have any right to tell me what to do, Lucas. You're just a strange tall dude that I need to get a signature from. Don't worry about me, I've been taking care of myself for thirteen years."
He felt a lump form in his throat, "Fine...I'll sign it, but you need to come with me."
She shrugged, "Well duh, I need to get Brooke to sign it too."
"I can try."
"NO, you have to get her to sign this."
Luke sighed, "Alright, Alright. Just, come on." He really just wanted to talk, more like yell, at Brooke.
…. …. …
Lucas sighed when he saw the filled store. Sam raised her eyebrow, "Damn, she must be really good at this clothing stuff."
"Yeah,,,she's always been great at it." He said in a mumble.
He took a deep breath and went in still holding Sam's arm. He went up to the counter, "Mille let me speak to Brooke." He said seriously.
She looked at him strangely, "Lucas, now?" She then saw Sam, "Hey, you're not allowed in here! Didn't I tell you that?"
Sam looked to Lucas, "Told you I tried to get to her."
Lucas slammed his hand on the counter, "Millie, let me talk to Brooke this is important."
"She's on a conference call, right now. Just wait. And why are you with this little thug?"
He looked at Sam, "She's with me, alright. Don't worry she won't do anything."
"I'll just let her know you're here."
Lucas stood and looked around, but with every second that went by he felt more and more anxious, "Brooke! BROOKE! Brooke Davis! I know you can hear me!" He yelled as he leaned in on the counter. Everyone started to stare at him. The security guard went over, "Sir." He then grabbed his arm. Lucas turned over, "Don't touch me! I need to talk to Brooke! She's my friend, let me go!" He pushed him off. The security guard, then got mad, "Oh hell nah!" He said. Sam jumped in, "Whoah, whoah, stop!" The guard saw her, "Little girl you're not allowed in here!" He picked her up. "Hey put her down, you idiot!" Lucas yelled.
Brooke then came out rushing, "What the hell is going on!?"
He saw Lucas and a strange girl dusting herself off, "Lucas?"
Lucas turned to her, "We need to talk."
"Now?" She said looking at the havoc that was just caused.
"Yes. He grabbed her hand and started walking, "Come on Sam."
Brooke then turned around, "Wait, Sam?!" She said surprised, "Sam Walker from the radio?"
Sam frowned, "yeah."
"Come on." Lucas said determined.
They went out back and Brooke then pushed Lucas off her, "You big idiot, what do you think you're doing?! You do realize I have a reputation to uphold?! I can't have some tall thug come in and acting crazy!"
Lucas tightened his fists, "Brooke stop!" He yelled, "I'm the one that should be mad at you! This is so typical, you're turning the tables on me."
"What?! What is so important that it couldn't wait until after I was out of my meeting Lucas!? And why do you have Sam with you?!"
He looked shocked, "Wait, you know who she is?!"
Brooke narrowed her stare, "Yeah, she was a radio caller from today. Why does that even matter?"
Lucas swallowed hard, "No Brooke. She's not just a radio caller."
Brooke stared at Sam and raised her eyebrow, "Okay?"
"Hi Brooke." Sam said.
Lucas took a deep breath, "Meet Sam, our daughter."
Brooke stopped everything, breathing slowly just to make sure that she was still in real life. She looked to Lucas, then back at the young girl looking at her. "W-what?" She said in a whisper.
Sam took her chance and got closer, "H-hi." She said hesitantly.
"You gave her up for adoption without telling me?!" Lucas said pointing to Sam, "How? Why?!"
"You wanted me to tell you that you knocked me up?! We were a month from graduation! You were off to play basketball in college, this would've ruined you!" She said defending herself.
Lucas had tears in his eyes, "You knew I would've dropped EVERYTHING for you."
Sam felt uncomfortable, "Oh screw this. I'll just come by later." She said.
Brooke stopped her tirade, "Wait, Sam, wait!" She said sounding a bit desperate.
"I-I can't believe you're here." Her eyes were glistening with tears, "I mean, I'm glad you're here. It's just, the last time I saw you, you were so tiny. And now you're so big."
Sam laughed,
"Not big, like fat." Brooke said suddenly aware of how that sounded, "I meant you know older. You….you look."
Sam looked into her eyes, "Like you?" She said softly.
Brooke nodded and bit her lip. She wanted to survey the girl before her, pour over her every feature see where she could find herself and Lucas. She cleared her throat, "So are you okay? Are you good? Is everything good?"
Sam smiled, "Yeah I'm fine. I'm doing alright."
Lucas chimed in impatiently, "She wants you to sign something. Tell her what it is." He said coaxing Sam.
Brooke looked at her then him, "Sign something? Sure, yes, sure. What-what is it?"
Sam looked through her bag, "Oh, right, I have this paper. I need your signature, I can't leave to California without this."
Brooke snapped her head up, "I'm sorry what? California, with your parents?"
Lucas spoke up, "No to their foster care system. She's never been adopted."
Brooke stared painfully into Sam's eyes.
Sam shook her head, "It's a long and boring story. I just want to move to the foster care system in California. I want to live there. It sounds awesome."
She pushed the pen and paper in front of Brooke's face. Brooke gently pushed Sam's hand down, "But, but we have no custody over you."
Sam sighed, "It's all legalities. I found out that my social worker, or biological parents, in the case that I haven't been adopted, can sign me over. That's all I need."
Brooke was torn, she couldn't do this. "But what's in California for you?"
Lucas scoffed, "Brooke this poor girl didn't have you or me in her life for fourteen years, you think she wants to talk to you?!"
"Oh don't go 'poor me' right now Luke!"
Sam cleared her throat, "It's alright guys! Really, I just, I need your signature."
Brooke looked to Luke, "You signed this?"
He nodded. She couldn't believe it, before them was the spitting image of the two of them. She went against every bone in her body, she didn't want to do this. "And, and they'll take you in? Provide you with a roof, and food?"
Sam was getting annoyed, "Yeah. It's the foster system, they're kinda forced to do that...except, you know, they can't provide, good parents."
Brooke knew that was a slight to her, "Fine, hand me the pen."
Sam's smile widened, "Awesome!"
Brooke signed it, then handed it over, "So that's, that's it? Do you...need anything?"
Sam put the paper away as she spoke, "Nope, that's pretty much it. I just have to take the paper over and present it to the judge today."
Brooke was eager to take the chance, "I-I can take you!" She said pointing to herself.
Lucas looked at Brooke confused, "Brooke you need to be in there, your store just opened. I can take Sam."
"No, no. It's okay I'll take you, I mean if you'd like."
Sam looked over to Lucas, then to Brooke. "I, umm, I'll just go with Brooke." She always fantasized about her mother, and now having her so close seemed unreal. Luke nodded feeling a bit sad, "Well, uhh, let me give you my number just in case you ever need anything." He quickly wrote it down and handed the scrap piece of paper to her, "Thanks Lucas."
He smiled, "Luke, call me Luke." He said. She nodded. Unsure what to do next he went over and gave her a big bear hug, "It was, it was so nice meeting you Sam. If you're ever in any trouble just, just call me...please."
Sam wasn't sure how to take his sudden generosity, "Okay. Thank you."
Brooke walked and Sam followed her, once in the car Brooke looked over at Sam, "So, I'm still confused. I thought you were adopted because we had a family and everything."
Sam turned to look at her, not wanting to hurt Brooke's feelings, "I, um, I don't know if they told you this, but I had some lung problems"
Brooke turned and looked at Sam with guilt in her eyes.
"It, uhh, developed a few weeks after I was born. I was in and out of hospitals, so the family had to give me up. They couldn't afford it. By the time they fixed it all I was four years old and no one wants a four year old. Most people, you know want a baby."
Sam stopped herself, realizing that her statement wasn't true, as the woman beside her, didn't want her as a baby, "Well not everyone...obviously."
Brooke stayed quiet for a moment as she drove on, "No, obviously." She said in a quiet, but serious manner.
Sam heard her words and felt crushed. She turned towards the window, deciding to say nothing else. What did she expect? For Brooke to want her back after all those years?
As the car parked, Sam got out without saying goodbye, obviously hurt by Brooke's words. Brooke tried to let her walk off and leave without saying nothing else, but she couldn't stop herself, "Wait, Sam! Let me be clear, let me be clear about something."
Sam stopped, "What?"
"It's not that I didn't want a baby. It's just I was young Sam, so young."
Sam looking to the building, "It doesn't matter now. Look, I have to go settle this thing." She started walking away.
"Wait, wait, but California, is that safe? You have no friends there, and wouldn't you rather just stay here. Your foster parents might adopt you!"
Sam stopped and looked at her, "You obviously know nothing about my so called foster parents."
Brooke saw the anger in her eyes, "Sam, I'm sorry."
She stopped her, "Just stop, and no offense, but I don't need you, stop acting like I do."
Brooke felt her words right in her heart. She stopped talking and nodded, "You're right. I'm sorry."
Sam turned to walk back up the steps,
"Sam, good luck!" She said to the disappearing figure.
"Don't need it." Sam said as she walked in.
Brooke could only stand there. She felt like she had just lost something, something that she never had. She felt a tear roll down her cheek, but quickly wiped it off. As she was getting into her car, she saw Lucas park his own, "Hey, hey, what are you doing?" She asked him.
"I just wanted to make sure she got here safe."
Brooke narrowed her eyes, "Do you think I'm not responsible enough to get her here safely?"
"That's not what I said Brooke. Did you go in there with her?"
Brooke's face fell, "No, no I didn't."
"You wanna go in?" He asked her.
Brooke looked unsure but decided to go forward with it, "Yeah, sure."
Both walked in and saw Sam inside an office with a social worker, waiting for someone. They walked in. Sam turned around, "What the hell?" She said surprised, "What're you doing here?"
Lucas spoke up, "Just wanted to make sure everything was good."
Just as Sam was about to say something the judge walked in, "Alright this matter should be resolved quickly. Ms. Samantha Walker." She sat down, adjusted her glasses, and noticed the two strangers in the room, "And who are you two?" She asked not pleased with their presence.
"We're, uhh, her parents." Brook answered.
Sam sighed heavily, feeling her plan slowly crumble, "Biological parents, that's all."
The judge looked pensive for a moment, "Let's proceed. You have the signed document, Ms. Walker?"
"yeah, right here judge."
The judge looked it over, then put it down, "I humored this long enough. The fact of the matter is Samantha, I will not be turning you over, the final say is mine after all, and I will not burden the California foster care system with another charge. You will stay in the South Carolina system, and will maintain in our care until you are 18."
Sam was stunned, "But, but the state of South Carolina has not provided me with an adequate home!"
The judge almost scoffed, "oh really? Miss, I find it hard to believe that the SEVEN homes that you've been placed in were all horrible."
Sam stayed quiet, "No, but-"
"but, nothing. You are not being moved. You will return with your current foster parents."
"I want to be moved!" She said desperately, "I don't want to stay there anymore."
The judge sighed and fixed her glasses, "Why?"
"They don't want me anymore. They called my caseworker, you can check. I have no place to stay."
"Well you'll go back to Clydesville for the time being."
The judge then turned to the two parents, "You two, you both work?"
"I'm a teacher." Lucas added. "I..." Unsure of how to describe her job, "I own a business." Brooke said, confused as to why they were being questioned.
"Stable income." The judge said aloud, "That's good."
"And you both live here in South Carolina?" The judge asked.
Sam realized what she was doing, "Wait, no, no. What're you doing? I'll go to Clydesville. That's fine."
Brooke bit her lip, "I, uhh, I own a home, here yes. I have dual residence here and in New York. What's going on?" She asked.
"I live here, your honor." Lucas said.
The judge weighed her options, a group home, or two inexperienced, but seemingly willing parents. "Perfect. In light of the circumstance, I grant you, Lucas…"
"Scott, m'am."
"Lucas Scott. And Brooke..?"
"Davis."
"Lucas Scott and Brooke Davis, full temporary custody of Samantha Walker."
"WHAT?!" Sam said in awe.
Lucas blinked twice, "You honor, I don't know if Sam-"
"Would you rather her stay at the group home?" She said authoritatively.
Both of them shook their head, "No, of course not."
"Then, you are all dismissed."
All three of them walked out with Sam ahead, "Well that was the opposite of what I expected." She griped.
Brooke walked to her car, "I need to cancel my flight tonight."
Sam looked at them both, "Look, I'm sorry. I can just request a new placement, and it's like this never happened."
Lucas stopped her, "No, no. Sam, don't worry. We just we need to figure out what we're gonna do, where you're gonna live, and such."
Brooke shook her head, "We'll figure this out. This isn't your fault."
Lucas scoffed, "You got that right."
Brooke folded her arms, "What's that supposed to mean?!"
Lucas looked to Sam, "Give us a sec, Sam."
He grabbed Brooke and pulled her further away, "I'm not the one that hid a child for 14 years!"
"I did what I thought was best for the both of us, Luke! Do NO BLAME ME! You're the one that didn't wear a damn condom! Did you just forget about the concept of wrapping it up!"
"Oh Puhlease Brooke."
"No! I'm not letting this become yet another thing that you blame on me!"
Sam got tired of it, "Just forget it guys!"
They both turned around. "Clearly you guys have bigger problems to fix. I'd rather be in foster care, because it looks like you both are the ones that need parents." She ran off. Brooke and Lucas both looked at each other with guilt in their eyes.
New Series! Tell me what you think! Please review, and I'll keep on writing :). Also let me know the direction of the romance, do y'all want Lucas/Brooke or keep Lucas/Peyton and Brooke/Julian.