So, everyone I started writing this a year ago, but it's been taking me forever to get around to posting it. There is some major slash in here...if you have a problem with it...I really don't want to hear about it. This is fiction and anything can happen.

I don't own One Tree Hill or anything related to One Tree Hill...nor do I own anything besides what I create out of the sheer madness which is my imagination. I mean come on; if I really did own One Tree Hill would I really be writing fan fiction?

Brooke knocked fiercely on the door, "Lucas, come on, I need to talk to you."

It had been a month since he had let her go, but consequences linger long after the event.

"Ah, the hell with it." Brook mumbled and barged into the door.

Lucas and his guest fumbled out of the bed.

"Brooke!"

"Brooke, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here, Jake? Oh my God, Oh my God, this can't be happening, not now." Brooke kept mumbling but as she made her way to run out she suddenly began feeling dizzy and soon fainted.

"Brooke, come on, wake up, please, come on." Lucas whispered.

Brooke began to groggily stir, "Where am I?"

"On my bed."

"Eww..." After what she had just seen, it was the last place she wanted to be.

"Brooke. Are you okay?"

"No, and you wouldn't be either if...Nothing."

"What was it you needed to tell me?" Lucas asked.

"It's...um, it's nothing."

"If it was really nothing you wouldn't have barged through the door." Jake stated from his position leaning against the wall.

Brooke glared, but Lucas gave her a concerning look, "He's right."

She sighed defeated, "I'm three months pregnant." she whispered.

"Three months?"

"Give or take a few weeks...I've known about it for a while...I just worked up the nerve to tell you and obviously my lack of timing won through again."

Lucas sat in shock. Brooke-pregnant?

"It'll be alright." he managed, more for his own sake.

"Alright?" Brooke fumed, "How do you think this is alright? My ex, the father of my child is screwing my best friend's boyfriend."

Jake began defending himself, "Peyton and I are just friends...she's not my type."

"Obviously, Jake, oh God, what are we going to do?"

Lucas sighed, "We could get out."