Disclaimer: I own none of these characters [*but oh, so pining for 'em…sigh*]; they belong to some Murphy guy who used to work for some network… [I'm not even gonna go into that]
Warning: F/F…Love it or go away—far, far away.
Rating: PG…for one itty-bitty foul word; and the theme *roll eyes*
A/N: This is actually an excerpt of a longer fic that I'm working on; AU; set three years after Nicole went gas pedal-happy.
Summary: Déjà vu?
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"This is not what I wanted."
"This is not what I wanted Brooke, ok just stop."
Their hands touch for a fleeting second. She barely glances back at her, only vaguely shakes her head
"Brooke...! NO!!!!!"
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"Brooke McQueen, please make me the happiest man alive…Will you marry me?"
And what would that make me?
She knew the thought was inappropriate. Harrison was down on one knee, holding up a solitaire diamond ring, in the middle of the most posh restaurant on campus, asking her to marry him.
His proposal didn't really surprise her at the very least. In fact she had begun to wonder why he had taken this long. She always knew Harrison has had a wedding planned for both of them from the very first day she started going out with him. What was surprising was that it took him three years to ask her.
She stared into his brown eyes, searching…and found…nothing.
Something was uncomfortably wrong.
A distant memory painfully weaves its way from the furthest reaches of her mind to settle itself squarely at the forefront-- leaving at its wake a flurry of emotions, of feelings long tucked within the deepest recesses of her heart.
Suddenly, like a rolling thunder signaling the forthcoming of a storm that seemed to stem from somewhere distant, the feelings increased in intensity and threatened to wash over her with such force it made her pant in breathless anticipation.
Finally, with a gasp, it hit her.
Oh my god.
As if a fog had lifted, she gazed back into brown eyes before her. As much as she can see the emotions in them, the emotions were not reflections of her own.
Oh god…I love her… F*ck it, I'm IN love with her…!
Well how original. It took ME three years to figure that out.
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"Brooke?"
Harrison broke through her reverie. He was still down on one knee, a questioning look on his face, his smile faltering.
Slowly, she found her voice. "Harrison…I'm sorry…I can't…"
He sat back on his heels, the hand holding the ring lowering to rest on his thigh. "But I thought this is what you wanted." He sounded tired.
She swallowed back a sob and her voice hitched just a little bit as she looked back at him. "No…This—this isn't what I want…"
Harrison, having sat back on his chair, raised a hand to rub his face. "Oh jeez, this is like déjà vu…only this time, Sam isn't here…"
Her head snapped up suddenly. "Sam…" her voice ragged, torn.
Harrison peered at her from between the splayed fingers on his face.
She saw it before she knew he even felt it.
Hello, Mr. Realization.
In one swift movement, she stood up, crossed over to Harrison still slumped in his seat, kissed him gently on the cheek and whispered in his hear, "God I am so, so very sorry, Harrison."
In the next instance, she found herself racing out of a crowded restaurant yet again for a second time in her life.
But this time, she knew what she wanted.
