Author's Note: So this is a new story I have been working on for the lovely Dianehermans. She has some of the neatest ideas. :) This story will be quick, it's only going to be five chapters.

Summary: AU Story - Brooke and Lucas's once happy marriage is now a distant memory. After Lucas compromised their wedding vows, Brooke felt like her only choice was divorce. Now 10 years later the old lovers reunite in Tree Hill for a friends wedding. I don't want to give too much of the story away. After the 1st chapter the major plot points will be revealed. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Tree Hill related, if I did the show would have gone a completely different direction.

How Deep is Your Love

Chapter 1:

"Mr. Scott," The judge began, "I noticed you are choosing to represent yourself." The judge removed her glasses, "There's a proverb Mr. Scott, 'a man who is his own lawyer has a fool for a client' have you heard this before?"

"Yes, your honor." Lucas looked across the courtroom to where Brooke was sitting; Lucas thought she looked beautiful; she was wearing a simple black wrap dress with her hair pulled back into a low bun. "I wanted to show my wife that I was committed to making our marriage work, I never thought it would come to this. When she filed for divorce I told her I would not be retaining counsel, she can have whatever she wants."

"So you're a fool then." The judge smiled, "Alright, let us proceed." The judge looked over to Brooke, "Mrs. Scott, I would like to hear from you before we continue to the division of the assets."

Brooke stood up, "I would just like to say that I am saddened my marriage is coming to an end," Brooke wiped at the tears streaming down her face, "But he was unfaithful and I can no longer trust him. My only request is I would like to reinstate my maiden name."

The judge frowned, "The clerk will put into record that Mrs. Brooke Scott would like to restart using her maiden name." The judge looked at her notes, "After today you will resume being known as Ms. Brooke Davis." The court recorder made a note, "Now to the division of the assets."

Brooke let out a whimper, "May I be excused for a moment your honor." The judge nodded, Brooke quickly exited the courtroom.

Lucas's heart was throbbing; he left the courtroom behind her, "Brooke, wait up!"

Brooke turned, "Leave me alone Lucas. I don't want to talk to you, the only reason I am here is because my attorney said I needed to be here to make the request about my name." She patted her cheeks with a tissue. She noticed then just how exhausted he looked, there were deep purple bags under his eyes, his cheeks were hallow, his skin was sallow and his jawline was covered in stubble. She looked at his attire and shook her head, "Did you just roll out of bed? You're so wrinkled, you look like a hobo. I mean you couldn't even take today seriously?" Against her better judgment she put her hand on his bicep, "Are you alright?"

His skin burned under her touch, he looked into her eyes and was mesmerized by all the little green flecks that now sparkled under the light beaming in through the skylights above them. He couldn't believe just how horribly he had screwed up his life. 'She's going to hate you when you tell her about the development with Isobel,' "Can we have dinner tonight?"

Brooke dropped her hand from his arm and laughed, "You cannot help yourself can you? Our divorce is going to be finalized in less than an hour and you're asking me to have dinner with you? You are incorrigible."

Lucas wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and kiss her, kiss her until she remembered how much they loved each other. She had kinked her eyebrow at him and flashed him the dimpled smile that drove him wild. "Come on pretty girl it's just one meal, consider it a proper end to our union. Our relationship started with a dinner, let's close out the circle."

Brooke smiled again, "Actually if memory serves correctly, our relationship began with me..." She leaned in close and whispered the rest in his ear, "Naked in the back seat of the jeep."

Lucas let out a groan, "Now you have to have dinner with me, because you are getting way too much pleasure out of this." He backed away, "It's almost perverse."

Brooke cackled, "Well we were together almost a decade Luke, I know you better than anyone I suppose."

He smiled at her with delight, "That's true. Well I don't count THAT as our first date, technically we started dating freshman year, I saw you at the Halloween party and I knew I had to make you mine. The following week we had dinner and the rest is history."

She closed her eyes and took in the memory. She opened her eyes, smoothed out her dress and headed back to the courtroom, "Alright, I'll have dinner with you. Pick me up at 7. Don't be late," She motioned to his clothes, "And don't be wrinkled."

"I cannot believe you are having dinner with him." Rachel said from the living room.

"His reasoning was very compelling." Brooke stood at the full length mirror in just a white lace pair of panties and matching bralet. "I need your opinion on what to wear."

"Does it matter," Rachel huffed from the doorway, "You're wearing new lingerie. Did divorce make him less of a drunken cheater or are you just that horny?"

Brooke turned around and put her hands on her hips, "You didn't see him Rachel." Brooke sighed, "He looked broken, he was so skinny and ragged. I figured one dinner wouldn't cause any trouble. I didn't buy anything new, I had these in the closet, I just hadn't had anywhere to wear them. I mean look they're so dainty and romantic." Brooke twirled in the mirror.

"Dainty and romantic, perfect combination for dinner with your EX husband." Rachel rolled her eyes, "Do you even know if he's still seeing that slut?"

"It was a one-time thing Rach, he divulged in court today that he has been seeing a therapist, he's been going to AA meetings." Brooke held up a floral sundress, Rachel shook her head, "I understand where you are coming from but I just don't see the harm in attempting to move forward. I've spent a great deal of my life loving Lucas Scott Rach; I can't just turn that off because he cheated on me."

Rachel crossed the room and opened Brooke's closet, "Here you should wear this one."

Brooke took the navy blue eyelet sundress with a scallop hem from Rachel, "Thank you." Brooke could see the look of concern on Rachel's face, "Don't look at me like that, it really is just dinner." Brooke pulled the dress over her head and looked in the mirror.

Rachel came up behind Brooke and put her head on her shoulder and wrapped her arms around her chest, "Just be careful B. Lucas cheated on you five months ago with some skank named Isobel, I think if you want to start over, you should, even if I think Lucas Scott deserves to be stoned for his crimes." Rachel kissed her cheek, "Just be careful please," Rachel let go, put her hands up and backed away, "That's all I'm saying. Have fun tonight, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"That isn't saying much," Brooke said as she put in her drop earrings, "There isn't anything you wouldn't do."

"Thank you for walking me to my door Luke," Brooke announced as she looked for her keys.

"I wish this night didn't have to end so soon." Lucas pulled her into him, "When did we become adults that cared about our jobs." He kissed her collar bone, "What do you say we call in sick tomorrow. We can drive down the coast, stay in Myrtle Beach for the night."

"As tempting as that sounds I think we should call it a night and just plan a second date." Brooke found her keys and started to unlock the door.

Lucas kissed the back of her neck, "Please pretty girl, what have you got to loose."

'My heart,' she told herself. "Nothing I suppose, there isn't anything worse than finding out your husband cheated on you with a hooker he met at an AA meeting." After the words came out she wished she could take them back.

"I'm so sorry baby, let me make it up to you." Lucas spun Brooke around so she was facing him, "Let's go to Myrtle Beach, we can stay in that cute little hotel we stayed at on our honeymoon." Lucas started kissing her neck again, "Come on baby you know you want to say yes. So just say yes." He kissed her earlobe, "Say yes."

Brooke giggled, "Alright, fine. Yes, yes, yes!" Brooke unlocked the door and headed inside, "Give me a few minutes to pack a bag and leave a note for Rachel."

"The Red Woman herself. Is Lady Melisandre lurking around somewhere?" Lucas whispered as they entered the dark apartment, "I should have brought something to protect myself."

"She hates when you call her that Lucas," Brooke walked towards the hallway, "I don't think she's here, she told me she had plans with Owen tonight."

Brooke opened the door and Lucas rushed inside, this was the first time he had been inside Brooke's bedroom, after she moved out he wasn't allowed over to Rachel's apartment. The room screamed Brooke Davis, the bed linens were a red and black damask print. He noticed all the picture frames on her dressing table, he was certain there wouldn't be a picture of the two of them but it didn't stop him from checking. The last thing he noticed was the chair in the corner, "You didn't give away my chair, I'm surprised."

Brooke ran her arm along the worn black suede back. "I couldn't, I always loved this chair. I figured the best way to punish you would be to lie and told you I donated it." Brooke shrugged, "How many thrift stores did you check?"

"At least a dozen," Lucas sat is jacket down in the chair. He pressed his lips to Brooke's, "If Rachel isn't home we could just stay here." He pulled back and grinned devilishly.

"Nope broody, you promised me a trip to Myrtle Beach, we are going to Myrtle Beach." Brooke smiled. "Or you can just go home."

"No, Myrtle Beach it is. You can't blame a guy for trying right?" Lucas headed towards the door, "I'm going to get a glass of water, would you like one?"

"Yes," Brooke said from the closet. Lucas disappeared into the hallway and almost immediately afterwards Brooke heard his phone ring. Brooke poked her head out of the closet and searched for Lucas's phone in his jacket. She took out the phone and silenced the ringing. "Four missed calls, aren't you popular Mr. Scott." Brooke took the phone and sat down on the bed, the screen lit up and Brooke gasped at who the caller had been, ISOBEL Brooke tapped the phone a second time, "Locked," she said aloud. She closed her eyes and typed 0-3-0-4, her birthday and it opened. "So predictable Lucas," she said out loud as the welcome screen appeared. Brooke saw the four missed calls she noticed on the home screen and seven text messages. She couldn't help herself and she clicked on the message icon:

Luke, I went to the doctors today... Guess what it's a boy! Congrats daddy, I know you wanted a son. See you in a few days, Isobel.

Name ideas: Riley, Ripley, River... I'm really liking "R" names, what do you think.

Trever, Tanner, Bing, Bax, Larkin, Opie, Rafe

Atticus, Heathcliff, Cullen, Gulliver, Huckleberry, Tristan, Silas

So I haven't heard back from, work must be busy. Plus today was "D" day right. I'm so excited for us to start our lives.

I'm starting to get worried, why haven't you called yet?

If I don't hear from you soon I'm going to have to call your mother. Please call me. XOXO

Brooke dropped the phone on the floor and covered her mouth. "Oh my God, oh my God." Brooke began to tremble.

Lucas re-entered the bedroom and rushed to Brooke's side, "Brooke honey what's wrong?" He reached for her hand and she slapped him. "What was that for?"

"Get out of my house Lucas Eugene Scott." Brooke wiped the tears from her cheeks and picked up his phone. She shoved it against his chest and said, "Congratulations, it's a boy."

"Wait, wait, wait, Brooke I can explain. I was going to tell you." Brooke didn't turn as she headed out of the bedroom.

"When? When he was born?" He opened his mouth, but she silenced him with her hand, "Save it you bastard." Brooke turned and kept walking till she got to the door, "Get out."

Lucas wanted to fight, he knew if he could just get her to listen she would understand why he hadn't told her, "Brooke I-"

Brooke slapped him again, she started pounding on his chest, "Get out! Now!"

"Brooke," Lucas caught her arms, "I made a mistake, I'm sorry. We can get through this."

Brooke opened the front door, "No Lucas, we can't."

*10 Years Later*

"P. Sawyer you make the most beautiful bride." Brooke hugged one of her oldest friends, "You look absolutely stunning." Brooke gave Peyton a once over, her dress was a very pale shade of pink with an exaggerated sweethearts neckline. The organza overlay cinched and gathered at the waist and cascaded down the sheath of the dress. It was at that moment that Brooke noticed Peyton's choice of footwear, "Converse Peyton, really."

"Hey, they're pink, totally counts as acceptable wedding footwear." Peyton winked. "So did you see my groom?"

"I did, I checked on him before I headed in to see you. Jake looks incredibly dashing." Brooke smiled, thinking of how adorable they were going to look in photographs. Jake was wearing a custom navy suit with thin pale pink pin-stripping. His shirt matched the shade of Peyton's dress and Brooke had helped him decide against a tie.

"Was it weird seeing Lucas?" Peyton asked.

Brooke was about to answer when she noticed a second person's interest was peaked and listening for her answer. "No it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Do you know how he's doing Hales?"

"No, we don't see him much actually." Haley voiced smoothing her dress down. "After him and Isobel got married they moved to Charlotte to be closer to her family, I think. They come to Tree Hill about once a month, she doesn't normally come."

"I was happy to see they are still together, children thrive in a two parent house." Brooke smiled sadly, "He was in there too."

"Who?" Peyton asked.

"Lucas's son, what is his name again?" Brooke tried to shake off the nauseous feeling that still washed over her when she thought about Lucas's family. She had always envisioned growing old with Lucas, having children with Lucas, living life with Lucas. Some days it was still hard for her to believe that Lucas had a family with someone else.

"August Sebastian Scott," Haley smiled, "He just turned ten. It seems unreal."

Brooke laughed, "How could I forget? Lucas's little ASS." August or Auggie for short was tall for his age and reminded Brooke of Lucas. He had dirty blonde hair and deep cerulean blue eyes, the two times she had run into him since she arrived he was reading. Both times it was a different book.

"It's a wonderful name, the initials are just unfortunate." Haley answered, "Did you see her?"

"Nope and I plan to do my damnedest not to. I've gone this long avoiding her, a few more days should be easy." Brooke smirked.

"You moved across the country as soon as you found out, it shouldn't be hard to avoid her." Peyton volunteered. "How is everything in California?"

Brooke closed her eyes and wished she would wake up in her Santa Monica bungalow, "California is beautiful. I love my job, the studio is thinking about helping me launch my own line. People call often, inquiring about some of the outfits the characters wear weekly, so that's exciting. I've been dating a man named Julian for a little over a year, he's nice enough. I know he wants to take the next step and try living together, but I'm not in any hurry." Brooke paused, "I should be if I want a family though right? I'm almost 32."

"You still have plenty of time honey," Haley offered, "Tell us more about Julian."

"There isn't much to tell, he's a director on the television show I do the costuming for. He loves old movies, John Hughes movies, well... Any movie actually. He's loyal and he treats me like a princess." Brooke nodded. "He's funny and thoughtful and just perfect actually. I couldn't have found a better boyfriend without using some witchy voodoo magic and making my own."

"Then why are you having trouble committing?" Peyton asked.

"Because he isn't Lucas," Brooke frowned. "I am still so hurt by what he did, pathetic I know." Brooke adjusted her dress in the mirror, "I have spent years in therapy and nothing has changed, I think about him and I just get so angry." Brooke wiped away a few hot tears that rolled down her cheeks, "He broke us when his drinking got out of control. He knocked up some slut he had an affair with and when I see him my whole body aches. It isn't fair."

Peyton opened her mouth to answer when there was a knock at the door, "It's time ladies." The wedding coordinator said with a smile.

Peyton reached for Brooke's hand, "We will talk more later. I am so glad you are here, I know being around Lucas is hard for you and I appreciate that you came. Love you both so much. Let's get married!"

"You should be so proud of me Rach, I changed my flight. I'm going to go see Julian tonight." Brooke said into her phone as she headed to her gate. "It wasn't horrible seeing Lucas, I decided though that it's time to move on. Julian loves me, it's time for me to let him in and look forward. I'm tired of looking back."

"Now boarding flight 7729 to London. Flight 7729 to London." The receptionist said at the counter. Brooke said her goodbyes and walked to the kiosk and handed the woman her boarding pass. "Have a safe flight Ms. Davis."

"Thank you," Brooke smiled. She headed through the gate and was pleasantly surprised to see that her flight was mostly empty, "Thank God for red eyes." She sat her bag down in her assigned seat and removed a pair of jean leggings, a loose tunic style blouse and suede moccasins. She headed to the restroom and closed the door. A few minutes later she exited the restrooms and returned to her seat. She pulled out a pair of headphones and a face mask and reclined her seat slightly. She exhaled and waited for take off, she had decided to change her ticket back home to Los Angeles to a red eye flight to London to surprise Julian on the set of his first movie. 'He really is a great guy,' she thought, 'He deserves for me to at least make the attempt and if it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out.' She made sure her headphones were plugged into the jack on the side of her seat, she set the station to classical, fastened her seat belt and drifted to sleep.

Brooke was awoken by some rough turbulence. The flight attendant who had checked her ticket got on the intercom, "Everyone please remain calm, the captain has engaged the fasten your seat belt sign. Please remain seated, the turbulence should subside shortly." Brooke's eyes fixed on hers as she watched her take her seat and hurriedly fastened her own seat belt.

Seconds later a loud beep started to sound throughout the cabin, the oxygen masks fell from the ceiling and the captain spoke, "We seem to have briefly lost cabin pressure, please remain calm and engage your oxygen mask before assisting others." Brooke continued to hear the static on over the captain's intercom. 'We're going to crash,' she thought to herself. The airplane dipped hard to the right, Brooke reached up and grabbed her oxygen mask. She took a deep breath and braced herself for the crash she felt was coming any minute. She looked down at her wristwatch, "One minute... Two minutes... Three minutes... Four minutes," the plane quickly nose dived and when the plane didn't re-correct she pressed her hands against the seat in front of her, closed her eyes and said the first thing that came to her mind, "I love you Lucas."

A few seconds later the plane crashed into the ocean, because the captain tirelessly tried to re-correct the impact wasn't as severe as Brooke had imagined it would be. Brooke sprang from her seat and ran to the emergency doors, a few men were already trying to pull them open. Brooke looked around at the trauma around her, she knew it was only a matter of time before the plane sang deep into the Atlantic Ocean, "Is anyone getting a signal?" Brooke demanded. Brooke saw two hands go up a few rows behind her, "Great, try to make an outgoing call. Are there any doctors on board?" Three more hands went up, "Are you injured? If not can you check for injuries." Brooke felt dizzy, the man beside her told her to sit down, "Why?" she asked.

"You're bleeding." The unnamed man tore off the sleeve of his shirt and wrapped it around Brooke's head.

"My phone is saying all circuits are busy." A voice called out behind them.

"Mine too," A second voice responded.

Brooke stood up, "Thank you." She braced herself, "Someone needs to go check on the cockpit. Keep working on that door." Brooke and a second woman ran to the front of the aircraft and heard a crack, "The plane is fractured underneath us. We have to get out of here, or we're all going to die." Brooke looked in front of her and saw the bodies of the three flight attendants in a heap crumpled to the floor. She got to the cockpit and started banging on the door, "Is there anyone alive in there?"

"Hey we got the door open." The man who scarified his shirt said.

Brooke walked back towards the rear of the plane, 'or what is left of it' she thought, "Everyone grab your carry on bags, lets try to find the in flight medical kit. It's time to get out of here." Brooke was counting moving people, she counted eleven survivors. "Does anyone have a waterproof bag? We should empty it and put all the electronics in it to keep them dry."

"We're just going to wade out into the middle of the ocean?" The woman who had headed with her to the cockpit asked with a thick Spanish accent.

"No," the man at the exit door said, "We have a raft, we're going to look for a radio, someone will come looking for us."

"We need to get out of this plane before it sinks." Brooke added.

"My name is Joseph," the man grabbed Brooke's hand, "You might have a concussion."

Brooke nodded, "I'll worry about that when we get out of here."

"I found a flood light, will this be useful?" Someone said from the back row.

"Yes," Joseph said, "I'll go out first." Joseph walked to the open door and took the bagged raft and opened it outside the plane, he put his foot down in the water, "Shit."

"What is it?" Brooke asked, trying to steady herself again.

"It isn't very deep, maybe five feet." Joseph pressed his head against the plane, "We're lucky we aren't dead."

Brooke crossed in front of him and checked for herself. She shined the light in front of them and saw land. "Thank you Jesus." She turned back to everyone, "This doesn't mean we should stay on the plane, everyone that's injured raise your hand, three of the eleven had an injury. "If you can move, please stand up, we're going to get you to safety first."

Joseph grabbed her hand, "Let's start with you captain, you need to sit down before you faint." Joseph pulled Brooke out of the open door and carried her to the shore. "Stay here with the flashlight. You can be the beacon."

"Thank you." Brooke smiled, she shined the light on Joseph as he walked the twenty feet back to the plane, "We are lucky to be alive." Brooke watched as more people exited the plane, "Keep checking your phones, in an hour we're going to turn them off." She got a few confused looks, "Conserve the power."

Brooke heard a scream from the plane, a woman came running out, "A dead guy just woke up and touched me! What does that mean, is he a zombie? Someone needs to kill him." Brooke watched as Joseph and two other men restrained the wailing woman.

Brooke stood up and headed back to the plane, she stepped inside, "Hello?" Brooke heard a low moaning from the front of the plane, "Hello?" Brooke checked three isles before she found the person belonging to the voice, "Oh my God! Lucas! Joseph help me!" Brooke screamed and climbed over the few seats that separated them. She noticed the piece of metal sticking out of his shoulder. "Lucas look at me it's going to be alright." Brooke felt cold, her pulse was racing, she turned when she heard Joseph speaking but she couldn't make out what he was saying, she blinked her eyes and the plane went dark.

So what do you think? A quick thank you again to Diane.. This story has been so fun to write. Hope you all like it as much as I do.

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