Author's Note: This is an AU/continuation of 5x05 with Brooke and Lucas. No idea how long it will go on, just something that came to me. It could be a one shot or more, you tell me!

"Or you could stay…."

And just like that she feels herself falling into him, her eyes closing, their lips colliding. Thoughts race through her head, and she feels herself panic and back away.

"I think that might be the second stupidest thing you've done in the past 24 hours."

He just stares at her, a somber and sad look in his eyes.

"Luke we're not in high school anymore, and I love Peyton, and even if you don't want to admit it right now so do you."

Her heart sinks a little in her chest as it starts to slow down.

"Okay?" she says, swallowing and starting at the ground.

"Are you okay?" she hears Lucas saying. "Brooke?"

Brooke opens her eyes, taking in the brightness of the morning before her eyes adjust to her surroundings.

"Brooke?"

Brooke swings her head towards the direction of his voice. She sees him lying next to her, shirtless with a smile.

"Good morning," he says grinning, putting his hand up and brushing some hair out of her face.

She starts to grin before looking behind him at the hotel room, the door she was supposed to have walked out last night.

"Oh my God," she says, jolting up in bed. "Oh dear God." She gathers some covers around her and starts getting out of bed before she feels his grip on her arm.

"Just wait."

She pulls herself free of his grasp and turns to face him. Rage boils in her veins. "How dare you."

"Brooke…."

"No, what is wrong with you?"

"Apparently a lot," Lucas says, sitting up with a concerned look.

"This was not supposed to happen. I was supposed to be the mature one. The one to say this isn't right and walk out the door. What the hell happened?"

*flashback*

"Or you could stay…."

He doesn't hesitate to grab her arm and pull her in. Surprisingly, she doesn't resist. He feels her warm lips against his and everything feels okay for just a moment, and then those lips are gone.

Brooke is standing back, her hand still in his, staring him down with a look of confusion in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," he says, looking down at the floor.

A moment later he feels her hand lift his chin up and press her lips to his with intensity.

They part again, her eyes questioning. "I'm sorry." She starts to turn but he grabs her arm and pulls her back in. This time she gives in as they fall back on the bed.

*End flashback*

Brooke closes her eyes, the memory washing over her.

"It was you and me, it was just, us," Lucas says quietly.

Brooke opens her eyes to meet his. "I'm sorry Lucas."

"Careful, that's what you said last night and you see how that ended."

Brooke grins sadly to herself. "Please, just," she hesitates, unsure of what to do. "What was this?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well it can't be anything. It's not anything."

"Why not?"

"For so many reasons…."

"List a few. I've got time."

"How about we start with my best friend Peyton, you know, the girl you just proposed to?" Brooke feels blood starting to boil again. "I will not be your rebound Lucas."

"You never were."

"Really? Because if I recall, our junior year you just hooked up with me because Peyton rejected you. Sound familiar at all?"

"It's not the same."

"What was I thinking," Brooke whispers to herself.

"Look Brooke, maybe last night wasn't exactly ideal timing, but that doesn't mean…"

"Your damn right it's not ideal timing! How am I going to tell her Luke?"

"You don't have to alone."

Brooke groans. "She's probably expecting this from you, but me….what was I thinking?"

There's a moment of silence. "What were you thinking?"

Brooke examines his face tensing up. "I was thinking, I guess I wasn't really thinking at all. I was just doing what felt right."

Lucas grins.

"Don't give me that look. Do you know how wrong this is?"

His smile fades a little. "Sort of."

"Your turn writer boy. What could you have possibly been thinking?"

He chuckles a little. "I was thinking….maybe it was for the best. Everything happens for a reason right? This brought me to you, and maybe there's a reason for that."

Brooke starts to feel the emotion rush over her, then looks away from his gaze and starts to get dressed just as fast.

"Don't go Brooke."

Brooke gathers her things and stands by the door. "Do you remember the state championship game?"

"Of course."

"Do you remember when I told you it was okay, to go on to Peyton?"

"Yes…"

"And you did. You made your choice in that moment and so did I."

Lucas watches her intently.

"I don't regret one second of one moment we've had together Luke. You have changed me, you've changed my life. But I can't do this to her, or to me."

"Brooke…."

"Bye Lucas," Brooke says, turning and rushing out the door.

Lucas lies in bed, staring at the closed door.

Brooke runs down the hall to the elevator, trying to hold it together.

"Taxi!" she yells once outside the hotel, wanting to be anywhere but here.

Lucas continues to stare at the door before jumping up out of bed and sprinting down the hall.

Brooke takes a seat in the taxi, shutting the door as she sees a figure running towards her out of the corner of her eye. It's Lucas, in his boxers, running for her cab.

She wants to laugh as they pull out and begin to drive away, but instead she simply puts her hand on the cab window and lets a tear fall as he disappears out of sight.

She places one hand on top of the other, pondering her next move and letting the tears fall as she notices she still has his ring on.