One Shot Fan Fiction

This story is a new ending to the scene between Rayna and Deacon in season 2 episode 12, Just for What I Am. What would have happened if Megan never came home?

I sat out in my car for at least 30 minutes convincing myself this was a good idea. We've always been friends and writing partners before anything else. I need a single for this album. I need this album to succeed. I've bet everything on this album, and every part of me knows that he is what is missing. He is what is going to complete this album. It isn't a lie when I tell interviewers, fans, really anyone that asks, there would be no Rayna Jaymes without Deacon Claybourne. For better or for worse we write beautiful music together. And with that final thought I've convinced myself to get out of my car. I grab my purse and notepad and head to the front door.

I knock on the door and hear him yell come in so I push the door open. I feel weird just letting myself into this house. This house is truly his because we never lived here together. I never decorated this house with little hints of each of us and I never got to share that bed with him more then a handful of times. Of course I've been over here more times then I care to admit but I always felt like this house was his space he created without me.

"Deacon, Hello?"

"Hey Ray! I'm just cleanin up the kitchen. Make yourself at home."

"Ok."

I set my note pad down on the coffee table and looked at his couch. The very couch not too long ago I sat in only his flannel cuddled up next to him singing one of our favorite songs. I was so happy in that moment, happier then I'd been in years, until he brought up wanting a family of our own. Then the guilt came back and the realization of everything that happened. I snap out of it and took a seat and pulled out my phone to go through emails.

"Sorry about that Ray I made breakfast and didn't want to leave everything just sitting around."

He grabs his guitar from the corner and sits on the other end of the couch.

"Don't worry about it. You ready to write a hit?"

He chuckles a little and that beautiful grin comes out. God that grin got me to do things I never even imagined.

"If our track record is any indication I think we got a shot."

"Good because I have literally bet my house on this album and I think all it needs is a little Deacon Claybourne magic."

He laughs and rubs his facial hair. "Deacon Claybourne magic...I think I like the sound of that."

I laugh a little and run my fingers through the front part of my hair. I pull the demo out of my purse and give it to him.

"I am very proud of this album. I've worked very hard on it and I think it speaks to everything I've been through this past year. When you get a chance I want you to listen to it and give me your honest opinion. You know me better than anyone and your opinion matters more to me than anyone else. With that being said I think the single we write needs to be a little bit more of an upbeat flirty tempo to really capture my fans attention."

He grabs the album from my hands and briefly touches my fingers. It sends a jolt of electricity through me and I hold my breath hoping he doesn't notice.

"I'm sure its amazing Ray. Anything you do is amazing." he sets the demo down on the table. "So should we get started?"

"Yeah!"

We'd been writing and playing around with different melodies for about 2 hours when I heard his stomach growl.

"Of course you're hungry"

"Hey now we've been at this for a few hours can't blame a guy for workin up an appetite."

I laugh a little and pull out my phone.

"Pizza?"

"Mhmmm pizza sounds good Ray."

I order pepperoni with sausage pizza, his favorite, and it shows up about 20 minutes later. I push the coffee table forward and sit on the floor and he joins me.

"Mhnmmm this is more I like it." Is all he can manage to get out as grease from his pizza runs down his chin.

I can't help but laugh at how adorable he looks at that exact moment.

I hand him a napkin as I say "I don't know how you think you're going to play guitar with those greasy fingers."

He wipes his mouth with the napkin and says,

"Look if I can play a guitar solo while I eat a triple decker cheese burger"

"Oh the famous triple decker cheese burger that inspired Here I Go Again."

"You're damn right! Which by the way we wrote right here on this floor."

I keep my head down and continue scribbling lyrics to keep my eyes off of him.

"Yes we did."

"Like so many others."

"mhmmmm" was all I could manage to say as all of our old writing memories came flooding back.

"Baby I Don't Mind, I Shouldn't Love You, Take A Walk"

I keep writing as he talks but then it occurs to me.

"We didn't write I Shouldn't Love You on this floor."

"Yeah we did."

I look up at him with this trust me I know we didn't write it on this floor look

"No we didn't!"

Still chewing on his damn pizza slice he chuckles and says,

"Rayna we did."

I pull my gaze from him and look up at the ceiling rolling my eyes "No we didn't."

"Ok. Fine. Where'd we write it?"

I just look at him and give him a second to think about what he just asked me. Pursing my lips together with a hint of annoyance.

"Oh."

I throw my pen at him and change the subject.

"You know that riff you were playing earlier? Try that lyric to it"

He sits back on the couch grabs his guitar and says, "Ok."

I can't help but look back up at him with this knowing wanting gaze.

I Shouldn't Love You is by far one of our more personal and emotional songs that just blew up. Writing that song hurt more than any of the others because at that time we weren't together. Everything that went down between us was so raw and fresh that the lyrics were so powerful and real. They were our truest emotions and feelings at that point in our relationship and they turned into a beautiful song. And if I'm honest with myself it is still to this day the hardest song to sing all the way through without breaking down. And what happened after we finished writing it is just another chapter of the constant magnetic pull we have towards each other that took years to figure out how to control.

It was maybe an hour later and we had everything written down on paper.

"Alright you ready to run it through?"

"Yeah."

"Well you know how it goes when you meet somebody that you like somebody wanna hold somebody. But just can't stand to think about somebody as another somebody becoming someone else. When it all goes to hell. Why can't we keep it on the sweet side? See how it feels to take a slow ride. This time. Wouldn't it be nice just to find somebody. That you like somebody wanna hold somebody and you didn't have to worry about losing somebody cause you pushed somebody a little too hard to fast. I could use some of that. I wanna get back on the sweet side. I wanna get back on that slow ride. Want every kiss to give me butterflies. See that old baby come here look in your eyes. This time. This time.

We both laugh.

"Wow uh… that felt like yesterday."

I chuckle. "Yeah."

I lean in a little closer not knowing it.

How does every song that I don't even mean to be about him some how correlate back to him? How do all the feelings I think I buried come rushing back to the surface when he gives me that look?

He coughs and moves his guitar away from him and says, "It's a good song Ray." Avoiding all eye contact with me.

"It's a great song, Thank you for writing it with me." I place my hand on his leg as a thank you and he freezes. I can feel his leg tense up under my fingers and I immediately pull my hand back.

"Uh I'll help you clean all of this up then I'll get out of your hair. I have to get ready for that party tonight anyways."

I get off the couch and start putting all of our trash into the pizza box and head to the kitchen. He still has yet to move or even say one word.

I'm at the sink turning on the faucet to wash my hands. Then I can suddenly sense him. He's right behind me, his body barely brushing up against mine. I can feel his warm slow breathe but I hear his heart beating at a much faster rate. His body's reactions are causing my body to react just as intensely. I turn the water off and reach for the towel to my right to dry off my hands. I turn around and there he is standing in front of me with that look in his eye. That look I've seen so many times before. He's fighting everything inside of him to not have his way with me right here in this kitchen. Without thinking I place my right hand on the left cheek and move my fingers ever so softly. He closes his eyes and without hesitation I move closer and place my lips gently on his. Our kiss is slow and filled with longing but then he turns us and pushes my body up against the island. My hands now in his hair pulling him as close to me as possible. I feel his hand pulling my waist up against his pelvis. He's already so hard and ready for me. God I've missed him.

I wake up not recognizing where I am but then I feel an arm around my waist and it all comes back like a dream. Starting with him lifting me on top of the island, me unbuttoning his flannel wanting his skin on mine. Him carrying me with ease into his bedroom, his lips all over every inch of my body, I blush as I run my fingers over my swollen lips. I look over to the clock on the nightstand. Shit I only have two hours before I have to be at that party. I lift Deacon's arm and sneak my way out of his bed. I gather all of my clothes and head to the bathroom to make myself presentable. I look in the mirror and laugh because my hair is a hot mess. He always manages to mess my hair up without a second thought. I manage to make myself look some what presentable and head back into the bedroom. He's stretched his body out across the entire bed in the 10 minutes I'd been in the bathroom. I grab a blanket we managed to through off at some point and lay it on top of him and push his hair out of his eyes. I know I need to and go Buck is going to kill me if I am late to this party. I decide to leave a note and leave his house as quietly as I can.

Getting ready for this party was a total blur all I can think about was my day with Deacon. We wrote an unbelievable song that is really going to complete this album. All day long all our old memories kept coming back up. What happened after we finished the song. The whole day from waking up with anxiety about writing with him again to this very moment is just being played over and over again in my head.

What did it all mean?

What about Luke, Megan?

Was this just a one time thing?

Did he regret it? Did I?

Suddenly I hear my name.

"Rayna! Rayna, I've been talking to you for 10 minutes. Have you heard anything I just said?"

"I'm so sorry Buck. My head is just in so many different places."

"Rayna I need you to focus. This party is a good opportunity to spread the word about Highway 65. Scarlett is also going to be there and you need to introduce her to people and getting people excited about her music."

"I know I know Buck I'm sorry. I just need a minute."

He walks out of my room followed by my hair and make up people and I do my best to push all of my thoughts about today out of my head. Buck was right I had to focus, and put my Queen of Country face on.

We arrive and the party is in full swing. People instantly gravitate towards me and I do my best to hide everything with a smile. I see Luke out of the corner of my eye motioning me to meet him. I nod because best not to make a scene.

"Well darling you look absolutely beautiful."

He goes in for a kiss but I dodge him.

"Is something wrong Rayna?"

I shake my head and take his hands.

"No, no nothings wrong I just have a lot of lipstick on and don't want to get it on you."

"Well Ray I don't care." and he comes at me again. It instantly agitates me that he called me Ray. No one calls me Ray except for Deacon.

"Well I do. We aren't a public couple yet and there are cameras everywhere. I would prefer to keep it that way for now. And Luke please don't call me that."

He lets go of my hands and gives me a look of anger.

"Look Rayna I'm ready to go public with this thing. I like you, and I know you like me screw the cameras. I don't care. How about you call me when you are ready!"

He walks away and I know tonight is going to be a long one.

I head back to the party and my heart instantly drops to the floor. There he is, at the entrance looking handsome as ever. What was he doing here? I don't remember him mentioning coming tonight.

I head to the bar before he even notices me. I'm on my third glass of champagne when Scarlett comes up behind me.

"Rayna!"

"Scarlett! You look absolutely beautiful!"

She blushes a little

"Thank you. I'm exhausted but Bucky said I need to make an appearance so here I am. I dragged Uncle Deacon along with me but I don't know where he's disappeared to."

"Oh I'm sure I'll see him eventually, it's a small party." I try to hide the terrified feeling that came along with that sentence. There are so many unanswered questions that I am not entirely in the mood to get the answers to tonight.

"Let's go introduce you to some people."

I leave Scarlett to talk and stand on her own. The girl is so much like her uncle in hating these kinds of thing but it's a necessary part of the job. Unlike Deacon she doesn't have someone like me to do it all for her.

I head straight to the bar. I go for the whiskey, champagne just ain't cutting it anymore.

Bucky comes up to me.

"Hey Rayna, you ready to go on stage?"

"What!?"

"Did you forget you are performing tonight with Luke?"

"Bucky I can not perform tonight. I've drank so much whiskey no way I remember the lyrics. You have to get me out of it. Please Buck."

"I'll see what I can do Rayna but you're the one that is going to have to deal with Luke."

Before he leaves I grab his arm and pull him closer to me so I can whisper to him.

"Have you seen Deacon?"

"I saw him going to the back."

"Ok thanks."

I decide since I have a little liquid courage I would go try and find him.

I do my best to compose myself but I definitely can't handle whiskey the way I use to. I hear a guitars light strumming and I follow the sound knowing he would be the only one to leave a party to be alone.

His back is facing me so I walk up and sit opposite of him.

"Hey Ray."

"Hi Deacon. You enjoying the party?" with a chuckle

"Now I am." with his seductive grin.

I chuckle a little. "Why'd you really come tonight Deacon?"

He drops his head down and takes off his guitar. He rubs his face with his hands. He then takes my hands and looks directly into my eyes.

"I came for you Ray. You are the love my life and you always have been. Today, writing that song I realized our lives are completely connected. The music we make apart is great, your album is going to be one of your best. But when we collaborate and make it together it's unbelievably beautiful. and that is the perfect definition of our relationship. Apart we are ordinary but together we are extraordinary. We can do this Ray. It's Maddie, and Daphne, and you and me."

I kiss him with tears running down my face.

"I love you too." and kiss him again.