An Unexpected Turn

AN: I do not own these characters. They belong to the writers of "OLTL'S" Writing team. This work of fiction is just means of entertainment.

Chapter One

Natalie was sitting at the bar looking at the clock. It was fifteen minutes past midnight and still no John. He was supposed to be here. She had left it all out in the open in the letter she left for him. She still loved him and she knew that somewhere deep down, he still loved her as well. He had to, she wasn't wrong about him, was she? She knew that he was still in a relationship with Marty and that it was wrong to leave him that letter so soon after Marty's miscarriage, but she couldn't leave for London without telling John how she felt, and she couldn't stay here any longer and watch John and Marty from afar.

The minutes continued to tick away as Natalie poured herself another shot of Vodka. She downed the last shot for courage and then headed out the door. If John Mcbain wasn't going to come to her, then she was going to go to him. He was the one that had initiated those hot passionate kisses that they shared, she wasn't imagining things. She knew that he loved her. Natalie told herself that he was probably delayed by a case so she went to John's office.

The door of his office was open and Natalie could see John and Marty inside. They were wrapped up in each other's arms kissing and she saw her letter laying on John's desk. It was obvious to Natalie that John had read her letter. Natalie couldn't believe it, she had lost him. She had always believed that her future with John was hers for the taking. How wrong she was. She had been a fool to believe that John felt anything more than pity for her. Natalie ran out of the police station without letting John know that she was there.

She had planned on going straight to the airport and getting on the next flight to London, but she couldn't leave without saying goodbye to Brody. Brody had been her closest confidante during this ordeal with John and she needed to see him, she needed to let him know how much his friendship had meant to her just in case they never saw each other again.

Brody, like Natalie, had a terrible night where his last remaining hopes and dreams of his future with Jessica had been crushed. He had pushed her to hard, he thought that if Jessica was faced with what her bastard of a father had done to her then her memories would instantly come back to her, but he had been wrong. Jessica didn't believe him, and she couldn't remember him. She still thought that she was seventeen and she was still hung up on her old high school crush Christian Vega. How could he compete with Christian when Jessica didn't even want to remember her old life with him? He poured the Jack Daniels down his throat hoping that he too could forget that he had ever loved Jessica Buchanon. There was a knock on the door and for a second Brody had hoped that it was Jessica, but instead it was her sister Natalie. For Brody, Natalie was the next best thing to Jessica. If anyone would understand his pain it would be his fiery companion that had become his best friend.

"Come in Natalie. What's wrong you've been crying?" Brody asked as Natalie walked into his hotel room.

Natalie took off her coat and threw it across the room and sat down on Brody's bed. "John chose Marty. It was so hard for me to open my heat to anyone after what happened to Jared, but I did. I told John that I loved him and he chose Marty over me anyways. He didn't show up to Rodi's, I just sat there like the idiot I am."

"Maybe he was just delayed."

"That what I thought, so I went to his office, and I saw them. They were kissing; my heartfelt words meant nothing to him. How could he choose Marty over me?"

"I don't know," Brody said wishing that he could take Natalie's pain away at least for one night. He went and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels off of the night stand and sat down next to Natalie offering her a drink.

Natalie took it, and then she turned to Brody, "Enough about me. How was your date with Jessica?"

"It didn't go well. She saw Christian proposing to Layla, so she ran off upset. I went to go see how she was doing, but I just made things worse."

"How?"

"I told her what her father attempted to do to her?"

"What was her reaction?"

"She didn't believe me. I've lost Jessica for good. She's not going to remember me. She doesn't love me not anymore. I've lost everything, but at least I still have you."

"Not for long, I came here to say goodbye to you. I'm going to London, there's no future here for me."

"You can't leave me too. I can't imagine my life without you," Brody said as he leaned over and gave Natalie a kiss. Natalie got lost in the moment, the kiss felt so natural, so right. Brody pulled away, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that."

"Don't be sorry, I need you too." Natalie said as she leaned in giving Brody another kiss. They fell backwards onto the bed in each other's arms. Natalie sat up "are you sure you want to do this?"

"Oh yeah, I'm sure. Do you want to back out?"

"No, there's no where else I'd rather be at the moment." Natalie said as she started to pull Brody's shirt off. Brody flung the shirt across the room and it landed on the floor besides Natalie's jacket.

She took off her shirt and layed down on the bed. Brody grazed her stomach, "You're so beautiful. John's a fool."

"Enough about John, tonight's just about you and me." Natalie said as she leaned over and unbuttoned his pants. "I want you. I need you. "Brody obliged and finished taking his pants off and then he took Natalie to places she had never been before.

Brody had caught her off guard. He had made her feel so loved and so cherished. She had always felt like an outsider looking in, never quite comfortable in her own skin, but tonight with Brody, she no longer felt that way. Tonight was just supposed to be about comfort, nothing else, he was still in love with Jessica and she was still in love with John, but Natalie was surprised by the emotions that had swept over her. She had lost Jared and now John, she couldn't lose Brody too. Before he had just been her great friend, but now things were just different. Should she leave for London or should she stay here and pursue a relationship with Brody. She didn't know what the right thing to do was anymore all she knew was that the first time in a long time she felt comfortable and at peace with herself. She cuddled up close to Brody and pulled the blankets over them. Tomorrow would come soon enough and then she would have to decide whether or not she would leave or stay.