Disclaimer: I do not won the sitcom 'reba' nor should I 8)

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Reba heard a familiar voice just over the music beginning to play... "May I have this dance?"

She looked up to see Brock's pleading eyes and sighed... "Brock," she said in an affectionate tone. "You have been trying to get me to dance all night. Too bad you weren't this motivated when we were going through therapy." A smirk formed on Reba's face. Even in the most wonderful ambiance she couldn't help but ridicule her ex husband.

Brock's sweet smile turned into an aching frown at the dig. "Well, I told you already, I thought there was no way you would take me back... Considering the situation... In it's entirety." Longing for his ex wife back, his mouth opened, "Reba..."

Becoming agitated, Reba somehow still spoke with a hint of affection, "What is it Brock?"

"...I just want one dance please, just one. I promise I will leave you alone for the rest of the night... Please?" His eyes glistened in the light as Reba lifted her head. Their blue eyes locked and the feelings started flowing through Brock's veins again. Seven years after the divorce, and she still did it to him. No matter how harsh she was to him he always melted when her eyes locked with his. It was hard not to show the overwhelming emotions he held deep inside seeing how the few glasses of J&B were now also flowing through the same veins.

Reba didn't know if it was her drinks making her feel bad for Brock or if she herself was actually beginning to pity him. She found herself gazing into his eyes searching for something. Not understanding why she was feeling this way nor know what she was trying to find she smiled softly. "One dance, then I have to call a cab."

"We'll see," Brock mumbled softly to himself happy that she finally accepted his offer.

He held out his hand and gently helped Reba out of her chair. She looked up at him and noticed something in his eyes, some kind of feeling she had not seen in quite some time. Realizing they were just staring at each other, Reba decided to make the first move toward the dance floor. Accidentally brushing lightly against Brock's chest, Reba walked by him. He couldn't resist standing there for a minute to watch her float across the room to their destination. His eyes watched her every move and traveled the length of her body. Kicking himself for letting such a beautiful woman, inside and out, slip through his fingers and completely ruin everything, he caught up beside her. He placed his right hand on her hip and felt a slight shudder. He smiled inside but his face showed no emotion when Reba quickly glanced at him through the corner of her eye to see if he noticed. Sighing softly to herself as more of a relief than anything she turned to face her ex husband.

Brock found himself standing there taking in his ex wife's beauty once again. The music began again and they gracefully glided around the dance floor. Reba could feel the gap between them closing and soon felt her head resting gently on her ex husband's shoulder. Quite some time passed before she finally raised her head and opened her eyes to find Brock smiling down at her, like he would when they were first dating. A warm feeling consumed Reba which formed an angelic smile on her face.

Her eyes were sparkling with memories of the past when it hit her... That was the past... Those days are long behind them now... They have both moved on... A wonderful relationship and friendship was torn apart seven years ago... They are divorced now...

She could feel tears trying to escape her eyes and did her best to hold them back. At that moment she started to kick herself... Why was she feeling this way? Blaming the drinks for her sudden emotions, she sighed heavily while one lonely tear broke through the barrier and traveled down her cheek.

"Brock, I need to call a cab." Her voice was cracking. "It is late and I need to sleep some of this liquor off." It sounded better in her head than it did flowing out of her mouth.

She started shaking and Brock gave her a concerned look. "No, I am not lettin' you go in a cab like this. I will drive you."

"Brock, go home to your wife." She waved her hands for him to leave her alone.

"Reba, listen, please... I don't want someone taking advantage of you. I will never be able to forgive or forget if someone did. I don't want you being hurt again."

"So this is more of a 'keep Brock's conscience clear' thing."

She started walking toward the exit when Brock grabbed her arm. "No, this is a 'don't mess up and hurt your best friend again' thing. Reba, you know you are my best friend, while I may not be yours, you are mine. Plus I don't have enough cash for the cab."

"Fine, but if you even start to sing All My Ex's Live In Tex-."

"I won't." Brock cut her off with a slight smirk on his face.

Reba returned a quick smile before excusing herself. She walked into the ladies room and turned to face the mirror. Staring at her reflection she began washing her hands.

"A nice gesture on his part," Reba began to think sarcastically aloud. "Too cheap to pay for a cab... I could have, but his self conscience got in the way. 'I don't want someone taking advantage of you' " Mocking her ex husband's exact words she chuckled to herself. "Why would he be so concerned about me now? Too many years have passed..." Her voice trailed off when she noticed the door opening.

She smiled at the elderly woman who entered and finished washing her hands.

Feeling a bit flushed she found Brock waiting outside the ladies room. "It is chilly out, you may wanna put this on." There he stood holding his jacket open for her to wear.

"Brock, no. You know I can't-"

"Reba, it is cold out. Please at least put it on your shoulders." Brock's words never sounded so sincere. "Please, Reba."

"Fine," Reba replied in a sigh. "If it will get you to shut up. Now let's get goin'."

The ride home was long and silent.

Reba stepped out of the vehicle as Brock reached his hand out for her once again. Smiling she put her hand in his and welcomed the walk to her door.

"I can't believe Cheyenne and Van left so early. I mean it was their party," Brock said softly breaking the silence.

"Well, Cheyenne is pregnant and Van did down a full bottle of Whiskey... What I can't believe is Kyra calling Barbara Jean to make her come home because she was bored and wanted to go out." Reba let out a long sigh at the end of her statement. She never fully understood what was going on in that teenager's mind.

"I was waiting for it. She has been asking for us to get another babysitter for Henry and even offered to pay for half so she can go out."

They both chuckled and Reba decided it was time to head in the house. "Thank you for everything, Brock. You have been more than helpful tonight."

"You're welcome, Reba." Brock pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her.

At first resisting the hug Reba soon found herself returning it. Her arms clasped around his neck and she felt her body arch to meet his. Startled by the actions her body took without hesitation, she released her grip and let her arms slowly fall to her side.

"I should really go inside. I need some rest before Jake gets home."

"Ok," Brock's words were filled with anguish. "I had a great time, sweet heart." Brock leaned down and gave Reba an agile kiss on her cheek.

"Good night, Brock." Reba slipped into the house and closed the door behind her.

"Good night," Brock whispered to the closed door in front of him. He turned slowly and began walking back toward his vehicle, though he couldn't help but to take a peak through the living room window. One last glance at his ex wife's beauty before heading home to his soon-to-be, yet, another ex wife.