AN: Hello everyone! So after much thought and consideration, I finally decided to write a sequel to All Fall Down. There were many of you who wanted to read a follow up to the story and I had been adamant about doing so because I thought the ending was great. I wanted the readers to decide for themselves what they thought happened. However, I have changed my mind and I think all of you will enjoy the sequel. At first I thought about making it all one story but I've decided to break it up into two parts. So here you go! I hope you like it and will review!! Thanks so much!

Wherever You Will Go

"People who are meant to be together always find their way in the end." A seventeen year old Brooke Davis said as she held onto Lucas Scott's hand in the deserted streets of Tree Hill. She looked into his eyes and Lucas felt as though she could see right through his soul. He kissed her, tenderly, while his hands moved to caress her soft brunette locks. He then moved slightly, just enough to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. A shiver moved down Brooke's spine as she held onto Lucas. The way his hot breath felt against her cold skin was something she would never forget. In just that one moment, Brooke Davis had never felt more alive.

"I love you Brooke Davis. You're mine forever." And just like that Lucas Scott would forever hold Brooke's heart.

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Brooke and Lucas: two people, two souls that have endured a lifetime of pain and love. They've been through a lot together but what never failed was the hope the two had for each other. Living in a small town can open your eyes to big things, Brooke and Lucas had just that, big things. Brooke had a successful fashion line while Lucas was establishing himself as the next great American author. They had everything they ever wished for, everything except each other.

New York, it's a city full of possibilities and the unexpected; a city where dreams come true and miracles happen; a city where love can be found again and all your aspirations can be won, a city full of wonder and excitement; a city that would reunite Brooke and Lucas and set their love on fire yet again; only this time the flame would stay lit and it would burn for much more than moment, for true love never really burns out.

A small café, remarkably similar to Karen's café, on 22nd and Madison was the place Brooke had told Lucas to meet her earlier that day. So now, here she was sitting outside the entrance way at one of the V.I.P. tables waiting for the only boy she ever loved to arrive. To say she was a bundle of nerves was an understatement. She thought of Lucas from time to time, oh who she kidding, he was all she thought about. His presence in her life had been nonexistent for the past four years but she found she could visit with him whenever she wanted, all she had to do was go home and take An Unkindness of Ravens off the top shelf of her book case and read the pages of his book, pages that were filled with memories of the two of them. His book was basically a love letter to her and every time she read it, which she found herself doing over and over, she was seventeen again and more in love with Lucas Scott than ever. His words were beautiful and honest. Lucas had always been afraid of that, being honest, but somehow he found solace in writing and stayed true to every word he wrote. She missed him, god did she ever. High school was such a long time ago but what happened back then was still very much alive in her, at least the feelings she felt towards Lucas Scott were. Everything else didn't matter. All the pettiness and jealousy had gone astray. They had grown up, all of them. It was time to move on, but to where or with whom be the question.

"Well well if it isn't Brooke Davis, high end fashion designer of Clothes over Bros." Lucas spoke as he approached their table, his face beaming with pride and pure joy to be in Brooke's company again. That's all he ever wanted, Brooke.

"Lucas Scott, best-selling author and varsity basketball coach of the Tree Hill Ravens, who would of thought?" Brooke stood up and gave Lucas a hug, both of them holding onto much more than the other thought to realize.

"You did. Don't you remember?" Lucas asked when he noticed the confused look Brooke had sketched upon her face.

"Oh, that's right I did." Brooke said smiling her sweet dimpled smile. "I'm so proud of you Lucas. You've done really well for yourself…" Brooke trails off as she goes to sit back down in her chair. Lucas follows suit.

"I don't know about that."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure really. You ever wonder what our lives would be like if you and I had gotten things right the first time?"

Brooke looked at Lucas and what she saw surprised her. His eyes were different, wiser but something was missing. She couldn't quit put her finger on it.

She swirled her spoon around the inside of her coffee mug and took a deep breath before looking back into Luke's eyes.

"All the time."

Lucas reached for Brooke's hand.

"Brooke-"

"But sometimes things don't work out the way you thought they would. Sometimes they can be for the worse but most of the time it's for the better. Everything happens for a reason Luke, I truly believe that."

Brooke squeezed Luke's hand before releasing his grasp on her and settled both hands back on her lap.

"You were always the thinker between the two of us. It's just life Luke. Try and live a little, Broody."

"This coming from the eternal optimist, Cheery."

"Kudos."

The pair shared a laugh, thinking back on their old high school nicknames for each other.

"It's just feels like something has been missing. For the past four years, I've been searching for…well I don't know exactly and so far I've come up short. Except today, it feels different somehow, better."

"Why today?"

"For the first time, in a long time, I feel less alone, I feel as though I've stumbled upon something good. Yeah, today has definitely been a good day. At first I thought it was the city, you know? New York can do that to people I hear but then I ran into you and I realized it wasn't New York that brought me back to life, or offered me a sense of stillness, it was you."

Brooke blushed at his words and began to twirl the lose stands of hair that had fallen in her face. It was a nervous habit she had picked up somewhere down the road of her adolescent years, something she rarely did, but with Lucas everything had always been different. She felt safe with him and until now that had always scared her because before Lucas Scott, Brooke never knew what safe felt like.

Lucas laughed a little. "After all this time, I still make you nervous."

"Luke…"

"I like that I make you nervous. And I like that I know I make you nervous."

Silence. That's what surrounded the both of them at the moment. Captivated by each other, they stared into each other's eyes and surprisingly enough that feeling of loneliness and misery, it was all forgotten, as if it never existed for either of them.

And then, just when Brooke was about to speak, it seemed fate didn't want to listen for the waitress came up to the table, introduced herself and took their order.

Her moment was gone. The opportunity she'd been waiting on for the past four years, slipped away. The courage that took her so long to develop had been stolen from her. She felt a pain in her heart, it was a pain she'd come immune to over the past four years, it was a pain that always reminded of her Lucas. It was the ache in her heart where Lucas used to be.

She wanted to tell him so many things. She wanted to tell him how she lied awake every night envisioning him next to her. How she finds herself calling out his name in her sleep. She wanted to thank him for not taking her back when she wanted him too because it turns out he had been right. They needed that time apart, to separate themselves and become the people they had always dreamed of being and if the time was right they would find each other again. She wanted to tell him that whenever she passes a book store, she goes in, every time, and buys a copy of his book. That the words he wrote about her never failed to fill that void in her heart, that void that belonged to him and only him.

Brooke was unpredictable and pretentious and even shallow at times but despite all that people loved her. Lucas loved her. She was all those things but she was also kind and beautiful and smart. She was independent and loyal. She saved people; people didn't save her. It was sad really, because if anyone needed to be rescued it was Brooke.

She had a side of herself that would never fully be open to anyone and that was hard for Lucas but he knew it was his fault, after all he was the one boy who broke her heart but as much as he broke it, he could heal it as well. The one boy she ever loved was sitting right across from her for the first time in a long time and she was terrified. Brooke figured she had two options: Luke could rebuild her heart or break it all over again.

Lucas was a humbling guy. He wore his heart one his sleeve but sometimes life got the best of him. The one girl who saved him from it all, the one girl he let get away was sitting right across from him. And somehow despite the panic and the fear of losing her again, he finally felt whole-not healed but perfect, as if there had never been a wound in the first place.

See what everyone didn't realize was, yes, Brooke got her heart broken but Luke faced a much bigger tragedy. He broke the heart of the girl he wanted forever, and he let her slip away. He was disgusted with himself. To know he caused her any kind of pain tortured Lucas and it's been eating at him ever since the last time he saw her four years ago. Maybe this time instead of saving one or the other, they could save each other.

Before either of them knew it, two hours had passed and as much as the both of them wanted time to stand still, it wouldn't. What was time anyway, a measurement of someone's life or was it simply destined to break two hearts, two beings that never had time on their side?

"After all this time, you still consume me. Why is that?"

"Don't you know? 'There were many who couldn't understand, and sometimes he walked among them. But even in his darkest hours, he knew in his heart, that someday it would return to him. And his world would be whole again. And his belief in god and love and art would be reawakened in his heart.' Your words are beautiful Luke."

Luke looked onto Brooke with pure wonder and amazement. He knew then, just like he had always known, he was now and always would be in love Brooke Davis.

"A hot girl quoting words from my own novel, is it wrong if I think that just may be the sexiest thing I've ever seen?"

Brooke smiles her dimpled smile and her hazel eyes sparkle in the sunlight. She moves to stand up and gently grabs a hold of Luke's hand while he stands next to her. Wrapping her arms around him, she envelops herself into his arms and lays her head in the nook of his neck. Luke breathes her in, memorizing every detail about her. The way she smells, like honeysuckle, the feel of her porcelain skin against his rough exterior, how perfectly she fits with him.

"I've missed you Lucas Scott." She whispers.

"Oh, Pretty Girl, you have no idea."

Brooke held him tight and kissed his cheek. A single tear fell down her cheek at the realization that Lucas was still very much apart of her, that his presence in her life never truly went away. He made her who she was, he completed her in every sense of the word. How she survived these past few years without him, she'd never know. Maybe it was her independence that taught her how to live without him, or maybe somewhere deep inside she knew that he still lived in her heart and that was enough, at least until now. Now after seeing him again, she knew it'd never be enough anymore, she had to be with him.

Luke let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. It was a breath that released the loneliness he had developed over the time he and Brooke had spent apart. Lucas Scott could feel again.

And in that one instant everything had changed.