Authors note: So I know I have a lot of unfinished stuff...but this is an idea I can't get out of my head so I am finally attempting to put it out here. This is picking up where season 5 did, so four years or so afer graduation...the storyline so far will probably follow some of what was in the show, but I am changing things and adding to and taking from to make it fit my vision. I am, as you know, a huge fan of BDavis...so, that will shine through. I hope you enjoy...this is just an intro...I will hopefully get a few chapters up within the next three or four days. Reviews are appreciated, and motivating. Oh-also, I own nothing. Mark Scwhann created these characters, I just get to play with them. Enjoy!
Brooke Davis stood in her Manhattan penthouse. She smiled as she thought about where she was headed next, about the conversation she had just had with Peyton two days ago. As she put the final items in her carry on she kept replaying that converstation in her head.
"Hey, it's Peyton," she said in a saddened tone, "hey, I'm sorry, I know you're busy there, but, I just…" she hesitated, "what happened to us, you know? I don't know who I am anymore, or how I got here. I miss who I used to be. I wanna have a home again, you know, I miss that. And I miss you. I guess I miss all of it. Does any of that make any sense?"
"Yeah, it makes all the sense in the world, Peyton. Four years ago it all seemed so clear didn't it? Conquer the world, save the world, live happily ever after. "
"Are you happy Brooke?"
"Most days," she said as she looked at over at the sleeping blonde beside her, "are you?"
"No," she said wiping her eyes.
"Ok, then, let me ask you something. What is going to make you happy Peyt? Is it how you look or the car you drive? The people you know? Is it more money, or celebrity, or power and accomplishments? Because I don't think it's enough."
"Well, then what is?"
"Love, I think," she said as she looked again at the sleeping blonde, pulling the blanket up around her. "And that love can be for a boy or a girl, or a place, or a way of life, or even for a family. But where you find it is up to you. So where are you gonna find that love P Sawyer?"
"I think I need to come home."
"Yeah," Brooke smiled, "I was hoping you'd say that."
Brooke couldn't wait to get back to Tree Hill. As much as it scared her, as much as she was afraid for them to go back there, to see Peyton again, it was home. She knew that in her heart. There was no place else they should be even if it had been four and a half years. She was ready, they were ready to go home. As they stepped off the airplane she felt a sigh of relief...but as she glanced at the blonde with her she also felt such uncertainty being back in Tree Hill. With her signature smile, slightly longer hair hanging down around her shoulders, she reached for the blonde, "here we go," she said with a gentle kiss, "we're home."
