Authors note: I own nothing.
This is an idea I have had in my head since season 5 ended…season 5 finale re-written along with season 6 premiere. The story has happened the same up to the finale and I have my ideas as to what I think would have made an awesome season 6. Please read and review Flashbacks will be in italics, hope you enjoy!
Brooke sat alone on her couch, purple monkey in her arms and cell phone laying beside her. God, she already missed the precious baby girl she had grown so close to. Angie was on her way home.
"Hi," Lucas said as he walked in.
"Hi," she replied, agitation in her voice, "they're supposed to call me as soon as Angie's home safe."
"Where's Peyton," he asked as he sat beside the petite brunette.
"I don't know, probably at work," she sighed, "I didn't tell her Angie was leaving for sure."
"And you told me not to come to the airport, why?"
"I don't like you guys to see me like this," she hesitated, "vulnerable."
"It's how I always see you Brooke," he said with a smile, "I think it's kind of beautiful." He stared in to her hazel eyes for a moment, "You know, I've been thinking about all of the things you've done for Angie, and Rachel, and me, and all kinds of people," he continued, "you save people Brooke Davis. It's what you do. I just wanted to share that." Brooke smiled, she was glad Lucas was there, his words meant the world to her. "I want you to call me when she's home safe, ok," he asked as he stood to leave.
"Hey, Luke," Brooke said, he turned to look at her, "we've been through a lot, me and you. But, I wouldn't have made it through today or a couple of other days without you, so thanks."
"You're welcome," he whispered. She held the purple monkey towards him.
"This is for you," she handed it to him and watched as he held it, "I love you Lucas Scott, you know that?"
"I love you too, Brooke Davis."
"Mia," Peyton said in to her cell phone, "if you see him tonight can you have him call me," she asked as she Lucas walk in, "hey, I gotta go, ok." She stared at Lucas as he walked in,
"I don't hate you," he said, he walked towards her, "I remember the first time I ever saw you, all skinny arms and a tangled mess of hair. It was hard letting you go Peyton, it was hard losing you. It was hard seeing you again. Still," he hesitated, "really hard."
"I know," she whispered. "When I'm asleep, I have this dream where we're back in that hotel room in L.A. and when you propose to me, every single time I say yes."
"It's just a dream, right?"
"It's my dream."
"Wow," Haley says as she walks on to the river court where best friend is sitting, "very Peyton."
"Lindsey stopped by today."
"She's here," Haley asked.
"Not anymore. I had to go see Brooke."
"The trifecta," Haley said as she sat next to Luke, "how nice. What did Lindsey want?"
"She wanted to tell me that my book's done," he said, "well everything except the dedication, she said I could email that to her." He shook his head, Haley began rubbing his shoulders, "I'm thinking about taking off for a while."
"Lucas please stop running," she pleaded, "you've got to let go of this dark weight you're carrying around."
"This morning Nathan told me that the darkness doesn't have any answers."
"He's right. You saw him after his accident," she said, "look at him now. You know that romantic notion that all the garbage and the pain is really healing and beautiful, and sort of poetic? Well it's not. It's just garbage and pain. You know what's better? Love. The day that you start thinking that love is overrated," Haley said with tears in her eyes, "is the day that you're wrong. The only thing wrong with love and faith and belief is not having it."
Lindsey Strauss walked through the airport on her cell phone listening to her assistant ramble. She was about to hang up, "Hey, Lindsey, did you tell him?"
"No, bye," she said as she shut her phone. She hadn't told him what she had come to tell him. She hadn't found the courage or the strength that she needed.
She looked at the new text message:
From: Lucas Scott
Subject: Dedication
…to all those lost souls who have forgotten to believe in the immensity of love
She immediately dialed his number, it went straight to voicemail.
"Hi, Luke, I just got your dedication, and I guess I'm one of those lost souls, because I lied to you. I said I was seeing someone and I wasn't. The truth is I am…"
"Hello," Brooke said as she answered her cell phone.
"Hey," he said, "it's me, I'm at the airport, I was thinking maybe you'd want to get away."
"Lucas," she said.
"Brooke, you've been through a lot," he said, "so have I, come on, I have two tickets to Vegas, just me and you. Please?"
"Ok," she said reluctantly, "ok, Lucas."
"Meet me at the airport, flight leaves in an hour," he said, she didn't respond, "Brooke, you ok?"
"Yeah," she said as she wiped her eyes, "thank you Luke, for everything."
"You're welcome pretty girl," he smiled, "see you soon." He smiled as he shut his cell phone. It immediately sounded, missed call from Lindsey and a new voicemail. He hit ignore. He was tired of hiding and running. For the first time in a very long time Lucas Scott knew what he wanted.
"Thanks Mia," Peyton said as she closed her cell phone. Mia hadn't gotten the name of the guy who knew Peyton. She had hoped that as a musician it would be her biological father, but she hadn't told Mia that. She sat at her desk staring at the records that hung on her wall.
"Peyton," he said as he walked in.
"Oh my god," she said as she turned to him, she immediately ran to him, wrapping her arms around him, "what are you doing here?"
"Well, I ran into an artist of yours in Atlanta," he smiled as she finally let him go, "I wanted to see this for myself. See you."
"God, I've missed you," she said hugging him again, "I can't believe you're here."
"Me either," he smiled at her, "I am so glad to see you, this is amazing Peyton, you have really done great for yourself."
"Thanks, that means everything coming from you."
"So, how is it being back in Tree Hill? Is it everything you imagined?"
"It just got better," she said, "I have missed you so much."
"I've missed you too, Peyton," he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist, he kissed the top of her forehead, "I missed you too."
"How are you," she asked as she sat on her desk, he sat beside her.
"Good," he said taking all of it in, "really good. Jenny is with my parents, we're gonna be in town for a couple of weeks."
"That's great Jake, I bet she's beautiful."
"She is," he said as he showed her a picture, "she's seven now."
"Has it been that long?"
"Yeah," he said, "it has."
"Lucas," Brooke whispered as she tried to wake him up, "Luke."
"Hey," he smiled as he rubbed his eyes, "I was just thinking about you."
"We're gonna miss this flight if you don't get your broody ass up," she smiled as she sat beside him.
"I've missed you," he said, "you know that? I've missed this," he said as he stared at her, she felt her cheeks turn slightly pink.
"Well," she said with a slight laugh, trying to pull herself out of whatever this was, "I doubt you'll be saying that when I am spending all your money in Las Vegas."
"It won't matter," he said as he took her hand, "as long as we are together Brooke, I'll be fine."
"Luke," she whispered as she looked at his hand wrapped around hers, she immediately pulled away.
"I'm sorry," he said in a defeated tone, "Brooke, I…"
"Hey, don't be sorry," she smiled, "we're two friends going to Vegas to have a good time, right? We're good Luke."
"I," he said as his phone beeped again, another voice mail.
"Go, check your messages, it's fine," she smiled.
"Ok, but we need to talk," he said.
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Lucas," Lindsey said as she saw him standing dialing his cell phone.
"Lindsey," he said shocked slightly, "I thought you left?"
"My flight was delayed," she said as he shut his cell phone, "can we talk, Lucas, please?"
"My flight boards in about twenty minutes," he said as he looked at his watch.
"Oh," she said, "well I tried to call you earlier."
"Yeah, I was on another call," he said, "is everything ok, Linds?"
"Luke, I didn't come here to talk about your book."
"Ok," he said.
"Lucas, I am pregnant."
"What?"
"I know I told you I was seeing someone, Lucas, but I lied, I was scared. And I didn't want you to think this was a trap or something, Luke."
"Why didn't you tell me Lindsey, before? Were you just going to run off to New York without telling me?"
"I don't know, ok. You and Peyton," she said.
"There is no me and Peyton, Lindsey. I told you, and everyone else," he sighed, "there won't ever be a me and Peyton, ok? Peyton is a part of my past."
"What about me, Lucas?"
"Lindsey," he sighed, "I'm in love with…"
"Luke," Brooke said as she walked towards him, "you get lost?"
"Brooke," Lindsey said as she saw the brunette.
"Hey," Brooke said as she smiled at Lindsey, "I didn't know you were in town."
"I'm actually leaving," she said as she wiped her eyes, "bye Lucas."
"Lindsey," he said as he grabbed her arm, "you can't just leave."
"Lucas," she said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in to his chest.
"We'll figure this out, we will," he said as he looked at Brooke who stood there stunned.
"I think I am gonna go," Brooke said as she watched the broody blonde hugging Lindsey.
"Brooke, don't go," he said, she turned towards him with tears in her eyes.
"I have to Lucas," she said, "I'll see you around."