Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Ryan or Brooke, they belong to Josh Schwartz and Mark Schwahn. I don't own Seth, Summer, Marissa (all belong to JS as well) and if other OTH characters make an appearance, those are MS as well.

Summary: Ryan/Brooke - The OC/One Tree Hill Crossover - Future Fic. Brooke moved to California immediatley following her graduation from Tree Hill to attend UCLA. She met Ryan at the end of her senior year. It's not two years later. Things are starting to get serious, when a part of Ryan's past comes looking for him.

Note: A big part of Ryan and Brooke's appeal to me is their sensuality. Just a warning that sex is going to play a large part in their relationship, so please take that into account if it's not something you're comfortable with. The title comes from the Joss Stone song.

Victim of a Foolish Heart
Chapter 1

Brooke practically fell to the floor, as Ryan pushed the door open behind her. They both erupted into laughter.

"I think you've had too much to drink, Mr. Atwood," she said as he came crashing down on top of her.

"Is that so?" A smile lit up his face and his baby blues sparkled as he moved in closer. His lips were on their way to meet her's when she scurried away. "Where are you going?"

"Just having a little fun." She flashed her brilliant smile and took off in the other room. Her shirt came flying through the doorway moments later. Ryan closed the still open apartment door and locked it before following his girlfriend into their bedroom.

"Just how much fun are we talking about?" He asked walking in the room. Brooke was no where in sight. "Brooke?" He turned around again, making sure he hadn't missed her in all his drunkeness. Who was he kidding? A guy could be on the verge of dying and he couldn't miss Brooke. She gave off an energy like no one he'd ever met. "B, where are you?" Silence. "Is this another one of your games?" More silence. "I'll take that as a yes. You know I'm going to find you. Why don't you just give up now?" Still nothing. "I promise, it'll be worth it."

When she didn't show herself, Ryan began to look for her. First under the bed. Nothing. Maybe he should give her some incentive. "You know what I was thinking about today? I was sitting in our meeting, right before they announced my promotion and I was thinking about that day at Disneyland when we were on Space Mountain, do you remember that?"

Brooke remembered the day perfectly. It was only a month after they'd really started seeing each other. It was when she'd found out he was afraid of heights. She quickly helped him get over that fear.

"I do. It was the first time I wasn't uncomfortable 3,000 feet in the air. We've been on our share of roller coaster's since then. Though, I'm pretty sure the Disneyland ride isn't the one you're remembering now." Ryan thought he heard a snicker. He opened the closet door. Nothing.

"Okay. So, you're really into this tonight. Do you remember that weekend we went to Newport? The one where Kirsten dragged us to Sandy's theatrical debut. It turned out to be a lot more fun than either of us thought. Who knew janitor's closets were so big?"

Brooke's smile widened. It wasn't the first time she'd fooled around in a janitor's closet and she knew it defintely wasn't his. It was then, she found out just how much strength he actually had. He'd managed to hold him and her both up when he'd pushed her over the edge.

"But neither of those compared to the day after your movie premiere. Sure, it was only a small part in a crappy movie, but you made it unforgettable. So much so, that we went to watch it the next day. Though, to be honest, we only really watched the first two minutes."

Now, that was a first. She'd been watching the credits play across the screen when she'd felt his hands running up her bare legs, a few moments later, her skirt was hiked all the way up and the next thing she knew they were having sex. Not once, not twice, but three times. She'd drawn blood from her own lip trying to keep from screaming. She was biting her lip again now. Damn him.

Ryan heard the steady flow of water. He smiled. He knew she'd cave.

The bathroom was already steamy by the time he opened the door. He stood there, watching as the hot water poured over her flawless being. Her eyes wandered up his body and landed on his baby blues. She looked intoxicating and he had to touch her. He didn't care that he was still in a $2,000 suit or that his shoes were going to be completely destroyed. He just needed to feel her skin against his. The water ran off his back for awhile before he felt the cloth beginning to stick to his skin. But by then, he didn't care. His lips were fastened with her's, his hands were taking a well-known path down her body and would have continued perfectly if it wasn't for her interruption. "You first," she breathed huskily and began to strip the soaked clothing off of his ripped body. Minutes later, they were both naked, her back pressed against the shower wall, and the sound of her voice screaming his name filling the room. The rest of the night was sort of a blur after that.

Brooke awoke the next morning, with a smile on her face. She looked at Ryan's sleeping figure beside her and it only widened. She couldn't remember ever being this happy. She kissed his forehead lightly before getting up to start breakfast. It was more like lunch time, but Ryan always prefered breakfast to any other meal. He was the one that taught her to cook in the first place.

She had just turned the coffee pot on when she noticed the blinking light on the answering machine.

"You have one new message."

"Hey Ryan, it's Seth. Uh...Summer ran into Marissa yesterday at the spa. And well, she's back in Newport, but not for long. She was looking for you. And I don't mean, just looking to say hi. She's tracked you down, man. Summer tried to talk her out of it, but she said she had to see you. So..uh..well..I just wanted to warn you."

Beep.

Brooke stood motionless. She'd heard all about Marissa. From Ryan.

Your scars where still showing when I first met you, baby

From Seth. From Summer. From Kirsten, even Sandy. They all said she was gone and that she wasn't coming back. Ever.

From all she had done to you

But here she was and looking for Ryan no less. This can't be good. Not good at all.

"You're up early," Ryan said walking in the living room and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

And I came along and applied a little loving

He wrapped his arms around her, but she was stiff. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Slowly but surely I brought you through

"Marissa."

"What?" She pressed play on the answering machine and Seth's voice filled the room. "Oh." He let go of her and started pacing.

"Yeah." She ran her fingers through her hair, like she did whenever she was worried and went to finish breakfast. Ryan was still pacing.

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