Hey everyone! I'm writing another Reba fanfic because I just have so many ideas! (: I hope y'all like it and please...review! :D

The beginning of this is basically just dialogue from the episode Brock's Got Stones, but there are some thoughts and emotions thrown in there.

"Ow, Reba, that hurts!" Brock groaned in pain as Reba pulled on his ear.

"As much as your kidney stone did when you passed it YESTERDAY!" Reba yelled at him.

"Oh, wait, did I forget to tell you about that?" he stammered nervously.

Once again, Brock had screwed up a perfectly working situation with his stupidity. Barbara Jean was out of town and he had a kidney stone. No normal ex-wife would take care of their ex-husband while his current wife was out of town, but that's just it. Reba was not normal. She could have sent him away, but the moment she saw him doubled over in pain… she knew she had to nurse him back to health. That's exactly what she did. Unfortunately, Brock had lied to her once again. At the moment she had fire in her eyes. Any one in their right mind would have thought twic before crossing her path, but not Brock. He had the nerve to think she was adorable when she got fired up.

"How could you be so selfish! I made you soup! I made you grilled cheese sandwiches! I was nice to you!"

"Yes, yes you were, and that was the problem"

"What the heck does that mean?" she was genuinely confused.

"You know how when I'm around we're always throwin' little digs at each other?"

"Yeah, cause you're an idiot!" she replied, matter of factly.

"Yeah, Okay, fine. I'm an idiot." He could see he wasn't going to get far if he said the wrong think, so he agreed. "But when I got sick, those little digs stopped. Just like you said, you were nice to me."

Reba saw how his eyes shone with desire, passion, and ironically enough, honesty. There was no way she could stay mad at this man. She lov—she was great friends with him. She shrugged the almost slip off as anger and emotions before Brock's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"I was nice you, we laughed."

Her heart told her to forgive him, she was eventually going to anyway, but her head got the better of her judgment and her temper flared up once again.

"Yeah, but when we were laughin' and bein' nice, you were lying!" she yelled angrily.

"Yeah, okay, fine. Look, that was wrong." He stammered. "But Reba, just hear me out for a second." he pleaded.

An unwilling Reba stood with her arms folded ready to walk away if she needed to.

"I realized that we failed as husband and wife, okay, I get that. I accept it."

She knew he didn't mean to, he was simply making a point, but the words he spoke hurt her deeply. She had pushed that feeling so deep inside she forgot it existed, but with his simple words everything came flooding back to her. She tried to move on, but she only felt she was betraying Brock. Little did she know Brock did not believe one word of it. He knew, or at least thought, that was what Reba wanted to hear, so those are the words he spoke.

Reba felt her eyes getting wet and her face getting hot. 'No, I'm not doing this. I am not going to cry in front of Brock. I have too much pride. He is not going to see how much he hurt me.'

"The thing I miss most is our friendship, and for the past few days it is like we had that back again. What's stopping us from being friends again?" Brock questioned taking her hand in his own.

"What's stopping us from being friends again?" Brock questioned taking her had in his own.

Reba's guard shot up.

"We can't be friends, Brock. When we're laughing and joking—we just can't be friends." She said softly before ascending the stairs to her bedroom.

"Reba, wait!" he called after her.

She was already in her room by the time he got to the top of the staircase.

Reba had just sat down on her bed when a soft knock came at the door.

"Please, just go home Brock" she gently begged trying to hold back her tears.

"I'm not going until I know that you are okay" he said from the other side of the door.

"You can go home, I'm fine." She insisted, sitting down, placing her back against the door.

"No you aren't" he retorted.

"Yes I am… I'm fine!" she shot back through the door.

"If you are fine, why did you lock yourself in your room? If you are fine why am I talking to you through your bedroom door?"

"Shut up." She said coldly, realizing he had a valid point.

"Honey, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Brock asked compassionately.

Silence.

"Reba?"

Silence.

"Knock twice if you are ignoring me"

Knock, Knock.

Reba was about to walk back to her bed, when a note was slipped under the door. It said:

Reba, I don't know what I said to upset you, but please know that I am sorry. I will always be here for you...anytime.

Figuring he wouldn't get a response, Brock stood up to go home. Just as soon as he stood up, the note slid back under the door with a response.

Fine. I'll talk.

Feeling as if he had pressured her to talk, he made sure she knew she didn't have to.

You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. If you need your space I'll give you space, but if you really do want to talk, I'm here.

Reba read the note as it was passed under the door.

"I hate you Brock Hart." She whimpered. She heard how weak she sounded and it disgusted her. Why was she a big pile of goo when Brock came around? Her backbone and willpower completely disappeared around him.

Sitting back down, he took his chances and asked "Why?" hoping he would get a reply.

Suddenly the door opened. Brock was surprised to see that Reba had tears in her eyes.

He didn't say anything, knowing that one word could make her shut down. He simply just took her hand.

"I'm going to answer your question and you are not allowed to ask questions, or judge me, or think less of me in any way."

He nodded.

Reba took this as her cue to continue.

"I have my reasons why we can't be only friends. When I am ready I will tell you. All I am going to say is every time I fell in love, I felt like I was betraying you and I couldn't do it. I couldn't deal with the guilt." Tears were falling freely down her face.

Brock wrapped his arms around her tightly. Reba cried into his chest. She cried tears of guilt for falling in love multiple times, tears of sadness because their marriage was dead, and tears of joy because she had finally realized what she should have realized five years earlier.

Should I continue?

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