Title: Waiting on Forever

Author: D Sollers

Subject: Post OTH episode 5x15 BL. Brooke nods her head, yeah because she feels it too. She can't remember a time where it was just the two of them together, trying to be friends. But somehow, it feels right. BL, NH, maybe a little LP and JP.

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with OTH and honestly, I don't really want to.

Author's Notes: So I should be focusing on finishing my other stories who have been on hiatus for way too long. Believe me, the updates are coming. It's just OTH hasn't exactly been inspiring. Until now. Please remember to review!

Prologue

There wasn't much Brooke Davis was afraid of.

In high school she had been the girl that others envied, who they respected. She had been head cheerleader her senior year as well as class president, and everyone that knew her loved her.

As CEO of a major fashion label, Brooke Davis seemed to have her whole life together. She seemed to know what she wanted and how exactly she was going to get it.

But as she stared into the rear view mirror of her car at the crying baby snuggled into her car seat, she struggled to gain her composure.

It's been an hour since Angie had woken up, an hour of constant crying that Brooke had done everything to try and stop. Peyton wasn't at home and she hated to bother Nathan or Haley on their sons birthday.

There was only one person she could turn to.

But even as she pulled into his driveway, her heart questioned her motives. Was she here because she needed his help? Or was she curious as to what had happened between him and Lindsay?

The sound of Angie crying broke her of her thoughts and she quickly gathered the babies things. Five quick steps up the porch, and her fingers began to knock gently on the door that used to belong to her.

At the last moment, she begins to regret her decision and turns to leave but is surprised when he pulls the door open. "Tell me again how great I am doing," Brooke said looking up at him.

Her voice is shaking, as if she's trying her hardest not to cry and he can only smile as he stares down at the beautiful baby inside the car seat.

Angie's cries don't take him by surprise as he leaned against the door. "I know how you feel, kid."

Brooke doesn't look down at the baby as she stares at Lucas and he can tell she's tired. "I have to get these sketches done for Macy's and she just won't stop," Brooke's voice sounds defeated and he nods in understanding.

Lucas holds the door open, allowing her to step inside. "Come on in."

Hours pass and after successfully completing ten of her sketches, she begins to yawn. Lucas is a few feet away from her, sprawled out on the couch with baby Angie on his lap. He's playing with her fingers and the little girl is smiling down at him.

"She adores you Luke," Brooke says as she puts her sketch book down and stares at him and the baby. It's surprising to her just how much the baby likes him. So much more than she liked Peyton, or Millicent or even her for that matter.

"Maybe she can put in a good word for me, with Lindsay," he says in a joking manner but it doesn't go unnoticed by Brooke. She leans her back against the chair and sighs.

"Kinda strange, isn't it? The way our lives turned out? I mean is this how you thought our lives would turn out?"

"With me being stood up at the alter and you taking care of a baby that's not yours? Not exactly," he said as he turned to face her.

He wants to tell her how he envisioned nights like these. Sitting with their daughter as she drew her sketches into the early hours of the morning. He wants to tell her that in high school, he had always pictured marrying her.

But instead he just continues to play with Angie as she continues.

"Do you ever wanna go back? I remember being sixteen and everything just seemed much easier. Would you do it differently?"

For a moment, he thinks about Keith and how many times he had wished for just a moment longer with the man who had been like a father to him. He thinks about his mother and how close they had been for so long and then he thinks about her.

He begins to remember their relationship, the ups and downs that had inevitably crumbled in front of his eyes and he takes a deep breath.

"I'd try to appreciate the things I took for granted," he pauses as she nods her head. "But I think we have to go through this stuff you know, to get to the places we have to be."

As he looks at her, he's sure she understands exactly what she is trying to say. That she feels the same way.

"Well I should go, at least if you want to get any sleep tonight."

Her fingers play with the drawings as he stares back at the baby.

"How are those designs going?" He asks carefully.

"Good, I just have a few more."

His lip quivers and before he knows what he's saying, a words slips out of his mouth.

"Stay," he asks quietly. It takes them both by surprise as he continues. "Finish them. I don't mind." He hates being alone in his mother's house, hates facing an empty bedroom now that Lindsay doesn't live there.

Brooke raises her eyebrow and takes a deep breath.

"Really?"

He smiles at this beautiful baby that Brooke has decided to help and he just doesn't want the moment to end.

"Yeah, it's kind of nice."

Brooke nods her head, yeah because she feels it too. She can't remember a time where it was just the two of them together, trying to be friends.

But somehow, it feels right.

So as he continues to tickle Angie's belly, Brooke stares down at her sketch book and decides that maybe she was right, and Lucas Scott really was the person that could help.

It wasn't long before her sketches were completed and she had found herself curled up on the couch. Lucas had stepped into the kitchen, promising her some hot chocolate and taking Angie with him.

He wasn't surprised by the time that the hot cocoa had been made that she had fallen asleep. With Angie in one arm asleep, he did his best to wrap a blanket around Brooke and took the seat beside her. She stirred in her sleep and moved towards him, pulling the blanket around the two of them.

Lucas wrapped his arm around Brooke's shoulder, something he had done a million times before and allowed her to snuggle up against his chest. With both Angie and Brooke asleep in his arms, he drifted to sleep hopeful that things would begin to look up in the morning.

TBC.

Alright everyone, here is the begining of this story. It's going to be BL which is obvious but it is going to take a while. BL has always had realistic buildup and I am not going to be one to dissapoint. So along the way there might be some of the following: LL, LP, BO, BC... etc. But it will all balance out I promise. And this story will have spoilers included for the last three episodes.