Hey there! This is my first Reba Fic. I have been on here for a while, but never had time to write. I read the other stories all the time though. This takes place in the 4th season and is based of the episode "Flowers for Van." I decided to put a spin on it since I've always wanted to see Reba and Brock get back together! So yea, I own nothing blah blah all that technical crap. Enjoy and review and leave comments please!!
Unexpected Love, Unexpected Place
Van sat at the desk yelling at the lap top, "Gimme a flush, gimme a flush, GIVE ME A…oh wait a straight" Van yelled. He looked at the screen intently waiting to make is next online poker move. His thoughts were interrupted by Cheyenne who was muttering orders to him as she came down the stairs. "Elizabeth has a play date with Mindy," she said. Van was ignoring her which caused annoyance from Cheyenne. She grabbed his chin and turned it towards her. "We have a play date with Mindy and Elizabeth really wants you to come, we have a problem here, you haven't been listening lately." "I know I'm sorry," he said lacking sincerity. He turned his head back to the screen when the virtual player on the other side made a bet. "Fine just help me take the stuff to the car," Cheyenne said angrily. Just then Reba made her way into the living room. "Hey Mrs. H will you sit in for me?" Van asked hurriedly. "Van I haven't played poker in a long time." "It's ok," he replied and rushed out the door.
Reba sat down to the computer which had begun to make a beeping noise at her alerting that it was her turn. She panicked and hit buttons, "ok, ok, I'll call…oh wait no I wanna take it back, how do I take it back?" she said aloud. "Oh wait three 7's…leave it leave it." "The winner sound went off and the cheerful and excited red head shouted "woo hoo I win!" Van came back into the house. "Ok Mrs. H I'll take it from here." He began to tap her on the shoulder. "Van you keep tapping me you're going to lose that arm." Reba was instantly hooked on the online poker game. Van admitted defeat and realized he would have to find something else to pass the time.
Reba sat at the laptop for hours not even Jake could convince her to let him on. Barbara Jean came over later in the afternoon to drop in like she always does. "So Reba I hear you caught the gambling bug?" Reba replied, "Yea this is so fun!" "Oh look how cute little chat boxes by the players," Barbara jean said. "Do you have to have a screen name?" "Yea you do," Reba said. "What's yours Reba?" "Rambling Red Rose," she said as she gestured with her arms to add emphasis. Just then Cheyenne came in with Van and they began discussing something, but Reba just wanted to get back to her poker game.
Back at Brock's house Brock was sitting on the couch sipping a beer with a laptop in front of him. He sat back and found a comfortable position. His laptop alerted him with a ding noise. He looked at his screen and his eyes opened a bit wider. "Wow this Red Rose is really good," he said to himself. He thinks a moment then types something into the poker chat box. "Hey Red Rose, take it easy, your scooping up my money like an ex wife!"
Back at Reba's she was still sitting at her desk in the living room and her shoulders were moving up and down from laughter. "I just love a man who gives me his money," she said as if she were talking to the screen. This guy is a hoot she thought to herself. Barbara Jean walked back over to the desk to see how Reba was doing. "Hey check this guy out he is funny, and his screen name is Golden God," Reba said to Barbara Jean. Barbara Jean started to read the replies on the screen out loud. "If you look half as good as you play poker you should be a model," Barbara Jean said in a mocking tone. "Uuck…he is probably married to some pathetic sad sap," Barbara Jean said as she giggled.
A little later Reba has moved to the dining room table with her computer and Brock is still sitting on the couch in his house. They are still playing one another in poker and Reba decides to have a little fun. She starts to type, "I speak seven languages and I'm a great with a cross bow, how about you?" she types and then hits send. Brock starts to reply, "Some say I remind them of an American looking Antonio Banderas, especially when I dance the flamenco. My hair is the color of the morning son, hence the name golden god." He chuckles to himself and waits eagerly for a reply.
They continued to play poker and chat with each other until it was night time. They exchanges clever little comments and flirts back and forth. As they continued to do this they both became a little more open with each other. Reba wanted to keep talking and having fun with what she was doing, but she was getting tired. Her yawns were becoming more frequent and she knew it was time to head to bed. What was weird to her was that she didn't want to stop talking to this person. She felt a strange pull towards them and wasn't sure why. She knew it was ridiculous. She made up everything about herself to him; surely the other person did the same with her. For all she knew they could be a psycho or anything else. She yawned again and stretched her arms up and ran her fingers through her glowing red hair. It was time to end it.
She typed, "Hey Golden God, I'm going to call it a night, want to play tomorrow?" Brocks face saddened, "No can do Red Rose." "Why not? Got a flamenco lesson?" she typed with a witty expression on her face. "You've taken all my money, but I had a lot of fun," he typed. He felt that something was intriguing about the person on the other end of cyber space. He couldn't put his finger on it. He almost felt like he could know the person. He wanted to know more he wanted to keep playing, but he really had ran out of poker money.
Reba typed, "Likewise, I had a lot of fun too." She thought for a moment she wanted to know something real about this other person. She hesitated, but then asked what she really wanted to know. "Since we won't be doing this anymore should we tell each other our real names?" she typed slowly. Brock received the comment and replied, "why not? I live in Houston and my name…..is Brock."
Reba choked on the wine she was drinking blinked a few times and sat back in her chair. She couldn't believe it…Brock? Was it really him? She suddenly felt butterflies in her stomach she didn't know if it was embarrassment or shock. She had been flirting with Brock all this time! She looked around her as if someone would find out. She then cleared her head. She didn't know what to say back. She thought about making up a name and location…she could just continue to be someone she isn't. She even thought she would tell him she was a man! She knew that would freak him out. She could just make something up and foget about it. Pretend this day and poker game never happened. She could also just tell him it was her and they would both have to acknowledge they had been shamelessly flirting and conversing with each other all day. She thought for a moment longer. Then Brock typed question marks in a row showing his impatience was growing. She swallowed hard and slowly began to type. "I also live in Houston…." She paused. "And well I live a few houses down from you….it's me Brock…..Reba."