Okay so this is My first shot at a Brucas fanfiction. It's an AU, I figured since I look at everyone elses I should give it a try. I had been working on this story for a few weeks and decided to post what I have so far, just to see how this was gonna go. So I'm posting Chapters 1-4 in one fell swoop. Please leave a review, love it or hate. I own nothing of tree hill. I wish but no such luck.

Before we get started:

Brooke is from New York

Everyone else is from Tree Hill

Nathan and Haley are married but till after high school

Rachel and Brooke are best friends

Rachel is Married but we won't know till later

Something really bad went down between Karen and Lucas

Karen and Keith are married

They still had Lily

If you think of anything you want to ask in case I forgot something let me know.

Chapter One

The Red Headed Vixen

Lucas Scott was…"The Man". He was a three time champ with the duke blue devils and a noted/published author. His book about his memoirs in college earned him a best seller. Not to mention the boy could still play ball. He might not have gone pro but that was by choice. Lucas Scott was no less than the sexiest mother fucker alive when he exited his up scale New York apartment. He had the looks, lots of fame and then…there was the women. This was Lucas' favorite part. He could walk into any bar, function, hell he could walk into the most remote mens bathroom and find some hottie waiting to be fucked in a dirt mens restroom stall. To Lucas, this was the life. The only problem was… he was broke, he still had his looks but the minute the fairer sex found out his credit card declined he was nothing more than a sad pathetic show off. Lucas loved to live life to the fullest but the problem was, he had no idea how to manage. He would do the usual song and dance and beg daddy Dan Scott for money and for a few ego strokes Dan would give his son whatever he wanted. Lucas knew it wasn't because he loved him but because to Dan, worshiping his ego was the only way to pay homage. It was a bright and sunny afternoon in New York. Lucas had just finished having the best oral sex of his life from some bimbo he met at a club the night before. He was doing his afternoon jog to clear his mind. Lucas always thought it best that before he went to see Dan it was best to be centered, focus and calm. He let the sounds of Kings of Leon wash over him as he mellowed into the afternoon. He jogged past the old, the young and the beauty that was central park. He couldn't help but think of all the wrong choices he had made that brought him to this point; broke, alone and very unhappy. He did his best to push these thoughts out because Dan was like a wolf, he could smell the slightest bit of insecurity on him. He finished his jog, went home got dressed and headed to his fathers office to dop what he called securing capital but what we would call begging. He made it to the top floor of Scott industries and from the moment he stepped off the elevator he felt heavy. With what only he could say. He shot a sexy grin at the secretary that sat in the lobby of his fathers office as he passed. He did it almost every other week but on this particular day he found himself disgusted. He couldn't even remember the girls name. This wasn't the man he was suppose to be. This wasn't what Keith would've wanted for him. But it was too late for Lucas….or so he thought.

"Good morning Mr. Scott."

"Morning babe, is my dad in?"

Babe, that's the best he could come up with, No mind the girl blushed anyway.

"He just finished up with the lawyers, you can go right in."

"Thanks sweetheart" he said winking at the girl causing her to blush even more.

When Lucas entered the "mausoleum" he felt that weight getting heavier. This is where the brave and fortunate ended up dead, usually by his fathers had, usually with not way to be revivied. In the very back he could hear the echos of an angry Dan plotting someones demise. Lucas was use to this, he had come to understand that top love Dan is to know he is not happy unless someone is suffering.

"I don't care about that son of a biches family, I want the company liquidated and sold off by Monday or you can get in the unemployment line right behind him."

True Dan was cold and calculated but no one could ever say he wasn't a shrewd business man.

"Good after noon pops. Plotting on someone else downfall?"

"Son, well I'd like to say this was a nice surprise but I already know why you're here."

"Really?" Lucas's sarcasm wasn't lost on his father.

"Yes really, So the cash has run out and here you are with your hand out once again."

"You do know me too well pops. So how bout it, write me a check for a couple hundred thousand and I'll be on my way."

Even though Lucas had done the prep work of sucking up to Dan he found himself unable to apply it.

"Sorry son no can do."

It was as if the air had been sucked out of the room. Dan's face twisted to an evil grin while Lucas' displayed nothing less than a look of shock. Did Dan just deny him? Did his benefactor just tell him no.

"No can do, what the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"It means dear spoiled son of mine, I will not give you another hand out."

Yep that's what Lucas was afraid of.

"So what, you want me to work for it? Sorry dad, and I use the term loosely, but I don't plan on coming to work here for you as the mail boy."

Lucas's anger was that much magnified by his fists slamming on Dan's expensive oak desk. He turned to walk away when Dan's words stopped him in his tracks.

"No son I expect you to get married."

Married. Was this asshole serious? He had been a one woman kind of man since…well never. He turned and faced Dan and was met with a menacing smile.

"Are you crazy?"

"No son, I think it's a fair trade off, my money for your freedom. With a wife, you'd have to grow up. Not be traipsing all over town with some random bar slut you met the night before."

"Like a wedding band would stop me."

"You're right, a wedding band alone would not stop you but if I give you say…. Six million dollars to get married with the contingency that your wife controls the money, something tells me you'll be a little more inclined not to go sticking you dick into every piece of hot ass that gets thrown at you."

Lucas looked at his father then looked away. He felt that if he looked at Dan any longer he'd loose his soul. Married, He thought. Lucas never thought he'd have to be in this position. He could tell Dan to shove it but lets face it Lucas was a kept man. He needed the money. So that meant he needed a wife.

"But there's a catch son."

"There always is with you Dan."

"Hey! That's dad to you boy and yes if you want me to shell out that kindof money there's a catch."

The room was silent for a moment.

"Well…what is it?"

"I get final approval on this girl and It's got to look real. I mean like a real live happy marriage."

"You would know how that looks" he said under his breath.

"What did you say?"

Dan knew he had Lucas over a barrel and he loved the power that came with it.

"Nothing."

"So do we have a deal?"

For a moment Lucas thought about spitting in his face, turning around, and walking away for good but to Lucas this was something his mother always use to say, when she was still talking to him that is, was a cross road. And just like the last time he picked the easy way out.

"Deal."

The moment his skin felt the heat of the sun he instantly felt revived. Dealing with Dan usually took a lot out of him and today was no exception. Where was he going to find a trustworthy candidate to be the first Mrs. Lucas Scott? A few names came to mind but he decided to pick the lesser of two evils. He walked down the streets of Manhattan to find himself in front of a very familiar burlesque club called Devil's Lair. It was a place he use to frequent in more un-dramatic times. He found himself sitting at the bar downing his first shot of absolute. He was trying to run the conversation through his mind of how this was gonna go. It had been a very long time since he had seen his red headed vixen and he wasn't sure if she would be too happy to see him seeing as how he was the reason her car windows got broken out. Rachel was the kind of girl that was a free spirit. She talked, dated and fucked like a guy but was so fucking hot even a monk would have trouble not getting a hard on close to her. She oozed confidence and that is what drew him to her in the first place. Back in the day, in a not so far off time he was crazy about her, not in love. There was only one girl he had ever been in love with. Rachel was like the best fuck buddy ever. You could call her morning, noon or night….hell you could call her morning, noon and night and she'd be ready for it. She was a close second to the best sex he had ever had and that was saying something. By now he was on his fifth shot when a pair of soft hands draped over his eyes. Moments later he could feel soft lips against his ear.

"Hiya sexy, long time no see."

It was her. It was Rachel, the red headed vixen once of his wet dreams. Her touch brought back all the memories of the rough, tawdry, sexcapades he use to enjoy with her.

"If I had known I could get this kind of welcome I would've showed up ages ago" he said with the sexiest voice he could muster. He knew if he was going to get a yes he was going to have to lay it on thick.

"You know you're always welcome in my bed. That blonde bitch you call a girlfriend, not so much."

Lucas' mind drifted to that night that she referred to and was instantly aroused as he remembered the cat fight but that memory would have to be enjoyed another time.

"Ex-girlfriend. I haven't see or talked to Peyton since that night."

Rachel removed her hands and strutted around to Lucas' front and wiggled right between his legs while he sat on the bar stool.

"Now this is more like it" he whispered as he brought his lips closer to hers.

"Ah ah ah Scott. I'm not that kind of girl anymore."

Lucas scoffed at the idea. Since when was Rachel Gatina not up for a good old fashioned round of making out.

"What, you take a vow or something?"

"Something like that." She quickly flashed her huge wedding ring in his face.

"Ha, you're married….to who?"

"None of your business. Not that it matters but you still haven't answered my question. And don't say cause you missed me because I know it'll be a lie."

Rachel had started to slowly run one her hands through his hair and the other tracing circles on his chest. Lucas knew no amount of sucking up was going to get Rachel to stopping asking that question. For some reason he just spit it out like it was nothing.

"I need a wife, and fast."

Rachel stopped her movements instantly and looked into his eyes, waiting for him to burst into laughter but when she looked all she saw was his serious face. She remembered the serious face. She slowly backed away and crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at him.

"So you mean to tell me, you need to get married and the first person you think of is me? I am the first right?"

Lucas got up slowly from his stool and took a step toward her.

"Uh uh, answer the question" she said throwing out her fist that connected with is chest and pretty heard Lucas thought.

"Rach come on you-"

"Oh no, don't you even think of sweet talking me on this one Lucas Scott! If she found out you came to me first she'd decapitate us both. I just got her back in my life and I'll be damned if I let you swoop back in and ruin us again!"

With that she slammed both fists into his chest, sounding off even harder. It was true, the last time he saw Rachel was also the last time he saw his beloved "Pretty girl" as he called her. However now knowing that Rachel had contact with her, without thinking his next words spilled out of his lips like a school crushing school boy.

"You talk to her? How is she? Is she still in New York? Does she…."

He stopped himself at the last set of questions to save embarrassment. What he had wanted to ask is if she still talks, thinks or dreams about him like he still does her.

"Easy with the questions there Scott. Breath, you're gonna suffocate before you get any answers. So… Yes, good, yes and I know what you were gonna ask last and the answer is yes. She still talks about you. Actually we've gotten to a solid place again in our friendship that we can now talk about you and she doesn't want to drown me in the nearest body of water. She said that you were the best sex she had ever had."

Now Lucas was grinning like a kid at Christmas at what Rachel said, and had he not been so focused on his pretty girl he would've seen that Rachel was setting him up for a fall. He was in his daydreams when Rach spun around, bent over the nearest table, scribble something on a piece of paper and walked back to him.

"Here take this."

"What is it?"

"It's a fortune cookie, what do ya' think?"

His eyes adjusted saw the address.

"She should be home right about now. You should go talk to her, apologize like hell and ask her to marry you."

Lucas looked up at Rachel, down at the paper then back up at Rachel. His smile was wide and his eyes glittered with possibility. He hugged Rachel before he left, again missing the devilish look on her face. Rachel was no saint. Anyone who knew her knew that but she felt like Brooke deserved the closure she was sending her way. If karma is a bitch then her name is Rachel. If Lucas only knew what Rachel had sent him to walk in on.

Next chapter:

Lucas relives the infamous night that he dubs as the night of the sexiest brawl ever.

Rachel tries to gives Brooke a heads up.