WhiteRose0925: Thanks for the review… And no offense to Naley fans but I love Brathan… This is gonna be a Brathan fic with some Brucas mixed in. Glad you liked it.

Darkfae184: Yeah there's going to be a little love triangle… I'm just tired of Brooke not getting the guy… So in this story she gets two hotties… LOL

Toddntan: Chase is going to be in this upcoming chapter. Thanks for another great review… I'm gonna write this as Brathan, it's time to switch it up. Brooke needs a good man like Nathan!

Thanks to the few who reviewed and the people that set up story alerts. You guys are so awesome.

Chapter 2:

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Brooke couldn't believe her good fortune, 'two hot guys in one day,' she thought to herself, 'I've still got it.' When she pulled into her driveway she noticed a familiar looking Ducati motorcycle in her spot, "Son of a bitch, what is he doing here?" she said aloud. She went in the house and yelled, "Chase!"

"Yeah babe, what's up?" Chase said coming towards her, looking awfully friendly.

"Don't you yeah babe me. Get out." Brooke snapped, "Right this instant… This isn't your house anymore."

"This place is still technically half mine, so I'm not going anywhere," Chase said opening another beer.

"Great you're drunk, I should have known where is Chelsea?" Brooke demanded, Chase looked shocked that she knew her name, "Yeah I know who the little tramp is. Did you know she's claiming you're the father of her unborn child?" Brooke started laughing, "Guess she didn't know you were sterile."

"Well I left her at the loft. She showed up all excited, telling me 'we' were having a baby wasn't that so great." Chase took another swig of his Corona. "I told her I was leaving and that it was physically impossible for me to be that bastards father… She thought she was gonna have a meal ticket." Chase lit a cigarette, "Well the joke is on her."

"Chase you know I don't like cigarettes in my house, the smell never goes away. Since you're drunk I don't really want you to leave so you can sleep in the guest room." Brooke headed for the hall, "I'll get you some blankets." Chase grabbed her hand and kissed her, he tasted of booze and cigarettes, "What the hell Chase," Brooke said pushing him away, "I am not your wife anymore, you filed papers remember." Brooke thought of when she first met him…

*Flashback*

Brooke was laughing, "Poor kid Hales look at him, he's been here 5 minutes and already he's getting detention." Brooke said to Haley at the lunch table. "I mean what kind of an idiot brings his skateboard to school anyway?"

"Brooke you are so mean." Haley said picking at her lunch, "Maybe someone should go use her student body president-ness and get him out of trouble."

Brooke was staring at the tall dark haired boy, "He is kind of hot. I guess I could work my magic, I'll be right back."

"Go get um tigger." Haley called.

"Hi Principal Grant," Brooke said twirling her hair.

"Good day to you Miss Davis, now can you excuse me I'm a bit busy at the moment," He said without even looking up from his half filled out detention slip.

Brooke looked at Chase, 'he is cuter up close,' she thought, "Well Principal Grant that's why I'm here, you see Chase here was just helping me with a project for the school paper. It's about school safety; we were trying to see how many teachers would stop him with that totally against the rules skateboard. And you succeed sir, so I guess we're all pretty safe huh."

Principal Grant finally looked up from his notepad, "Miss Davis you don't write for the school paper."

Brooke put her hand on his shoulder, 'gotcha right where I want you,' she thought with a smile, "Well of course not Principal Grant, why do you think I have an English tutor. Writing is not my strong suit. I was helping my best friend Haley James, you know the editor of the paper? She's been so busy lately with the tutor center and cheerleading that she fell behind on her editorials." Brooke smiled at Chase, hoping he would play along, "Isn't that right Chase?"

Chase simply nodded, "Well Mr. Adams, I don't know what you did to our student council president but at this time I am going to let you off with a warning. Leave the skateboard in your locker until after school." Then Principal Grant turned and headed towards the teachers lounge.

Brooke started to walk back to her lunch table when Chase caught up with her, "Hey how did you know my name? And why would you help me, you don't even know me?"

Brooke smiled, "Well if you're lucky I'll let you get to know me a little better."

*End Flashback*

Chase was staring at her, "Where did you go? I've been talking to you for like 10 minutes."

Brooke felt fresh tears on her cheek, "I was just thinking is all," Brooke wiped away the tears, "Now for the last time the guest bedroom is the only room you'll be sleeping in. I'm going to bed, I had a long day."

Chase seemed to have sobered up rather quickly, "Why were you crying? What were you thinking about? Come on Brooke talk to me."

Brooke looked at the man that a week ago used to be her husband, "It's not your concern anymore. Please do not be here when I get up in the morning."

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Brooke woke up at about 4:00 am and knew she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, she pulled on her pajama bottoms and headed to the kitchen, on her way she noticed that Chase and his Ducati were gone. 'Good,' she thought, 'I don't have the patience for him right now, last night was just too much.' She grabbed an orange juice from the refrigerator and headed for the spare room. The whole room smelled of him, that strange mix of sweat, dirt and musk that always drove Brooke wild. "Too bad you were drinking last night Chase, I might have had my way with you otherwise," Brooke said aloud as she grabbed the photo albums out of the closet and headed to the living room. One hour, half a box of tissues and two wedding albums later Brooke picked up the phone to hear a familiar voice.

"Hello," the tired voice said on the other end.

Brooke cleared her throat and prepared her best British accent, "Whatcha still doing in bed you lazy gent, it's 8 o'clock in the morning?"

"Brooke I am in no mood for the Brits today, I had a late night at the studio. Besides it's 5:00 am California time, what are you doing awake?" The still groggy voice snapped.

"I was just torturing myself Hales. I needed to hear a familiar voice." Brooke said, "Before I called Chase and demanded he come home and fuck all of my sorrows away."

A more alert Haley responded, "Do I need to come home? How many Brooke? Just tell me how many you looked at?"

"Two. I looked at two of our wedding albums." Brooke said, spinning her wedding band on her finger, "But I was on the verge of watching the DVD version. I needed someone to talk me off the ledge."

"OK, when I come home to Los Angeles next week we are burning all of them." Haley said firmly. "I'll call a medium we can sage the place, what do they call that... smudging? Chase finally pulling the trigger on something will be the best thing for you."

"Oh Hales we aren't burning anything, maybe we can do the smudging thing. Chase was here last night when I got home, so I started reminiscing about the good times, that's all." Brooke said gathering up the photo albums.

"Wait a minute. He was in your house. Change the locks Brooke. Call a locksmith today." Haley said.

"I don't need to change the locks tutor girl. He's gone now." Brooke sighed, "Go back to sleep I'll see you when you back next week, am I still picking you up at the airport?"

"Yeah if you don't mind that would be great. I could call Chris but we aren't really exclusive or anything and I thought asking him to pick me up would read a little desperate. So how did the show go yesterday? And the Laker game, did they let you perform with them at half time?"

"Oh I almost forgot about all of that. I met two really neat guys yesterday." Brooke said thinking of Lucas and Nathan.

"We've been on the phone 15 minutes talking about Chase the idiot and you had real news." Haley said between bites of bagel, "Spill…"

"OK well yesterday I was a guest on the Makenna Reeves show and I met a television writer. His name is Lucas Roe, he's blonde with the most incredible blue eyes Hales he said he has a movie script I might be interested in so I gave him my personal cell number." Brooke put the phone on her shoulder so she could put the albums away.

"I don't know Brooke; television writers usually have lots of baggage. That's where they draw they're inspiration. What shows does he write for? Anything I would know?" Haley asked as she turned on the shower.

"Ummm he said he has three hit shows on the CW, and another one of his scripts just got green lit for a pilot." Brooke said returning to the living room sofa.

"As your best friend I say stay away. He probably has a Peter Pan complex that's why he is stuck writing teen soaps. Tell me something about bachelor #2."

"You might know him actually. Nathan Scott the basketball player. I ran into him at the game yesterday and he knocked me off my feet Hales. I could potentially fall hard for him, I can feel it." Brooke now felt herself glowing, "He pretends to be all tough but last night I got a glimpse of the real person underneath and it might be bad… Like Chase proportions."

Haley turned off the shower, "OK I was going to wrap this up and head to the studio but you had to go and drop that bomb. I know who he is and he's known as a heart breaker on and off the court. Now I want to know in details what makes you think he has serious relationship potential."

"I don't know what it is about him Hales but last night we were playing around like we had known each other for years and he kissed me before I left and it was amazing." Brooke said, her lips suddenly burning at the thought of Nathan, "I want him to call Hales. I feel like I NEED him to call. And the last guy that made me feel this way was…"

"Chase" Haley interrupted, "Say no more I understand completely. Well hopefully Mr. Wonderful turns out to really be wonderful I'm running out of places to hide the bodies…" Haley and Brooke both laughed as they said their goodbyes.

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Brooke was just settling into as nice hot bubble bath when she heard her phone ringing from her bedroom. "Shit," she said as she hopped up and ran naked to her nightstand, "Hello," she said trying not to sound out of breath.

"Brooke? Did I wake you?" the voice said. "This is Nathan Scott."

"No Nathan, it's 11:00, to be honest with you I was in the bathtub and the phone was in the other room. I didn't want to miss an important call so I ran to get it." Brooke said walking back towards the bathroom.

"So you're naked right now?" Nathan said, "That's so hot." Brooke giggled, "I was calling to see if you wanted to get lunch today? It's my only off day till next week and I know I owe you a date."

"Yes lunch would be great." Brooke said pulling the tub drain and grabbing a towel. "My schedule is pretty open today too. You could pick something up and we can eat in if you want? Then we could avoid the paparazzi." 'Millie hasn't called yet about the show yesterday,' Brooke thought to herself, 'being seen out in public with a high profile basketball player would really set her off.'

"Whatever you want princess. I google'd you last night." Nathan paused, "I wanted to check out your credits, pretty impressive on and off screen. Is it all true?"

"It has been in my experience that usually what the tabloids publish has some grain of truth to it." Brooke said, "What do you wanna know and I'll give you the real story."

"I read you're going through a divorce. A messy one if the tabloids are accurate."

"I am getting divorced. My husband just filed about a week ago. As far as the media is concerned it was a big shock, reality is we had been living separate lives for a while and I knew it was coming I just didn't have the courage to end it myself." Brooke said, "What about you any ex wives I should know about?"

"Not that I remember. I haven't ever really had a girlfriend. I have always had basketball and most women don't like being second to a sport, even if that sport makes you rich and famous." Nathan replied, "So are you still naked? If so give me your address and I'll be right over."

Brooke giggled, "No I'm not… Sorry. But if you wanna meet sooner we can I'm really not doing anything today."

"Sounds like a DATE Davis. Text me your address and I'll grab food. Any preferences?" Nathan said grabbing his keys.

"Nope, surprise me. I'll send Zola out for some movies and we can make a day of it?" Brooke blurted out before she realized that might be moving too fast, "If that's alright with you?"

"Sounds great. No chick flicks alright. I got a reputation as a bad ass to protect." Nathan said, "I'll see you soon."

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