A/N: This is a part two of Reconciliation of some sorts. Don't own em. 2 months till SEASON 2.

Cookie slammed her door with a thud, unzipped and kicked off her boots, and threw her purse on the end table next to the vase and rose. She'd get to that later. She walked into her kitchen and poured herself the largest glass of wine, tossing her sable on her living room couch on the way.

She took the glass and the bottle and made her way to one of the love seats. She sat in her living room with a huge glass of wine, wearing her most expensive lingerie. It was pathetic, she thought. She gulped down the rest of the wine, before deciding she was just going to gulp from the bottle.

She got up and made her way over to the end table by her front door, she paused and stared at the single red rose in the glass vase. She remembered putting it in that glass vase the same night Lucious came by to visit, she was hopeful then. Now she was fucking pissed. Lucious had led her on asking her to dinner, only to announce that he was going to marry that bougie debutante bitch.

"Fuck you, Lucious." Cookie growled and she swiped the vase and the glass shattered and spilled into the hallway, sending the water flying everywhere. The rose tumbled out, Cookie picked it up peeling each layer before deciding the crush it with her hand and leave it on the floor. She felt a little better; she grabbed her phone out of her purse and dialed an all too familiar number.

"Hello."

"Hey Carol, it's me."

"I know it's you, I got caller ID. What's up?"

Cookie didn't say anything; it felt good to just hear the voice of someone that actually cared about her for once.

"Cookie? What happened? What's going on?" Carol could immediately sense something was wrong, it was always this way. Strangely enough, Cookie thought the older sister was supposed to be the one looking out for the youngest now the roles were reversed.

"I feel so stupid." Cookie sighed, walking into her bedroom collapsing on her bed.

"What did you do?"

"Lucious."

"You fucking Lucious?"

"No." Cookie laughed. "I thought I would be fucking Lucious."

"So you're upset because you aren't fucking Lucious, but you want to fucking Lucious because you thought you would be fucking Lucious? Cookie I'm confused. After all the shit that man has put you through, you still want him?"

"It's not that easy Carol."

"Uh yes it is! So what bitchass thing did Lucious do now?"

"He is engaged to Anika." Cookie said through gritted teeth.

"Oh shit! How you know?"

"Because the bastard invited me to a dinner tonight where he announced it to the whole family, after he came to see me last Wednesday!"

"Wait, Lucious came to see you last Wednesday? For what?"

Cookie pinched the bridge of her nose.

"It was our anniversary."

"He remembered?"

"I know right. I was surprised too. I didn't think he would. He even bought me a rose. The rose." Cookie smiled.

"What rose?"

"The one I found on my front door." Cookie said quickly.

"Ohhhhhhh, the one you thought was Teddy, who we got killed for no reason?"

"Yeah."

"Mmmm Hmm. So what you poutin for?"

"Because I thou-"

"You thought that you guys were gonna be able to get back together or something?"

"Well yeah."

"You're smarter than that Cookie."

"But he came over and we were talking, and he was telling me about the divorce and ho-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there Cookie, and I'm probably about to tell you some stuff you don't want to hear, but you gonna listen to me anyway. Lucious ain't shit. I don't care what bogus ass reason he gave for divorcing you, he aint shit okay? And don't go making excuses for him either."

"I wasn't going to."

"Good. So he told ya'll at dinner, then what happened?"

"Well, I didn't know it was a dinner with everyone. He didn't describe it like that when he told me."

"Ohhhh so you thought it was a date?"

"Exactly!"

"But it wasn't."

"Not in the slightest."

"So, I'm guessing you dressed up like it was a date? What'd you wear?" Cookie laughed, Carol was the most inquisitive person she knew when back then landed her is an awful lot of trouble.

"The question is what didn't I wear." She smirked.

"OhmyGod Cookie, you didn't. Tell me you didn't show up naked under a trench coat or something."

"That was my second choice." Cookie laughed.

"So what was option number one?"

"Lingerie and a sable." Cookie laughed, and she heard Carol join her.

"You kept your coat closed the whole time right?"

Cookie didn't respond.

"Cookie?"

"I was mad. So, I had to show him what he was missing." Cookie shrugged.

"In front of your kids! You probably scarred them for life, Cooks." Carol laughed.

"But it felt sooo good. You should have seen Boo Boo Kitty's face!"

"I can only imagine." Cookie's smiled started to fade.

There was an awkward silence that Carol finally decided to fill.

"You need me to come stay with you?" Her voice softened.

"No, why would you do that?"

"Because you're hurting Cooks."

"I'm not hurting, I'm fine."

"Cookie."

"I'm fine Carol."

"You were a great liar to everyone else, but I know you Cookie. What do you need from me?"

That broke her.

"I just need you to tell me everything will be okay." She whispered, recalling the countless phone calls from prison between the two of them where she would say those exact words. Carol, aside from Jamal, was always there for her through thick and thin. She was her backbone, her lifeline.

"Everything will be okay, chocolate chip." Cookie smiled recognizing the old nickname Carol gave her when they were younger. "You're one of the strongest women I've ever met. I know you don't see it now, but you'll move on without Lucious, you know? It's going to be hard, but you will. You deserve to be happy, and Lucious isn't the one to do it for you."

"You're right." She sniffed.

"Of course I'm right." Cookie could practically hear Carols smile over the phone, Cookie was just about to respond with something smart when she heard a knock at the door.

"Hold on Carol." She made her way to the door, calling out. "Who is it?!"

"It's me." Cookie panicked, it was the last person she wanted to see tonight. She ran back to the room and got back on the phone.

"Lucious is here!"

"So!"

"So!?" The pounding was persistent.

"Don't you dare let him in and don't you dare sleep with him Cookie." Cookie already made her way to the bathroom, fixing her hair and drying her eyes.

"What if it's because he called off the engagement?" She ignored Carol's request completely.

"Or he saw you in your lingerie and wants a quick hit Cookie, don't be stupid."

"I'm not stupid and I wont have sex with him." Cookie lied, she was slowly sobering up from guzzling down the wine minutes ago and if Lucious so much thought about doing anything sexual with her she wouldn't deny him, for her own pleasure not his, that's what she told herself.

"Cookie."

"I gotta go Carol. Bye." Cookie rushed her off the phone, applying a little more lip-gloss and a spray of perfume.

She saw her phone light up with five separate messages from Carol.

DO. NOT. FUCK. LUCIOUS. COOKIE.

She cut the phone off and walked towards the door, opening it.

"About damn time wom-" Lucious stopped mid-sentence taking in Cookies appearance, she hadn't changed like he hopped she would, that was going to make this conversation a lot harder than it was already going to be.

"What do you want Lucious?" She had a hand on her hip and her lips pursed, clearly not amused.

He didn't answer her, at least not with words. His mouth crashed onto hers and Cookie felt herself being pushed against her end table, Lucious hands grabbing her hips and sitting her on it, throwing her purse and some mail on the floor. Not once did Cookie resist him, in fact she pulled him closer to her, tongues fighting for dominance as Cookie clawed at Lucious' suit jacket removing it from his shoulders and onto the floor.