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The Governors Daughter Takes a Bike Ride

Brooke yawned and stretched her arms as she made her way down the

stairs. She was greeted immediately with the fresh aroma of a traditional bacon, egg, and pancake Southern breakfast. Her parents were already seated at the dining room table, her mother reading the morning paper and her father chatting away on his cell phone.

"Morning, Mom", Brooke smiled, kissing her mother's forehead.

"Good morning, sweetheart. Have a seat. Can I fix you a plate?"

"I'm fine", the younger girl shrugged as she slapped some cream cheese

on a bagel and poured herself a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice.

"Another late night, working on the Gala?" She asked Brooke with a smile

"Yep." Brooke answered as she took a bite of her bagel.

Mary Davis poured herself another cup of coffee and took another look at her daughter, a closer look. It was the first time, since Nathan's death that her daughter looked happy. She had started smiling again, not the force smiles that she use to give them, but real ones. Her Brooke was back. Mary knew that her daughter would never forget what had happen but she had dealt with the hardships and now after all those months of turmoil Brooke looked like she had finally put all the demons to rest.

"I called your office last night to let you know that your father and I are going out of town but there was no answer. Were you at Mae's again?"

"Yes. We have tons of work to do before Christmas, for the Gala."

"Really? You've been spending a lot of time at Mae's lately. Almost every night."

"There's lots of work to be done."

"Are you sure that's all? Maybe your there because of Drew? It's okay to admit it honey he's a sweetie. I know you've been spending a lot of time with him and …"

Brooke raised an eyebrow as she saw her mother's eyes start to twinkle. "Mom…"

"What? Lucas is a nice boy and you two seem to have finally resolved your issues. I have to admit that I was worried about you spending so much time at the Scott's, especially after the whole boardroom showdown that you and Lucas had, but now…"

"Mom stop I know that you and daddy have this dream of the two family's merging together but it's never going to happen. Lucas and I are just friends. He needs some help with Drew and I'm helping him out. It means nothing. The last thing I want or need is another relationship, especially with Lucas Scott. So drop it."

Mary knew not to push her daughter any further. She always got the same expression on her face before she blew up. It was one that she was really familiar with; it was just like her husband's. Looking away suppressing the urge to press the issue she watched as her husband finished his phone call.

Mark Davis grinned broadly as he ended his call.

"Someone's in a good mood", Brooke teased.

Mark and Mary exchanged glances.

"Okay. What's up? What are you two up to?"

Mark took a deep breath."Honey, there is something we've been meaning to talk to you about. I

wanted to be absolutely sure of my decision before I informed you of it."

"What's going on, Daddy?"

"Well, I've talked it over with my advisors and your mother and I have decided to run for Governor of the great state of North Carolina", he

announced proudly.

Brooke was taken aback, totally blindsided by her father's high political aspirations.

"Well, what do you think, Brooke?" Mary asked hopefully.

Brooke shrugged."I think it's great. I'm kind of shocked but...go for it!"

"Really?"

"Sure. Why not? Daddy, you're honest and you love to help people and you're always doing things for the community. You have a lot of great

ideas on everything from education to the economy to health care. I think you'd make a great governor! Whatever you do, count me in. I mean it. Speeches and organizing fundraisers and campaigning...I'm there!"

"Thank you, Pumpkin", Mark smiled. "Your support and enthusiasm mean a deal to me."

"Just one question...what ticket are you running on?"

"I think my views and opinions mostly reflect those of the Republicans."

"Okay but Glamma is goanna have a fit!" Brooke chuckled.

"I can only imagine", Mary raised her eyebrows.

"Guys, I mean it", Brooke persisted "She's going to go off. You know she's a die hard Democrat! Her 'Vote For Kerry' sticker is covering her Vote For Gore' sticker which covers the two 'Vote for Clinton' stickers which cover the 'Vote for Dukakis and Mondale" stickers."

"I know", Mark sighed. "That's why I'm going to need your help with her. You know how...flamboyant your grandmother can get. I love my mother but the way she parades around town in flashy clothes acting like someone half her age...well, you get my drift, dear. This campaign means a lot to me. I'm going to give my all because I feel like this is truly my destiny and I can make a difference. I can't have any embarrassment or scandals or wild antics hindering me."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm asking you to take on the toughest job within my campaign...making sure your Glamma behaves."

Brooke took a deep breath. That would be a task in itself. "I'll try, Daddy but you know how she is. I mean, Glamma..."

""Okay, what's going on?" Glamma appeared in the kitchen. "My ears were burning and sure enough you're talking about me. What's the deal? Oh my god it's Brooke Davis, she's here. She's actually sitting at the table having breakfast with her family instead of being with the drooler."

Brooke rolled her eyes, ever since she started spending time with Drew at Mae's al her free time or as Olivia liked to call it Glamma time had been very limited, and Glamma was not happy.

"Well, Mother, Mary and I were just telling Brooke of my plans to run for governor." Mark said hoping to change the conversation. The last thing he wanted to deal with was one of his mother's rants. They could last hours.

"Governor of what?" Glamma bit into an apple.

"North Carolina."

Glamma's eyes widened then her face broke into a huge smile as she practically ran over and threw her arms around her only child.

"My boy is going to be governor! Oh my! I am so happy! Mark, this is the proudest day of my life! Your father is smiling down from Heaven. I can't believe it! We're going to live in the Governor's mansion and throw wild, elaborate parties. This year, the governorship and after that...the presidency! The sky is the limit!"

"I appreciate the excitement but slow down, Mom."

"Slow down? There's no time. We have so much to do! And I am on it! Let me go make a few calls. Howard Dean owes me a favor anyway and I

know John and Elizabeth Edwards would be thrilled to endorse you and..."

"Wait, Mom. I don't think that will be necessary. I don't think any of those people would want to endorse me."

"Why not? You're smart as a whip, cute as a button and you're my son. Let me take care of it."

"Mom, I am a registered Republican."

Mary held her breath as Brooke hid her smile by taking a huge bite of her bagel. There was silence as Olivia looked like she had just seen a

ghost. Her face went dangerously pale and she struggled to breathe, placing her hand over her heart.

"Mom!"

"Liv, are you alright?" Mary asked as the older woman grabbed onto a chair for support.

"Glamma, sit down. Here. Have some water."

Olivia took a sip and a few minutes to regain her composure.

"Maybe we should call a doctor..."

"Please", Liv whispered. "A heart specialist..."

"A heart specialist? Oh my God, Glamma! What's the matter with your heart?"

She looked sad and flushed before rolling up her newspaper and clocking her son across the head with it.

"It's broken! And while you're at it, call in a brain surgeon for a lobotomy on your idiot father! For Heaven's sake, Mark! Republican? What are you thinking? Where did I go wrong, Lord? Are you trying to put me in an early grave? This is about my money isn't it?"

Mark frowned as he straightened his tie.

"Very cute, Mother. Brooke, now do you understand why it's so important that this one behaves?"

"Behaves? Ha! I'm bad to the bone, boy and besides, I don't need to be looked after", Glamma scoffed.

"I just want to make sure your hijinks and shenanigans remain under control."

"What hijinks and shenanigans?"

"Like the little stunt you just pulled? We thought we were going to have to call 911."

"That was no stunt, son. I am terribly disappointed. You tell me you're a mass murderer? Okay, we all make mistakes. I'll get over it. But a Republican? Unforgivable!"

"Mother!"

"She'll be fine", Brooke giggled as she hugged her grandmother.

"You'll behave, won't you Glamma?"

"What? You mean no flashing my boobies at the GOP fundraisers?"

"Mom!"

"Olivia!"

"She's just kidding. Come on, Glamma. Stop being bad before you give Mom and Dad a stroke." Brooke grinned as she pulled her grandmother

away from the table and led her upstairs, turning back around to wink at her nervous parents.

"Glamma, did you see the look on Daddy's face?" she laughed. "You're terrible."

"I know", she smiled.

"I know you don't like Republicans and I know you like to live on the edge by the seat of your pants but can you kind of tone it down?"

"Just for them?"

"Yes. They're your son and daughter in law and my parents. We love them, remember? Besides, it's really important to him."

"Fine", she finally conceded. "No promises but I'll try to be good."

"Thank you", Brooke kissed her. "But nice work kidding around about flashing the Republicans."

"Kidding?"

"Uh oh. You were kidding...weren't you?"

"Maybe, maybe not", Glamma winked.

"Glamma!"

"Okay. Geez! You're no fun, love. Fine! I swear I will not flash the Republicans although it'll be their loss", she grinned as she pushed her boobs up. "These puppies still have bark in them yet."

"Brooke blushed as she rolled her eyes and laughed out loud. Only Glamma! She had a feeling the campaign was going to be quite an adventure.

"Hey Glamma, do you want to go out to dinner tonight? My treat anywhere you want to go."

Olivia smiled at her granddaughter. "Are you free? I mean do you actually have time to spend with your grandmother? I'm touched. What a privilege"

"Glamma…" Brooke said as she rolled her eyes.

"What all you do is spend time with that baby. I swear I never see you anymore. "

"Glamma come on. "

"No you come on. All you do is spend time with that baby."

"Glamma he is so cute. Come on don't be mad. Besides you've been spending all your time with Peyton. I don't even want to know what you two are up to."

"I'll never tell."

"Well I do have this evening free. What do you say dinner?"

"No can do girlie. Go spent time with the drooler I have a date with my own drooler."

"Oh you guys getting serious?"

"Hell No! But he actually spends time with me. He doesn't ignore me."

"Glamma! Look why don't you come with me next time I go see Drew? He's so sweet, I know you're going to love him."

"Are you kidding me? Me and Babies! The Glamma doesn't do babies. No way. Have fun playing mommy, nanny whatever it is. Leave me out of it. All I'm going to say is that I hopefully you're taking care of the uncle too, if you catch my drift." Glamma said adding a quick wink.

"Glamma."

"What? Brookie you know what I think you need to get laid pronto. Laid Brooke not playing nursemaid to a baby. Though maybe if you wear a sexy

Nurse outfit Lucas might just do the deed. Think about it Brookie, you and Lucas Scott."

"Glamma." Brooke screamed

"Oh god I know, I know... I swear Brooke you and your father are going to be the death of me. Your father a Republican, you a virgin. Where did I go wrong?"

Later On That Night…

Brooke came down the stairs and smiled as she eyed the sight before her. The house was dark and more important, it was silent. No laughter, no TV, no noise, no people...just peace. Exactly what the doctor had ordered. Her parents were off in South Carolina helping to kick off a Republican fundraiser while Glamma had decided to "entertain" as she put it, away with Mr. Rollibard for the weekend. Peyton and Jake were away as well and Erica and little Jenny were off with Erica's parents. So it was just Brooke, her silk pajamas, a good book and hot chocolate by the fireplace with a little soft jazz humming in the background.She made her a pallet of comfy blankets and got settled, preparing to never leave that spot the entire weekend. She was in desperate need of a stress reliever. Lately it was like her life had tail spun out of control. She was everywhere at once, everyone wanting a piece of her,demanding bits of her precious time.First, mourning Nathan's death and all the lies and drama that surrounded it. Then having to deal with yet another Scott brother in her life. Brooke loved her job at the Foundation but she was now willing to admit it was a lot harder than she thought it would be. It required a lot of time and focus. Add that to the stress of planning the Gala and all her volunteer work, not to mention and the impending duties of the upcoming campaign. Then there was Glamma and she was a full time job in herself. Brooke was happy with life but she forgot how good it felt just to have some alone time.

Just as she was getting into the good part of her novel, she heard it. A loud and jarring roar. Had it not been dead in the middle of winter, she would have sworn it was thunder. Peeking out the window, she saw the path of the headlight and sighed to herself. So much for peace and quiet, she thought to herself as she grabbed her robe. Those two adjectives did not apply when it came to Lucas Scott. Revving up the engine a bit before turning the bike off, Lucas removed his helmet and approached the front door. He rang the bell, patiently waiting for answer. She opened it arms folded, eyebrows raised.

"Mr. Scott, what a pleasant and noisy surprise", she stated. "What can I do for you this fine evening?"

He gave her a smile which only added to the sexiness of his aura.Normally the whole leather pants and jacket wearing biker in boots had an element of cheesiness to it. Not Lucas. He looked like something out of a movie. He looked sexy.

"You look like a little kid. Anyway I was just taking my baby out for a spin and wound up in your neck of the woods", he smirked. "So go get dress and let's get going. I don't have all day Princess."

"How come you're never just straight up?" she asked. "Nothing is ever just black and white with you. There always has to be a demand or a bet or a proposition. What gives, Scott?"

"Princess we made a deal remember? The resort, for a bike ride. I've waited long enough. You're not going back on your word, are you? You are still up for it?" he teased.

"Maybe". She half grinned

"You have to take a ride with me...on my bike...now."

He sat back and waited for the excuses to begin. She opened her mouth, with several on the tip of her tongue but something inside her decided to humor him.

"Okay", she shrugged.

"Okay?" he asked, a little taken aback.

"You heard me. Come in, have a seat and give me a few minutes to change."

Lucas smirked as he entered the lavishly decorated Davis home. He had never examined the inside before but it didn't matter. All the homes of the Tree Hill elite looked the same. Gorgeous mansion types, sitting on acres of land, with exquisite interior decor. He noted there were a lot of fresh flowers in the place and lots of art as well. He could appreciate a good piece of art so he walked around staring at the different works. Then his eyes caught sight of the numerous photographs. Brooke, her parents, Glamma...separate, together...whatever, it was too many pictures to count. Lucas paid particular attention to any one that had Brooke in it. It was a visual timeline of her from birth to the present and from childhood on, she had remained the same striking beauty. He studied her eyes and her smile. In person, she had a great smile. In pictures, it seemed a little too forced.

"Ready to roll, Biker Boy?" she asked, emerging from the stairs.

He turned and smiled and eventually laughed out loud.

"What?"

He could dig the hip hugging, low rider, tight black leather pants, designer tee shirt and leather jacket but the shoes had to go. Definitely.

"I take it you've never been on a real bike before, huh?"

"Maybe", she said, not knowing if she should be offended. "Why?"

"Nice outfit but uh...the shoes..."

""What's wrong with my shoes? They're Jimmy Choo's."

"They're going to get you killed. Princess, look at the heel on those things. I don't see how girls walk around like that. It's a wonder you don't break your necks. Anyway, it's not safe for my bike."

"Safe, huh?" she teased. "Now who has the excuses? Sorry Lucas, but you never struck me as an overcautious person. Live a little. Besides, what are you afraid of?"

He liked the challenging glint in her eye. No way would he be the oneto back down.

"Well after you, then, he said, holding the door open for her.

She locked up and he handed her the spare helmet that seemed to swallow her head. He helped her adjust it and then awkwardly mount the bike.

"You ready? Just remember, your body leans with my body and uh...hold on tight!"

She nodded and suppressed the urge to squeal as they took off. She was nervous and scared but excited all at the same time. It was a thrill feeling the cold, night hair against her body, barely being able to see the dark pavement in front of her. At times he would go too fast but she liked it. They rode and rode and it was like being one with nature. She had never experienced such a feeling of freedom before. It was almost like flying. And it was fun! If it were not required that she hold onto him, she would have loved to throw her arms in the air and just scream for the hell of it. Finally they diverted back onto the main road and Brooke had a new sense of sight thanks to the street lights. They cruised slowly down the normally busy but since deserted street. Each stop at the bunched up traffic lights, Brooke could feel the air being literally sucked out of her and as a reflex, her head would naturally jerk forward, causing her helmet to crash into his every time.

"Brooke!" he yelled the fifth time.

"What?" she screamed back. "I can't help it!"

He chuckled to himself. That was typical behavior from first time riders not used to controlling their bodily motions on a motorcycle. To his surprise, she had actually done pretty well for the first time. No screams or evident signs of panic and she held his waist just the right way. As they sat at a light in silence, both could feel the first few droplets of rain. It was funny, the weather report had predicted no such activity but the drops grew heavier and more frequent until soon the sky was showering the ground steadily. Brooke screamed. As they took off, the rain began to pound against her face and body. It actually hurt a little bit but truth be told, she sort of liked it.

"Hold on!" he warned.

The streets were filling with water, it was dark and slippery and they were wearing no protective gear. It was probably best to seek immediate shelter and Lucas could only think of one place close enough. A few minutes later, they arrived with a halt at the Scott beach house.

"What are we doing here?" Brooke asked.

"We should wait out the rain. This time of year it's easy for it to freeze on the roads."

She nodded and followed him inside. He turned on the lights and tossed her a towel from the downstairs linen closet. She removed her shoes and coat and toweled off her damp, brunette locks. Lucas noticed her shiver so he made a fire in the fireplace. The orange glow and simmering heat instantly calmed her. Brooke closed her eyes for a bit and when she opened them, he was right there beside her. She gasped. Lucas, the beach house, the fire...it was too much. It was just like her dream.