Okay so it's a little short but i felt it was necessary. WARNING: excessive makeout sessions

The roaring in his ears was pounding along with his heart. He could hardly breathe as he watched Haley cursing herself for revealing her secret. Before he could stop himself, he said the first word that came to his mind.

"Huh?"

"Nevermind," Haley said quickly, walking away. It took Nathan all of two seconds to shake motion back into his legs and run after her.

"No wait—" Nathan ran after her and barricaded her, "don't do this."

"No, it was stupid of me—I should have thought before I said anything," she shook her head, "lets just forget it? okay?"

"No," Nathan said vehemently, "I can't—I won't forget that."

"Please Nathan," Haley said turning away. The scene was so chillingly familiar that Nathan felt his blood run cold. His mind tried to figure out what he could possibly say to keep her from walking away and out of his life again. In typical physical Scott fashion, Nathan grabbed her wrist and pulled. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he tilted her chin so she was looking up at him, her eyes unreadable.

"I can't forget because I've been waiting twelve years for one of us to say those words," he growled.

"Oh so you think that just because I said them I'm going to fall into your arms and forget my other life?" she demanded.

"Yes," Nathan said capturing her lips with his own. The kisses on the court had been fun but this was something else entirely. This was twelve years of love that had been denied. Both were pouring everything into the kiss, clinging to each other equally.

Haley didn't remember much after that, until they were on Nathan's doorstep, he managed to get his keys out and unlock the door while still kissing her. Then she was up against the wall, her hands tangled in his hair. He tugged the zipper down on his jacket she was wearing and pushed it off her shoulders.

She broke the kiss for an instant to pull his t-shirt off. Throwing it aside, she felt his own hands fingering the hem of her t-shirt before pulling it over her head and throwing it aside. His rough hands didn't even pretend to be delicate as they pulled her closer.

Somehow they made it to the bedroom where they fell back onto the bed, the final pieces of clothing lying somewhere near the doorway.

"Brooke."

The name fell from Lucas Scott's lips as he looked at the woman in front of him. Dressed in a long black trench coat, her brown hair shorter, her eyes deeper, she looked at him mischievously.

"Hello Luca—" her welcome was cut off as Lucas pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers. Brooke didn't even bother to fight.

"Loved the last postcard," Lucas whispered into her mouth, "I missed you."

"You saw me a month ago," she said back, "but nice try."

As Lucas pushed off her coat and she tore off his shirt, the lights in the Café went out, masking their little make out session. What everyone in Tree Hill didn't know is that Lucas Scott had never really fell out of touch with Brooke Davis.

She credited him with her excellent grades in male anatomy.

Pushing her against the counter, his arms blocking any exit, he devoured her lips with his own, his bare skin against hers. Brooke gasped as his cold hands came in touch with her sides, he smiled against her lips and trailed his fingers gently against her sides.

"Now what would people think if they saw you and me doing it on the counter?" she asked wickedly, "your mother would loose a lot of business."

"That's why," he said scooping her into his arms, "I live upstairs."

Brooke laughed as he carried her up the stairs, kicking his door closed behind him. He laid her on the bed and kissed her even more deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the solitaire diamond on her left finger winking in the moonlight.

Haley looked out of the windows of Derek's high rise. She had gone back to tell him they couldn't be together. To tell him her heart belonged to Nathan. Now, she was waiting. Sitting across from him on a leather sofa, she looked at him careful, the dark wooden table between them holding the shimmering wedding ring.

"I never meant to hurt you," Haley said finally.

"I know," Derek said shaking his head. He stood up and walked to the window, "but you did. God Hales, you're an amazing person, that's why I love you. And if this other guy is going to make you happy then you should go to him."

Haley's head flew up and she looked at him, shock in her face.

"Thank you," she whispered. Her phone buzzed. Pulling it out, she would have slammed it shut but the number was unfamiliar, "Haley Jame—" she was cut off by Lucas's hysterical voice.

"Get back here."

"Lucas what's wrong?" Haley demanded, her blood going cold.

"Not over the phone, just get here as soon as you can."

"A-alright," she said as the phone went dead, "I have to get to Tree Hill," she said looking at Derek.

"My helicopter is on the roof," he said.

Far away, back in Tree Hill, Lucas closed his phone and gripped the blood-soaked hand of the

ambulance's other occupant while paramedics scrambled above them. Looking into agony glazed eyes, Lucas said a silent prayer to every God he could think of. The blue eyes rolled up as the machines wailed in response. Lucas felt his heart stop and gripped the hand tighter as paramedics rushed to revive.

"No no no," Lucas chanted, "Please God! No!"