Author- Emily-Grace Mendes (Brookebynature)

Disclaimer- I don't own Brooke, Lucas, or unfortunately for me, Tree Hill.I do however own this computer, and this story :)

A/N- A huge thank you for the reviews you guys left me, I really appreciate them. I think I did well in getting this chapter to you quickly. Perhaps I deserve lots of extra reviews...Hope you enjoy xxx

Just Watch Her Move

Chapter 8- No Promises

"Promise me you're not going anywhere." his eyes were almost pleading with her, silently of course, because obviously eyes don't speak. Her expression had been one of helplessness and hope at the same time, but there wasn't a hint of reassurance there.

"How can I do that Lucas? You know I can't."

He did know, but that wasn't what he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear her raspy voice tell him that of course she wasn't going anywhere, that she was going to beat this because she could fight it. She was stronger than the cancer.

"What about the chemo? You could always give it a try."

"Lucas don't" She sighed, the tiredness in her voice evident as she tried to make him understand that she would die, with or without chemo.

"It would give you a few extra months Brooke, maybe even a year."

"I don't want to okay? I'm tired as it is, I'll only be worse."

"I could help you" he started "I could move in or you could move in with me. We'd get through it together."

"Lucas you're not listening to me." It hurt her every time she had to tell him that his idea was no use, that it wasn't going to change her mind. She knew that the more time she spent with him, the worse he'd be when she was gone. That's what she hated most: the thought of leaving him.

The room had been silent for a few minutes until the doctor walked in, notes in hand, telling Brooke that she would be able to go home, but only if there was someone there with her.

"I'll be there." Lucas jumped in before Brooke had even time to protest. Still, her apartment beat the drab hospital room. The chest infection that had caused Brooke to be admitted to hospital was gone, therefore her lungs were clearer, enabling her to breathe without difficulty.

It angered Lucas now, to see people with cigarettes in hand, taking drag after drag, without consideration for others around them, others that were affected by passive smoking. Others who included Brooke.

"Where's your car keys?" she asked Lucas as he carried her things out of her room and along the corridor, her hands searching his back pockets. "Never mind, I got them."

Brooke dangled the keys in front of his face, one eyebrow raised, just like she always did when she knew he would oppose whatever it was she had in mind.

"Brooke no."

"C'mon, I haven't driven a car in ages."

"That's because you're not allowed to drive." Lucas whispered as they walked past the nurses station, Brooke skipping along beside him as if she hadn't just spent the past few weeks in hospital.

"So? I wasn't allowed to drink when I was in high school but I still did that." She leant in closer to him, close enough so that she knew he could smell her perfume. "And I bet you did too."

Lucas rolled his eyes in defeat, knowing all too well that Brooke wouldn't be a normal driver, and that her idea of staying on her side of the road would be driving in the middle until she was forced to return to her side by a car driving in the opposite direction.

But he got a pleasant surprise when Brooke exited the parking lot at a safe speed, turning onto the road only after checking both wing mirrors as well as the rear view. However, it was then that the car's acceleration was pushed to the limit, a huge smile on Brooke's face as she pressed the accelerator pedal to the floor.

"Brooke you might wanna……."

"Is Broody scared of going a little fast on the high way?" Brooke interrupted, a dimpled smirk on her face as she glanced over at Lucas who looked as if he wanted to jump out of the car.

"No, I just don't like……" He shut his eyes as Brooke weaved in between two cars, gulping until he felt her steady the wheel. "Driving dangerously."

"This isn't dangerous." She giggled. "I'm just testing the car."

"Why would you need to test it?"

"I wanted to see if it actually moves in fifth gear."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Lucas asked as he let himself relax a little.

"You don't drive very fast." Her eyes were sparkling now, and Lucas knew he couldn't stop her from having fun. "In fact, you drive really really slowly."

"Who would you take the piss out of if you hadn't met me?" Lucas chuckled.

Brooke slammed the brakes on as they reached a lay-by. Pulling the car over as she turned to face Lucas properly.

"Your turn."

"What?"

"It's your turn to drive now. And I don't mean like how you usually do."

"You're crazy!" Lucas exclaimed. "There's no way in hell I'm doing what you just did."

But a few seconds later, he found himself sat behind the steering wheel, his hands shaking as he gripped the leather, but still, he had to admit that driving like this was thrilling.

"You love it don't ya?"

He could tell she had one eyebrow raised, he didn't even need to look at her to know that. But still, he did, because looking at Brooke made him realise what life was about: fun.

"You're always so sure of yourself." Lucas mused, waiting for another of her witty comments.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love this feeling."

He turned to face Brooke just as she had instructed, a smile forming on his lips. "I don't love this feeling."

"Liar."

They left her things in his car, they didn't matter right now. Not when her lips were on his, her hot breath against his skin as she waited for him to unlock her door, the key in his hands being rammed into the lock without hesitation.

"I definitely missed doing this." He mumbled into her ear as she backed up against the couch.

"We could have done it in there."

Lucas broke away to look at her, wondering if she really was serious. She was.

"You're crazy."

"Is that a bad thing?"

Lucas shrugged "I guess not. Not for you anyway."

"Craziness gets you everywhere in life." She tried to kiss him again, but Lucas argued his point, that maybe she was wrong.

"So being sensible gets you nowhere?"

"I didn't say that." Brooke paused, pulling her top down a little to cover her stomach fully. "But being crazy gets you a hell of a lot more than being sensible does."

"Like jail maybe."

She shook her head, that ever present smirk on her face. "No not like jail. But if you're crazy, if you don't care too much, then you take the chances that you get. Chances that don't always get again."

"Chances like this?" Lucas asked, pressing both his lips and the rest of his body up against Brooke's tiny form. She nodded her head beneath him as he kissed his way along her collarbone and back up her neck, settling on slightly sucking the spot just below her earlobe, the same place which made shivers go down her spine the last time.

She started to remove his clothing frantically as she lost herself in the feel of him, until Lucas caught her hands, holding them beside her lightly.

"Just go steady." he repeated what she'd told him the last time they did this, one of only a few moments like this they would be allowed to share.

She nodded her head again feeling the weight of her body decrease as he kissed her once more before tantalizingly slowly removing her top, undoing the zipper carefully to reveal a red tank top. There was something about the colour red on Brooke which made him want to stare at her in silence and kiss her passionately all at the same time.

He caught her as her legs gave way underneath her, her eyes wanting to shut while her arms felt heavy, and lead-like. It was the third time it had happened in the past few days, and despite her protests that she was fine, just a little tired, Lucas knew otherwise.

"Brooke we need to go to the hospital."

She simply nodded, no arguing, no lying this time. She knew just as well as he did, and if anything, things there would be better. At least the doctor could take the pain away.

"I could drive?"

"You are definitely not driving." he allowed himself to laugh just a little when she pouted, making sad eyes at him in a bid to get what she wanted.

"Maybe I should have nicknamed you moody instead of broody."

"It doesn't quite have the same ring to it."

She giggled a little, but he knew it was fake. He knew she was forcing herself to be happy, when all she wanted to do was curl up and sleep. But Brooke lived for fun, and Lucas knew she would squeeze every last ounce of it out of what time she had left.

He held the keys out in front of her and gave a small smile. "I love the feeling."

She smiled, a smile that he hadn't seen before, and he couldn't decide why it was different. His voice caught in his throat when he looked at the keys again, and then back at her, whispering "You drive."

Jesus Christ, I nearly made myself cry when I re-read that lol. please review guys xxx