Author- Emily-Grace Mendes (Brookebynature)

Disclaimer- I don't own One Tree Hill, or the characters featured in this, apart from Brandon I guess.

A/N- I HUGE thank you to everyone who has ever reviewed this story, and I hate to let you guys know that this is the FINAL CHAPTER! Shock horror! lol. I figured this was the best place to end it, and I have to let you know, I didn't intend in the beginning, for the ending to be how it is. I didn't anticipate all of this happeneing, but I did, and this is the most relaistic thingI could have written.

So I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Just Watch Her Move

Chapter 10- The Goodbye

The loud, hard beats of Justin Timberlake's 'sexyback' filled the club as Lucas scanned the room, his blue eyes taking only a few seconds to find the woman he was searching for.

She had a red camisole on, teamed with the black jeans and stiletto heels she had been wearing the first night they met. He noticed the glass of scotch on the rocks set on the shiny metal bar, with none other than Brandon stood behind it.

Lucas settled himself into the crook of the couch, it's suede softness surrounding him as his eyes watered, looking at the television screen in front of him.

Brooke's gift, that she had told him was in the top drawer, was this video, and after holding her hand, while the peaks on that heart monitor gradually turned into one flat line, Lucas had allowed himself to cry until he fell asleep. He was woken, by a nurse after only a few minutes of sleep, when she reminded him about his gift.

His last words to her, had been that he loved her, and that he wished it hadn't happened like this. But it had, and he had to live on, carrying Brooke's spirit to help him along the way.

"I knew you'd regret those weeks of not seeing me so I made you this." Her sexy, raspy voice filled the room, speaking above the music, and Lucas found himself smiling.

The camera panned around the club as it zoomed in, until finally she came closer to the screen, close enough, Lucas imagined, that he could touch her, taste that shiny gloss she always wore on her lips, smell her perfume.

"You gotta admit I'm a good dancer" she giggled, Lucas' own light chuckling joining hers. He shook his head.

"Don't even shake your head, cos I know you think I am."

Lucas found himself looking around his living room, wondering whether this was all a hoax, and that she was, in fact, with him, and able to see what he was doing, able to let him know what she was thinking.

"You're a good dancer Brooke." he whispered the words until the camera angle changed, and showed the club without anyone in it.

"I always wanted you to see what it's like when it's empty." Brooke told him. "How calm and peaceful this place is."

He stared in wonder at the screen, amazed at how different such a place could be.

"You should come check it out sometime. Brandon says you can, don't you?"

The camera spun round and showed the bartender Lucas owed so much to, smiling and nodding.

"On one condition."

Brooke turned the camera back to herself, and shrugged, letting Lucas know that she didn't know what Brandon was going to say, or perhaps, do.

"You don't drink scotch."

Brooke was back on the screen, in a different outfit, but Lucas still admired her dress sense. Her hips were shaking to some music he hadn't heard before, but he wasn't taking much notice of the lyrics anyway. At least, not until he heard the words

I hope you had the time of your life.

Lucas felt the tears start to roll down his cheeks as the door opened, and in walked his brother, Nathan.

"You o.k man?"

Lucas put a finger to his lips as Brooke started to speak over the music.

"So Broody boy, you'd better not mope about cos I'll be watching." She let a little giggle escape her lips, and Lucas imagined her dimpled smile making him want to kiss her, and stare at her and scream that he loved her, all at the same time.

"But when you divorce Peyton, you gotta kick her ass with the settlement."

Lucas chuckled and spoke softly. "I'll do that Brooke."

The camera zoomed out and Lucas was left to stare at the screen as a new song came over the speakers, as Brooke ground her body to the beats, her eyes with their smudged eyeliner staring at him the whole time.

"What's all this?" Nathan asked, confused as to why his brother seemed to be staring at the beautiful dancer on the television screen.

Again, Lucas drew a finger to his lips. "Just watch her move."

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A/N- Just a little advertisment (once again lol) for my brand new story, entitled 'Play The Game' Please check it out, I'll post the first chapter tomorrow. Love you guys xxx