Authors: Ashley the Fabulous and Brittney The Amazing! (Aka, AshleyMac and Alyson Teague)!
Pairings: Way too confusing to explain now. Mostly Rachel/Peyton and Alex/Brooke centric with some Anna/Haley, Summer/Mouth and Marissa/Nikki. Just trust us, it's going to be awesome.
Disclaimer: We own nada. Not the song it's named after, not the shows.
Authors Notes: This is a crossover of OTH and The OC. If you know one show but not the other don't fret, we'll make it simple enough to understand.
Summary: It's Newport vs Tree Hill in the NCA National Cheerleading Competition. Who will take the title? Watch out Los Angeles, there's about to be a storm. Slashness! Woot!

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"Rachel! You. Look. Fine." Peyton said slowly, attempting to drag her roommate away from the giant mirror that hung on the wall in their room. They were already three minutes late for the Captains meeting, and the red head was still applying that god damn cherry lip-gloss like there was no tomorrow. Peyton sighed in frustration. "We're in a hotel full of girls, why do you have to look so great anyway?"

Rachel just shrugged, finally capping the tube of gloss and dropping it into her bag. Turning to her blonde companion she smirked, raising her hands to her hips. "Jeez Peyton, can we go now or what? You know that we're already..." She trailed off, looking down at her perfectly shiny pink and silver Fossil watch. "...Four minutes late!"

Peyton just glared at her before grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her toward the door. "I swear to god the person that made me have to share a hotel room with the likes of you is going to get his ass kicked before this competition is over!"

"Ooh," Rachel drawled. "Hot, Angry, Ass-kicking Peyton Sawyer. Now that I'd like to see." Peyton looked back at her, and if looks could kill Rachel Gattina would be six feet under and pushing up daisies.

At the same time next door, Brooke and Alex were rushing around in a frenzy.

"Aha!" Brooke said, sitting up from her position of looking under the bed, a triumphant smile on her face.

"My key?" Alex asked hopefully, riffling through the drawers of the dresser.

"Nope," Brooke smirked. "My bra."

Truth be told, the two of them had made the best of those last five minutes before they were to be at the meeting. Even the two minutes after they were supposed to be there. Brooke skillfully slipped her bra on without taking off her shirt, and watched as her girlfriend flitted around the room in search of her room key.

Sneaking up behind her, Brooke wrapped her arms around Alex's waist, slipping the card into the blonde's front pocket. "Looking for this?" She asked, dropping a light kiss on the blonde's tanned shoulder. Alex turned and kissed her girlfriend lightly on the lips.

"You're Evil."

"Nah, I just like to watch you freak out." Brooke winked, as she dragged Alex by the waist to the door. "Now I know it's all cool to be fashionably late, but I think we may be pushing it."

Alex just nodded and allowed her to be dragged through the door and into the hallway. Brooke's arms were still around her waist, and Brooke was still kissing her neck and shoulders, so neither of them was really watching where they were going.

Of course, they ran smack into someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Brooke said, releasing Alex and turning around to apologize. Her jaw nearly hit the floor as her eyes went wide and she just kind of stood there.

"Brooke."

"Peyton."

"Ohmigod!" Brooke screamed, snapping out of it and throwing her arms around the blonde's neck, hugging her former best friend as tight as she possibly could. "Ohmigod P Sawyer I love you!"

Peyton laughed, her arms wrapped tightly around Brooke's waist as she picked the shorter girl up and spun her around. "I love you too, Brookie!" She said, setting her down with a smile as the two looked each other up and down.

"Gosh, Pey, you're even more beautiful than last time I saw you!" Brooke giggled, playfully slapping the other girl on the thigh. The two of them were gawking and giggling not realizing that they had somewhere they needed to be until someone cleared their throat.

"Oh!" Brooke said, spinning around to see Alex, arms crossed over her chest, eyebrow rose in question. It wasn't everyday that her girlfriend practically had sex with a total stranger in the middle of a hotel hallway.

"Alex," Brooke said, stepping back up to her girlfriend and entwining their fingers. "This is my bestest friend in the whole wide world Peyton! Remember I told you about her?" Alex then remembered how for the first two weeks she'd known Brooke all she'd talked about had been "Peyton this..." and "Peyton that..."

"Of course, hi." Alex smiled. "I'm Alex, Brooke's girlfriend."

She's expected Peyton to gasp, or glare, or at least raise an eyebrow. But the other blonde just nodded and gave a little wave saying "Hey Alex, good to meet you, I'm Peyton."

The door to Peyton's room opened and out walked Rachel.

"Hey Peyton I forgot that we..." She looked up, and instantly her eyes locked with the familiar blue ones of Alex. Both girls' mouths opened and closed several times, while Peyton and Brooke just stood there watching them.

"Alex." Rachel said.

"Rachel." Alex nodded.

"Rachel." Brooke growled.

"Brooke." Rachel said.

"What?" Peyton asked, finally interrupting their little session of 'The Name Game.'

Peyton's POV

Brooke, in the same hotel, same floor. This is like the best thing ever. I've missed her so much. Hmm...that blonde girl doesn't seem so happy about me hugging Brooke. What's up with that.

"Alex," Brooke said turning to the other blonde, "this is my bestest friend Peyton. Remember I told you about her."

"Of course, hi," the girl said as she smiled, "I'm Alex, Brooke's girlfriend."

"Hey Alex, good to meet you, I'm Peyton." I said with a little wave. Wait. Did she just say girlfriend? Whoa. Interesting, guess that explains making out with Bevin and Kelly and Izzie, the obsession with Jordana Brewster. Damn too bad I didn't notice this before, we could have had a lot of fun.

Gosh what is taking Rachel so long. "Hey Peyton I forgot that we..." Rachel started as she finally came out of the room. But then she just stopped and stared at Alex. Kinda rude if you ask me. Rachel looked like a deer caught in headlights. Something I had never witnessed from the red head.

"Alex." Rachel said. Wow she sounds so, nervous, yeah that's it. This girl has never been nervous.

"Rachel." Alex nodded. Hold on they know each other? Well I guess that makes sense. Rachel is from there right? I really don't know enough about this girl. God look at her still a dear in headlights. What is the story here.

"Rachel." Brooke growled. Haha good old Brooke. She's always hated Rachel.

"Brooke." Rachel said not taking her eyes away from this Alex girl.

"What?" I asked getting damn tired of this name game. There is something very Twilight Zone-ish going on here and I haven't got a clue what it. I hate not knowing.

Brooke leaned up and whispered something in Alex's ear causing Alex to say that they had to get going.

"You guys are captains too?" I asked when I noticed they were going in the same direction as Rachel and I.

We all got into the same elevator and Rachel immediately went and stood in the back corner. Brooke and I caught up as much as we could she told me about how it was living in Cali and I filled her in as much as I could about Tree Hill. Rachel was oddly silent the entire ride down. She really looked like she had seen a ghost. I was really starting to worry about her. And Alex, well she just kept looking over at Rachel and then looking away quickly so no one would notice. But I saw. Because I'm quick like that. Can't get anything past me. Nope not ever.

Rachel POV

Shit shit shit. Peyton is going to kill me. She can count on me to make us more late because I forgot my key. That girl...she's kinda slow. We're in a hotel full of girls why wouldn't I get all dolled up. Girls are hot. I like girls. Wow... totally just sounded like a horny teenage boy. Gross. I hate when that happens. Key where are you? Mr. Key come out come out where ever you are! Oh look here you are you pesky thing. Ok, so now I'm talking to a hotel key. I'm not crazy at all. Nope. Well maybe a little bit. Alex Kelly. She pops into my head again. Shecan't be here. That couldn't be her that I saw in the lobby. Probably just wishful thinking. But no that can't be it either. I don't ever want to see her again. That's only natural right? Not wanting to see your first love the one who broke, no, more like shattered your heart into millions of little pieces. That's normal. It has to be. But never the less she is here.

I should have figured she would be. I guess you can run from the past but never escape it. But hey what are the chances of actually having to see her face to face and spend time around her. Not very high. So I'll be fine

Ok so I have my key. I better get out of this room before Peyton has a melt down out there waiting on me. She really is kinda hot when she's all mad. Truth is I'd love to watch her kick someone's ass as long as it isn't mine.

Hmm...she could go all Buffy on someone. Now that'd be hot. Ok, Rach, mind out of the gutter. I wonder if she remembers that we have that team meeting with Taylor after this captain meeting I bet she forgot. I mean I almost did.

"Hey Peyton I forgot that we..." I said as I was walking out the door. Before I could finish the sentence I saw her standing there. I got lost in those blue eyes. Those eyes that had drawn me in since the minute I met her. Those same blue eyes that were so cold all those months ago when she shut me out, shattering my heart in the process. But there's something different about those beautiful blue eyes. The coldness has been replaced by something and if I didn't know better I'd say it was... regret?

"Alex," was all I could manage to say, my eyes not moving from hers.

"Rachel." She acknowledged with a nod.

"Rachel," my name came seething from Brooke's lips. What's her deal anyway? She's holding on to Alex's hand. They must be together now. Go figure.

"Brooke," I said still not removing my gaze from Alex's eyes.

"What?" Peyton asked. Poor girl is totally confused. I can hear it in her voice. This is going to be a fun one to explain.

"Alex?" Brooke whispered in her ear. Or at least that's what I think she said.

"Yeah, we should go," Alex answered finally breaking the gaze we had. She turned and walked toward the elevator.

"You guys are captains, too?" Peyton asked them. She really isn't the quickest person ever. But who really cares.

ALEX POV

Rachel. Rachel Gattina. At nationals. In this hotel. In this hallway! Yes, the PTB are definitely out to get my ass on this one. Do people enjoy watching me suffer? Seems to be a common theme in my life.

When I moved to the OC from Los Angeles, Rach was like, the first person to think "Hey, new girl with tatoos, a drug addiction, and a bad attitude. AWESOME!" And I clung to her for that reason. She was my friend for a while when everyone else thought I was just trailer trash from LA.

So when she had the drunken epiphany and started questioning her sexuality, I figured I would do what she did for me - be there for her. I'd help her figure out her problems with sex, like she'd helped me with school by being my friend. At the time, and in my head, it made perfect sense.

Until we started having sex.

Lots of sex.

Like, rabbits and mormons had nothing on us.

It got so bad that we would start ditching classes to fix our needs in school, or her needs at least. I always had a pretty good handle on my sex drive. But after a while, a few weeks or so, things started to get complicated.

The once popular, sassy, good-girl-with-attitude had started to become like me. Staying out late, drinking, partying having pointless hookups with total strangers. When she started experimenting with drugs, that's when I knew this had to stop. We had to stop. I couldn't drag the only person who'd ever really cared about me down to my level.

So I pushed her away. Didn't take her calls, ignored her in class, whatever it took to get her to go back to her world and leave mine. It wasn't that I didn't want her. God, sometimes I wanted her so badly I could taste her, feel her lips on mine, her breath in my ear. But you know what they say. If you really love someone, you've got to let them go.

"Alex?" I hear Brooke's voice in my ear, so loving and concerned that I almost feel guilty for having thought all those thoughts about Rachel. I'm with Brooke now. I love her more than anything, I know that, and she knows that. Rachel Gattina is my past, but Brooke Davis is my present, future, and only.

"Yeah, we should go." I say, tearing my eyes away from Rachel and turning to Brooke, with one of my 'I'm okay, don't ask me what's wrong' smiles that she knows so well. Sometimes I'm a stubborn as she is, which is a feat in itself really.

"You guys are Captains, too?" Peyton asks as we all start heading toward the elevator, and I can't help but wonder is she and Brooke used to have something. They seem to have that natural chemistry, the kind that can go on for years with thousands of sexual undertones. Looking closely at her without being too obvious I notice that she is very pretty. A head of bouncy blonde curls and big hazel eyes just full of pain and anguish.

She must be an artist.

Brooke and Peyton are chatting animatedly next to me as we step into the elevator and ride down the twenty-seven floors to the lobby. Rachel is starring down at her perfectly manicured toes, with polish that matches the bright blue of her freakishly clean blue Old Navy Flip Flops.

I'm over her. I swear.