|Finding My Way Back
Author: davis-baker PM
No matter how hard he tried to trigger her memory, he would always fail and she would always think of herself as Brooke Davis, not Brooke Scott. BL! PLEASE R&R! Chapter 20! Complete!Rated: Fiction T - English - Brooke D. & Lucas S. - Chapters: 20 - Words: 34,928 - Reviews: 452 - Favs: 52 - Follows: 60 - Updated: 06-07-08 - Published: 01-13-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4009740
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A/N - Hi, it's me again. I know I shouldn't be making a new story, especially since I haven't updated A Bad Dream in a while, but I really wanted to write this and see where it goes. If you don't like it, just simply tell me that in a review. I know that this storyline has probably been used a lot, but I really wanted to write it.
Please, if you read, leave a REVIEW. Thanks in advance!
Finding My Way Back
Chapter 1 -
Her feet kicked around the moist sand. Everything in that moment felt perfect, like there was nothing she needed to worry about in life. When the time came for her to sit back in the driver's seat, the fairytale would have to end. Reality would eventually have to kick back in.
She stared at the never-ending darkness in the sky as she listened to the incoming waves crash along the shore and her feet. She couldn't see a thing around her, like the sky was enveloping her into a dark world.
She was literally fading into the dark. Her life was not the same as it had been nearly a week ago. The worst part was not knowing. Not remembering. And she hated that feeling.
She slipped her shoes back on and started trudging back to the car she had parked a few blocks away from the beach. The doctor's orders were to not drive for at least a month, but she couldn't sit at home anymore. She just couldn't deal with it all and escaping was her only answer. Her only solution.
Once in her car, she stared at herself in the rearview mirror. She trembled a little as her finger traced along a raw piece of skin and a scar. What scared her the most was that she couldn't remember anything about that night. Or the nights -and days- prior to that, either.
She pulled into the driveway of a fairly large house, as she learned a few days ago this was where she had been living for quite some time.
She knew he would be mad. She had been going out of the house late at night every day since the accident and he never approved.
Lucas Scott. That was his name. And his was supposedly her husband. She knew that by her not remembering, he was dying inside more and more each day.
She had forgotten her keys again so she had to ring the bell; she only hoped he wasn't sleeping.
Within no time, a tired looking blonde appeared at the door.
"Brooke, thank god you're okay. You can't keep doing this, you heard the doctor."
"I'm sorry." She replied awkwardly, stepping into the house.
The t.v. was on and there was a mug on the coffee table, evidence that he had stayed up to make sure she came back. He always did that. And that showed he cared. Of course he does, She would remind herself, he's your husband, remember?
Lucas ran a hand through his hair, thinking of the right words to say. "It's fine, it's fine. You're back now so we'll just talk about this in the morning. Or I guess in this case, the afternoon." He added after looking at his watch. 2:37. She had been out of the house for nearly four hours. "Why don't you go to sleep? You must be tired."
"Yeah. Yeah, I am. Goodnight."
"'Night." He mumbled and finished off with a sigh.
No matter how hard he tried to trigger her memory, he always failed and she would always think of herself as Brooke Davis, not Brooke Scott.
"You okay?" Lucas nudged Brooke as they walked out of the hospital. Nathan and Haley just had their third child and Lucas and Brooke came to visit them.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Seeing Nate and Hales have their third child, just, I don't know, makes me want to have a baby, too." She admitted slightly embarrassed.
Lucas stopped abruptly and took her hands in his. "You want to have a baby?"
She nodded as he continued. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know. I just figured that since you didn't mention it, you didn't want to have one."
"Well, Brooke Scott, I would love to have a baby with you." He leaned in to kiss her on the lips and she giggled but eventually eased into his touch.
They both didn't care how extremely cheesy it was that they were having this whole conversation in the parking lot of the Tree Hill Hospital. All that mattered was that he loved her, and she loved him. They were happy. And happiness and each other were all they needed.
Lucas snapped out of his daze and turned off the t.v. If only things would just go back to that moment right there. Where everything seemed so happy, so simple, so perfect.
He rinsed off the mug of coffee, locked the front and back door, and finally retreated upstairs for some much needed sleep. Before going into the bedroom, though, he slipped through the guest room, first making sure Brooke was asleep. She was, luckily.
He always loved watching her sleep. He could sit there for hours doing so, in fact there was one time he actually did. She had caught a cold and was extremely tired, and he, being the best husband ever, had made sure he took good care of her. And he did, watching her every move, that included her in her sleep state.
Even now, with a line of stitches on her chin and forehead, he still looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
He walked over to her carefully, making sure not to wake her, and kissed her cheek.
"Goodnight, babe." He whispered.
Unfortunately, while she was sleeping was the only time he got to make any physical contact with her. When they had first gotten home from the hospital after the accident, he had wrapped an arm around her and she freaked out and told him to never do that again.
He shook his head sympathetically and walked out of the room.
Once his head hit his pillow, his thoughts were immediately brought back to his wife. Every night while waiting to fall asleep he did the same thing.
He silently wished to himself that the next day when he woke up in the morning, he'd find Brooke curled up in his arms. And she'd remember. She'd remember everything about herself, her life, and him. And then they'd live happily ever after.
Only time would tell.
A/N - Any good?
Not sure when the next update will be, because I am loaded with school work and I still need to update A Bad Dream (which I am not giving up on!), but if I get a good amount of reviews there's no reason why I won't update.
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