Author Notes: This is my first Reba story. I'm so excited to see who reads/who doesn't, who likes/who doesn't. I hope it's all positive and you people are just happy that I finally posted something.
Dedication: To Maggie, for inspiring me to write this.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the person who owns them...and that person isn't me.
Spoilers: Episode "Couple's Therapy" from season 4. It's where Brock and BJ realize that Reba is one of their main problems and so their therapist asks to talk with Reba and he asks her and Brock if they still have feelings for each other.
"I don't want to come home and find my husband fixing my sink!" Reba said forcefully.
"Don't you mean your ex-husband?" The therapist asked.
"Ok...ha ha ha, point for you."
"For a woman who's moved so far past 'on' that a pretty strange slip."
"Not so strange when he's practically living at my house!" Reba said defensively.
"Yeah, to be with the kids." Brock said.
"There not the only ones living there."
"Well, I didn't know it was such a big deal!"
"How could you not know?! You think I like setting an extra place at the dinner table or being a fourth for pictionary and having to watch you victory dance because I got stuck with Jake!"
"I thought we were getting along great." He said, confused.
"Then what's the problem?"
"That's the problem!" She yelled and there was a pause, as Reba slowly filled her lungs back up.
"Go on." Dr. Morgan said quietly.
Reba looked from him to Brock. "I don't want to get along that well. Not after you told me you made a mistake when you left me."
"You told me that door was closed."
"There shouldn't even be a door. There should be a brick wall with a big old fence around it! Whatever it takes to keep you out of my living room so I don't have to think about what it was that made it so good." Reba's voice got quieter.
"Oh." Brock mumbled.
"I hate to tell you this Reba, but open or closed there will always be a door there whether Brock and Barbra Jean get back together or not."
Reba looked from him to Brock and was close to tears. "You know what, I just want to get out of here." She grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
"One last question." Dr. Morgan said, stopping her. There was a pause. "Do you two still love each other?"
Reba stood in the doorway dumbfounded. Brock looked at her. She got lost in his eyes, something that hadn't happened to her in so long. Butterflies filled her stomach and she swallowed past the lump in her throat. The therapist stood in the background but neither of them noticed. He was merely just an outline. Just something that sparked their continuously deep stare at each other.
"Oh, hey Reba." A familiar, once annoying voice sounded and made her detatch her stare.
"Barbra Jean." She said uneasily. Reba looked back at Dr. Morgan and then at Brock. Her mouth was slightly open, still in somewhat shock from the question. Brock looked at her with those eyes of his. Once again, she got lost, not knowing what to say. She had hidden her true feelings all these years and she just had the chance to express them but now it was too late. His wife was there, the girl he left her for. The woman he belonged to now.
"I have to go." She said sadly, tearing up, and broke her stare again.
"Reba." Brock said and stood up, but it was too late. Reba was out the door. She was gone. He paused a minute and then looked at Dr. Morgan. He nodded, knowing what his patient was thinking. Brock looked at Barbra Jean. "I'm sorry." He said and ran out the door.
He got to the parking lot where he saw Reba starting her car.
"Reba!" He called and ran to her vehicle. She was pulling away. "Reba!" He said again. She looked out her window and saw him. He was chasing after her. She had wanted him to do this since she had kicked him out so long ago. And then she would stop and fall into his arms and they would be together again. Now, all she could think of doing was to keep driving.
She arrived at her house, in tears, and walked into the kitchen where her oldest daughter, Cheyenne was reading a magazine. Cheyenne didn't bother to look up to see her mother.
"Mom, I have to go run some errands later, do you mind watching Elizabeth? She's fast asleep and should stay-" Cheyenne looked up. Reba was wiping away her tears with a dish towel. "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Reba said, hiding it.
"Did you just come from Dad's therapist? I...well, what happened..." She asked, concerned.
Reba shook her head and threw the dish towel down on the counter. "Your father..."
"Reba!" A man's voice called from the front door. Brock appeared in the kitchen a few seconds later.
"What are you doing here?!" Reba said, in shock.
"Something I should have done a long time ago." He said, out of breath.
"I'm just gonna go check on Elizabeth." Cheyenne said and jolted out of the room.
"I'm not letting it end like this."
"When is it ever going to end Brock?" She said, starting to cry again.
"I still love you Reba." He admitted.
"YOU BROKE MY HEART!!!" She yelled, tears streaming down her face. There was silence. This was her chance to say it all. This was her chance to just lay it all out on the table, to let him hear what he needed to hear. "You lied to me, you cheated on me, you left me."
"You kicked me out!"
"That's not the point!!!" She yelled back. "You hurt me. And these past couple of weeks you've been hanging around here like it used to be. I don't want it to be like it used to be!!"
"Why not?" Brock questioned.
"Because! I'm afraid ok!"
He looked at her in silence. Both their faces were blood red and he was almost in tears, like her.
"You're afraid that if things go back to normal then I'll hurt you again, is that it?"
Reba looked at him, in those big eyes of his. The eyes she fell in love with all that time ago.
She shook it off. "This is ridiculous." She said. "This can't happen Brock. You are married to Barbra Jean. You have a child with her. I told you that if you walked out that door, it wouldn't be open for when you wanted to come back."
"Reba, I made a mistake."
"Well it was a big mistake! A really big one!! And I don't think it's worth forgiving." She lied.
"Is that how you really feel?"
Reba was silent. They looked at each other for a long time, both in tears, and then someone walked in the back door to the kitchen. It was BJ.
"What was that about Brock?" She asked. Then she realized that she was interrupting something, again. Her newly found friend, Reba, was in tears and so was her husband. "What's going on?"
"Barbra Jean, you and I need to talk." Brock said. "I mean, really talk."
"Ok." She said uneasily, not sure of what was to come.
Brock turned to Reba. "I'm fixing my mistakes." He said and headed out of the door, BJ following him.
Reba sat on the front porch, on the glider and stayed there. She was supposed to be fixing dinner for her family but she didn't want to move. She was looking at the sunset and how beautiful it was. She wondered how something could be so continuously amazing. How could something rise and set everyday without question? How could it not fall apart? Because the world depended on it. Just like her used to be marriage. Her world had depended on Brock and her family. It was rising and setting along the lines of 'white picket fences and homemade goodies'. Everything had been perfect....until it all came crashing down. Now the question the sun be restored, and save her world?
Author: Hey!!! How'd ya like the first chapter? There will be more, I promise! Review!!