Hey guys! I know I said that there would be a couple more chapters left, but I decided to turn that couple into one. So, here is Chapter 21, your final chapter.

I wanted to thank ALL of you that have reviewed and read my story. Thank you for your motivation and support. It has meant so much to me and I greatly appreciate it, especially now.

Now, without further ado, here is Chapter 21, the final chapter. You will finally get your Happy Brathan After…I know tons of you have been waiting for this moment. Hope you guys like the ending! Enjoy!


"Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone, and do not be troubled about the future, for it has yet to come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering." –Ida Scott Taylor


"Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha!"

There in her bedroom, stood Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer, in a black Fall Out Boy t-shirt and dark blue boy brief underwear. She was dancing around like a crazy hoodlum, singing loudly into her pink "microphone" hairbrush. The sight was far from entertaining, especially for one Nathan Scott.

"Well, well, well…look what we have here…Sawyer, if I had known you were going to become the next Spice Girl I definitely wouldn't have dumped you in high school," he chuckled, amusement evident in his voice.

She instantly stopped moving at the sound of his voice and stood in shock, her mouth wide open and her cheeks turning into bright strawberries.

"What the hell are you doing here?!?! Knock much?" Sarcasm certainly dripping from her words.

"Well, I definitely wouldn't miss seeing America's Next Idol perform…especially in that outfit," he joked, mock checking her out.

His words seemed to snap the blonde out of her daze. She rolled her eyes, picked up the near pillow, and hit him in the head.

"Shut up, you perv. Oh, and by the way, I dumped you in high school." Smirking, she walked into her closet, looking for a pair of pajama pants, deciding that exposing her underwear wasn't such a good idea. "What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be in New York? If I do recall correctly, you were in search for a certain Brooke Davis."

Nathan's face suddenly turned serious and miserable. "Well, let's say Mission Brooke was a failure."

Peyton poked her head out. "What?! What did you do?"

"Why does everyone always assume I did something wrong? I didn't do anything…I explained, I apologized, I begged, I told her that I love her and only her…but Peyt, it wasn't enough."

"What do you mean it wasn't enough? She loves you! You love her! It's like a freakin math equation! One plus one equals two, not one!"

"Yeah, well not in this case. One Brooke plus one Nathan equals one lonely Nathan."

"I always knew I hated math," Peyton grumbled.

Despite their situation, Nathan couldn't help but laugh. Peyton Sawyer getting stressed out was hilarious. "Peyt, it's okay. She's running…she's scared and I understand that. I just wish I could get her to understand that I'm not going to hurt her and that I love her too much to let her go."

"Actually, I disagree." He looked up at her inquisitively. "I think she knows that you won't hurt her and that you love her too much to let her go. That is why she is running away and that is why she is blocking you out and not admitting how she feels. This isn't about you, Lucas, Shelly, Aaron, Bob, Moe, or Curly. This is about her. And this…thing between the two of you will only get resolved when she learns how to overcome those fears." She nodded her head as if agreeing with herself.

Nathan stared at her blankly. "How is it that someone who jumps around singing Spice Girls can come up with that," he motioned his hands around, "in one second?"

She smirked. "I'm brilliant. Deal with it."

He rolled his eyes and pretended chocking. "Ego…suffocating…"

"Ah, get over yourself, Scott. No wonder Brooke doesn't want you."

His joking finally stopped and he ended up glaring at her. Looks like I hit a nerve, she thought.

They were both silent for a while, her staring at her new heart pajamas and him staring out the window.

Then out of the blue, he spoke up. "I told her that I wouldn't wait forever. I told her that I knew she was running and that I would be here when she figured out her emotions but that I wouldn't wait forever."


"That's all bull. I would wait forever. I would wait for her till the second I died if that meant that we could be together just for one moment."

Peyton's heart broke at his words. Her two best friends had gone through so much and hearing Nathan's words right now made her pray to God that Brooke would come to her senses soon. She couldn't stand seeing her friend like this: a helpless, depressed person versus his usual optimistic, energetic self.

"She'll stop, Nathan. She'll stop running. I promise. Just have hope."

He nodded. Hope. That was the only thing he was holding onto. It was the only thing he had left.

"Hope is the expectation that something outside of ourselves, something or someone external, is going to come to our rescue and we will live happily ever after." –Dr. Robert Anthony


Brooke rushed out of the airplane, Shelly and Aaron each in one arm. Both were sleeping soundly from the tiring flight. The brunette hurriedly made her way to a cab. She had to see him now, before it was too late. She needed to tell him.

Ten minutes later, the cab was parked in front of his house and she was vigorously knocking on the door.

"Damn it, Nathan Scott, where the hell are you!? Ugh!" She threw her hands up in frustration. Where could he be? Unbeknownst to her, Brooke's present state was similar to Nathan's not too long ago. Ahha! Peyton probably knows…or maybe he's at her house…couldn't hurt to try.

"Taxi! I need to go somewhere else…"

Five minutes later she was dropped off at the Sawyer residence.

"Peyton!! Peeyyyttonnn!!" she screamed.

"Upstairs!" she faintly heard.

Rushing upstairs, Brooke stopped in her tracts as she saw the sight in front of her. Peyton was painting her room. Red. For years, ever since high school ended, the room was black, eventually dubbed "the death room" by Brooke since it appeared so gloomy and "emo." After all these years, why the sudden change? Why now? And why red?

"You're painting your room."

"You're back from New York." Peyton smirked. Took her long enough.

"You're painting your room," Brooke repeated.

The blonde looked up, nonchalantly. "Yes, we already distinguished that."

"You haven't painted your room since high school."

"Yeah, I decided that I needed a change. And what better to do that than paint my room? Plus, I think change is good."

"Why red?"

"Mmm, I was just feeling it….not that I hate twenty questions or anything, but what are you doing here anyway? When did you get back?"

This question brought Brooke back to reality and she remembered why she had come there in the first place.

"Where's Nathan?"

"What?" Peyton looked up, not expecting this question.

"Where's Nathan? I need to talk to Nathan."

"I really don't know where, Brooke. He came here earlier and left just a few minutes before you came over here. He never said where he was going. He just left." Brooke sighed and leaned into the wall behind her, closing her eyes. "But, here. Think of the one place he would be at. The one place you would be at if you were in his shoes."

The one place you would be at…She opened her eyes, a look of realization lying within her emerald eyes.

"Peyt, I got to go. The kids are still in the cab. Can you get them inside?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You go ahead. I'll get them. Go get Nathan." She motioned for her friend to leave.

Brooke rushed to the door but stopped short.

"Thanks Peyt. For everything. For sending him, for being there, for everything. Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. It was nothing, Brooke. You're my best friend. You deserve the world's happiness." They shared a smile. "Now, go!"

Brooke laughed then rushed out, ready to confront the man she loved.

Peyton chuckled to herself and then looked up. "Thanks, Big Guy. I knew I always liked You."

She continued painting, the red hue overtaking the black. Love was finally conquering hate. The walls were finally breaking down.

"Love conquers all." –Virgil


He sat there, staring out at the waves. They were calmer than usual, slowing crashing onto one another until they reached his feet. The sun was starting to set, the vast mass filled with blues, purples, pinks, and a big scarlet sun. It was gorgeous, reminding him of that day, the day that changed everything.

"You were always big on reminiscing, weren't you?" Her raspy voice made him jerk his head back, staring at the approaching figure in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" He managed to let out, his mind still processing that the woman he loved was standing a mere foot away.

"I decided to stop running," she took a seat a little away and stared out into the horizon.

"You stopped running?" His voice was full of hope and anticipation. How much he had yearned to hear those words. Now that she had said them, there was a part of him that still couldn't believe it. Just this morning, he was on the verge of loosing all hope of them being together.

"I stopped running," she repeated.

"Why now?" He asked the infamous question. Why now? Why not then? Why now tomorrow? Why now?

"Because now, I have finally broken every wall, every barrier, every ounce of protection that used to be around my heart." She turned around and stared into his deep blue eyes, the eyes she had fallen in love with. It was at this time that he saw how truly sincere and vulnerable she looked, with all her facades demolished. "Nathan, I was so scared. I was scared of getting hurt again. I hate how I felt when I saw you with Haley. It killed me. And I never ever wanted to feel like that again. That's why I broke away. That's why I began running."

"And now?" he asked.

"Now…now, I'm done being scared. I want a family with you, Nate. I want to live with you till I'm old and wrinkled and unattractive with our children growing up right beside us. I want to watch you teach Aaron how to play basketball and Shelly how to stay away from boys. I want to wake up every morning and know that the first thing I see is you. I want to be with you, Nathan. I'm done running. I'm done playing games. I know that you won't hurt me again, and I trust you with every ounce of my heart. I know that you love me and I sure as hell know how I feel," she said, mirroring his words from earlier.

His lips slowly started forming a smile. "And how is that?"

"I am utterly and eternally in love you with, Nathan Scott. You and only you." She, too, was now beaming, dimples in full display.

"You know, that's a good thing because I sure as hell love you, too." He leaned in and instantly enveloped her in a huge hug, wrapping his arms all around her and kissing her forehead over and over again.

"I thought I was going to be too late," she whispered.

"Never. I would still be waiting for you even if it was the last thing I did," he whispered back.

"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over." –Anonymous

She closed her eyes and breathed in his cologne, the him she so dearly had missed, the him she so dearly loved. They were finally together. They could finally be happy. Love had won after all. Everything was perfect.

"Hey, will you promise me something?" he asked, all of a sudden.

She looked up at him, curiosity running through her. "Anything."

"When all this is over…your divorce, custody agreement, living arrangements, the drama…will you marry me?"

She gazed into his eyes as he awaited her response, his stomach fluttering with a million butterflies inside. All of a sudden, her gorgeous dimpled smile flew onto her face and her eyes started twinkling like nighttime stars.

"Scott, I thought you would never ask."

Then, slowly, she leaned upward and captured his lips in hers, sealing that fateful night with a kiss.


"Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end."-Bible


Hello Readers!

That's the end! Hope you guys enjoyed the ending! That Fateful Night is finally done! I send another round of thanks to all of you who have reviewed and read my story. You guys are awesome! Oh, btw, the song from the beginning is "Wannabe," by the Spice Girls. And some of you asked where the quotes are from and I just got them off of the internet. The last quote, from the Bible, is one of my favorites.

I may start a new Brathan story soon so if you have any ideas/comments/ suggestions/etc. whatever really, feel free to tell me.

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