I own nothing, not even "Your Call" by Secondhand Serenade.

I've loved Secondhand Serenade for a long time, but they've become like my newest obsession. The title of this mini-story? comes from their first album titled Awake.

So, the season finale was like one giant WTF moment (at least for me). This will probably be a two-shot. Unless I feel like leaving it where it is, hehe.

Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry
Call I'm desperate for your voice
Listening to the song we used to sing
In the car, do you remember
Butterfly, Early Summer
It's playing on repeat, Just like when we would meet
Like when we would meet

I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight

She sits in the cab and desperately tries to wipe her eyes. She should be on her flight back to New York, but after leaving him that voicemail she needs to stay. She needs to see him one last time to know that he doesn't hate her.

As she waits for her destination she thinks back to the past few years. When she first met Lucas Scott there was an obvious attraction. His blonde hair and blue eyes and that slightly upturned nose were all features that would make any woman swoon. She was most definitely one of them.

When she asked him about the Lucas and Peyton from the book she saw the flash of pain in those blue eyes of his and that should have been a sign. He was hopelessly in love with another woman and that part of him – maybe all of him – would never be able to let her go.

She silently berates herself from the backseat of the local taxi cab. She had edited his first book. She knew all about the triangle that involved Brooke Davis, Peyton Sawyer, and Lucas Scott. As she read it she felt herself growing angry at the brunette girl who always seemed to be in the way. She never understood why that girl couldn't move on and find someone else, get out of the way of the two destined blondes.

Who knew she'd become Brooke Davis the second?

The tears are falling freely once again. It wasn't really her fault that she was in the way. Lucas had spoken words to her. Words about love and forever. He made her believe that she was it. Lindsey Strauss was his forever.

Too bad she knew that he had written those words to Peyton . . . years ago.

She shakes off the thoughts of the blonde woman who was once a sworn enemy. She focuses back on Lucas and the time they shared together. It has to mean something, right? He had asked her out. He had said 'I love you' first. He proposed. He got to the altar. He said 'I do'.

He was ready for her.

Her cell phone buzzes and breaks her from her thoughts. Without checking the name she presses the 'send' button and clears her throat;


Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh
I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh
Cause every breath that you will take
When you are sitting next to me
Will bring life into my deepest hopes, What's your fantasy?
(What's your, what's your...)

I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight

She sits in her office and stares at the picture on her computer screen. Those two people were so in love and carefree. Okay, they were sneaking around behind her best friends back, but they were still incredibly in love with one another.

Now she doesn't even recognize those people. That boy and girl are like strangers. The smile she wears is one she can barely remember having. The look he's giving her has been non-existent for years.

All she wants is to go back in time.

She wasn't lying when she told him about her dream. Every night that moment in their lives plays out and instead of being scared she's elated. She smiles an exact smile of the girl in this picture and he gives her the look the boy in the picture sports. He slips the ring onto her finger and she leaps into his arms. They make love into the early morning and then she goes back to Tree Hill with him.

She never says someday.

Peyton shakes her head and shuts her eyes. Letting out a shuddered breath she clenches her hands into fists and tries to steady the frantic beating of her heart.

She's been on edge ever since he left her office. She honestly wasn't even expecting him to show up. It's been a week since the life shattering 'I hate you'. Those three words were a stark contrast to any other words used to describe them.



Meant to be.

Those all made sense to her. Those were all words she had heard before. Her friends had used those words. People she didn't know – she read the blogs about Lucas's first novel –would use them to depict the relationship they had.

So why couldn't he see it?

When he was here and he spoke about the first day he ever saw her she almost saw the old Lucas. He smiled as he talked about her and she vividly remembered that day; it may not have been the same one – although knowing them it probably was – but she can remember the first day she ever saw him.

He had on a pair of basketball shorts that reached his ankles and that infamous sweatshirt covered his hands. He had a basketball under his arm and even at her young age she could remember being fascinated by him. It was the way he carried himself and the way he smiled. He was different then any other boy their age.

That realization would hold true well into their teens. He was always caring and attentive, even when he shouldn't be. He was always the first person to ask if she was okay or if she wanted to talk about anything. Today wasn't quite like that, but he still came to talk to her.

He told her how hard it was; to lose her and move on. It was hard to see her again after all those years. It was still hard. That last sentence still gave her heart a reason to flutter.

He wasn't over her.

Her cell phone buzzes and she carelessly picks it up. With one last glance at that picture she pushes the little green phone and sighs out;


And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)

She paces the corridor of her house. Her phone is clutched in her hands and she cannot stop biting her lip. She's anxious. She needs this phone call to come so that she can put her nerves to rest and try to somehow get on with her life after baby Angie.

She turns on her heels to begin a new path, but stops to take in her surroundings. She's home alone because her best friend is still at work. It's dark and empty and she's fighting the voice in her head that tells her this is how it will always be.

She'll always have an empty house. She'll always have a place setting for one. She'll never use the 'his' aspect of a closet or the second sink in the houses she buys.

She'll always be Brooke Davis; fashion extraordinaire.

She'll never be Brooke (insert males last name here); wife and mother. With a sigh she shakes her head.

There was a time when being alone at this age wasn't unimaginable. That was the time when she was with Lucas. The boy that was the first one to ever see past the brainless slut act she put forward. The first boy to ever want to get to know her before starting a sexual relationship. The Lucas Scott that told her he was the guy for her. The one who promised her that he loved her and not Peyton.

He never was good with promises.

They may have had walls blocking their hearts, but she was the wall that stood between them. She was the girl that halted the epic romance of her best friend and the broody boy. At most moments she knew her role in that dramatic play, but she couldn't end it. She was in love and she couldn't let that go.

But when she finally did, she witnessed the beauty that transpired and it made her proud that she had stepped back.

They've gotten close in the recent weeks; neither of them can deny that. They're really great friends and Brooke's grateful for that. She's glad that she's had someone that she can go to. She's also sort of glad that it's been Lucas.

He's always been the person to step up and be there for everyone else. Today is just one example of that. She had called and told him not to come. But he was there. He was at the airport, and he was a shoulder to lean on when she wasn't strong enough.

He was kind of like the Lucas Scott that said he was the guy for her.

Her cell phone buzzes and she freezes as it vibrates in her hands. She hits the 'talk' button and quickly speaks;


I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to

He sits in the Tree Hill airport with one bag and two pieces of paper. He juggles his cell phone from one hand to the other. He knows what many people will think this is; running. For the most part they would be right, but he's running with the one thing that's plagued his heart.

Three girls, that are all important to him, have a lingering history. He's dated one, proposed to another, and nearly married the third. Considering how he started his high school life, who would have guessed that Lucas Scott would have eventually been wrapped up in a love square?

He sighs and glances at his cell phone. He scrolls down each of his contacts and stares at their names. These three women have meant so much to him, but there's one who still means the world. He stops at her name and lets a small smile grace his lips. He hits the 'send' button and waits for the woman to pick up.

The woman who still needs him.

The woman who still misses him.

The woman who still loves him.

He has no idea what he's going to say, but he knows that they need this. They need to get away and sort through everything that's happened. And not just in recent weeks, but in the past few years. He's been holding out on his own truths and its way past the stage of his needing to be honest. He needs to show her that he misses her just as much, that he needs her just as much, that he loves her just as much.

Actually, he needs to show her that he feels all these things even more then she does.


"Hey, it's me. Look, I'm at the airport and I've got two tickets to Las Vegas . . . do you wanna get married tonight?"

His words are rushed and as the last sentence leaves his mouth he can hardly believe he's said that. As he sits, shocked by his words, her voice fills his ears.

"Sorry I couldn't answer, but leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can."

He frowns and can feel his chest tighten slightly. The shrill beep echoes in his ears and without a second thought he leaves the same set of words on her voicemail.

But this time it's much slower and he means exactly what he's saying.

And I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)

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