Lucas thanked God for his silver конвертируемый, кабриолет as he sped down the highway, dodging any oversized cars that got in his way.

He was pushing eighty, and if he had to, he’d get to a hundred. He just needed Brooke to know that he loved her- that he would never hurt her. He had to get to her, before it was too late. Before he’d lose her completely.

Then again, he could have already Остаться в живых her.

Shaking his head, he coiled his hands tightly around the wheel. No. No, he hadn’t Остаться в живых her. He couldn’t have. He just needed to take drastic measures. And then everything would go back to normal.

Normal. Lucas almost laughed. And honestly, what was normal? They hadn’t been normal since the accident. At this thought, Lucas actually laughed. What had happened was not an accident. Far from. That prick had hurt Brooke on purpose. He hoped the bastard was rotting way in prison.

As he pulled onto one of дерево Hill’s main roads, he zoomed past shops and restaurants, keeping an eye out for cops. Suddenly, he spotted a цветок shop.

“Flowers! Yes, flowers. Okay.” Screeching to a halt, he quickly made a U-turn, pulling the car into the only free parking spot around, and grabbing his wallet.

He stepped outside, quickly locking the door.

“What the hell was that?”

He turned towards the source; a middle aged, balding man, who had a somewhat New York-en accent.

“Excuse me?”

“That’s a nice car. Have fun totaling it on your way home. But I guess it don’t matter, since Daddy will probably get Ты a new one afterwards anyway.” The man laughed cynically as if he’d spoken some hilariously true joke.

“Whatever, man.” Lucas rolled his eyes, pulling open the door of the цветок shop.

It was cold.

Frankly, he was surprised. Ты would think that a store that sold Цветы would maybe warm it up a little; make the Магазин a happier place to be. He understood that the Цветы might need a little cool air so that they could stay fresh, but this place was a refrigerator.

As he stood there, mentally complaining because the place was too cold, he suddenly realized that he was afraid. He was afraid of Brooke; of losing her; of things never being the same. They had to return to normal, right?

Shaking his head, he looked around for a bouquet she might like. He’d never know if they could return to normal, unless he tried to make them return to normal. Finally settling on one containing a variety of flowers, he hastily paid for them.

Sprinting towards his car, he saw the same man that had pestered him before out of the corner of his eye.

“Oh, getting some Цветы for the Далее date? Be sure to remember her name. Wouldn’t want an obvious womanizer like yourself goin’ down so easy.”

Lucas frowned, carefully placing the Цветы onto the passenger seat. Standing straight, he looked straight at the man. “Okay, first, shut up. Ты know nothing about me или who I am. Second, I grew up with nothing. Probably like yourself. But I actually worked hard and made my own money, putting me where I am today. So, before Ты pass judgments - don’t. Also, these Цветы are for my wife, who’s going through a really tough time right now since she Остаться в живых our baby a little while ago. And Ты know, it was really nice talking to you, but I have to go.”

The man looked completely taken aback. He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it, apologetically.

“That’s right, asshole.” Lucas mumbled to himself, as he climbed into his car.

He shifted the car into gear, remembering Hilary’s words clearly.

“Look, Ты can’t just expect her to go through this alone. Tell her that you’re there. That no matter what, you’re going to take care of her. Любовь her. Make sure she’ll be okay. Make Любовь to her, and Показать her how different Ты are from that asshole.”

“..Go Главная to your wife, Lucas. Save your marriage while Ты still can.”

“Alright baby,” He sighed, “I Любовь you. You’ll see.”

-

Brooke circled the rim of the wine glass with her finger, biting her lip as her eyes flickered once еще towards the clock hanging above the microwave.

It was so late. God, what if he’d gotten into a car accident? или he’d been murdered? Lucas was her world. He couldn’t die. It would absolutely destroy her.

Breathing deeply, she managed to control herself.

A knock sounded loudly throughout the house. She jumped briefly, and all but ran to the door. Pulling it open, her eyes crinkled in surprise.

“Nathan?”

He smiled sheepishly, hands deep in his pockets. “Yeah. Uh, sorry. Is this a bad time”

She took in his appearance. The rain hadn’t been very forgiving. He was soaked to the bone. His dark hair was dripping, and his blue eyes were hopeful.

“Of course not,” She pulled the door open wider, “Come in. Let me get Ты some dry clothes.”

In a flash, she was up the stairs, and then back down, holding out some of Lucas’s clothes towards him. Ushering him into the bathroom, she then put his wet clothes into the drier, and returned to the entrance минуты later with a smile.

He stared. She stared. There was lots of staring.

“So, I guess I should probably be talking.”

Brooke nodded.

He sighed, looking down, “Haley kicked me out.”

“Oh my God. For- for good, or..”

“For good.” He nodded surely.

She was stunned. They’d had their problems before, but it was so unlike Haley to just kick Nathan out. It was so irrational.

“What happened? Did Ты cheat on her?” She placed her hands on her hips.

“Brooke! No! But hey, thanks for all the credit.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I never thought Haley would ever kick Ты out unless she had a justified reason.”

He shrugged. “We got into a fight and she just told me to leave, and pick my stuff up tomorrow.”

“Nathan, I’m so sorry. What are Ты going to do?”

He looked down at her hopefully, “I was actually hoping I could stay here.”

“Here? In this house?” Brooke looked around, as if gesturing.

“Well,” He paused, “Yeah.”

And right then, in that moment, she felt bad for her brother in law. The poor guy had only tried and tried again to save his marriage with Haley, and yet, despite all his efforts, he’d failed.

She smiled, “Of course Ты can stay, Nate.”

He grinned, pulling her into a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. Ты are amazing.”

“I know.” She laughed, pulling away.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and Lucas popped in. Tousled hair, Цветы in hand.

“Luke!” Brooke sprung back, surprised.

“Baby, we need to- Nathan, hi.” He smiled falsely at his younger brother, hoping his visit would be short.

“Hey.”

“What are Ты doing here?” He tried to sound nice. Really, he did. But all he wanted to do was talk to Brooke, and his brother being there did not make this easy.

“Actually, Luke, Nathan’s going to stay with us for a while.” It was then that she noticed the flowers. She blushed.

“Haley kicked me out.” Nathan offered.

“What?” He asked in disbelief.

“I’m so sorry if I’m-”

“No, it’s fine. I mean, uh, Haley kicked Ты out?”

“Yeah. Told me to get my shit and go, and uh, I ended up here.”

Lucas bit his lip. “Did Ты cheat on her?”

“Jesus.”

Brooke jumped in. “No, he definitely did not. They just got into a fight, and she told him to leave.”

“I’m sorry, man.”

“It’s cool. Do Ты mind if I just crash? I’m - really tired.”

“Of course.” Brooke nodded supportively.

The two watched as he walked upstairs, looking completely broken. Lucas felt bad for his brother. Selfishly, also a little disappointed that Haley had chosen tonight to kick him out. But mostly, he felt bad for Nathan. He knew how much his brother had loved Haley.

Brooke looked towards him, her eyes traveling towards the Цветы once more.

“Are those for me?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry I was such a dick earlier on.”

“Please. Ты have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault Dan Scott is your father.”

He kissed her. “I Любовь you.”

“I Любовь Ты too.”

Pulling her into a hug, he felt her tense the slightest bit. Sighing, he kissed the вверх of her head.

He hadn’t accomplished his mission yet.

But he would.