If You Ask Me I Will Stay.

A\N: I'm really, really sorry for this late update... School has been very crazy, and it still is. I need a break so badly ): one more week until Thanksgiving break, thank goodness. I may not have posted anything in a while, but I have been writing. A lot. If any of you are reading Scarlet Stain, you'll be glad to know that it shall be updated very soon. I'm actually almost done writing it. And I've also been working on The Promises We Made, so it's almost done too, I just haven't gotten a lot of time to actually type & post it. Next week will be pretty busy for me too, so I'll probably be able to update again for one of these stories Thanksgiving break, hopefully. :\ again, really sorry for the late update. I love you people :))

Also, I made a trailer for this story, if anyone cares, haha.

The words in italics are what happened in the last chapter.

"Hey Brooke," He greeted, still grinning.

"Luke," The voice said tiredly.

He frowned, a crease in his forehead. Something was wrong. "Brooke? What's wrong, what happened?"

He heard a sniff. "I'm sorry to bother you, but can you come to my house?" She sniffed again. "Please."

"I'm coming."

"Please." She whimpered brokenly. "Rescue me..."

She fell asleep in his arms and her hold on him soon loosened. He sighed, wanting so badly to know what happened but she needed him now.

"Mr. Scott," A woman walked up to him, "You have visitors."

Visitors? What visitors?

"I'm Sophia. And this…" She gestured to the younger girl, somewhat nervously. "This is Brooke."

She smiled, putting her spoon down and eyeing him. "Hey, Luke?"

He was aggravated that she wouldn't tell him, she kept dodging his questions, but he couldn't help but smile back, despite the horrible marks on her face. "Yes Brooke?"

Her eyes turned soft, along with her voice. "You saved me last night."

When he looked into her eyes, she looked down and back up. "Thank you… for helping me. For being there."

He nodded, waiting and she hesitated, a slight frown adorning her face. "Someone did rob me; my store. And I let them get to me."

He blinked. "Them?"

"No, it was one person. I don't know who, it was wearing a mask."

"Oh, Brooke," He said sadly, taking her in his arms once again. "I'm glad you called. It was the right thing." He spoke comforting words and held her gently, but on the inside, he was fuming.

He wanted to know who did it. He wanted to kill that person. Or at least hurt them really badly; but he didn't show it. Knowing Brooke, she wouldn't want him to do anything for her. That's why he was very grateful she called. She usually doesn't like anyone to see her so vulnerable.

"Thanks again, Lucas." She said, looking up at him.

He gazed into her terrified –but smoothly hidden- eyes, having a sudden urge to kiss her.

She read the desire in his eyes and lifted her chin automatically, as if silently telling him it was okay to kiss her. He leaned in closer but then they heard a door close and he quickly back away and she winced.

"I'm so sorry," He mouthed to her.

They heard something drop to the floor and Brooke turned, momentarily forgetting her condition.

Peyton shook her head, focusing on her best friend. "Oh my God, Brooke!"

Brooke put her hands up in surrender. "Its fine, Lucas…" She looked to him. "Lucas helped me." She looked forward and stared at nothing, her eyes cold. "But I will find out who did this. And when I do… that person will suffer."

Despite their awkward situation, Lucas and Peyton eyed each other warily, both afraid for their friend; and afraid of the pure hatred burning in her eyes.

"Brooke!" He croaked, smiling widely at the girl. "That is truly amazing. You know, I should go get my wife, you look exactly like her. I know Brooke would like you." He glanced at Sophia. "She would love to meet you both."

Sophia opened her mouth, about to protest, but he was already wobbling down the hallway.

Weeks passed and Brooke and Lucas closer. He hardly let her out of his sight and Brooke would always gush teasingly about how overprotective he was being. Like a brother, she had said, making him cringe. He knew she remembered their almost kiss but she hadn't made a move since. And he didn't make a move, for fear of her not wanting him anymore.

"Lucas, you should really go now," She chuckled, "it's late, I'm fine."

He sighed and stood up. The bruises were fading on her face, she was almost healed completely. The colors were still a little purple and yellow around her eyes. She was almost healed, he repeated in his mind.

Without thinking of what her reaction would be, he reached out with his left hand and caressed her cheek. "They're fading, Brooke." He told her, smiling. "You'll be back, Pretty Girl."

He had not meant to call her that but some things slip.

She scoffed, "I'm not pretty girl anymore."

He shook his head, disagreeing, "You'll always be pretty girl."

She looked up into his eyes and smiled sincerely, her dimples for once showing.

He leaned in closer to her and she closed her eyes when he kissed her forehead, trying to hide her need for him with every fiber of her being. But he knew her too well. He brushed his lips over hers and as she felt the electric zap, she placed her hands on his face and pulled him closer. He wanted to do whatever she wanted, he did, until she started to lie down on the couch and began to pull him on top of her.

"Brooke…" He tried to get it out but she started trailing butterfly kisses down his neck.

"Please, you have to – stop."

She pulled back, her eyes widening. "Oh my God." She repeated over and over, standing up and pacing the room.

"What is it?" He asked helplessly, still breathing heavily, feeling stupid.

"Lucas," She spoke softly now, "friends aren't supposed to do this."

"Well what if we both wanted more?" He asked bluntly, tired of hiding his feelings.

"We can't…" She said, "Peyton…"

He stood up, angry, and faced her. "Why do I have to be with Peyton? What if I just don't want to? What if I just want you? You know, like I did in high school but you pushed me away!" It angered him that she even mentioned Peyton. Peyton wasn't even here, she and Mia went to some tour and Peyton took over as her manager.

She looked up at him, tears now welling up in her eyes and he felt bad for venting this to her so suddenly. "You wrote a book about her, Luke! While you were engaged to Lindsay and in our senior year, one of the worst years ever for me!" She was sobbing now. "How do you think I feel?"

He went quiet, stunned by her outburst. He decided to tell the truth. He looked down, not wanting to see her face when he said this. "She was the only girl who didn't leave." He said quietly. "She was the only girl who was always there. I knew I could count on it, especially when I realized we wouldn't get back together and everyone pushed me to Peyton."

Tears flowed down freely and she flinched when he put his warm hand on her cheek. "I loved you." He shook his head, "and I still do."

"No, don't say that!" She cried, wrapping her fingers around his wrist and trying to weakly pry his hand off, shaking her head no, the tears not stopping. This wasn't fair.

"I'm the guy for you, Brooke Davis." He quoted, "and I've been lying to myself all these years to protect my heart, but all I've done is hurt people. But not anymore. I know who I want and who I've always wanted. And I know you feel it too."

"What if you change your mind again?"

"We're not in high school anymore, Brooke. We've both grown."

She didn't say anything and he took the risk of wrapping his arms around her small, petite frame. She didn't object or pull away and he was glad to notice that she actually wrapped her arms around his torso, his head under her chin. He frowned and opened his eyes when she whimpered. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Why are you doing this to me?" He questioned the frowning woman in white again. "I want to see Brooke."

The woman sighed. "Mr. Scott, I'm sorry, you can't see her right now."

He almost groaned in protest and annoyance. He wanted his wife to see the little girl that looked just like her.

Then he turned to see Sophia and Brooke walking toward him, pain evident on Sophia's face and when she reached him, he was surprised to see her burst into tears.

Cocooned in Lucas's arms, Brooke tried to keep her eyes open as he finished telling her a story about his little sister, Lily.

"Pretty Girl? Are you falling asleep?"

She smiled at the nickname, turning on her side and moving herself closer to him, if that was possible.

"Of course not, I'm all eyes."

He chuckled. "It's ears, Brooke."

"That too."

He laughed again and squeezed her. "Go to bed."

"Will do."

"Oh, and Brooke?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

For the first time since she forgave him the night before, she opened her eyes and smiled softly at him. "I love you too."

A\N: You may hate me for it happening so quickly, but I think us BL fans really needed a fluffy scene, am I right? :p