-One Shot Fever-

Break Up To Make Up.

*Remake chapter similar to the first episode of s6 of Empire. Cookie is having trouble keeping herself together and Lucious is concerned*

Cookie sighed as she typed quickly on her work laptop. The past couple of days have been a hassle for her. First Lucious refused to sign the divorce papers, then she had to shoot Tracy, and now work has been piling on top of her. The thing is, she's noticing it.

She sipped the black coffee from her black and golden mug, making a disgusted face towards the bitter taste.

Another thing stayed on her mind. The moment between her and Lucious in front of the fireplace at her office. Something about that moment, the words he said. It remained in the back of her head day and night.

"We ain't done yet. She's not you, Cookie. I'm still in love with you."

Surely he can run his mouth of lies like breathing. But that seemed like admittance to something.

She was lost in her thoughts once he walked in himself. The sneaky man, his black suit slyly heading towards the front of her desk.

"Uh...hey..." he said. She slowly looked up at him, an uninterested look on her face. "Hey." She said.

He noticed how she seemed to be staring out into space before he said something.

His eyebrow raised in curiosity. "You alright?" He asked. She sat up quickly, putting her hands up signaling for him to back off. "I'm fine Lucious." She said.

"Well, I'm not. I've been constantly thinking about this whole Tracy situation and- Yeah. I know. It's a lot. But we'll get past it like we always do." She said, as if she was dismissing him.

He placed his hands on her desk, leaning over and looking down at her. "Y'know, I meant what I said. I still love you, Cookie." He told her. "I still love you too, Lucious." She said plainly.

She then made a slight sigh, and he noticed her scratching something out on her work assignment in the black inked pen she used.

Cookie doesn't usually make mistakes like this. Her work is always clean and pristine. Not a misspell or incident in sight.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked. "Yes..." she said, slightly looking up at him. He noticed the drained look on her face. "Hey, have you been sleeping?" He asked. "Yes I've been sleeping- No, you look sick." He said, reaching up his hand to attempt to cup her face so she could look him directly in the eyes.

She pulled her face away, being entirely caught off guard by it. She panted lightly, the awkwardness in the room was more than uncomfortable.

The man was puzzled by her reaction. "And...you're drinking black coffee. You...you hate black coffee." He mentioned. "I just need a little extra energy this morning." She said quickly, then raising up the cup to her lips and taking a bitter gulp of it.

"Why exactly are you here, Lucious?" She asked. He rose up, then his face falling to a straight expression. He reached into his bag, sitting a folder on her desk.

She stared down at it, she knew what was in it. The divorce papers. "I brought these, I- I wanted to know if you were sure about this before I signed it." He said.

"I'm sure." She said, taking the papers out of the folder and placing them in front of him. She handed him the pen she was holding. "Here's a pen." She said, smiling.

As upset he could be about how careless she was acting, that smile of hers made him want to give her whatever she wanted. "Sometimes I still don't know whether to call you beautiful or cute." He said. In his head, that is.