AN: Ok people, this is my first Desperate Housewives fic, so go easy on me. Just a quick 'Brex' oneshot, hope you like it.

Bree couldn't understand him.

"Damnit Bree!"

They just fought all the time. It seemed that the two of them never agreed on anything, ever. Bree desperatedly wanted to try and save her marriage, but when the fighting got underway she couldn't seem to control herself. But she still loved him. She would always love him.

Tough, you think you've got the stuff

You're telling me and anyone

You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight

You don't have to always be right

Let me take some of the punches

For you tonight

Nothing seemed to work. Marriage counselling, pleasant reasoning, everything they tried seemed to backfire. And even when they made up and were a real couple again, something always got in the way and tore them apart once again. Bree was sick of it, she wouldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take it.

Listen to me now

I need to let you know

You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror

And it's you when I don't pick up the phone

Sometimes you can't make it

On your own

And now what was she doing? Dating another man.. George. Well, he was lovely of course, but he was no Rex Van De Kamp. Bree understood that he had tried to be, but he would just never be. She knew that, and Rex of course knew that. But now it was like George was competing for her, and it seemed that he was losing. Bree was never going to fall out of love with Rex, but George didn't seem to get that. He flared up everytime she mentioned Rex, and Bree was even worried for his health.

We fight all the time

You and I, that's alright

We're the same soul

I don't need

I don't need to hear you say

That if we weren't so alike

You'd like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now

I need to let you know

You don't have to go it alone

He was looking at her. Bree turned her head and caught him staring at her from across the room. As soon as she glanced at him Rex jumped and looked away. Sighing, Bree sipped her tea and crossed her legs, then set her cup down on the coffee table. There was a brief silence, inwhich Bree could feel her husband's gaze upon her. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and slowly got up and walked off into the kitchen.

And it's you when I look in the mirror

And it's you when I don't pick up the phone

Sometimes you can't make it

On your own

I know that we don't talk

I'm sick of it all

Can you hear me when

I sing, you're the reason I sing

You're the reason why the opra is in me

Hearing Rex getting up in the other room, Bree pretended to be cleaning up in the kitchen, though her heart was pounding faster and faster with every beat. Presently, Rex shuffled into the kitchen and stared at her for a long moment before getting a drink. Bree didn't look at him, she feared that if she did something might occur between them, and Bree didn't want that. No, she really didn't.

Where are we now?

I've still got to let you know

A house still doesn't make a home

Don't leave me alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror

And it's you when I don't pick up the phone

Sometimes you can't make it

On your own

Not being able to take it anymore, Bree cleared her throat and said in a choked voice, "I'm going over to Lynette's house. I'll be back a little later.. just get some rest while I'm gone, okay?" Rex turned to her, and Bree flinched, but kept her eyes on him. "Yeah, okay." Rex said shortly, turning away again.

Sometimes you can't make it

The best you can do is to fake it

Sometimes you can't make it

On your own

Heaving a sigh of relief, Bree left him in the kitchen and left for Lynette's house. As she left though, she could have sworn that her husband flashed her a smile as she walked by the window.