Hey guys! A new Leyton story! Chapter 1:

Peyton arrived at Tree Hill Hospital, and got out the car. She made her way inside slowly. She would have rather been anywhere else but here. She had so many awful memories about being here, and very few good ones. She would never forget when she had been brought here with a gun shot wound to the leg, or when Lucas had had a heart attack and she sat loyally by his bedside until he finally woke up.

She had never had to come here for her father. He was always okay. Now she felt like her world had fallen out from underneath her ever since she had gotten the phone call that father had been in a car accident and was brain dead.

At the front desk she told them who she was, and someone went to go and get a doctor for her to talk to. She was led to a large office, where she waited for the doctor to come in.

The doctor was a handsome young man, he gave her a warm sympathetic smile, but all she could muster back was a sad smile.

The doctor (who had introduced himself as Andrew) sat across from her, and expressed his condolences. He posted head scans, and x-rays for her to see.

"When your father was brought in he had sustained massive head trauma, as you can see there are several large skull fractures." He pointed to several cracks showing on the scan. "He was declared brain dead on arrival, and there was nothing more that could be done. We've kept him comfortable, and I can assure you he is in no pain. He is unfortunately no longer able to breath on his own, so we have placed him on life support."

Peyton nodded. She knew about the life support.

"In cases like this some families prefer to keep their loved ones on life support and others prefer to take them off, and let them go peacefully. I know that this is a very hard time for you right now, but your father's medical records show that he has listed himself as a donor. After someone has been placed on life support the organs are only good for up to 48 hours. Your father has been on it for 31 now."

Peyton nodded her head. She understood all of this. She had done research on her way from LA to Tree Hill. "His organs should be donated then."

"And you're certain this is what you want?" Andrew the doctor asked.

"I'm sure. I know he'd want to help as many people as he could. Not be kept breathing through a tube down his throat."

The doctor nodded understandingly. "Thank you, Peyton." He reached over onto his desk, and retrieved the paper work, and instructed her on what to do. When the paperwork was processed it was time for Peyton to say goodbye to her father.

She was led to a private room, where her father lay in a bed with white crisp sheets covering him. There were a few tubes and wires in his arms, and the life support machine. She slowly entered the room to stand beside his bed.

"Hi Daddy." She greeted him, allowing tears to fall now. "It's Peyton. I don't know if you can hear me or not but I just want you to know how much I love you. Thank you so much for everything you have given me. I know I never exactly made things easy for you, and I probably drove you crazy a lot. But thank you, thank you for letting me be me, and always being there when I needed you." She took his hand, and sat with him for a bit before noticing the medical staff waiting outside of the door.

She took a heavy breath, and wiped her eyes. She learned down and kissed her father on the cheek one last time. "I love you. Say hi to mom for me."

She let go of his hand, and hurried out the room.

Andrew approached her. "Are you okay?"

Peyton shook her head, as tears threatened to fall. She at least wanted to make it out to the car to have her breakdown alone.

"Doctor, are we okay to move the patient?" One of the nurses asked.

Andrew looked to Peyton for permission. "Peyton?"

"Yeah, I've said my goodbye. Thank you for everything." And with that she quickly left the intensive care unit, and went outside to her car where she allowed herself to let to tears stream down her face as she gasped for air, and felt like a human being.

She was going to remember this moment forever. She had just lost her father, and it hurt like hell.

She looked up and started her car once she was composed enough. She was about to reverse out of her parking spot when the person standing in front of her car caught her attention. That person was… Lucas Scott.

He was standing in the sunlight looking like some movie star. His blonde hair was buzzed short, and his blue eyes looked adorable as ever.

"Shit." She looked away from him quickly, and pulled out of the parking lot, not daring to look in the rear view mirror.

Lucas could not stop thinking about Peyton since he had seen her in Tree Hill two days ago. The biggest thing he wanted to know was why was she back? That did not go unanswered for long. He was flipping through the morning newspaper as Lindsey was making breakfast, when he came to the obituaries. In the middle of the page was a picture of Larry Sawyer.

His eyes scanned the column reading. He had been injured in a car accident, and had been taken off life support. That explained why she was at the hospital. According to the paper the funeral was being held today. "Oh no."

"What's wrong, Luke?" Lindsey asked as she cracked an egg perfectly onto the skillet.

"Peyton's father has died."

"Peyton Sawyer? As in ex-girlfriend Peyton Sawyer?"

"The one and only." He answered, not looking up from the paper. "The funeral is today. I've got to go."

Lindsey looked at him unsure. "Are you sure you should? It's been years since you last saw her."

Lucas stood up with his phone in hand dialling Brooke's number. "It's Peyton. I have to be there for her. You understand don't you?"

Lindsey nodded her head slightly as Lucas left the kitchen.

"Brooke, why didn't you tell me that Larry passed away?" Lucas asked right away when the brunette answered her phone.

"Peyton told me not to. She doesn't want a lot of people crowding her right now. You know how she is Luke…"

Lucas gave an exasperated sigh. "She didn't want me to know?"

"No, but that's no reason to stay away."

"You think I should go to the funeral?" Lucas asked, a little shocked. Brooke was encouraging Lucas to go against Peyton's wishes.

"Of course. She'll need you Luke, she just doesn't know it yet."

"Okay. I'll be there. Are Nathan & Haley going?"

"Yes. The funeral starts at 1pm. I've got to go check on her now. I'll see you this afternoon."

Lucas had just done up his tie, when Lindsey entered the bedroom. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt and blazer, with black heels to match.

"I'm coming with you." She declared, standing her ground.

Deep down Lucas knew that this wasn't such a good idea, but how could he tell his fiancée that she couldn't come to the funeral? He couldn't.

When they got to the cemetery Lindsey took his hand. He stood with Nathan and Haley, around the burial site. Brooke and Peyton came just a few moments later. Peyton clutched an urn to her chest, and slowly set it down in the designated area when she joined everyone.

Lucas looked at her closely. She was skinnier than he remembered, and she had dark circles under her eyes as if she hadn't slept in a wink in days. His gaze never left her as the service went on.

Peyton dabbed at her eyes every so often, but she was obviously putting on a brave face for everyone.

When the service was over Lindsey went over to talk to Haley about dinner plans for later in the week, so Lucas took this as his chance to talk to Peyton.

She made eye contact with him, but not for long. She turned her back to him, and quickly made her way to the parking lot. Everyone watched after her. Luke sighed.

"When I told you to come I didn't mean to bring your fiancée too." Brooke said, joining his side.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't tell her no. How's Peyton?"

"Yes, Broody, you could have." Brooke argued. "And Peyton is doing okay. She's tough. So damn tough. We are going to TRIC for drinks later. You should pop by." She gave him a wink, before leaving.

Peyton hadn't been to TRIC in over two years. She was thankful to see not much had changed since she left it. She had so many good memories here, and just being back in the atmosphere brought a real smile to her face.

She joined the table Brooke, Nathan, and Haley were sitting at before she ordered a drink. She didn't say much in the conversation, as she was quite content to sit there and drink. She had had a very long few days, and was tired of having to talk to everyone.

A new local band was playing on stage tonight, and she was really enjoying them. She made a note in her phone to mention them to the record label she was currently assistant manager of in LA.

The conversations around the table were all interesting. She loved catching up with everyone.

Nathan and Haley were living the dream, with Jamie. Haley was a teacher at the high school, and Nathan was still recovering from his accident, but was on the verge of being drafted.

And Brooke was running her own Clothes Over Bro's headquarters here in Tree Hill, doing exactly what she had set out to do all along.

She couldn't have been happier for all of her friends.

The trio filled Peyton in on Lucas. He had gotten his book published two years ago, and Lindsey was his editor. They had fallen in love, and she moved here to be with him. He asked her to marry him, she said yes, and the rest in history.

"Oh look! Speak of the devil! Lucas is here!" Brooke said, waving him over excitedly. "Oh no, he brought Lindsey…"

"Brooke!" Haley exclaimed, giving her a playful slap on the arm. "Lindsey is cool, all right?"

Peyton looked behind her, and saw Lucas making his way through the crowded dance floor. She quickly slipped out of her seat while everyone was distracted.

She made her way over to the bar, and ordered a vodka martini straight up. She was going to need it she thought, as she looked over Lindsey snaking her arms around Lucas.

She downed her drink and ordered another one right away.

Within half an hour Tyler Kwinton, a guy from high school, had found Peyton, bought her two rounds of drinks, and a few tequila shots, and was pulling her out onto the dance floor.

Peyton let him take her out there and put his hands on her waist as she moved to the music. Very quickly Tyler's hands began to roam all over her, and his lips were on her neck, and going for her lips. She turned her head away but he didn't take the hint, and tried again.

Peyton tried to walk back over to the bar, but he still had a grip on her. "I have to go." She yelled over the music.

"Yeah, you have to go back to my place." He yelled back, smiling like he was Adam Sandler.

She gave no reaction and went to leave again, but he pulled her back. "Do I at least get a kiss good night?"

"Sorry. No." Peyton said annoyed. He still had his hands on her. "Let go of me."

"Gotta kiss me first."

"I think you better just let go of her." Lucas said, intervening. He carefully placed his hand on the small of Peyton's back, and led her away.

This time Tyler grabbed Lucas "Who the hell are you?"

Lucas punched Tyler, causing him to fall back. "Lucas Scott, asshole."

Peyton made a beeline for the exit, and Lucas was hot on her heels.

"Are you okay?" He asked, watching her embrace the fresh air.

He reached out to touch her, but she moved away.

"No." She choked out. Tears were streaming down her face again. "I'm not okay."

"Stop running away from me like you did the other day in the parking lot, and today at the funeral. Let me help you, Peyt."

"No. You can't. You're part of the problem. I know you don't mean to be. But every time I look at you I remember that night in the hotel room when you asked me to marry you. I should have said yes and I regret it everyday, Luke. It's hard to be back in Tree Hill when so much shit has happened here, and now my dad is dead, and the other day I just found out..." Peyton stopped talking immediately.

"You found out what?" Luke asked, concern was written all over his face.

It was like someone had flicked a switch. Peyton immediately put her walls back up, and tensed up. "I have to go home…. I… I'm sorry Lucas."

Lucas stood in the parking lot as Peyton got in a cab and left him.

Tree Hill is about to get shaken up.

What did you think? I had a general storyline made up for this, but if you guys have any ideas I would be more than happy to hear them!

I would like to make this a fairly lengthy story!


- SJAR03