-She had been through so much in her life, and even more in the last year. Considering all that, she had thought that doing this would be easy, that it'd be the part where she got what she had missed all this time, but now, standing here, she realised that she had been dead wrong. This was much harder than she had expected.

-She had no idea what she was supposed to do or say once that door opened. She was thrilled to see her daughter again, and if she was truly honest with herself, thrilled to see him again, but it was everything that came with it that terrified her.

-She hadn't seen or spoke to Lucas in six, well seven years now, and she had no idea how that was going to go. She didn't know what she was going to find on the other side of that door and that was frightening.

-Finally, after minutes or hours of inner debate, she wouldn't know, she gathered her courage and knocked on the door. To calm her nerves and stop herself from just taking off running, she started to count in her head. It was a trick that she had developed in the hospital, it prevented her from thinking too far ahead and panic. She got to eighteen before the door flew open and her breath hitched in her throat.

-There he was, the guy that had stolen her heart so many years ago. She almost stopped breathing as his eyes swapped over her until they confusedly settled on her face.

-The both of them uneasily looked at each other for a few seconds but before she could fully assess his appearance or think of anything to say, he muttered her name and then collapse to the floor with a thud.

-"Oh crap!" She thought.

-"Lucas!" She shrieked and ran through the doorway to kneel beside him.

-She released the breath that she didn't know she had been holding when she felt his pulse. Thank God he had a pulse. She had no idea where all this calm and collected exterior of hers came from, but she then lowered her head to his face and released a relieved sigh when she felt his regular breathing on her cheek.

-He had passed out. Great, that was always the effect that she liked to have on people. She assumed that it must have been quite a shock for him to see her, after all, she was supposed to be dead, but still, she hadn't really expected him to faint on her.

-"Maybe I should have left the Social Services to handle it." She thought sadly while running to find a cold cloth to help him wake up.

-When she had finally remembered everything and the police had confirmed that she really was who she said she was, social services had offered to go and get her daughter themselves, but she had refused, she didn't want to do that to Lucas, so they had handed the address and left her to explain everything to him.

-She wasn't sure how she wanted to handle things from here and to her dismay, the authorities weren't helping much. To her demand, they had accepted not to release news of her surviving the crash until she had told her friends and family, and she was very thankful for that. She couldn't think about how it would have felt for Anna to hear about that from the news, it would have been horrible.

-But other than that, the authorities didn't know much more than she did on what the hell she was suppose to do next. Apparently, they weren't that many people who ended in her situation, which she figured was a good thing because being in her situation sucked. She felt like her life had suddenly become some lame soap tv show and she hated it.

-She kneeled back next to Lucas and applied to cold cloth that she had found in the bathroom on his forehead.

-She had chosen to come here and talk to Lucas herself because he had always been great at helping her figure things out, and that was exactly what she needed the most right now. That had been one of the hardest things about leaving and being apart from him, he wasn't there to help her make sense of things anymore.

-She was completely lost in her life now. She didn't have a job, or a place to live, her daughter wasn't even fully hers anymore. Apparently, coming back from the dead wasn't as easy as it was in the movies. It was going to take time for the government to fix everything and in the meantime all she wanted to do is be with Anna again, god she missed her. She wasn't sure who she was missing at first, but she missed her. Somehow in all the fog that was her memory, she still felt that connection to Anna. There had also been another connection that she had felt, but she wasn't sure how she felt about that one right now. There were more important things to figure out first.

-Just as she was thinking about that, he began to stir.

-His eyes slowly opened and he looked around confused until his eyes found her. He blinked multiple times, shaking his head as he did and she wondered what he was doing. After a few seconds, he stopped blinking but his eyes stayed on her. Confusion changed into complete bewilderment and then anger.

-He tried to sit up and she helped him but when he realised that her hands were on him, he jerked back. He then started massaging the back of his head, his eyes never leaving her.

-Finally, after what felt like forever to her, he tried to speak.

-"What ha- happened?"

-Before she could even figure out how to answer that, he was speaking again.

-"Who are you? What kind of sick joke is this?" He spoke angrily pushing himself up to his feet.

-She imitated him hurriedly and the two of them stood face to face.

-"Answer me." He yelled again, still keeping a distance between the two of them.

-She looked at him worryingly, he couldn't have hit his head that hard.

-"Huh, It's me Luke. It's Peyton." She tried quietly.

-He shook his head and she saw angry tears roll down his cheek.

-"Shut up, shut up, she's dead. Who the hell are you?" He yelled pushing off the tears and moving dangerously close to her.

-He gripped her shoulders tightly and part of her started to panic. What the hell was going on. Surprise she had expected, but anger and denial, not so much. She knew that Lucas would never hurt her, but at the time what scared her was that the man with the death grip on her didn't look like the man she remembered. Gone were the eyes full of concern, the gentle way he would touch her. Now, all that she could see when she looked at him was anger and pain, and she had no idea why they were there. She snapped out of her trance to hear him once again yell at her to tell him who she supposedly really was.

-She pushed the fear down and tried another tactic. If words weren't going to cut it, she could always rely on their connection. God she hoped it was still there.

-She raised her hands and pushed his shoulders away from her so that they stood at arms length.

-"Lucas." She started, her voice wavering. "Lucas, look at me, look at me. You know who I am."

-Slowly he looked down into her eyes and the grip on her shoulder lessened as the two of them stood there staring into each other's eyes.

-This is the moment where she realised that something was different in him, he was in pain. She could see it in his eyes, in his soul. Part of her thought that maybe it had something to do with her, but she quickly pushed that thought out of her head. It wasn't possible, Lucas had moved on from her a long time ago. She still made a note in her mind to try and figure out where this pain was coming from. He had helped her so much by taking in Anna, the least she could do was help him too, if she could anyway.

-Gradually, as they stood there, the anger in his eyes rescinded and was replaced by confusion and pain.

-"Pey- Peyton." He finally spoke, tears in his voice.