Will pick up right at the finale of s5 where Leyton and staring at each other in Peyton's office

ch. 1

"It's my dream"

Tears fill the green eyes before him but he knows she doesn't want to let him see her cry. His face contorts as he begins to soften. Most of him wants to get up and hold her but the other parts want to run to safety...to someone who's not scared of the immensity of his love. They stare at each other trying not to hurt again.

A cell phone breaks their stare. Her phone is closer to him than it is to her and it is buzzing wildly. She quickly reaches for it thankful for the distraction. A tear makes its way down her face crushing him as it falls to the floor. He finds himself reaching out for her belt loops to pull him to her.

"Wait, Mia. How did he say he knows Ellie?"

Their eyes lock and he can see the fear mixed with tears in her eyes. His finger is stuck in the belt loop on her left hip. But he can't bring himself to pull he closer. It is too hard. Peyton's face contorts as she nods into the phone. She turns to her desk for a pen and then looks back at him realizing he's been holding on to her belt loop.

"Yeah Mia just txt it to me okay," contemplating the subtle pull of Lucas Scott on her hips.

She hangs up the phone and crosses her arms looking down into the floor. Lucas stirs finally getting the strength to pull her to him.

"Hey I'm here for you. What's going on?" he whispers glad he is finally in the right place at the right time.

"Mia said she met a guy who said he knew Ellie," she still can't look at him. It's too hard.

Lucas raised her chin with his finger. Peyton shifted her weight completely uncomfortable in their shortened proximity.

"Did he say who he was", he whispered finally breaking his silence."

"Well she said he was trying to get her to sign with his label but when she told him she was with me he asked if I knew who Ellie was. She told him and he said he knew her well and he wanted to get in touch with me, " she said finally locking eyes with Lucas.

"Lucas I don't know how to deal with him....not now," it was a subtle plea to save her. He knew she didn't mean it she was just open at this point.

Tears started to stream down her eyes and she quickly began to wipe them away sniffling. He kissed her forehead and started to thumb away tears. She continued to sniffle as she choked away tears trying to hide her vulnerability from Lucas Scott. He kissed her forehead again this time inhaling her body scent. It had changed from its familiar berry scent to something more nutty and intoxicating. His kisses trailed from her forehead to her nose to finally their lips locking. She seemed to collapse into him slowly nibbling at his lips. God he missed her. She pulled away but he pulled her back hoisting her onto the pool table. Her kisses became more passionate as he began to unbutton his shirt. He smirked to himself. Five minutes with Peyton Sawyer was worth more than two lifetimes with Lyndsey he thought to himself. They paused his shirt half unbuttoned her pants undone.

"Um this isn't a good idea" she whispered.

Lucas looked into Peyton's eyes which were cloudy and full of fear.

"I don't want to be without you" he whispered.

"But I'm scared you'll just leave again" she said.

"I was only gonna take some time off because of the whole basketball incident....will you be here when I get back" he said his eyes furrowing.

She shrugged her shoulders looking down at the floor. He scooped her in his arms for another passionate kiss.

"Just let me know where I stand with you" she said pulling away tears brimming in her eyes, "I'll respect whatever you decide"

Lucas held her closely to him for some time before Peyton's phone buzzed with the txt message. She slid off the table to look at the message. As he buttoned his shirt up he studied her trying to read her mood. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. She held her phone to her lips deep in thought. Lucas secretly smiled to himself and turned Peyton to face him.

"If you need me to go with you to meet him I will," he said gently zipping her pants up.

Peyton blushed realizing they were undone.

'Bye Luc' she murmured sheepishly.

'Bye Peyton' he said shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. That wasn't what he'd expected. His heart sank as he turned to look at her again. She was staring at her cell phone tooo busy to notice he was leaving.

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Peyton looked down at the txt message again it read

"Avery Johnson Sony/BMG Records. he says call his cell anytime "

His number followed. Peyton closed her eyes trying to push the taste of Lucas Scott out of her head. Her heart was racing. She had just made out with Lucas and her father was the industry renown President of Sony/BMG Records. What was she gonna do? She sank onto a chair her body still trembling for Lucas's touch. An eternity seemed to pass before her phone rang again.

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Lyndsey sat in the Tree Hill airport perusing Lucas's email. How could she have been so stupid. She needed to know if she still had a chance with Lucas Scott. Peyton was right he had said 'I do' to her. Her phone lit up with a call that made her blink incredulously and then answer.

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Brooke Davis paced back in forth in her house eyeing some of Angie's toys. She was trying not to cry. It was like an electric shock had revived something within her. Her phone rang out through out the empty house. She frowned as she answered the phone.

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Lucas Scott sat in the airport staring at two tickets in his hand. His heart was trembling as he searched his contact list for her number. He had it memorized but it was just calming to look for it this way. He took a deep breath as the phone rang. She answered unsuredly.

"Hey I got two ticket to Vegas. You wanna get married?"

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so as some of you know I had posted this previously on another and now will be posting it here. I don't know how often I will update this one. I am working on another fic that I am sure you will be able to love. Please review to boost myself esteem