Light Up The Sky
Summary: Slightly AU...What happens when tragedy strikes Tree Hill again, is this what Lucas needs to see that Peyton is really the one he wants?
A/N: Okay so I know I should so not be starting another fic, but this one came to me after I watch the preview for 509 for the hundredth time...and well my mind starting to churn, and this is the product...Hope you enjoy...I will update this one and Unkindness of Ravens over the next few days as I have some free time...Reviews are always Lovely wink...wink
Chapter One
Peyton Sawyer has always known pain, the meaning and the feeling. She has also known the meaning of deja vu. Laying on the floor, just outside the library in Tree Hill's high school, she felt both. The pain coursing through her body was slightly different than the pain she had felt only four years ago. That day still very vivid in her mind, as it was everyone else's. Now, they had a new day to remember, a day only slightly different from the day four years earlier.
Today was supposed to be a happy day for most of Tree Hill. Today was not only the Raven's first game, but it was a home game as well. Now that day will go down as one of the worst days in Tree Hill history.
Peyton hadn't been sure exactly what had happened. She had heard gunfire, she had seen people running in all directions. She had seen her best friend fall to the floor, scared for her life. Peyton would have shook her head, but the pain ripping through her body made that near impossible.
Brooke Davis, checked herself over, not feeling any pain, but then again she had never been shot either. She saw no blood, so she figured it was safe to say that she would be fine...physically. Mentally that was another question. She looked over to her friend, who seemed to be grimacing in pain. She moved herself closer to Peyton, needing to make sure her best friend was okay.
"Peyt, please tell me your okay," Brooke said, refusing to stand up, so she scooted her way over to Peyton.
Peyton tried to hide the tears that had formed in her eyes. She tried to hide the very apparent pain on her face as she forced a smile, before turning toward her friend. She went to speak, when they both heard a very loud cry come from behind them.
Whoever it was had gotten themselves into the library. Peyton knew from experience that while the library wasn't exactly the safest place in the school, it was much safer than sitting on the floor in the middle of the hallway.
Brooke stood up slightly, before reaching out her hand to Peyton. Peyton bit her lip to hold back the yelp that wanted to escape her lips, she held her stomach tightly trying her best to hide the blood that was sure to start seeping through her shirt. A part of her was glad that Brooke wasn't standing straight up, because she knew that, that was completely out of the picture. She knew that she wouldn't be able to stand up fully, not if she didn't want Brooke to know just how bad her injury was.
Once inside the library the two girls found their other friend, Haley who was leaning over a shaking figure on the ground. Peyton could only assume it was Lindsay, since they had come to the game together. Haley was still upset with Peyton over kissing Lucas, but at the same time feeling badly for her knowing how much it hurts to not be able to be with the one person you love. The one person your heart belongs to. For Peyton that one person was Lucas Scott. Every since they had first talked to each other, they had always been there for each other. She was the girl that needed saving and he was the one who was always saving her.
"Haley, are you okay?" Brooke asked, trying to keep her voice down.
"Yeah, I'm fine...We were coming in right behind you two. I didn't see it coming, but Lindsay just buckled and fell to the ground. Her injuries aren't life-threatening, at least not yet. She has a wound to her upper arm, and one in her leg," Haley spouted off information to both girls.
Haley immediately noticed that Peyton looked slightly pale, and that she was grimacing slightly.
"Peyton, are you alright?" Haley asked, slightly worried.
Peyton knew that Lindsay needed to be watched carefully. While those wounds, like Haley had said, weren't life-threatening yet. They would be soon enough. She knew all to well how fast you can bleed out from a wound to the leg. She also knew that if Lucas hadn't got her out of that library when he did, she wouldn't be slightly bent over double, feeling the worse pain she had ever felt...ever.
"Fine," Peyton said, unable to say anything more promising than that.
She slowly made her way over toward the last row of bookshelves, towards the middle of the room. The place held a sentimental value to her. Although it brought back bad memories, she also knew that it was the first time she had admitted her love for Lucas. Even if at the time it wasn't supposed to mean what it meant. She knew deep down inside that it meant more.
Slowly she lowered herself to the floor, letting out a small whimper. She felt the warm tears hit the back of her eyelids, but she couldn't let them fall, not yet. She would have to wait, she knew that they needed to keep an eye on Lindsay. Even though she didn't care for her, or like her really at all. She felt for her, she knew what she was going through, and knew the pain that came with it. Lindsay was going to have a hard time, if she made it out of here alive.
Peyton shook her head lightly, she couldn't start thinking like that, not yet. She had to hold some sort of faith, although it was hard, as more blood began to pour from her torso. Peyton knew she needed to look to see just how bad it was, but she was scared. She sighed lightly, when she hard the light pitter patter of footsteps behind her.
"I know something's up P. Sawyer," Brooke said, before sinking down beside her. "And don't feed me none of that 'I don't like Lindsay BS either."
Peyton sighed, and knew she could no longer keep the truth from Brooke. While she didn't want to tell her, just because she knew it would upset her and make her worry. She could say that it made her somewhat relieved to tell someone, just so they could look at her stomach so she wouldn't have to.
"Look, what I'm about to tell you...you cannot tell," Peyton looked at Brooke's brown eyes, as she nodded her head in agreement.
Peyton sighed before continuing, "I've been shot."
Brooke forced Peyton to look at her, as she saw tears build up in Brooke's eyes. "How bad?"
"I don't know, I'm afraid to look...but I can tell you that it's much worse than before," Peyton said, knowing she didn't need to say anything else.
"I'll look," Brooke said bravely, not sure if she could handle the sight of her friend bleeding from anywhere.
"Okay...it's my stomach," Peyton said, pointing to the large bloody spot on her shirt.
"Oh god," Brooke gasped, her hand over her mouth, her stomach churning slightly just at the sight of blood.
Peyton sighed, before lifting her shirt slightly, letting Brooke take in an image that would haunt her forever. The bullet had entered just above and just to the right of her hip bone. Now Brooke wasn't a master at anatomy, but she knew that it was quite close to a few vital organs. She just hoped and prayed it had missed both.
She had Peyton lean forward only slightly, to check and see if the bullet had exited her body. There wasn't an exit wound, which meant, not only was the bullet very close to some very vital organs, but it was also still very much inside her body.
"Look, I know I promised to keep my mouth shut, but I can't. Haley is smart, and she will know how bad it is...or at least more than I do," Brooke said, letting her eyes plead with Peyton.
Peyton nodded her acceptance, as Brooke promised to return quickly.
Brooke walked up behind Haley, and lightly tapped her on the shoulder. She had just wrapped Lindsay's arm and leg, and helped her sit up against one of the bookshelves.
"Brooke, what's wrong?" Haley asked, noticing her friend was a few shades paler than before.
"It's Peyton...she isn't fine," Brooke said, her eyes wide with fear, as she realized then and there that she might lose her best friend.
"What do you mean?" Haley asked, as Brooke grabbed her arm and started to drag her off toward the bookshelf that Peyton was hiding behind.
Haley immediately noticed that Peyton was quite a bit paler than she was when she first stumbled into the library with Brooke. She automatically knew what Brooke was trying to tell her. Peyton too, had been shot, and by the looks of it, it was much worse than Lindsay.
"Were are you shot?" Haley asked.
Peyton tried to open her mouth, but all that came out was a tortured scream, as a pain ripped through her lower torso up to her upper torso.
Brooke knelt down beside her, one hand gripping hers, letting her squeeze the pain away, while the other one slipped her shirt up just a little bit to show the wound that seemed to be spilling more and more amounts of blood from it.
"Okay, that...that is bad. We've got to get her out of here," Haley explained before whipping out her cell phone.
She flipped it open, and was glad to see that she did indeed have a signal. She dialed a familiar number and listened as it rang once, twice before it was picked up.
"Hales?" Lucas asked, his voice sounded pained.
"Lucas where are you?" Haley asked.
"Me, Skills, Mouth, and Nathan are hiding out in my office, where are you?" Lucas asked.
"Me, Lindsay, Brooke, and Peyton are hiding out in the library," Haley explained.
"Okay, is everyone okay?" Lucas asked.
"Lindsay has been shot, once in the arm and once in the leg. Peyton has been shot too...hers is bad Luke. She needs a hospital, and she needs it now," Haley explained with urgency.
Lucas looked on in shock, he could form no words. He was torn, while he knew he wanted to make sure Lindsay was okay, a part of him, a much bigger part of him needed to get in there, and get Peyton to safety. Haley's voice brought his mind out of it's quandary, and back to reality.
"We're on our way," Lucas said, before slamming his phone shut.