"So, what are you doing here?" Brooke laughed, opening her door twenty minutes later.

"Peyton insists on going to Derek's funeral tomorrow, so I told her I would go out and-"

"Get new clothes, shoes and everything else?" Brooke finished, laughing, "Yeah, another one of her devices."

"Actually, she just sent me for new clothes. Does she want all that stuff?" asked Luke, who normally would fine the aforementioned task daunting, but at that moment, he would have done anything just to fix his girl, so shopping seemed to be a good fix.

"Yes. She does. New clothes that she will throw away as soon as she's done wearing them. She did that too. Would have driven her father insane if he had have been sane enough to care."

"I already called Skills and Mouth. You guys are going to the mall to pick this stuff up." She explained, handing him a list, "and I will go over to the store, make her a nice dress or two, and see what I can do about clothes for you." She said, finishing just as Skills and Mouth walked into the house.

"Hey man!" Skills laughed, walking into the kitchen. I hear we got some shopping to do for your girl."

"Hey Luke. Make sure Peyton know how sorry I am for her loss." Mouth added, following Skills into the kitchen.

"You guys need to go; you said the funeral's tomorrow, so you're leaving tonight?"

"Yeah, but I want to be back around three, to pack some of my stuff, and just be with her, before we leave, you know?"

"Yeah, Broody." She said, placing a reassuring hand on his arm, "I'll have the dresses done by two. And your suit too. Now go. Give me a call when your done." She ordered, pushing them out the door.

"So what is it we need to pick up for P. Sawyer?" Asked Skills as he grabbed the List from Luke. "Oh Hell No."

"What?"

"Listen." Skills said, as he read the items off the list. "Strawberry, Blueberry, and Melon smoothies (24); those cute little goldfish pretzels; Coke (the soda, moron); A few of those wife beaters she likes to wear to bed and some shorts; two pairs of jeans and two shirts; an iPod shuffle; bras and underwear (Sorry Luke, I would do it, but I don't have time. I'll take care of everything else). Cheery. P.S. there's 400 dollars in the envelope on your dashboard Luke.

"I call the grocery store." Mouth yelled, grabbing a few bills from the envelope and laughing as Skills sighed, hitting him.

"Fine. But pick up some beer well you're there." He said as they pulled up to the grocery store and pushed him out.

"Dude. You are so whipped." Skills said two hours later from the bench where he was sitting, watching Luke walk out of Victoria's Secret, with a grimace on his face.

"Lucas rolled his eye, replying only with an "It's really important to Peyt." Before he dragged a smirking Skills out of the mall and too his car.

"You must really love her man."

"Yeah, I really, really do." He smiled, as they pulled up to the grocery store to find Mouth, carrying about five cases of beer and about fifty smoothies and a bag filled with food.

"Man mouth." Skills laughed as he pulled the last case of beer into the trunk of the old car and closed the hatch. "How many things did you get?"

"They had a sale. So I figured someone would eat them. Now, where are we going?"

"We have to go to Brooke's to pick up our clothes for the funeral and the party thing after." Lucas explained, laughing as Skills rolled his eyes as he pulled the car to a stop outside of the boutique.

"I'll be right back."

"Man, we aren't going to be hear when you get back. We going home. Have a nice trip. And don't let my P. Sawyer get too hurt."

"Broody! Did you get the stuff?"

"I did. Do you have some clothes for me?"

"I do." She laughed, turning around to show him about five shopping bags full of dresses and clothes.

"Brooke. We are going to be gone for three days. What exactly did you get for her?"

"In bag one, I have three funeral dresses. In bag two, I have three dresses for the party afterward. Bag three has an Armani suit for you, bag four has shoes, and bag five has some stuff for Peyt. Now, take them, and go Luke." She said, smiling at him before she pushed him out the door. "And Luke, she broken, you know that, you just have to let her put her self back together, no matter how much you want to help. But she'll get there. Eventually."

"Thank you. Really."

"Anytime. And tell my best friend that I love her and I hope…"

"… you feel better, and to give her a call." Lucas said, smiling, about a half hour later as he started to show Peyton the dresses that Brooke had gotten for her.

They were in Lucas' bedroom, where he had found Peyton lying when he had gotten home. Apparently, she had moved into the bedroom about an hour after he had left, and had been in there watching TRL when he had gotten back. She was now comfortably seated on his bed, watching as he pulled out the six dresses that Brooke had picked out for her.

And it only took two hours for Peyton to pick out what she wanted to wear and pack, and before they knew it, Luke was saying goodbye to his mother and sister while Peyton waited in the car.

"Luke, take care of her. And call when you get there." Karen said hugging her son one last time before he bent down to hug his little sister.

"Good bye Lilly Roe Scott. You be good and I'll think about bringing you home a present, m'kay little girl?"

"I'm a big girl!"

"Right. Sorry. But I got to go now, so be good for mommy. Bye Lilly Roe." He smiled, giving his mother and his sister both one last hug before he hopped into the car with Peyton and drove off.

The six hour car was a long one, though it could have been longer, seeing as Lucas only stopped once, in Raleigh, to do something even Peyton wasn't sure of, not that she hadn't tried to get it out of him for the past two hours.

"Peyton." He laughed, "I am not going to tell you what I got you."

"But it's for me?" She smiled, happy with this piece of new information.

"No, it's for my new girlfriend." He laughed, but seeing her eyes could over, added a "you know I'm kidding, of course it's for you."

"If I start crying, will you tell me?" she joked.

"Nope. But I would have to kiss you." He joked back, even though the look in his eyes said the exact opposite.

"Let's play a game."

"A game. Like a road trip for kid's, game?' he asked, dubiously, looking at his fiancé skeptically.

"Not exactly. I ask you a question, and you answer. And if I think you're lying, I say something. And if I'm right, then you have to do one thing that I ask you to." She explained, smirking. "Something PG" she added when she saw his eyes light up.

"I was so not thinking that."

"Yeah you were." She laughed, before starting the game. "Okay, what is the name of your second book?"

"When the Comet Roars. Why'd you kiss Chase at the party?" he asked, earning a slap and a mock glare from Peyton.

"He kissed me, to make you jealous. Then I kissed him, to make Brooke jealous. What was the last dream you had?" she asked, noticing the blush creep up his neck. "What?"

"Well, it was about you… kind of. Actually," he said, turning his head away from her, "it was about kids. Two a blonde, blue eyed girl, and a brunette, green eyed baby boy." He said, finally daring to look over at her, and happy to see the grin that stretched across her face.

"I think I like that dream. Now ask a question." She commanded, and the game continued like that for an hour or so, until Peyton decided to shake things up a bit.

"Do you ever think about having kids?"

"Yes." He said, turning away from Peyton again.

"You're lying." She said smiling.

"Yeah." He agreed, smiling sadly, "what do you want me to do?"

"Tell me the truth."

"I used to want kids, really badly, but not with Lindsay. Something about the idea of a family with her made me nauseous. But yeah, I do want kids, and I want them with the woman I love." He said, stopping the car for a second to kiss her. "Okay, do you have names for your kids picked out?"

"Yes. Olivia, Madelyn and Ella."

"What about a boy, would they be destined to go through life nameless?"

"Yeah, we'd call him thing one. No, I kind of like Carson, Spencer, Cameron."

"Nothing after your mom's, or Derek?" Lucas asked, sure that one of the first names out of her mouth would have been Ellie, Anna, or Derek."

"Not for first names. Middle names. After my mom died I got this adorable stuffed bear. And I named her Anna, because I thought that It would help or something." She said, rolling her eyes when Lucas tried to suppress a laugh. "I was like 10, give me a break. Anyway, all it did was remind me of her every time I looked at it. My dad eventually threw it away. I was devastated. And naming a kid that, nah, I couldn't do that. But middle names, they're nice. Ella Elisabeth, Carson Derek…"

"Spencer Keith." Lucas added, smiling.

"Yeah, Spencer Keith. I like that."

"Peyton," Lucas said a few minutes later, after several thought filled minutes, "we aren't talking about this for any specific reason, right?"

"I don't know Luke. You brought it up. Do you have something you want to tell me?"

"You brought it up smartass. I just continued the thought process. And we're here." Lucas said, pulling the car to a stop outside of a house. Peyton knew it was Derek's mothers house, because that was who had personally invited her and Lucas to stay there, as opposed to in the hotel that they had been planning to stay at.

"Luke?" Peyton asked, turning to face him.

"Yeah Blondie?"

"Can I wear the ring?"

"What?"

"The engagement ring. The one on my neck. Would you mind it I took it off the necklace, and wore it, like on my finger?"

"I love you, you know that right?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Yeah." He said, leaning in to kiss his, now official, fiancée after she slid the engagement ring off her necklace and onto her ring finger. "But we better go in. You still sure about this?"

"Yeah Luke." She said, taking a deep breathe before she got out of the car and felt the cool, crisp air wash around her, thankful to feel Luke's arm around her shoulder after he had grabbed their bag, as they walked up to the door, and knocked.

The door was opened by a woman who looked about Larry's age, and just like Derek, that Peyton assumed was Derek's mom.

"Mrs. Sommers?" she asked, tentatively

"Call me Emma. You must be Peyton Sawyer. The girl who ruined my marriage." The woman said, as Peyton's face fell and Lucas instinctively pulled Peyton closer to him, as if her being nearer to him could physically protect her. "Oh, I'm just joking. My son told me you were an amazing woman. And this, must be Lucas Scott." She said, as relief filled Lucas and Peyton, and Lucas shook her hand.

"I'm so sorry." Peyton said, looking at Mrs. Sommers. "He was a great guy. If it wasn't for him I probably would be dead right now." She said, thinking about how his advice had helped her to fight back the second time that she had been attacked.

"He died doing exactly what he loved to be doing. And he was a good man, so I know my son is in a better place now, but thank you dear. But I've got to warn you." She said, looking back at Peyton and Lucas. "Do you see that man over there?" she asked, gesturing to a man who looked a bit older than Dan and Karen, but not much.

"Yeah." Both Peyton and Lucas responded, nodding.

"That's your father darling. Warren Colefield."

A/N: So, there might be more than one chapter left. LOL. Not because I have more material, but because this chapter was supposed to be the funeral and the trip back, too. But I got into that whole car trip thing (which hint-hint could be important, later.) and then I decided that they might go sightseeing. Have some fun. I really don't know yet. Review, and if you think they should go around DC for a day, I've been there quite a few times, so tell me some places that you would like to see them go, and see. Oh, and for all intensive purposes, Peyton and Lucas slept together in 5.07 / 5.08. So Lucas' worry seems a little less random. Review, please.