An- Hey! I'm back! Miss me?

Alright, I know that I haven't been around to update this story and I thank all of you who had reviewed about the recent death anniversary in my family. I had taken all the time that I needed leaving me fresh and ready to update this new chapter.

Previously:

-Lindsay learns Lucas isn't going to do the book tour.

- Kaylee's birthday is a sucess.

- Leyton/Kaylee fluff.

Disclaimer: I, by any means do not own One Tree Hill or the characters except Kaylee.

Just like a shadow
I'll be beside you
I'll be your comfort
And let it guide you home
I will provide you a place of shelter
I want a be your zone
I'll act as if you do
Tell me what you wanted me to do
I'll make you great to be a man
With a woman who can stand
Who will never promise to leave her man
Making vows to please her man

If I could be your angel
Your angel, Your angel
Protect you from the pain
I'll keep you safe from danger
You'll never hurt again
I'll be your a.n.g.e.l
I'm gonna be your a.n.g.e.l
I'll be your angel

Chapter 36- Touch me I'm going to scream.

A broody grim look made way to his face.

He was stuck.

His eyes wandered around the whole of the written screenplay he had been typing away at on his computer .

Anger , hurt rushed through him as his eyes glued to the simpleness of the words yet the hidden meanings behind them; revealed for the world to see.

The subject was yet again about him and his life; the people centering around him yet you couldn't deny the main characters in the story.

Peyton and Kaylee.

The Unkindness of ravens was one of his many accomplishements that told the great story of his life yet the biggest accomplishment would have to be his family.

It had taken him a long way to get where he was but he had made it and he planned on staying.

Yet the hard part that kept torturing his hurt ridden soul seemed to be the library scene, and the one afterwards.

Keiths death.

A frustrated sigh escaped his lips and he found himself wondering why he was doing this whole arrangment in the first place.

The phone rang loudly around the spacious, homely house as his feet picked up pace and rushed towards it.

"Hello?"

"Lucas Scott?" Asked the voice, there was a mysterious edge to his voice, yet a simple bitter kindness could be heard from the gruffness of his voice.

"Yes, that's me."

"I'm Julian Baker, producer here. I just read the unkindness of ravens and fell in love with it." A never-ending pause was made. " How would you feel about publishing it into a movie?"

He asked and his immediate response after thinking it through had been a faint yes.

He regretted that absurd response now as his eyes took in the number of pages he had already written.

Had he known that re-writing Keith's death would be so hurtful, so painful, so nerve-wracking; he would of never agreed to the act in the first place.

He grabbed fistfuls of his hair, rubbing his temples afterwards to get rid of the frustration working through him when he felt a kiss on his bare shoulder.

He looked up to see his 8 month pregnant fiancee staring back at him, green orbs taking him in with concern.

Her arms instantly wrapped around him from behind and he sank into it, very much needing the action to relax his tense muscles.

It amazed him at how only ten seconds of her touch on his made his body relax in an instant.

"What's wrong,baby?" She cooed, her eyes falling on the written sentences before her before attempting to read it.

"No looking remember." He warned her,slight humor dancing in his eyes.

"Surely you'd make your beloved fiancee a bonus and let here read it." She encouraged, side-stepping him to see the page yet he chuckled lightly and blocked her line of vision.

"Sorry baby, no exceptions here." He laughed as a huff emitted her mouth before she looked back at him with concern.

"Talk to me,Luke."

"I can't do this." At her confusion, he elaborated. " I can't write this."

Her features remained naturally confused until he watched her figure take a different approach as realization dawned on her.

"Oh Luke."

"I just can't do it,Peyt. I've been sitting here for hours typing away at this thing and this part suddenly brings pain into my gut and I'm staring straight back at the scene at hand."

"Lucas, you can't blame yourself for this." She ushered, letting her head fall on his. " This was in no way your fault."

"I should've came back to help him." He cried out before leaning his forehead on hers. " How do I get over it?"

" My mom has been dead for more then eight years and I'm still not over it- It still hurts." She rubbed a thumb over his knuckles. " You just deal with the obstacles."

"I don't know if I can ."

" Yes you can, because I'll be there each step of the way." She muttered before raising an arm before him and letting him sink into her embrace.

Quietness could be heard around the house, not a single movement could be heard as the couple simply sank into their warm embrace- comforting the other in the way they knew how.

The moment shattered as fear, shock and worry flowed through them as the house began to shake.

"Luke?" Asked Peyton fearfully as her grip on her soon to be husband never loosened. "What's going on?"

Things began to drop harshfully, the bed started to shake viguorously and the sound of things breaking sprang loudly into their earbuds.

"It's an earthquake!" He shouted quickly before lightly maneouvering Peyton on the floor and hovering over her portruding form.

His eyes closed as the mirror shattered just millimetres near them.

A gasp could be heard and he opened his eyes, staring below him for his eyes to catch the painful features that etched on his gorgeous fiancee's face as she clutched tightly to her stomach.

"Peyton?"

"Lucas." She cried as tears slid down her cheeks. " Somethings not right."

Kaylee Anne Scott looked around at her surroundings, blinking rapidly before her face broke out into a smile as she realized where she was.

She was at Grandpa Dan's house.

She let her eyes roll with a smile as she caught the mass of basketball trophies clouding around her, letting a small yawn come out of her mouth before her eyes widening as her stomach rumbled fiercely.

A good natured giggle escaped her lips as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and let her feet trudge to the kitchen.

Her eyes swept around the amount of food clearly in her line of vision, endless questions flowing through her mind before her eyes beamed in bliss.

Cookies.

She let a mischevious smile come to her face as she made her way towards them. Her daddy didn't let her have cookies in the morning, he claimed it gave her too much burst of energy and that she always broke out into a sugar rush.

Truthfully she disagreed with the rule a hundred percent and had complained to her mommy yet her mommy broke the Sawyer code and decided to side along with her daddy.

She had pouted for a good three days and for once the simple gesture had got her nowhere proceeding endless huffs to escape her mouth.

She halted just steps away from the cookie jar, the simple questions of Is this right and should I's or what if's entering her mind.

Her lips curled into a Scott smirk as a thought burst into her mind. What mommy and daddy don't know won't hurt em. She thought sheepishly before continuing her task at hand.

Her eyes widened, her lips parting as a quiet squeal came out of her lips as she held the amount of chocalatey goodness in her hands.

Her eyes closed as her lips parted fuller to bring the round shaped cookie towards her mouth.

Just as she was about to pop the cookie into her mouth, a noise could be heard followed by a laugh causing her to jump a mile back.

Her heart ran a mile a minute as she turned around to catch her Grandpa Dan flushed red in laughter.

She stood there like a deer in headlights causing him to smirk.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" He laughed before moving towards her and scooping her up. " How would your parents feel if they heard about this, poppet."

"They won't feel anyfing 'cus their not gon know a thing." She warned with a smirk causing a deep laugh to break out of the ravenous grandparents lips.

"How do you know I'll follow through?"

" I'll just tell daddy you hit me. I'll even crys too then your visits wit me are gonna go bye bye."

"Smart girl."

"I'm a Scott." She smirked with a shrug causing him to laugh once more before bringing her back up to her room.

"What do you suggest we do, poppet?"

"I wanna watch movies, we always watch movies at my place!" She cried out with a good naturely clap of her hands.

"It's seven am in the morning."

"I coulds always just pick up the phones." She teased, fully aware that she still didn't know how to use a phone yet decided to keep that little tidbit of information to her self.

" You, Kaylee Anne Scott, are gonna be the death of me." He warned before using his hands to hold up a set full of movies.

Why do people always say that? she wondered, confusement etched on her features before shrugging it away and plopping down on the bed beside her grandparent as the movie started.

Halfway towards the movie, she turned to her grandpop to see him tuning in intently to the movie and smirked as she let her mouth open.

"Grandpa Dan?"

"Hmm?"

"Grandpa Dan?" She whispered loudly, smirking as she saw him quickly half-heartedly turn his attention to her. "I'm hungry."

"Here." He mumbled as he half-heartedly threw some chocolate at her.

" Grandpa Dan." She whined. " I want pancakes."

"You can have them later,poppet."

"No, now." She whined, watching as he sighed at the pout she had thrown him before scooping her up. "If I make you pancakes will you shut it and continue watching the move."

" Yup!" She said happilly before raising her finger at him. " No burning 'else you gon have to make it again."

He laughed and let his feet fall to the floor, surprise etching his features as the ground began to shake causing him to fall flat on the face with the four year old in his arms.

A moan could be heard out of the four year olds lips before she looked at him wide-eyed.

"Grandpa Dan?" She called out fearfully, watching as her grandpa pushed her back on the floor and hovered above her, his arms clinging around her.

A muffled scream emitted her throat as tears began to slip down her face. " Momma, daddy."

"Shh, everythings gonna be okay." He murmured as his body protected his grandchilds yet again.

The Armoir shook vigorously infront of them before tumbling down slowly, a crash loudly being heard around the room.

A muffled scream rang sharply around the room causing Dan to stiffen as he harshly removed the weight on his back.

"Poppet, you ok?" He asked in the midst of all the noise, his breath became hollow feeling immense pain on his back yet the only thing sticking out was the urge to protect his granddaughter.

"Kaylee?" He asked once again. When nothing was heard, he looked down slowly, his heart caught in his chest. The girl was knocked out cold, a bump forming on her head as blood oosed out of her leg.

"Shit!" He cried, before using his body as protection for his unconcious grandchild once again as more things tumbled downward;