Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill.

A/n: I couldn't find Elie's last name anywhere so I made one up, if anyone knows what it is please let me know, thanks

"All right what do you want to do?" Chris asked, as they went into the living room, after breakfast.

"I don't know what I want to do. I mean should I go see Elie again? Should I ask her about who my father might be? Should I try to find out?"

"Well, what do you think is important? Do you want to know who he is? Or who Elie really is?"

"Yes, I want to know everything. That's why I came here after all. Will you come with me?"

"Sure, let's go."

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"So, are we going to go in, or just stand here and look at her house?" Chris asked looking at the house they stood in front of.

"We're going in." Peyton reach over took Chris' hand, and headed up the walk. "You knock."

Chris laughed, but did as she said, and knocked on the front door.

"Peyton, I'm glad you came back." Elie said after opening the door, and moving aside to let them in.

"I still have some things I need answers to. This is my friend Chris. Chris this is Elie."

"It's very nice to meet you." Chris said politely offering her his hand.

"It's nice to meet you as well. Won't you two please have a seat?"

"I think I'll stand." Peyton answered, as Chris lead her over to the couch and sat, tugging their linked hands and pulled her down next to him.

"Sitting is better." He whispered into her ear.

"So, what is there that you still want to know?" Elie asked, sitting in the chair opposite them.

"A few things really. I want to know, who my father is. It's just something I need to know. And I want to know you."

"Okay, well. There are three guys that it could be." Elie answered, taking out a piece of paper, and pen. "Here, this is their names and where to find them. The one on top is the one the one I think it's most likely to be, and well, you get the idea."

Peyton looked at the piece of paper, like it was a snake. Sighing Chris reach out and took it. He gave it a glance over, then folded it in half and slipped it into his jacket pocket. Giving Peyton's hand a slight squeeze.

"Thank you. Um,"

"Go ahead, leave." Elie said with a warm smile. "It's okay, Peyton we'll take this at your speed. I know this must all be hard for you. I'm just glad your welling to let me get to know you. You can come back any time, your all ways welcome. Both of you."

"Thank you." Peyton smiled, and nodded, as she stood. Chris followed in suit, and shock Elie's hand again.

"Okay, so what do you want to do? Start on the list?" Chris asked as they started up the street.

"Yea," Peyton held out her free hand for the list Chris had stuck in his pocket. "Um, the first one is about an hour away. So, it's not like we can walk there, what are we going to like take the bus. Shoot I keep saying we, you don't have to come with me if you don't want to."

"I'll come. And as for getting there, I got that covered come on."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

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"What are we doing on a collage campus?" Peyton asked, looking around wearily.

"No worries." Chris said squeezing her hand, and tugging her closer to him, so she wouldn't collide with the group of people walking past them. "This is where Alex, and Tristan go. We're going to steal one of there cars. We just have to get keys."

"Christopher Keller! What are you doing here?"

They both spun quickly at the sound of Alex's voice. They found Alex and Tristan standing behind them. Tristan was turned slightly talking to one of their friends. "We need a favor. We need a car."

"Why, pray tell." Alex asked, already rummaging around in her pocket, for her set of keys.

"We, just got some things we got to do. But we need a car. Please?" Chris gave his sister a charming grin.

"Forget the look Chris. We're twins, I have it too. Only mine is cuter, and more affective. Here," she held out the keys, but then pulled them back when Chris reached for them. "At some point I want to know what is going on with you two. And I'm going to play the parental card, and tell you both that if you're going to be staying down here, then you're going to enroll in the local high school. Because like it or not Chris you're going to collage, and Peyton, I'm sure you're going to want to go to collage. And if not, you at least got to finish high school."

"Don't pay any heed to Alex, she just a bit of an overachiever." Chris leaned forward kissed his sister's check, and took the keys. "We'll give this whole high school thing thought. Thanks sis."

"Oh, and Chris I love ya, but don't you dare harm my car! And be safe you two."

"You and your sister, are close aren't you?" Peyton asked as they was walking away.

"All ways have been, that's what happens when your twins."

"All right, you think your car is nice. Alex's is so much better." Chris said with a smile as they headed into the garage.

"Oh really?"

"Yep. Her dream car. Believe it or not, the three of us rebuilt it ourselves. With the help of a friend of our aunts anyway."

And there it was. A cherry red, '70 Chevelle super sport. With a 454 motor, and black racing strips down the hood, roof, and trunk.

"Wow, it's a beauty." Peyton said looking over the car in front of her.

"I told ya. Come on get in."

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"Okay, so, how am I going to approach this guy?" Peyton asked suddenly turning to look at Chris, who was driving. First thing she had said, in the last 20 minutes. "Am I just suppose to walk up to him, and be like 'hey I think I might be your daughter. All I want is to know."

"Sounds good to me." Chris glanced over at Peyton, seeing her doe in the head lights look. He turned his eyes back to the road, all the while reaching over, undoing Peyton's seatbelt, then tugging at her hand, pulling her into the middle of the seat. "Buckle up." He instructed.

Once she was buckled, she leaned over onto her shoulder. "Thanks for this Chris. Really, thanks. You've been great.' She whispered.

"Excuse me?" Peyton asked the receptionist. "We're looking for Mr. Reichmann."

"Do, you have an appointment?"

"Um, no I don't. But it's really important that I get to talk to him."

"I'm sorry miss, but if you don't have an appointment, then there is nothing I can do."

"You, don't understand."

"I'm sorry.."

"Hey Claire, have you seen my Mason file?" Asked a tall burnet man, opening the door beside the reception desk.

"I'll get it for you sir."

The man turned to go back into his office. Chris used his shoulder to shove Peyton forward.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Reichmann?" She quickly asked.

"Yes, I am. Can I help you?" He asked, offering a slightly bored smile.

"Yes, I hope so. I'm Peyton Sawyer. And I need to ask you some questions about Elie Rollins. If that's okay. Please it's really important."

At the mention of Elie's name, his smile changed to a slightly sad one, and motioned her into his office.

"Tell, me why would to presumably high school students be wondering what I could tell them about Elie Rollins." He asked sitting behind the desk.

"Well, it's kinda complicated. See, the thing is.." Peyton, really wasn't sure how to answer this. She looked at Chris for help, and he offered her a reassuring smile. "The thing is Elie is my mother. Which I just found out at the beginning of the summer. And the thing is now I need to know who my father is. Your name was on the top of the list, as most likely. I can assure you I don't want anything from you other then, to know if you are in fact my father, and just some knowledge. Of what she was like before it all got started. Family heath condensations. And I guess I really don't know, everything I want to know right now. Other then, who my father is." Peyton inhaled deeply, and then sunk into the chair next to Chris.

"You say you're Elie's daughter?"

"Yes, she put me up for adoption, and this summer she showed up. She has breast cancer, or at least had it. And she's confused my whole world, and now I have these questions I need answers to. And who my father is, is one of them. Right now it feels like a pretty big one."

"All right. I'll call and have an appointment set up."

"Thank you, so much." Peyton offered him a broad smile of relief.

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Andrew Reichmann had managed to get them an appointment that same day. To Peyton's dismay it was going to take two weeks for results.

So, since she was going to be there for awhile it seemed, she told Alex and Tristan why she was there. She and Chris enrolled in the high school, that sat in center of town. She had dinner with Elie, a few times, as well as with Mr. Reichmann. Through the beginning of the first week, so started out in her own bed, but by morning she was in Chris'. So, she finally gave in and went to bed there too. Every evening it seemed she got a phone call from her friends back home.