Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill, at all.

Chris and Peyton sat in the doctors next to each other in the doctors office. Chris was practically holding Peyton in her chair. Andrew Reichmann sat with them in the once more, waiting for the doctor to come in and talk to them. Peyton had been standing near in front of the chairs shaking slightly, until Chris quickly pulled her down beside him, and wrapped his arm around her waist pressing her against him. He gave her a reassuring smile, and her thigh a slight squeeze. Andrew chose to ignore the actions between the two teens beside him.

"All right, Mr. Reichmann and Miss. Sawyer." The doctor said coming into the room. "And you are?" He asked looking up at Chris.

"Chris Keller, he's my boyfriend" Peyton spat out quicky. Before it could dawn on her what she had just said. And started to shack slightly. Hoping Chris wouldn't be upset, or over react about what she just said, had she read too much into last night. She found her answer when he gave her thigh another reassuring squeeze.

"I'm here for support." He answered.

"All right. Well, I asked you to come back in here today for the test results. I'm sorry to say, that the other day when I gave you your results. There was a slight malfunction with our computers, and some how some of our records got switched. Yours was on of them. Now that we got everything straightened out, I need to give you the results again. To be sure you got the right one. As it turns out, Miss. Sawyer here, is in fact your daughter Mr. Reichmann."

"Oh, my gosh." Peyton, gasp and sagged against Chris.

"I'm sorry for any inconvenience." The doctor said.

"Thank you." Andrew said as he stood shacking the doctor's hand, then turned to Peyton as the doctor left the room. Peyton still leaned heavily into Chris' side, with a slightly dazed smile present on her face. "So, you're really my daughter?" Andrew asked with a smile.

"I guess so."

"Well, how about we go get some lunch." Andrew offered as they were walking into the parking lot.

"That'd be great." Peyton answered.

"Well, I will see you back at the house." Chris said as he leaned into place a soft kiss on her check.

"Oh, you are more then welcome to come, Chris." Andrew offered.

"No, right now, I think maybe it'd be best if you two had sometime to talk. I'll catch you later." With a slight squeeze to her hand, he kissed her knuckles, and then turned to leave.

"So you're living with Chris?" Andrew asked out of the blue near the end of their lunch.

"Wow! That wasn't expected. And uh, I don't exactly live with Chris. I live with my dad, will I guess adopted dad. And I just came down here to talk to Elie, and I'm staying with his sister, we'll we're both are. I live in Tree Hill, and he was staying there for a while, and that's where we meet. And we were both coming down here at the same time, so he offered to let me stay at his sister's place."

"Ah, he seems to be a really great guy. And he seems to care about you a lot."

"I seem to care about him a lot as well."

Peyton ended up spending most of the day with Andrew talking, and then spent a few hours with Elie. By the time she got back to Alex's it was around 10:30, and she was pretty worn out. She slowly entered Chris' room to find him sitting on the end of his bed, playing his guitar, and softly singing.

"Hey," he said gently looking up at her, as she crossed to the bed and stretched out next to him.

"Hey, that sount really good." She whispered, snuggling into the pillow, and reached one hand over to place gently on his thigh.

Chris placed his guitar down in its case. He picked her hand up and kissed her knuckles. "Did you have a nice day?"

"Yea, I did. But, now I'm ready for bed. Coming?"

"Aren't you going to get undressed?" He asked moving closed to her.

"Tired, do it for me?"

"Well, if that didn't just sound dirty." He teased smiling, as he released her hand, and caught the zipper of her pants, undoing them and tugging them off her. Then pulled her shirt over her head. Retrieved one of his, and pulled on her. He stood from the bed, and stripped down to his boxers.

Chris climbed in bed beside her, pulling the covers over both of them. He wrapped his arms around Peyton and pulled her against his chest. He kissed her hair, as she rolled over and snuggled into his side.

"You're the best Chris, truly." She whispered, as he kissed her hair.

"Only for you my dear." He whispered in return. "I'm always here." He added softly into her already asleep state.

The months clicked by, till spring. Peyton and Chris continued to stay with Alex and Tristan, and go to school. She spent much time with both Elie and Andrew. She had made a few weekend trips home to visit with her friends, and each time in some way the tried to convince her to stay. Somehow she found that she could not. Many a time she thought about it, and part of her wanted to, but the greater part of her needed to return to Elie, to Andrew. To Chris. Her friend and father both claimed to understand, but sometimes she doubted that they did understand. Her father, yes he understood that she had been drifting, and what she was doing now was getting her back on track. And though her friends may not have fully understood her need, they supported her none the less. They needed her to be okay again, and she was starting to be just that.

"Hey Chris!" Peyton yelled as she entered the house. It was only she and Chris there right now. Alex and Tristan were up state visiting his brother.

"Hey beautiful! What's up?" Chris asked with a grin, turning as she entered the kitchen. His grin quickly fell away when he saw her tear stricken face, and her disheveled appearance. "Hey, what is it?" He took quick steps across the kitchen, to which she fell into his arms.

"She..she lied to me!" She gasped out. "She lied. Her cancer isn't gone! It's still very much there! I over heard a conversation she was having with Andrew. I don't know why she felt she could tell him and not me. I'm her daughter, and I asked her. I asked her if it was all gone. And she told me that it was. She lied, cause she, isn't in remission at all. She never was!" She buried her face in his chest and shook with sobs. Chris sank to the floor, holding her close to him. He rocked softly, murmuring gently to her.

"It'll, be all right baby. I've got you, I'm here, just hold tight."

Peyton awoke, wrapped in covers, curled up in Chris' bed. She sat up slightly and looked at the bed side clock. '3 a.m.' She had no clue as to when she had fell asleep. Only that it had been in Chris' arms as she soothed her.

"Come 'ere baby. He soothed as he tightened his arm around her, and pulling her the short distance across the bed, to where she was pressed full flush against him.

"How did you know I was a wake?"

"I felt you moving."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's all right babe. It's always all right. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you."

"Just hold me. Right now. Just be here, and hold me."

The following morning. Saturday. Peyton arrived at Elie's, only to see the paramedics wheeling her out. "Oh, my gosh!" Peyton ran quickly to her side, "What happened?"

"Miss. We're going to have to ask you to step back." One answered.

"She's my mother. Please." Peyton quickly found that she was crying, and one of the paramedics nodded to her, and ushered her into the ambulance.

She happened to just glance up in time to see a very distressed looking Andrew stepping out of the house.

"And he is?" Asked the paramedic next to Peyton, nodding in Andrew's direction.

"Andrew Reichmann, my father."

Chris ran, literally ran into the hospital. After hastily getting directions on where he needed to go from a nurse, then hurried up the stair, deciding the elevator took too long. By the time he reached the right corridor, he was panting trying to catch his breath. He saw Peyton at the other end, slouched in chair crying into her hands.

"Peyton!" He yelled, once again picking up his run, rushing tor wards her.

She stood just as he reached her, and grasped her up into his arms. "How did? ..."

"Andrew called me, told me everything." He heaved hugging her tighter, while still trying to catch his breath. "I'm here now, don't worry. I've got you."

"This is it, Chris. She's, she's..." Peyton gasped and buried her face in the crock of his neck, crying. She was unable to finish her sentence. Chris didn't need her to. He gently stroked her hair, and back, gripping her tighter.

"Miss. Sawyer?" Asked the doctor approaching Peyton, Chris and Andrew. Who was seated in chairs in the hallway, they were asked to wait in. Peyton sat on Chris' lap, clinging tightly to him. She stood quickly when the doctor, spoke. Chris and Andrew were standing just as quickly on either side of her.

"I'm Peyton Sawyer." She answered nervously, holding tight to Chris' hand.

"You are Elie's only child. Is that correct?"

"As far as I know."

"Just need to affirm that. Now then, we have news about your mother. I'm afraid when she decided to forgo her treatments, then there was nothing to stop her cancer from getting worse. I'm sorry to inform you, but her cancer has greatly elevated."

"I'm sorry, but what does all that mean?" Peyton interrupted.