"You've gotta be kidding me!" Peyton exclaimed.

Watching the front of her car release some smoke, she pulled over to the side of the road. She kept an eye on cars passing until there was a clear spot where she could open her door and get out of her car. She popped the hood and more smoke escapes, causing her to cough. Peyton waved her hand at the smoke, trying to clear it and have a look at her engine. All she could really tell that there was enough smoke to know that her car problem couldn't be any good.

Standing aside helplessly, Peyton fished for her phone out of her pocket. She took a glance around, looking for any street signs to tell someone where she was stranded. At that moment, she realized she didn't really have anyone to call. If she ever found herself in this situation in Tree Hill, it was a habit to call one of the Scott brothers. Since she was still in Canada, she had no idea what to do. The only thing that crossed her mind was possibly calling a Canadian.

"That doesn't look good," Tommy stated as she climbed out of his Cobra. He had pulled over in front of Peyton's car, a half an hour after she called. He rushed there to help her, but she had driven quite a distance from G Major by the time she called.

Peyton sighed with relief when she spotted Tommy and heard his voice. She had been leaning against her car for awhile now, watching the cars pass and occasionally scanning through her numbers in her cell for another idea on who to contact. She made her way to the hood her of car to join Tommy. "I'm so sorry. I just didn't know who else to call, and with your collection of cars, I figured you--"

"It's alright," Tommy interrupted. He could tell by her frantic tone that she was distraught. And really, he didn't mind the call much at all. "I wouldn't leave you stranded on the side of the street, Peyton," he stated.

Running her fingers through her hair, Peyton stared down at her engine. "Thanks," she said glumly. "I just don't know what happened…"

Tommy nodded and leaned under the popped hood. He made a few grunts as he observed the engine another other surrounding parts. "I don't know…" he mumbled as he moved slightly to get another view.

Peyton took a deep breath, thinking about what she could possible sacrifice to fix her car. She was already low on money, but she really needed to get home. "Is there anything you can do..?" she asked hopefully.

Pulling back, Tommy stood up straight and looked at Peyton. "I'll do what I can," he stated in a calm manner.

"But you do know about cars, right?" Peyton questioned. She quickly added, "I mean, with the different cars you tool around, I thought you'd probably know a thing or two."

"Tool around?" Tommy repeated with a chuckle.

Her jaw dropped slightly, thinking about that statement. "I didn't mean it in a bad way," she clarified. "I just meant that you have some pretty nice cars. I mean, you came here in a freakin' Cobra—"

Tommy chuckled softly once more. "It's okay. And I do know my fair share about cars. I just don't know how much I can help you."

With her lips pretty together, Peyton nodded. "I know," she stated with a touch of defeat. "My car's a real junker, I just can't get rid of it…" She leaned back against her car and stared out at the cars passing again. "It was my mom's…" she admitted.

Glancing at Peyton from the corner of his eye, he knew that her mother was a sore subject from her. "More reason for us to get this sucker back in shape," he stated.

Turning her attention back to Tommy, Peyton watched him quickly look away from her and back to the engine. She smiled to herself for both Tommy's sweet sentiment and his glace that she caught. She didn't know what it was about him, but there was something about the way they talked that made her feel special. She didn't even know what to say back to him at this point, just giving her more time to bask in the glow of his charm.

As Tommy spotted a possible problem with the car, he started to roll his sleeves up. He took a short glance over at Peyton and saw her shiver. Before he touched the engine, Tommy slid his leather jacket off of his shoulders and took it off. He started to pass it over to Peyton, and she held her hands out to hold it for him. Tommy shook his head with a grin on his face. He took an extra step around Peyton and placed it on her shoulders. "You look cold," he stated.

"Thanks," she stated as she blushed. Peyton looked down at the ground, feeling a touch foolish. She had thought that Tommy wanted her to hold it for him while he messed with her car so it wouldn't get dirty. Never had she thought that he was actually aiming to please her yet again. A moment later, Peyton cleared her throat and glanced over Tommy's shoulder. "Did you find something?" she inquired.

Yanking at something, Tommy instantaneously pulled back when a giant cloud of black smoke hissed out of the car. He coughed at the sight and held his arm out for Peyton to back up as well. He glanced over at her and waved the smoke away with his other hand. "I think that'd be our problem," he said surely.

Peyton coughed slightly as well, taking a few steps back. "Yeah," she agreed. "I probably could've figured that one out myself.

Tommy chuckled and brought Peyton over to his car. "We should get you towed over to my place. I can fix it there," he offered.

Biting her bottom lip, Peyton shook her head. "I don't have any money," she stated nervously. She shrugged slightly and added, "That's kinda why I didn't just call a tow service."

Grinning, Tommy repeated, "Kinda..?"

All Peyton could do was smile back. She could've explained that's why she called him, but they both knew that wasn't the only reason. There was much more to it, but she couldn't be that open. She was never that open with anyone, and especially so soon after meeting. She simply cleared her throat and turned away from him slightly.

"I'll pay for it," Tommy offered. He led her to the passenger's side and opened the door for her, waiting for her to sit.

Peyton shook her head at him. "I can't let you do that," she remarked. "It's too much, and I've already imposed too much."

Tommy stayed by the car door, still just wanting her to climb into the car. "Peyton, I already said I'm not going to leave you on the street. The only way I can help you is if you get towed." He held his hand out once more for her to get in the car.

"I just don't feel right about having you pay," Peyton insisted. She stood a few feet away from Tommy, still giving him shy eyes.

Tommy continued waiting for her with the shake of his head. "Then pay me back," he stated plainly. He waited for a second before continuing, "Pay me back with an awesome benefit concert that helps out the community."

Peyton smiled and stepped closer to him. She stood in the way of the door, but didn't sit yet. "I don't know if I can help an entire community," she stated skeptically before sitting down.

"Just one person will do," he claimed. "Even if that person is just me." Tommy closed the door for Peyton, walking quickly around the Cobra to take his own seat.