A/N: so just wanted to say that I would have posted earlier this day, but I had to work for a full 8 hours and just got out...so here you have the next chapter :D

Flashbacks in Italics

Chapter Four: Come On Home

Lucas stood outside of gate one, where the flight from Los Angeles was coming into land, fumbling with his brothers keys in his right hand. Peyton had called him to inform him when the flight would be landing.

"Hey Luke, just to give you a heads up you might wanna take a bigger car than that classic of yours. Pres and Elle took a lot of merchandise with them."

Peyton had informed Lucas as she poured coffee into her favorite mug that was inscribed with the words 'Worlds Coolest Mom,' it was a gift from her children on Mother's Day years back.

"Come on, Peyt. It can't be that much."

He smiled as he grabbed his own keys and headed out the door towards Tree Hill Airport.

"We had to rent a U-Haul just to get everything to the airport at once." She joked and she could hear Lucas' genuine laugh on the other end."Trust me; you do want to make it in one trip, right?"

Lucas made a U turn and headed towards his brother's house to pick up the SUV.

"Okay, so their plane lands at twelve thirty."

And all Peyton hoped was that her children, at the last minute, wouldn't change their tickets for a two way trip to France. She had even called when their plane had landed in Houston, Texas to change planes and had somehow managed to convince a security guard from American Airlines to escort Preston and Leighton personally onto their next plane. You could imagine the shocked and embarrassed faces of the sibling as the bulky security cop walked to them and had informed them of their mother's wishes. It was definitely not funny what so ever.

He noticed his children walking out of the terminal, tiredly, and smiled as he stood there waiting for them. The brother and sister walked up to him and each gave them a hug.

"Hi, dad."

It was Preston who had first gave his father a hug and after he let go Leighton embraced her father quickly.

"Hi, daddy."

Lucas couldn't help but smile at this. He didn't know when the last time his children had called him dad and it felt good.

"So how about we go get your bags and you can tell me all about your flight."

Lucas had mentioned as he tried to usher his kids to where the bags would be rotating in a huge eight looking circle.

"I really need a cup of coffee first."

Preston had informed his father. He was feeling really drained after that long flight and having to change planes at almost three in the morning. He really needed this pick me up and knew his sister did too.

"Got them right here." Lucas held up the coffees that were in the Styrofoam cups. "I just got them less than five minutes ago."

"You're my hero."

Leighton grinned as she quickly grabbed the cup and took a gulp letting the hot liquid wake her up. Preston gratefully took the last one from the cup holder.

"I've been told I tend to save people."

'Well particularly a beautiful blonde.' Lucas thought. The trio walked towards their destination where they'd pick up the suitcases. It wasn't hard to miss his children's cases as they had the expensive logos of the shops down Rodeo Drive. He just didn't realize there was so many.

"That one is mine. Ooh and so is that one. Oh, Pres, that one is yours."

Leighton said for what seemed like the nineteenth, twentieth, and twenty first times as she pointed towards the expensive looking cases. Ten minutes later and a quick count of the bags, both Elle and Pres had informed their father that all their bags had been collected. They practically had to get one of those moving carts to get all their suitcases out of the airport. They quickly packed the bags in the back of the SUV and took some room in the back seats, it was like playing a game of tetras, and headed towards Lucas' house.

"So after we get you guys unpacked we'll head down to grandma Karen's for a visit."

Elle who was practically falling asleep in the backseat spoke and Lucas took a couple glances through the review window to see what his daughter was saying.

"We're both really jet lagged, dad. Can we go tomorrow? It's technically only ten in L.A. and we were both up really late to begin with. Not to mention we still need to unpack."

Lucas agreed as they pulled into the drive way and into their newly bought home. It was bigger than the previous one. This one had six bedrooms compared to the three in the old house. It was meant to also accommodate his two growing children when they came for a visit, instead of sharing the spare guest bedroom in the previous house. He could have sworn he heard his son whisper 'nice place' as he led them inside and showed them where they would be staying for the summer.

"Killer, I get my own bathroom. Just like at home."

"And so does Preston."

Father and children had been bringing in the luggage as he motioned that they'd be staying on the first floor, doors across from each other. The white walls looked like a canvas waiting to be painted on.

"These are your rooms. So maybe this summer you can make them yours, officially. Paint, decorate, customize, do whatever you want as long as there is no gaping hole where you can see the back yard."

He joked the last part. At the moment the room looked plain. The white walls, the lone bed to the far right, the desk on the other side, the two windows on the same wall but opposite each other; it was a project waiting to happen. And suddenly they weren't so tired.

"Hey Lu…Dad can we go to the hardware store?"

Preston had asked and his father agreed. Hours later the trio had returned to the quiet house, apparently Lindsay and Elliot had taken the day off to go outing. They'd had skipped the paint and bought colored wall paper and different designs, seeing as paint would take days to dry. They also ended up at a crafts store after Elle had insisted and bought some things for her new project, too.

It took them until the wee hours in the early morning to finish. Only stopping to talk with their mom and having a very quite dinner with the immediate Scott clan, seriously less than twenty words were spoken though out the whole meal. Preston and Leighton quickly got back to their unfinished project while drinking a couple cups of coffee in between to help them stake away, even though Lindsay didn't approve saying that sixteen year olds shouldn't be drinking coffee. A small rebuttal from Preston, indicating that soda caffeine was just as bad and the debate didn't go any further.

The end result, Preston's had transformed into a very guy looking room. The walls were red, except for one wall that had every inch of its space covered with a picture of a classic Lakers' poster where one of their MVP players had just dunked the winning ball into the hoop as the buzzard hit zero. It had happened by chance that Lucas found that wall poster and Preston was very thankful his dad had. His bed faced that wall, it was the favorite thing in the room, and he could stare at it all day. Posters of his favorite band were placed in between the windows, even one poster of his band's last gig. His laptop sat on top of the black desk as a line of four framed photographs were the only other thing occupying the desk, one was of his family, the second of his band playing their first gig, the third of him and his girlfriend, and the fourth of Julian, himself, and Kobe Bryant at a Lakers game when he was a kid.

Leighton's room turned out very much like her, girly. Peyton had once mentioned that she knew her daughter would turn out very girly because ever since she could remember Elle always wanted to be in a dress no matter the weather outside. Once when Elle was two, Peyton had put her in a pair of jeans and as she turned around to grab a top Peyton noticed, out of the corner of her eye, the pants had gone flaying across the floor and a very sad little girl had been crying that she wanted to wear a dress.

Her bed was placed in between the large windows that touched the ground, walls covered in a very bright but beautiful yellow. One wall was covered in a thick material three poster panoramic picture of Los Angeles' oceananic view with the fair wheel on the pier at sunset, her most favorite place to visit in her home town. She had managed to get it sent to her father's house after bidding for it on eBay and winning. Her yellow walls covered with framed picturesque and random photos of her family, friends, ballet recitals, concert trips, and many other unique photographs. Her laptop was the only thing occupying the white desk that came with the room, it was covered with copies of laminated sketches of her own and many popular ones that her mother had drew back when she was a teen. The most well known was of a boy and a girl with a heading that said 'Now we can have it.'

A little less than half their luggage had been filled with things from their home in L.A. that they couldn't live without. The only thing that was almost similar in both of the rooms was where their iPod and iPod's docking music system were placed, right above their beds on the oak colored shelf.

A/N: So there you have it! did you enjoy it?? oh and I will try to post a new chapter for Hark! The Herald Angels Sing late tonight! so push that green review button and show me the love :D