Hey guys, apologies for the delay on this update, I meant to put it up late Friday night/early hours of Saturday, but the internet on my laptop went down :( anyways, here's chapter two of The A-Team, Enjoy!

Chapter 2 – Ignorance

'You have some nerve, girl!' a forty-odd year old woman was screaming at none other than Peyton Sawyer. 'How dare you come back to this town, after everything that's happened? After everything we did for you, and your lousy way of paying us back?'

'Aunt May. You're causing a commotion.' Peyton said. And she wasn't wrong. They were stood in the middle of the ER, and all the drunks from the night waiting in chairs were staring. As was the receptionist. As were Nurse Haley James-Scott, and Dr Lucas Scott.

Lucas stepped forward. 'Excuse me,' he spoke directly to the older woman. 'If you could take this into the relative's room? I'll show you the way.' He told them.

Peyton, and the woman, along with her husband, followed Lucas into a side room and opened the door for them, showing them the empty room.

'Thanks,' Peyton said quietly.

Lucas left the room closing the door behind him. He turned around, and bumped into Haley. 'We shouldn't listen should we?' he asked her.

'No!' she said astonished. Then smiled, 'however, that woman was shouting pretty loud, I reckon we'll still be able to hear her if we stand just outside, like here?' she laughed quietly.

'Haley James' Lucas said smirking.

'Scott.' She corrected automatically. 'Haley James, Scott.'

'Sorry, now shh, they're starting again.'

'Aunt May, listen to me. I did not come back here with the intention of seeing any of you. I got a job and I couldn't turn it do-'

She was cut off by her aunt's husband. 'Don't, girl. You fine well could have turned it down.' His voice was menacing, and Peyton flinched ever so slightly when he spoke. 'This is our home. This is where we live; you're the one who left.'

'It was my home first!' Peyton exclaimed. 'You only moved here when my parents died, you live off their money, you don't work, you-'

She was cut off when her aunt slapped her across her face, hard. 'How dare you! We left our lives behind to come and look after you and Rosie when my sister and her husband died! You thank us by running away, and Rosie was fine until you returned. Now she's stealing my car and crashing it into trees. And it's all your fault!' her voice was steadily increasing in volume – and pitch – until her final sentence was a border-line scream.

'How on earth was that my fault? She didn't even know I was back!'

'Doesn't matter, girl.' Her uncle grunted. 'We know what you're like. She probably saw you in the street. She was heartbroken when you left her, heartbroken.'

Peyton clenched her jaw, and her fists closed tightly, 'and whose fault is that, Uncle Mick?' Peyton spat out his name, disgust rolling off her tongue

'Enough fighting!' May shouted, sounding exasperated. 'We had enough of that when you still lived with us. Just stay away from your sister, she's still good.'

'If by good you mean theft and under-age driving? Then she's a freaking angel.' Peyton said, turning on her heel, hotly, and heading to the door. She flung the door open, only to be greeted by Haley and Lucas. She left the relatives room and closed the door behind her before facing her soon-to-be colleagues. 'Hear anything you liked?' she asked.

'Oh, no. We weren't, I mean we were, but…' Haley stuttered, trying to think of an excuse.

'I don't care.' Peyton smiled, 'just do me a favour? Spread around town how horrible he is for me?' she smiled hopefully.

Haley looked apologetic. 'No can do, sorry. I never knew your uncle was Mick Wolfe. Nathan never said.'

'Yeah, they didn't get on too well.' Peyton smirked. 'Anyways, I'd best be off.'

Lucas looked at her. 'Don't you want to know how Rosa is?' he asked, incredulous. If that was Nathan lying in the hospital bed, he'd be in there every possible moment or at least asking of his welfare.

'Probably best not to,' she sighed. 'I haven't seen her since she was five. And besides, they're her legal guardians, if they ask me to stay away; I kinda have to don't I?'

'I guess…' Haley bit her bottom lip. 'Oh, do Brooke and Nate know you're back?'

'Yeah… they invited me round for dinner tomorrow night, at yours?' she laughed slightly.

'Oh of course, you're the friend. Should've guessed.' Haley guessed. 'I'm sorry; I'm not normally this ditzy. I'm tired, night shift, y'know?' she laughed again. 'Well I'll guess we'll see you tomorrow… Peyton?' her voice raised at end almost as if asking for permission to use her first name.

'Of course, Haley.' Peyton smiled slightly, 'Lucas.' She nodded at him.'

'Bye… Peyton.' He said in return.

'Babe, calm down. It's only Peyton, she loves mess, she practically lives in a pig-sty.' Nathan said as his wife ran around the house cleaning up. Lucas, Brooke, and Rachel were all sat in the front room with Nathan, each with a drink in their hands, chatting quietly.

'Only Peyton? Only one of your longest childhood friends! Only the daughter of Anna and Larry Sawyer, who I hear were pretty awesome. Only the niece of Mick Wolfe!' Brooke looked over at Haley and frowned at Mick's name, and Nathan's grinned slipped off his face. Haley continued oblivious to her husband and friend's anger. 'Only the person you guys are always talking about.' Brooke and Nathan smiled again, laughing. 'Only the person you lost your virginity to!' Haley's voice got very high, and she collapsed on the sofa, on the other side to where her husband was sitting.

Nathan smiled and shuffled closer to his wife. 'Is that what you're all in a flap about? Hales hunny, we were fifteen.'

'Yeah and you went out for nearly two years!' she said, 'and you're still really close.'

'What Peyton and I had was nothing compared to what we have.' Nathan said, putting his arm over her shoulder and kissing her head.

'Nate's right,' Brooke said, 'they were more like friends with benefits.'

'I thought they were exclusive' Rachel piped up, a look of confusion on her face.

'Officially,' Brooke said, smirking. 'But High School Nathan didn't know what that meant. Stop being silly Hales, Peyton's no threat.'

'Yeah, you met her yesterday, she seemed really nice.' Lucas added.

'Yeah, I guess.' Haley spoke slowly. Just then the doorbell rang. 'Oh my gosh! That's her, the house is still a mess!' she jumped up and ran to answer the door, plastering a smile on her face and answering the door. 'Peyton! Hi, come in.'

'Hi' Peyton smiled. 'Oh, ouch'

Brooke and Nathan had stood up by this point and had engulfed her in a crushing hug.

'Good to see you, Sawyer.' Nathan said.

'Yeah, P. We've missed ya.' Brooke added.

'Guys' Peyton gasped. 'Can't. Breathe.'

'Sorry,' they said releasing her at once.

'Here, let me take your coat.' Haley said.

'Haley, the coat rack is just next to me,' Peyton said, hanging her coat up.

'Oh of course, sorry.' She bit her lip. 'I'll go get you a drink. Nate said you like whiskey?'

'Oh, Erm well I'm driving. So…'

'Soda?' Haley asked.

'That'd be lovely, thanks.'

'Nathan, show our guest to the front room.' Haley scolded her husband, before running off to the kitchen.

'Ignore her,' Nathan said loudly so that his wife could still hear. 'She's a bit nervous.' He laughed.

'Her? Why? She's lovely.' Peyton said.

'Threatened by your history.' Brooke added, helpfully.

'Ah.' Peyton said, finally getting the reason for the newly-wed woman's discomfort.

Nathan led Peyton into a small living room, with blue wallpaper, and a roaring fire. 'Peyt. This is Lucas, my brother. And this is Rachel, our friend.' He said.

'Hi, it's nice to meet you.' She shook Rachel's hand and nodded at Lucas. 'Wow, you know you've missed a lot, when Nathan Scott calls Lucas Scott his brother.' She smirked at Nathan.

'Shut up.' Nathan said, shoving her playfully. Unfortunately for him, Haley had chosen that precise moment to walk in the room.

'Nathan Royal Scott! You don't shove our guests. You're stronger than you think, you might hurt her.' She scolded him for the second time since Peyton had arrived.

'But it's just Peyton.' He argued.

'Yeah, Haley. It's fine honestly. I could totally take him.' she winked at Haley, and shoved Nathan softly, causing him to stumble and curse.

'Here sit down, Peyton.' Haley led Peyton to the sofa, and handed her a drink, sitting next to her. 'Tell us all about yourself.'

'Err…' Peyton looked at Brooke, horror in her eyes. She'd just met this woman and was expected to spill her life story?

'She means,' Brooke said, rolling her eyes. 'Things you like to do etc. not your sordid affairs, chill P. Sawyer.'

'Oh. Well, there's not much to tell, truthfully. I'm quite boring really.'

'True, true. She's always wanted to be a crazy cat lady, right P?' Nathan said, grinning mischievously.

'Ew. I hate cats.' Peyton said, shuddering slightly.

Nathan laughed. 'Whatever. Dinner anybody?'

Nathan led the way into a large dining room, where a beautiful oak table was in the centre of the room, the walls were a deep green, and various photoframes hung on the walls. And everyone except for Haley sat down.

Peyton gasped, 'Haley, your home is beautiful.'

'Thanks, we only need to do the bedroom now, it's so lifeless.' Haley sighed. 'I'll go get the dinner.' she announced.

'I'll help you Haley,' Rachel stood up and followed the petit woman out of the room.

'So Sawyer, how's your head?' Nathan turned to Peyton.

'Huh?' Peyton asked, not having paid attention to him, she was too busy looking at all the photographs.

'Your head? Oh God, you suffering from memory loss?' He asked, with a slightly panicked tone to his voice.

'No, don;t be silly.' Peyton laughed. 'I wasn't listening to you. My head's fine.'

'Really? No pain, you know head injuries can be very-'

'Nate. Forgetting that I'm a doctor are we?' she smirked at him.

Nathan turned red. 'Oh yeah, sorry.'

Haley and Rachel came into the room, carrying platters of food. 'Dig in everyone, help yourselves' Haley said, sitting down and starting to fill her plate.

Whe they finished, they were all talking aroung the table.

'So, ,' Brooke said. 'What you been up to in sunny L.A?'

Peyton laughed. 'Nothing, I'm boring remember.'

'You must have been doing something,' Rachel added. 'Or do you pass time staring at blank walls?'

Peyton laughed again, 'Err... Eating, sleeping, and working. That's about it.'

'What did you do between shifts?' Lucas asked.

'Well, I spent about a year painting my apartment. I like having scenery painted on the walls.'

'You like to paint?' Haley asked.

'Oh, yeah. Peyt's an artist.' Nathan said. 'Forgot about that.'

Haley sighed. 'For a month I've been asking him. Do you know anywhere we can find a decent artist to do our bedroom, and for a month I've gotten the reply of 'No, babe. I don't hang with artists'.' Haley did an eerily accurate impression of Nathan's voice.

'I forgot!' Nathan said indignantly.

Everyone laughed.

'Oh God, is that the time?' Peyton asked.

'Jesus,' Brooke said. 'I have to wake up early tomorrow for work.'

'Same,' everyone chorused at the same time.

', drive me home?' Brooke asked, 'And Lucas and Rachel. I was supposed to drive, but I forgot and drank.' She smiled sweetly and giggled.

'It's ok, you don't have to.' Lucas said.

'Yeah we'll go halfsies on a cab.' Rachel said, then catching Lucas' eye added,Or walk... cheap skate.' she added under her breath.

Peyton laughed. 'It's fine, just give me directions.'

'So what do you think of Tree Hill so far Peyton?' Rachel asked from the back of Peyton's antique car, The Comet.

Peyton laughed. 'I lived here most of my life you know.'

'Of course,' Rachel said, her ears going the same colour of her flaming red hair. 'I forgot. Did you miss it?'

Peyton shrugged. 'Of course, I love this town. I love my friends here.'

Rachel frowned, 'then why did you leave?' Lucas looked up.

'Didn't get along with my aunt and uncle very well, different views of life.'

Brooke scoffed. 'Understatement of the year, right there. 'Didn't get along'' she mimicked Peyton. 'You absolutely hated Mick's guts.'

'Yeah, yeah. Whatever.' Peyton said.

The rest of the journey was completed in silence, and by the time she got home, it was nearly eleven. She walked into her small, cold apartment. The walls were bare and white, no pictures hung on the wall, the floors too were white, the generic carpet put in when trying to sell something as a blank canvas. There were boxes strewn all over the place, in the front room, the kitchen, but mostly in the bedroom. In room, pushed right up against the wall, lay a large black bed. A single bedside table sat next to it. On the table there were two photo frames. The first one, portrayed a couple in their mid-thirties, sat holding a newborn baby, with a young adolescent stood between their shoulders, staring adoringly at the baby. The second one, showed a younger Peyton, wearing graduation robes, smiling with her arms around a young girl. The young girl could have only been about five, with long, straight, brown hair, and pale skin. The only likeness between the two girls were their sparkling green eyes.

Peyton picked up the photo frame. 'Don't worry, Rosie.' She spoke to the empty room. 'I'll get you out.'

So... Thoughts? What is Peyton going to try and get her out of? I love reading your awesome reviews, so please leave your comments :)