Sorry, sorry, sorry. I have had school, work and preparations for my final exams that will be in two months, so I've been busy non-stop since I updated last year.

But I found time to write down the ideas for this chapter that have been in my head since July 2012 and shortly after that. I hope you like it. It is only the first part, the next will be my version of the concert in episode 5.07. But I wanted to give to this until I can make time to write again.

Thanks to everyone who has been patient and waiting for updates.

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Anti-Hero

by Marlon Roudette

I run to you

by Lady Antebellum

Part 1

Lucas

Lucas slowly opened his eyes. Bright light was blending him and he shut them again. He tried to sense where he was. He was lying in a comfortable bed, his head was hurting, and he apparently had a bandage that covered his upper head. And he felt a needle in his left arm.

Was he in a hospital? How had he got here? His memory was still foggy. So he opened his eyes and after his eyes got adjusted to the light he saw that he was indeed in a hospital.

And more importantly there was someone sitting in a chair next to his bed. A woman with blond curls and she had her head rested on her right hand. But it was unmistakably Peyton.

She was leaning in the not-so-comfortable looking visitors chair and had apparently fallen asleep. But there was something off with her posture. He expected he to have he head turned toward him. After all it seemed as if she had brought him here, he felt it in his gut that she had come here with him. Then why did it appear that she was keeping her eyes fixed on her left arm? It had to mean something... if he could only guess what.

And then it all came back to him like a flash. The fight, her confession and the emotions they evoked in him and him being hit by a copy of his novel. And after that how worried, yet beautiful she had looked in that moment, avoiding his gaze and how he didn't want to let go of her left arm!

Could that be? Was she thinking about that? And what had been going on in her head in this moment? What had caused her to avoid his look? She didn't do that without a reason.

But his thoughts were yet interrupted because just after he had it partly figured out the door opened and a nurse entered his room.

"Ah Mr Scott, I see you are awake. How are you?", she asked.

"Ok. My head still hurts. Why is my head bandaged by the way?", he said.

"You have a light concussion and were bleeding when you came in. But the concussion should be gone in a about two weeks. The doctor already subscribed you medicine. But it you should stay here tonight just in case.", she explained to him.

"Ah ok. Thank you. How long was I unconscious?", he asked a little uncertain. How long had Peyton been here? He entered her office in the late afternoon, so he had no guess how long he has been out.

"In about six hours. Your girlfriend called the ambulance and stayed with you since. Why don't we wake her and let her see you are up?", she said with a smile and went to over to the sleeping Peyton.

"She is not...", he started to say, slightly red in the face but it was too late. The nurse had already began waking Peyton and she was stirring awake. He could see her move a little.

He debatted with himself what to do but it didn't take long for him to realize that he couldn't run from talking to Peyton about what had happened. Not if the nurse left the room to presumably get a doctor, since she assumed Peyton to be his girlfriend.

He didn't know what to think, where to start. They were only starting to clear the past, and Peyton's confession indicated that she regretted her refusal of his proposal which would be contrary to every scenario he had set up for himself since then. He knew he had to talk to her but despite the progress they were making in getting along, if you could call it that, it was never easy. And his gut told him he had to but... something was holding him back. Fear or something else?

Indeed once Peyton had awoken the nurse said: "He is awake sweetheart. I'll get the doctor to check on him.

The nurse turned around and just before she completely closed the door she looked from Peyton to him with an encouraging smile.

Lucas turned his head and saw Peyton looking at him. She was biting her lower lip which he read as that she wasn't sure what to do either but her emerald eyes looked relieved.

"So... you okay? How is your head?", she asked hesitantly almost, but not quite meeting his gaze.

"Good I think. The nurse said I have a concussion so that would explain the ache but that's ok." , he answered and as soon as he said it regretted it because he saw guilt wash over her face and small tears in the corners of her eyes that she wanted to suppress but he saw it anyway.

"What is it? Why are you crying?", he asked concerned and saw surprise wash over her face for a second, and she turned her head but finally met his gaze guilt, defeat and shame in her eyes.

"Because it is my fault here. If I hadn't thrown the book at you you wouldn't be here in the first place. If I had my emotions under control you wouldn't be hurt.", she admitted and he read in her eyes that she meant every word she said.

Her fault? Rubbish? They had both gotten emotional and if he had remembered while taking steps back that there was a chair which he could fall over backwards it wouldn't have happened. But it was important that the cleared the things they said, mostly what she said. It hurt, yes, it made them uncomfortable with each other yes, but it was necessary.

"No Peyton. We both had our share in the argument. Don't you blame only yourself. I could have watched where I walked, I shouldn't have accused you of not caring, I know that now. I saw how many copies of 'Unkindness of Ravens' you have. And I see why you think you are to blame but you are not, ok? Don't beat yourself up. Promise me that you won't.", Lucas said and while he said it he tried to get up, so that he was sitting on the edge of his bed now.

Peyton looked at him with tears running down her face now and she had her eyes wide open and her mouth as well, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. She also started walking toward him and upon realizing that he was about to stand up, she rushed forward and laid her hands on his shoulder and keeping him down.

Their eyes met and their faces were only inches apart. He could feel her breath on his lips and she smelled like linoleum and strawberry. And he was about to lean in when the nurse from before entered with a the doctor right behind her.

"Um... Are we interrupting something?", the doctor asked somewhat uncomfortable.

Lucas and Peyton broke apart, slightly read in the face and looking down on the floor.

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