A/N: Hey guys! I uploaded two chapters because I wanted you to be able to review,, and it was all messed up since I took out the AN. So enjoy the two chapters!

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Chapter 13 I Take it You're Nathan

Peyton made her way out to the backyard, gently sliding the glass door open, then shutting behind her. She walked slowly to the dark figure with his hands in his pockets, head bent as he gazed pensively at the shimmering water of the pool.

"I take it you're Nathan." Peyton said softly as she approached his back.

She hesitated as he said nothing, but continued to stare at whatever held his attention in the pool.

Stepping a little closer, she tried again. "Your son is adorable." She said a litlle louder, using safe conversation topics as she waited for him to make the first move; be it accusation or skepticism, she wasn't willing to personally open either can of worms. "He looks just like Lucas." She said unthinkingly, then cringed. The man probably didn't enjoy the fact that his son looked nothing like him and everything like his wife's best friend.

Nathan shook his head at her comment, then turned to face her. IWhat happened next occured so suddenly that when asked about it later, she couldn't begin to give details.

She was enveloped in nothing but male, a vise-like grip squeezing the air from her lungs as she was hugged up against a 6 foot 2 inch body of pure muscle and heat. His shoulders began to shake silently as he buried his face in her hair, murmuring all the while.

Peyton would have been able to make out his words of apology, "I'm so sorry, so sorry I didn't believe," had she not been assailed by a barrage of memories. She had assumed this position before. A blush stained her cheeks as she began to pat his back awkwardly. Apparently she had assumed other positions before. Before she thought about it, she chuckled and spoke out loud.

"It's a good thing I read the book, or I'd be wondering if I was a homewrecker right now."

Nathan pulled back to look at her, eyes red-rimmed but dry, a look of confusion on his face.

"Ummm, I just got a memory back." Peyton said, avoiding his eyes.

Nathan frowned, still puzzled, but after searching Peyton's reddened face for clues, and processing her choice of words, he began to chuckle. "You remember me?" he said, amazed.

She nodded, still avoiding eye contact. "Parts of you, anyway."

Unable to help it, he began to smirk. At the look on his face, Peyton gasped in outrage and slapped his chest. "Mind out of the gutter!"

"Ow," He said, rubbing his chest. "If I didn't think you were really Peyton, I would after that hit. Looks like some things never change."

"Looks like!" she huffed. She should be outraged at his behavior, but the rhythm felt normal to her, like she had danced this dance before.

"And don't you forget it." She said cheekily, saying what came naturally in the moment.

His smile faded, making her think that maybe their banter wasn't as normal as she thought it was.

"I missed you, Sawyer." Nathan said solemnly.

"Sawyer?" Peyton said confused, before the light went on. "Oh, my last name! Do you always call me that?"

"I did," Nathan nodded. "I do." He cleared his throat. But I can always call you Peyton if you prefer it," he said hurriedly. "Until you get your memory back." He added, as if the thought of calling her Peyton forever was too much to ask.

Peyton shook her head. "No, call me what you used to. Maybe it will jog my memory."

Grinning, Nathan began to flex his biceps. "You mean, like these guns did?" he said cockily.

"Keep it up, and I'll tell Lucas you cried when you saw me." Peyton said, teasing him.

"Do that, and I'll tell Lucas your first memory was of us makin' loooovvvveeee." Nathan joked.

Peyton gasped, then broke down and shook her head. "Alright, truce!" They chuckled for a moment, before Peyton brought them back to the topic at hand.

"When I came out here," she began hesitantly, "I thought that I was going to have to convince you to believe I was Peyton, or at least stave off a fight, because I guess it doesn't matter if you believe Im Peyton or not. But you knew it was me before I said a word. How?" she asked curiously.

"I just did." Nathan shrugged. "I came in the foyer, took one look at you, and knew. And I was so upset because I was the one who helped convince Lucas to give up searching for you, to move on, when all the while you were out there." He shook his head. "All this time."

Peyton looked at him, confused. "But what made you know?" she asked, trying to understand.

He shook his head again, trying to find the words to explain what he couldn't explain himself. "Sawyer, you are like my sister. We practically grew up together! I was the first person to see you naked, the person who gave you your first beer, I brought you home past curfew for the first time, I was your first…well, I gave you a lot of firsts."

"Basically you corrupted me." Peyton said wryly.

"No…yes….Brooke helped!" Nathan protested, then sighed. "What I'm trying to say is, I know you because you are part of me. And when I saw you standing at the door, the hole you left when you died, umm, went missing, wasn't there anymore. So I knew." He said simply.

"Nathan, that's so sweet!" Peyton said, touched. She pulled him in for a hug. "I promise I won't tell everyone you're nothing but a big softie."

He hugged her back. "You never did." He said softly.

"Well, big brother," she said, pulling back out of his arms after a moment. "Are you ready to meet your niece and nephew?"

"Wha-?" Nathan said, confused.

"Niece and nephew." She repeated patiently. "I take it Lucas didn't tell you."

"Uh, no." Nathan said sheepishly. "I didn't believe him when he said he found you so I kinda hung up on him before he could."

"Well, I have twins. A boy and a girl. They are upstairs playing with your son, but we can interrupt them. They are enjoying meeting new family. Well, except for Keith, who was mad at Haley a little while for saying she was going to kill Lucas."

"Keith?" Nathan said, smiling. "Looks like we were still up there somewhere in that dome of yours, Sawyer, and Lucas was front and center. Damn, and I was looking forward to telling Lucas I was your first….memory!" He said, holding up his hands and laughing at her look.

"Everything okay out there?" Brooke said, stepping out into the backyard. "You guys have been out here a while. I came to make sure Nathan believed you, and didn't toss you in the pool to get rid of your imposter ass." She said, winking at Peyton, having heard enough laughter when she opened the door to know things were okay.

"Everything's perfect." Nathan said, all laughter gone. "Sawyer's back, apparently I am an uncle," He began to smirk. "And my body is un-for-gettable!" Quickly, before Peyton could react, he put Brooke between them and made his way to the house, shouting behind his shoulder. "Okay, truce for real this time!"

"Unforgettable?" Brooke called after Nathan, looking puzzled, then wide eyed as she began to put two and two together.

"No!" she said, turning and looking at Peyton, who had turned away and was walking around the pool.

"Oh look, they have a little basketball hoop. Peanut will love that." Peyton said, innocently.

"Don't try to changed the subject missy!" Brooke said. " Now spill!" Brooke began to walk quickly behind Peyton, in hopes of catching her and forcing her to tell all. Peyton finished her lap around the pool and ran into the house, laughing madly as Brooke followed behind.

"This isn't over, P Sawyer!" Brooke's voice trailed out over the shimmering water of the pool.

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OK, Remember, hold your reviews until Chapter 14, cause if you reviewed before, apparently it wont let you. So, what do u think of Nathan's reaction? Peyton's? Realistic? I got the idea from an NCIS episode where the guy woke up from a coma and didnt remember anything from the last 14 years, not even his best friend, but a woman he had an affair with 6 years ago he knew because when they touched he had flashbacks of their 'time' together.

So did you like it, hate it, wish Nathan didnt believe it was her? Are you mad she remembered Nathan first, not Lucas?

*Hint* There is another memory clue in something I just said.