Sawyer was flying. She was taller than anyone else in the world. She could do anything from up here. It was safe and secure from this height.

"And Jaimie dribbles the ball, side pass to Lucas, with a great catch by Sawyer who shoots…. And scores!" Lucas commentated as he lifts his daughter off his shoulder and spins her around high in the air, celebrating the shot. The air fills with her squeals of laughter. Slowly Lucas returns his daughter back to earth and solid ground.

"Again Daddy, Again!" Sawyer asks tugging at Lucas' top.

"I can't honey, this will be the death of me! I'm getting too old for this!"

Jaime and Nathan slowly walk on over. "Getting to old for this eh big brother? Are you actually admitting defeat?"

Lucas laughs as he walks over to his bag and begins rummaging for a drink of water and pulls out another for Sawyer.

"What can I say? It's that old shoulder injury playing up again" Lucas joked

"Sure thing uncle Lucas" teases Jaime.

Rummaging through his bag once more Lucas becomes more and more frantic, looking for something lost.

"Have you guys seen my phone?" Lucas asks the boys.

"No, you put it in the bag before we started I thought" Nathan replied.

"Found it!" Lucas says as he continued to rummage through his belongings and finally came across the cold metal feel of the phone in his hands. He turned on the screen expecting to see a message from Peyton telling him when she would be there to pick up Sawyer… But instead there were about 7 missed calls from Brooke's phone. Wondering what was wrong, Lucas begins to listen to the one voicemail left on the phone.

"Luke, it's Peyton, I need you to come to the hospital. Brooke is not well. I'm not sure what's wrong with her and the baby. And…. It's happening again Luke… I have searing pains, and blood…. Luke, please…. I'm sorry… just meet me at the hospital when you get this… please…"

Lucas' face quickly turns ashen as he listens to the voicemail. Quickly chucking his belongings back in his back he runs towards his car, ready to race toward the hospital. "Nathan – can you look after Sawyer for me please?!"

"Sure buddy but what's wrong" Nathan asks with concern written on his face.

"Peyton.. something wrong with Peyton" He calls out as he zips away from the court and heads toward the hospital.

Lucas' rushes through the doorway of the hospital and straight to the emergency counter.

"HI I'm looking for my wife.. She's pregnant and came into the hospital in an ambulance…. Complaining of cramps… but it was both of them who were unwell so I'm not sure… Is it under Brooke Davis, or Peyton Sawyer.. well probably Brooke Davis being she was the one who called the ambulance?"

Lucas was frantic. All he could think of was Peyton in the hospital, the pain and danger she was in with Sawyer's birth and the fact that she was now here, alone, struggling with all of this without him by her side.

"Ah yes, here we go" The triage nurse noted. "She's upstairs in room B52. If you just go around the corner here and…." But she didn't finish her sentence because Lucas had already gone.

Lucas' arrived at his wife's doorway just as the doctor was walking out.

"Doctor!" Lucas rushed over to him.

"Please… how is she? How is the baby? Is she ok?" Worry creased all over Lucas' face. He couldn't loose her now, not like this, not when they hadn't had a chance to work things out.

"You're wife has been through quite a bit today. She's resting now, but yes, she will be fine" The doctor answered, placing a sympathetic hand on Lucas' shoulder.

"And the baby?" Lucas asked

"I'm so sorry…. We did everything we could… but we just couldn't save him." The doctor replied.

"No….." Lucas whispered. He felt faint, dizzy… like the world was spinning around him… he couldn't stand. "But why, everything was going so well…"

"Unfortunately sometimes unexplained things happen" The doctor replied sympathetically. "I'm so sorry I don't have a better answer for you"

Lucas' face crumpled as the realisation of what the doctor was telling him began to sink in. It was a boy. He had a son and had lost him, all before he was there and all because of one stupid fight. How had it come to all of this? Yet there was one person sharing in his pain, one person who he needed to lean on as much as she needed to lean on him.

"Can I go see her" Lucas asked.

"Sure. She's right through these doors" The doctor replied, giving him a sympathetic pat as he began to walk to his next patient.

Almost unable to look, Lucas peered through the window to catch a glance at Peyton before entering the room. Suddenly the realisation hit him. Heart pounding, he turned around looking for the doctor once more. Instead, coming up his path were Nathan and Hayley.

"We dropped the kids off with Mouth and Millie. How is she, what's wrong? " Hayley prattled off. Then she took one look at Lucas' face and worry hit her.

"Lucas…." She said, reaching out to hug him "What's wrong? What happened?"

"She… she lost the baby" Lucas spilt out, face still white as a sheet. But he couldn't stay here. Frantically he was looking for the doctor he just spoke to.

"Luke… No!" Hayley interjected, tears in her eyes. "How can this be? Everything was going so well?"

"I don't know" Luke replied "But it's not Peyton. That's Brooke in there. I… I need to find the doctor…. I need to find Peyton" Lucas prattled.

Realisation coming to hand, Hayley quickly ran to the door. Lucas' was right, Brooke was sleeping in the hospital bed and Peyton was nowhere to be seen. Her heart ached for her friend. "Go Luke, I'll stay with Brooke" Hayley replied. And without second thought, Luke had run off to find his wife.

Lucas' ran up to the counter he was at before

"That's not my wife" he called out to the triage nurse.

"You said my wife was in B52, but that is not my wife." Out of breath and feeling like his chest had been ripped out from him, Lucas was desperate.

"Sir, you told me your wife's name was Brooke Davis? She is the patient I have down here for B52" The nurse stuttered, noticing the anguish in this gentleman's face.

"No, she came in with Brooke Davis. My wife's name is Peyton, Peyton Scott" Lucas replied frantically

"Oh Sir I am so sorry. Let me see… yes ok, your wife, Peyton Scott is in room B12" And once again before she could finish, Lucas was gone.

This time, Lucas didn't wait to ask the doctor first. He didn't wan't to ask anything until he knew it was Peyton. Leaning against the wall, Lucas took a few deep breaths to calm himself before entering the room and heading over to his wife.

Peyton was sleeping on her back. She had a drip in her arms. She looked settled, peaceful. Lucas gently reached down and placed his hand over hers.

At the sound of Lucas entering the room and coming over, Peyton stirred. She slowly opened her eyes and relief filled her as she saw Lucas' face beside her.

"Lucas…." She whispered

"Oh Peyton I'm so sorry…." Lucas started, his voice breaking after the emotional roller coaster of the day.

"I know…." Peyton replied before he could continue.

"I would never have…"

"I know" Peyton assured him again, reaching up to rest her hand on his cheek

"I can't live without you, you know that right" Lucas replied, a huge weight lifting from his shoulders.

"And I can't without you. I'm so sorry too Luke" Peyton replied, voice breaking as she pulled Lucas closer to her and kissed him.

After a few moments, Lucas' finally came back to the reality of why they were in the hospital and quickly jumped up.

"The baby?" Lucas asked in a panicked voice.

"Fine" Peyton replied, resting her hand on her mounding belly

"And the pain, and the blood you mentioned?" Lucas asked as relief filled him

"Labor. I went into labor early. The doctors have given me meds to stop it, but I need to stay here until the baby is born" Peyton replied

"But…"

"I'm fine, and the baby's fine" Peyton assured him. "The doctor is coming back soon and he'll fill you in for himself" Peyton replied smiling.

Relief washing over him, Lucas rushed over again and hugged his wife. Kissed her. Looked into her amazing eyes. The worry of the past few moments were slowly beginning to lift.

"Have you heard how Brooke is though?" Peyton asked, worry creased on her face.

"She was taken away as soon as we came in… I haven't been able to hear since" Peyton informed Lucas.

And suddenly, as his wave of relief had come over him, he realised that Peyton didn't know. And the news he had heard earlier in his panic slowly began to sink in…. it wasn't a stranger who had lost their baby, it was his friend… a good friend…. And now he had to break the news to Peyton…