She's thirteen when she finds her birth certificate.

She thinks someone is going to jump out at her at any given second and tell her they're messing with her.

But they don't.

She's spent thirteen years believing she's someone she's not.

She's spent thirteen years thinking she's Sawyer Elizabeth Jagalski.

Most thirteen year old's would confront their parents. Would scream. Cry. Struggle to understand this startling discovery.

She's not most thirteen year old's though. She's not had the average upbringing. As much as her parents have strived to give her that. It's not so easy when your parents are famous.

She says nothing. It's her secret now too.

She watches her mother with new eyes. She wonders if she knows this woman at all. She wonders if her dad...not her dad, the man that's bought her up, the man she thought was her dad, she wonders if he knows the truth. She wonders if her real father knows the truth.

The first time she sees him again after she's found out who he really is they're at a party. Her mother's record label party.

Her heart races in her chest.

She lingers back as she watches him greet her mother.

They smile at each other. He kisses her cheek.

She wants to know their story. Wants to know what happened. She's always called him her Uncle Lucas. He's a songwriter. He'd written a whole album with her mother a long time ago. That's all she knows. She wonders if that's when they'd been together. Wonders if that's when they'd made her.

She watches her Mum. She's beautiful. She hopes she's half as pretty as her when she's older. The kids at school all want to be her friend because of who her parents are. Peyton Wolf and Jake Jagalski. Famous singer and guitarist. Each famous in their own right.

Only Jake Jagalski isn't her dad.

This man is.

Her little sister interrupts the two adults while she holds back. He lifts the eight year old up.

'Woah you're getting heavy Indie'

'I missed you! You've been gone forever Luke'

'I know' He pouts. 'Too long huh. I missed you too kido. You need stop growing' He kisses her nose and lets her down and then he's looking at her. She unconsciously moves closer to her mother. 'Hey Sawyer. You ok?'

She nods but her mouth doesn't work.

'She's mad cause Mia said she could sing with her tonight but her Mumma said no' Peyton informs him with a roll of her eye.

'Ah, I see. You've got the rest of your life for that Sawyer'

'I sang at Brooke and Julian's wedding' She manages to grumble and scuffs her shoe on the ground.

'Yep you stole the show but your Mumma's right. That was a private family thing, there's a lot of press here tonight. She's just protecting you'

She pouts. She doesn't understand what the big deal is. She wants to be like her Mum. Everyone keeps telling her she is. Everyone keeps telling her that she can sing but her Mother seems hell bent on not letting her share her voice and she doesn't get it one bit.

'Young lady reign it in. I mean it. If you carry on with the faces you can forget about going to that party on Friday' Peyton threatens and watches the green eyes that match her own widen in outrage and then she's crossing her arms and storming away.

'The teen years have well and truly arrived then' Lucas smirks.

'You can say that again. I miss my baby'

'Get use to it now, judging by you at that age you're in for a treat'

Peyton's face imitates that of her daughters from just seconds ago. 'I was an angel'

'Oh really? I seem to remember you running off at thirteen and stealing a car' He jibes.

'You stole a car?' Indie's eyes are wide as she stares up at her mother.

'Not stole. Borrowed' Peyton disagrees hastily, seemingly having forgotten her youngest child's presence. 'Babe why don't you go find Daddy?'

'Okay. Bye Luke. I hope you're back for longer this time' She chirps before skipping off.

'Thanks' Peyton drones. 'Feed my kid crap from my teen years so she can use it against me when she screws up'

Lucas chortles. 'Commit the crime, pay the fine' He shrugs.

'I was going through shit Luke-'

'Oh I know. I'm teasing' His hand outstretches, fingers coasting down her upper arm and he instantly regrets it because touching her is always a mistake but his hand doesn't retract. It can't. It never can. 'So this is all pretty amazing huh? I can't believe it's only been a year since you started Red Bedroom...it's amazing what you've achieved in such a short space of time Peyt, really it is. I'm proud of you'

She forces a smile that he doesn't buy for a minute. 'Thanks Luke'

He's about to ask her what's wrong. He knows her. Can't be fooled like everyone else here.

'Who's the girl?' Her enquiry successfully changes the subject and stops the interrogation she knows he'd been seconds from embarking upon. It was only a matter of time before she commented on the guest he's bought along.

'Lindsay' He knows who she's referring to. Of course he does. 'She's a songwriter. A good one'

'She's pretty'

'Yeah' He agrees. 'We've been working together a lot recently'

'I'd love to hear some of it before you go...Hales mentioned you might be joining her on her tour next week?'

'That was the plan-'

'Don't' Her eyes widen as her objection breaks free. She looks down. 'Sorry...I..'

He steps closer. She's never asked him not to go on a job before. Ever. 'Hey what's wrong? Has something happened?'

She swallows and then she's shaking her head. 'Nothing' And then she's walking away. And he follows. He always follows. She knows he's going to follow. She both hates and loves that.

'Peyton' He grabs at her arm again once they're outside. The cool air is a welcome relief to her hot cheeks. They're alone here. 'Talk to me'

'It's fucked' She blurts in all of a heartbeat.

'What?'

'Jenny's album. The tour. Jenny she...' She claws her hands through her hair. 'I found her unconscious last week. Heroin...I..' She's trembling suddenly and he hates that look, wants to erase the pain that's invaded her eyes. And he knows this isn't even about her up and coming act. This is about her step daughter. 'This is all my fault'

'What? No' He disagrees.

'Well Jake thinks so'

He grits his teeth together and swallows his words. 'I'm sure he's just worried about his kid Peyt'

'Like I'm not? I love her! He came to me with this idea. He came to me begging me to give her a shot before some other label snatched her up and exploited her because he knew I'd protect her. I told him I thought she it was way too soon, that she was too young but they both wore me down! I've protected her in every way I can. I can't control her every decision. I didn't do this'

'No, of course you didn't, you didn't Peyt...How...is she ok?' He feels like the kid in question had been climbing trees five minutes ago. He doesn't know where that time has gone.

'She...I got her into Mountview Rehab yesterday. I...I don't...I feel stupid I have no idea how long this has been going on for. I-'

'Peyt' He brings her into a hug. 'She'll be alright. If I can get through rehab and come out the other side so can she'

She nods into his chest. She doesn't want too think about that time in their lives because there's too many words left unsaid when it comes to their past. And she just can't.

'Mia's album is nowhere near finished...Jake is obviously going to need to take a break from work because of this and I...fuck I...I don't know what...Julian has been brainstorming how to fix this and he...he wants me to go out and tour...with you... the old tour...our record' She looks up at him then and he's squinting at her. 'Crazy right?'

He pauses. 'If that's what you need me to do' His shoulders shrugs. 'You know I'm here'

'What about Hales?'

'She's a big girl. She's survived the most part of her career without me at her side. I think she'll cope. You know she's just fulfilling her contract and then she's signing with you...'

'She said that?'

'Not in so many words. She's one of your best friends Peyt. She doesn't need to say it. The only reason she's not already with you is because Red Bedroom didn't exist when she got signed, you know that'

'I never thought when I said she would always be welcome with us that she'd actually consider it. I thought she was happy at Gatina Records'

Lucas's brow kinks. 'You know Rachel...I think there's only so much of that psycho anyone can stand...'

'It took you sleeping with her to figure that out?' She doesn't look pissed exactly but the teasing jest in her voice doesn't quite reach her eyes.

'More like got molested by her! She handcuffed me to the bed'

She rolls her eyes. 'It must have been awful torture' She drawls sarcastically. 'So bad that you went back for more'

His eyes narrow because his brother has clearly been gossiping because Peyton shouldn't know that. The first encounter had been common knowledge thanks to the tormenting photo Rachel Gatina had tauntingly posted on social media. Something they both know was just to put Peyton's back up as she'd started her own record label. It had been an indication of the level the red head was willing to sink to if need be when it came to fighting the blonde for any acts that they both might be interested in. Peyton had been significantly riled by her antics, not that she'd showed it. She'd been more upset in learning that Lucas had had relations with her rival after that initial incident. Not that she'd ever mentioned it before now.

She notes his uncomfortable stance. He opens and closes his mouth. The instances she's speaking of are something he'd rather the blonde before him had been kept in the dark about because it had been a mistake. A huge mistake.

'Sorry. None of my business' She hastily announces. 'I...I want you to be happy, I know I shouldn't ask you to stay for me...I don't want to hold you back...'

'You know the only thing that can make me happy...I lost her a long time ago'

She averts her eyes then. Because he's crossed that line. He likes crossing the line. Hell he's trampled on it so many times over the years that she finds it hard to even know where it is anymore.

She's ignoring him because acknowledging his words isn't going to get them anywhere. No, the best way to deal with it is to just not. It's a method that's been working for the last thirteen years. 'If I had any other choice I wouldn't be asking Luke' She steers the conversation back to her request. A request that has had her stomach in knots for the last twelve hours because it's not a good idea. For her Record label it's the best idea. A great idea, the only idea proposed that will save them but privately...it's not a good idea. Not at all.

'Gees, you know how to make me feel real special'

'You know what I mean...'

'I know' He relents with a smile. '...I don't suppose Jake will be very onboard with this'

'I've not talked to him about it yet... hell Julian only sprung it on me this morning. I wanted to know your answer first' She rambles. 'He'll understand'

He begs to differ. The prospect of pissing her husband off isn't something he's opposed to though. He knows that shouldn't be the case but he really can't help that it excites him to irritate the man she's married to, however childish it is. 'It's not a big deal. It's not as though we've not made music together for the last thirteen years is it?'

'No' She agrees. Although it is different. It's different because they might have worked together over the years, played together too but there's always been a band present, there's always been others involved. They've not written music. They've not been in a studio alone. They've not played their songs. They've not been on stage just the two of them. Alone. Not once. Not since they were together. Not since they were in love.

A/N Thanks for reading :) Okay so I've not been able to get this concept out of my head. (Having rewatched Nashville- which if you watch is probably very clear that there are parallels!) I don't know how long this is going to be but my plan is to keep chapters relatively short in comparison to my other story because then hopefully I'll get chapters out a little more quickly!