A\N: Here's the first chapter of my new story. I hope everyone likes it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV or ION

Spoilers: Post "A Call to Arms"

Warnings: Rated T for violence.

Chapter One

Leaves blew softly outside on a cold fall morning in mid November. Inside, Clark Lane sat at the kitchen table eating a piece of toast and studying for his math test.

"Dad," Clark Lane sighed, "Why didn't you ask me first?"

"Why?" Ed Lane repeated the question, "You and Dean used to be best friends."

"Yeah, when we were six. You have no idea if we have anything in common anymore."

"Well, he likes basketball."

"Just because he likes basketball doesn't mean we're going to get along. Why did you sign me up to babysit him?

"It's his first day at a new school and he's nervous." Ed explained, "Just help him out, I'm not saying you have to be best friends."

"Why did he move back anyways?"

"That's none of your business," Ed informed his son.

Before Clark could respond the doorbell rang.

Ed walked out of the kitchen and into the main hallway to open the door. Clark soon followed, his black backpack swung over his shoulders.

"Good morning Clark," Greg Parker, his dad's friend and boss smiled.

"Good morning Mr. Parker," Clark responded as he forced a smile on his face.

Clark then looked at Dean. All of the childhood memories came flooding back, Clark remembered everything, he could see them playing basketball and hockey together. Playing tag and getting into trouble at school. Most of all, Clark remembered how hurt and betrayed he felt when he was informed that his best friend had moved away, without saying goodbye.

Shaking off all of those memories Clark turned to Dean, "My names Clark," He walked closer to Dean sticking out his hand.

'Hi, I'm Dean," Dean shook Clark hand.

Dean was nervous as well. He wondered if Clark would like him, he wondered if moving back to Toronto was the right decision. Dean remembered Toronto, he remembered the CN Tower, the Lakeshore, the Maple Leafs, but most importantly he remembered Clark. They were best friends, and the Lane house quickly became Dean's second home. He spent many days and nights sleeping over. Then, he left in the middle of the night, and he never got to say goodbye.

"So…do you still like basketball?" Dean nervously asked Clark as he slipped on his running shoes.

"Yep," Clark nodded his head. "I play on the school team."

Dean nodded his head in response. If Clark was popular there was no way he would waste his time with him.

"Well, he'd better get going we don't want you to be late for school." Ed broke the silence in the room.

The building wasn't enormously big, however it was not small either; it was average sized. The brownstone bricks gave the impression that the school was old. Stone steps led to the front entrance where steel doors stood.

"This is the front entrance," Clark explained to Dean as the pair walked up the stone steps of the school. "The main office is just inside these doors," Clark continued as he opened the metal doors and walked into the busy front hallway.

"I think that's where I need to go, to get my timetable and a map," Dean said as he and Clark walked through the busy hallway.

"Probably," Clark nodded his head as he stopped walking in front of the main office.

Clark was about to leave when he saw the hesitation on Dean's face. He remembered what his father had told him about Dean being nervous. "Come on," Clark opened the door to the main office. "Let's go and get your timetable."

The main office had white walls and pictures of previous graduating classes hanging on the walls.

Dean slowly approached the front desk, "Good Morning," He spoke slowly. "My name is Dean Parker, I'm a transfer student. I'm here to pick up my timetable."

"So, how was your first day?" Clark appeared at Dean's locker at the end of the school day.

"It was fine," Dean responded as he put his binders in his backpack. "So how do you usually get home?"

"City bus," Clark told him, "I'll teach you how to ride it."

"To your house?" Dean wondered.

"Nope," Clark shook his head, "Were going to SRU headquarters."

As Clark and Dean walked into the SRU headquarters they saw Team One huddled around the locked conference room.

Spike and Sam were the first to notice the teenage boys and they quickly hurried over to them.

"Sam," Clark began, "What's going on? Where's my Dad?"

Sam and Spike exchanged looks as if they were both unsure what to say.

"What's going on?" Dean asked next, "Why is the door sealed?" He motioned to the conference room door.

"It's-" Spike spoke as gunshots rang through the SRU.

"HIDE!" Sam shouted to Clark and Dean as both teenage boys scurried away.

TBC

A\N: Please review, I love constructive criticism.