A/N: Hey! So I'm getting a little crazy with the fics right now writing a few at the same time, but I just had to imagine Nick and Sara's kid on one of my other favorite shows. I'm just putting this out there to see if there's any interest, and I do plan on continuing my other fics! Please review and let me know if I should continue! Thanks!

"Are you out of your ever-lovin' mind?" A genuinely surprised and horrified Nick Stokes asked the two hopeful-faced females who had confronted him in the kitchen. "Absolutely not. I've seen that show and…." He waved his hand around mindlessly "Just…no. No, no, no."

"You've seen it once Nick, and Simon was in a really bad mood. You can't base it on that." Sara defended.

"Yeah, that was one time too many. No daughter of mine is going on that gallimaufry of a show."

"Galli-what?" Sixteen year old Lainey Stokes finally worked her way into the conversation. She had just learned that American Idol would be rolling into town this year for auditions and she was just the minimum age to enter. Lainey had her heart set on entering the famous show and she and Sara had been plotting just exactly how to ask Nick.

"See, you need to be in school." Nick tried to make excuses. "You don't even know what 'gallimaufry' means." The thought of his daughter entering a nationally televised singing competition that was known to be blatantly harsh and unforgiving scared the hell out of him. They had known all Lainey's life she was an amazing singer, but that didn't mean he wanted her to do anything with it.

"Daddyyyyyy…please!" Lainey took her father's hand in hers, shaking his lifeless and lethargic arms, trying to get him excited about it. Nick had a pretty sorry look on his face, and anyone could tell he was not excited about this idea. He'd always been protective of his daughter – he just didn't want her to get hurt.

Nick looked at his wife and daughter curiously, both of them looking like little kids pleading for him to buy them an ice cream cone. "I'll have to think about it."

Lainey dropped her father's arm and she frowned, because she knew that usually, that meant no, and she had a scowl on her face. When she saw the look he gave her back, she quickly dropped it.

"That's not a hint of attitude I detect, is it?" Nick crossed his arms.

"But dad, I really want to do this." She begged him. "Besides, it's just the first audition. I might not even make it past the first round."

"Sweetheart, that's what I'm worried about. I know that you'd make it past the first round and probably the second, but Lainey, you're only sixteen. There's a lot of bigger fish out there. I don't want you to be disappointed."

"I'm not expecting to make it to Hollywood or anything, dad. I just want to try it, just to say I did it."

"Nick, it'll be harmless. We'll go to a couple auditions and then we'll go from there." Sara reassured him, rubbing her daughter's back in support.

Nick ran a hand over his face in thought and then perched his hand on his chin.

"Your mother and I will discuss it, Lainey.' He finally said. Lainey breathed a little breath of hope. That was a little better than 'I'll think about it'. She had her mother to help convince him. And when her little sister Reagan found out she wanted to try out for her favorite show, she'd beg Nick to let her go. Nick was outnumbered in this household. He loved living with three girls, but it also usually left him on the losing side of many things. Nick was being 'estrogenized', as Warrick and Greg would tease him.

"Thank you, daddy." Lainey went to hug her father, knowing using that word would only help her. Nick hugged her back and gave her a kiss on the head before releasing her.

"Are you done with your homework?" He asked, ever-mindful of her schoolwork.

"No."

"Why don't you go finish it, okay, and your mom and I will talk."

"Okay." Lainey picked up her overweight backpack from the living room floor where she'd abandoned it after school and headed upstairs to her bedroom. She said a little prayer to herself as she went up the stairs, hoping her mom would be able to convince her dad to let her just try out. Lainey knew she was good and that she was born to perform. She couldn't think of a place she'd rather be than on the stage belting out a tune. Since she'd been talking, Lainey had been singing, and her parents hadn't been able to shut her up since. It was easy to see her passion – it was running through her like the blood through her veins.

Sara moved forward towards her husband with a smile on her face, tilting her head slightly to the side. Embracing him, she leaned back a little to look at him.

"Nicholas Stokes, you are so adorable when you're being overprotective."

Nick rolled his eyes and pulled Sara closer to him, smirking.

"I'm not being overprotective, Sar. I mean, you've seen Simon and what an 'ass' he can be." He said 'ass' in his best British accent, causing Sara to snicker.

"But Nick, honestly, how far do you think she would get? I mean, she's sixteen without a whole lot of big crowd experience. She'd kill me if she heard me say this, but she is a little raw. What harm could there be in just letting her try and burn off that excess energy you complain about her having?"

Nick chuckled a little bit and then cleared his throat. The girl was constantly singing at the top of her lungs – listening to her iPod, cooking, cleaning, doing homework, in the shower…everywhere. Maybe this would help her get it out of her system. Not that she annoyed him – Lainey could never annoy him – but, man, she loved to sing. How could he deny her that?

"Aaaaalriiiight." He finally gave in, sighing theatrically.

The two parents heard an excited, girlie scream from the landing of the stairs where Lainey had been secretly listening to every word they said. They both looked up to where the noise came from and shook their heads.

"Lainey Elizabeth Stokes, get your butt down here!" Sara called.

Lainey did as she was told and came down the stairs, hands clasped politely in front of her with a huge grin plastered on her face. She looked like she had just won the lottery. To her, it was.

"Lainey, how long have you been standing there?" She asked her daughter, putting a hand on her hip, pretending to be angry.

"Long enough to know daddy's answer!" She said sweetly, trying to sound innocent.

Nick took her in a headlock and mussed up her hair and Lainey started squealing in protest.

"What you didn't hear was the last part of my answer, which was, 'Alright, we'll give her up for adoption'. You little booger." Nick released her from his grasp and gave her another kiss on the head. Lainey immediately turned in his arms and gave him a big bear hug.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" She squealed again. Sara was the next to get a hug by the over exuberant teenager. Ow. "I have to go call Justin!" Lainey announced, referring to her boyfriend.

"I think we've created a monster." Nick declared, turning back again to his wife. He gave her long, slow, deep kiss, pulling her body closer to his. Sara moaned and then pulled away after a moment.

"Just wait until she tells Reagan."

"Oh God!" He leaned back, imagining yet another squealing young girl on top of what they'd just experienced.

"Nick, seriously, she'll be fine. She's a good kid." Sara patted his upper chest and then tried to calm him, running her hands up and down the same area.

"I know." He agreed. "But it's the other kids and that damn Simon Cowell I'm worried about."

"Well I think your Texas twang can take his wimpy, prissy, British joke of a voice." (A/N: Both my parents are British and I love them, so I can poke a little fun)

Nick laughed and was once again amazed at the way his Sara could calm him down. They leaned in for another kiss, the sounds of a zealous Lainey making phone calls in the background.