Luke Snyder was sitting on the couch in his apartment, files on different organizations to which he was considering donating money laying out on the coffee table in front of him. Not accomplishing a decision, Luke unceremoniously dropped his pen onto the table, sat back on the couch, and rubbed his eyes. He then grabbed the remote and was about to turn on the TV when the door opened and in walked his sixteen-year old daughter. She slammed the door behind her and walked right past Luke.
"Julie!" Luke said, putting the down the remote and standing up. "Something wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Julie said, continuing to walk straight to her room and slamming her door.
Luke furrowed his brow, walked to his daughter's room, and knocked. In response, he got a "Go away!"
Having had enough experience with his little sisters, Luke knew defeat and went back to his work, hoping that Julie would take it upon herself to come out of her room and talk to him.
Two hours later, however, when Reid Oliver walked in the door, Julie was still holed up in her bedroom.
"Hi," Luke said to the doctor, who dropped his medical bag and keys on the coffee table.
"Dinner smells amazing," Reid said, walking into the kitchen and kissing Luke.
"Well, you'll have to call Emma and tell her. She dropped it off earlier," Luke said, pulling dishes out of the cabinets and setting the table.
"I might just do that," Reid said, about to pick up a cookie when Luke swatted at his hand.
"Wait until after dinner," Luke said, pouting.
"You're adorable when you're pretending to be angry," Reid said, smirking and picking up the cookie anyway. Luke smiled.
"Where's Julie?" Reid asked, through a mouthful of crumbs.
Luke's smile faded. "She's in her room. She's been in there since she got home from school. She's upset."
"What's wrong?"
Luke shook his head. "She won't tell me. I didn't want to push her. Having once been an angst-ridden sixteen-year old, I knew it would only make things worse if I attempted to pry it out of her."
"So you have no idea what happened?" Reid asked, sitting down on the couch.
"It has to be school, I think," Luke said, sitting down next to his husband.
"So what do we do?" Reid looked at Luke.
Luke grabbed Reid's hand, dragged him over to Julie's door, and once again knocked on her door.
"Go away, Dad," Julie said from the other side.
Luke looked at Reid who gently opened the door.
"Can we come in?" Reid asked.
"No! Go away!" Julie shouted at them, burying her head under her pillows.
Reid, ever uncomfortable in situations involving children, began to back away, but Luke tightened his grip on the doctor's hand and pulled him into the room.
"Julie," Luke said quietly, sitting down on her bed, Reid pulling her desk chair over to the bed and sitting down. "We just want to know what's wrong. It's not like you to be this angry."
"I don't want to talk about it," Julie said, her voice muffled by the pillows.
"Maybe we can help," Luke said.
"No you can't!" Julie said indignantly.
Determined to find out what was going on with his daughter, Luke gently pried the pillow out of Julie's arms and off of her face.
"You've been crying," Reid said.
"You're so observant," Julie said, turning over onto her face.
"Hey!" Luke said. "Don't talk your father like that!"
"Why not? It's all his fault!" Julie sobbed.
Luke furrowed his brow in confusion and looked at Reid who was paler than a ghost.
"What do mean it's his fault?"
"It's because of him that I can't date Jacob!" Julie sobbed, louder and harder than before.
Surprised, confused, and seeing that there was no point in continuing the conversation, Luke stood up and gestured to Reid to follow him out of the room.