A\N: This is my first multi-chapter fix that does not not focus on Sam and Jules or Spike and Natalie. That being said I hope its okay and I hope you all like it. Please be honest and tell me what you really think of it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV, ION, the NBA, the Royal York Hotel, Ridgeway high school, Applebee College or Microsoft who makes Blackberrys which I also don't own. However I did come up with this story idea all on my own.
Spoilers: Story takes place in Season Five but I'm not going to be referencing any episodes unless they relate to the story. When that happens I will let you know.
Warnings: None
Family Trajectory
Night was falling over the city of Toronto and the CN tower was lighting up the sky in blue in honor of the new crackdown on gang related crime the mayor and police chief had collaborated on.
The bill was going to be released at a dinner dance and benefit at the Grand Ballroom at the Royal York Hotel.
"Clark," Ed Lane sighed as he, his wife and seventeen year old son walked into the ballroom, "We didn't bring you here so you could text your girlfriend. I expect you to put that phone of yours away and act like a civilized person."
"A civilized person Dad?" Clark eyed his father, a smirk on his lips, "Really that's the best you can come up with?"
"Don't make me take your phone away." Ed threatened.
"Mom!" Clark groaned, "You're not going to let him do that are you?"
"Your father's just being cranky Clark," Sophie explained, "But he does have a point. You can't be in contact with Lilly all the time, you need you associate with real people tonight."
As Ed processed what his wife had just said a smile came to his face and he started to laugh.
"Eddie," Sophie scolded as she shook her head, "Here Clark I see Dean over there," Sophie handed her son some money, "Go buy some raffle tickets and go see what's on the tables.
"Is this a trick?" Clark asked, suspicious of his mother willingly giving him money.
"No Clark," Sophie said, "This money is going to charity."
Clark shrugged his shoulders as she accepted the money and went in search of his best friend Dean.
As the pair went around and put money into the paper cups associated with the items in the auction they talked about, school, sports and especially girls.
"Man," Dean nudged his friend, "Who's that?" He asked of a teenage girl with long brown hair standing a table away from them.
Clark let out a loud sigh "How I'm I suppose to know?"
"I don't know you've been around these things more then I have. Have you ever seen her before?"
"Dude there are like three thousand cops in this city. I don't know all of there families. Besides she's way outta your league."
"Wanna bet?"
"Bring it on."
"Alright, if I talk to her and she agrees to dance with me you hafta tell me how fair you've gone with Lilly."
"Fine, and she blows you off you have to where my Toronto Raptors jersey to school on Monday."
"Now that's boarding on treason," Dean, who was a diehard Dallas Mavericks, stated.
"That's the deal, either take it or leave it." Clark was not willing to bargain.
"Fine," Dean made his way toward the teenage girl who was now making her way back to the tables. When Dean was satisfied that Clark was the only one paying any attention to him he continued. "Excuse me," Dean tapped the girl's shoulder lightly.
"Yes," The girl turned around; along with her chestnut brown hair she had emerald green eyes and a perfect face.
"I-uh-uh," Dean was not able to make words come out of his mouth.
The girl laughed lightly, "My names Sandy Reynolds." The girl stuck out her hand.
"Dean Parker," Dean was able to talk again.
"Parker," Sandy let the name sit on her tongue, She had heard her father talk about a Sargent Parker of the SRU. Could this be his son? Sandy knew her father had mixed feelings of the man and so she decided not to mention it.
"Well its very nice to meet you Dean," Sandy smiled, "I'm seventeen, how old are you?" She made small talk, as she couldn't bring herself to say anything else.
"Me too, I go to Ridgeway High school, I'm in Grade Twelve."
"Applebee College and same," Sandy said.
"Oh wow," Dean let out a low whistle at the name of the wealthy private school in a suburb of Toronto.
"Yeah," Sandy nervously played with her hair as she retrieved her cell phone, "Here give me your phone, we can trade numbers if you want."
"Sure," Dean fumbled in his pocket for his Blackberry.
Sandy then took her phone out of her pocket and handed it to Dean, "So, if your friend's interested," She motioned to where Clark was still watching the scene unfold with great interest, "I could hook him up with one of my friends. Then we could all go see a movie next weekend."
"Clark? He already has a girlfriend but I'm sure they wouldn't mind if we hung out with them."
Sandy smiled, "Clark, that's an interesting name, his last name wouldn't happen to be Kent would it?"
"Lane, but close, I've always wondered if his parents would have called him Lois if he was a girl."
Sandy chuckled, "Well it was nice talking to you Dean but I should probably get back to my seat now. Text me later."
"So…" Clark walked up to his best friend and patted his shoulder, "Looks like your wearing my Raptors jearsey on Monday."
"Not a chance," Dean smirked, "I got her number and she's hanging out with us and Lilly on Friday."
Clark gawked, "Without asking me first?
"It's better then watching you to make-out!"
"Yeah-yeah," Clark waved him off.
"So tell me how far have you gotten with Lilly." Dean inquired as they made their way back to the table.
"Later," Clark whispered as they walked into earshot of their parents.
"Bought time you to showed up, we've been wondering where you were," Greg spoke.
"So," Ed turned to Dean, "Who's the girl?" He blankly asked.
"Eddie!" Sophie and Greg's girlfriend Marina simultaneously said at the same time.
"What? I'm just making sure she's not trouble."
"At a cop benefit, really?" Sophie eyed him. "You'll have to excuse Ed he seems to have forgotten his manners at home."
"More like he locked them up in the gun cage when he was a rookie," Clark piped up.
"Maybe it's an SRU initiation like when Spike filled Leah's vest with whipped cream and switched her shampoo with pink hair dye."
"Well for her it was re-initiation but still…"
"Can we ship them to Africa?" Ed wondered.
"It's not our fault we got stuck at this table. We'd much rather be sitting at the cool table." Clark pointed to the table beside there's where Sam, Jules, Spike, Raf and Winnie were sitting."
"We don't want to burden them with you too."
"You kidding? They love us!" Clark grinned. "They're actually from our generation."
"You know what fine, maybe Wordy and Shelly can come sit here instead," Ed, joked, "Hey Samtastic!" Ed grabbed the attention of the assistant-team leader and sniper expert.
"Yeah Ed?"
"Do you have room at your table for these two?" He pointed to Clark and Dean.
"Why, what did they do?"
"Nothing," Clark responded back, "They just have no sense of humor."
"I've always thought that too," Spike turned around in his chair. "Alright team everybody move over."
When the dinner was over the tables were moved to the side of the room and the band started playing music.
"Hey Dean," Sandy walked over to his table, "You wanna dance?" She held her hand out.
"Sure," Dean smiled as he took her hand.
"Have fun now well you can!" A man's deep voice laughed as he watched the dance from affair with binoculars.
TBC
A\N: So what did you think? Please review and tell me.
