Fathers and Daughters

Summary: Four fearless fathers all veteran SRU Officers spend some quality time with their remarkable daughters. How the annual 'no teacups or tiaras' camping trip becomes a 'father daughter' camping trip. Set about ten years into the future from the end of the show. What could go wrong?

A/N: Set about ten years into the future from the end of the show. Wasn't sure exactly how much age difference between Izzy and Sadie so took some liberty with ages and made them almost two years apart. I wanted all the girls to be pre-teens and about the same age so Wordy got a fourth daughter just after Sadie was born to make this work.

I do not own Flashpoint nor any of the characters from that series. I do own my original characters (OC).

IMPS Request or I'll Talk to Your Uncles

Braddock Home

How could he say no? If someone had told him twelve years ago he would be considering this he would have laughed at them. But those eyes. Those lovely sable brown eyes. So like her mother's, full of fire, strength and determination. All four foot five inches of her body tense standing with her feet apart and hands on hips. Her head cocked to the side, her lower lip held by her upper teeth, again so much like Jules. Waiting. Daring him to say no.

Sighing Sam replied "Sadie I'll talk to your Uncles Ed, Spike and Wordy. No promises though."

Eyes brightening and smiling ten and a half year old Sadie's stance melted as she ran to her dad and launched herself at him "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you dad. You won't regret it. I promise."

Hugging Sadie and giving her a quick kiss on the forehead he set her down. She scampered off upstairs to her room to get ready for a sleepover tonight.

Sam grabbed his bag and called out "Jules I'm leaving. I'll see you in fourteen if all goes well."

"Hang on there soldier, no leaving yet" Jules said slowly walking from the kitchen to the front door.

Sam gave her a WOW smile. He would never in this lifetime get used to the fact that this beautiful, strong, intelligent woman had agreed to marry his sorry ass. He was damned lucky.

"Jules I'm running late. Spike has been on a prank spree. The guy is a perpetual kid. I need to get there before he does something to the rookie again. Melissa is getting a little out of sorts with it all. Not that I don't blame her though, it will be the fifth prank and she's only been on the team two weeks" Sam said shrugging his bag to his shoulder.

Smiling she said "This won't take long." She reached up and put her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him passionately.

Sam thought yeah right; this won't take long, my ass. If Jules keeps this up he just might miss workout altogether. Well at least workout with the team that is. He was not immune to her charms and wrapped his arms around her tightly and returned the kiss measure for measure.

Finally after several minutes pulling away slightly in a husky voice Sam groaned out "Jules."

Jules laughed lightly "Good to know that after so many years I still have that effect on you."

She stepped back and lightly jabbed his arm. "Have a good shift. Keep the peace." She handed him a large zipper bag with cookies "You can always threaten Spike with getting no cookies if he pranks the rookie again."

Laughing Sam said "Thanks Jules. That just might work" as he headed out of the house on the way to the barn.

Lane Home

Closing the door behind him Ed stopped at the foot of the stairs. He was exhausted and looking up at the stairs it seemed too much of an effort to climb them. He was getting too old for this he thought some days. He turned left instead and headed for the living room couch. Collapsing then sprawling out on it.

Ahhhhhh. Quiet, peace and quiet and no running required.

He had just dozed off when he was jarred awake by loud sugary sweet pop music blaring from upstairs. Izzy. He groaned.

Ed had forgotten tonight was the night he and Sophie had said she could invite twelve girlfriends for a birthday sleep over, one for every year. No quiet will be had tonight. He briefly wondered if he could sneak out to Jules, Wordy's or Spike's homes since their daughters would all be here tonight. No Sophie would kill him.

He rolled off the couch as Izzy bounded down the stairs.

"Dad you're home" came the gleeful high-pitched squeal as Izzy made a beeline for him and hugged him.

Ed wrapped his arms around his now twelve year old daughter. It still warmed his heart the way she greeted him. He was not looking forward to the teen years. Those with Clark had been very painful. Preteen was great.

"Happy Birthday Izzy. How was your day?" Ed asked truly interested pulling her to the couch and sitting down.

Izzy launched into a detailed explanation of everything that had occurred since she woke this morning "… and so Sadie said that she was going to ask her dad today. What do you think?"

Ed wasn't sure how he felt about it. Sure he had done that with Clark, many times, but he was a boy. He mentally checked himself. What was he thinking? Jules would punch him hard if she EVER heard him say that out loud. "I don't know Izzy. I'll have to talk to your Uncles Wordy, Sam and Spike. I'll let you know soon."

Bouncing up from the couch Izzy said "Thanks dad. Gotta go help mom finish the snacks for tonight."

Ed watched her go and smiled. Oh to be so young and have that boundless energy again. He lay back down on the couch. An hour, he had an hour until his house was full of screaming, giggling girls.

Luckily the couch was on the approved, appropriate napping locations list. He grinned at the stray thought from long ago. Sam sure found some strange places to nap when he first started with SRU. He drifted off for a cat-nap.

Sophie rounded the corner to say hi to Ed since Izzy told her he was home. She stood a few moments watching him sleep. She picked up the light throw blanket and covered him.

Poor man tonight would be tough for him with eleven little girls invading the house. But at least he could sleep in tomorrow since he was off shift. She placed a light kiss on his forehead and left him to catch a few moments rest.

Wordsworth Home

"Paisley, Dad says you need to hurry up" Allie called out. How come it took her sister so long to get ready? She was a tomboy, it wasn't like she had to do her hair and nails or figure out which outfit to wear.

Pulling her long brunette hair into a ponytail ten year old Paisley said "Allie, tell Dad I'm trying to find my glove. Sadie, Izzy, Mona and me want to play catch at Izzy's party tonight."

"Already told. This what you were looking for?" Wordy laughed as he entered his daughter's room holding a glove.

She stopped rummaging in her closet and said "Where'd you find it Dad? I've been looking for it for a week."

Wordy tossed her the glove and said "You left it in the back of the minivan. Found it when I cleaned it out this afternoon."

He looked at Allie who shared the same room with Paisley. Two girls so diametrically different. Sixteen year old Allie was all girly, girl like his other daughters. Her half of the room all pink and frills. Ten year old Paisley on the other hand was into sports of all sorts. Her half of the room reflected that.

"Allie, you sure you don't want to go to Izzy's party tonight? She did invite you" Wordy asked.

"Dad, they're such little girls. Sides my friend Mary and I want to go to Jenny's and hangout. Mom said I could. She said Izzy wouldn't mind. I asked Izzy too, she's okay with it cause we are gonna see each other at the annual BBQ in a few weeks anyways" Allie answered.

Paisley finished packing "Hey Dad, I forgot I was supposed to ask you today …"

"He's just gonna say no Paisley so don't waste your breath" Allie interrupted.

Wordy cleared his throat and looked at Allie meaningfully.

Allie rolled her eyes and said "Sooorrrie for interrupting you Paisley."

"Whatever Allie. Anyways Dad Sadie, Izzy, Mona and I wanted to know if …"

Loud music from the other room blared drowning out Paisley's request. Wordy excused himself to deal with either Hollie or Lilly who were playing their music so loud it could be heard all the way to Timbuktu.

Several minutes later they were in the car just the two of them and Paisley had finished her question. "Paisley I'm gonna have to ask what your Uncles Spike, Ed and Sam think about that. Sounds like great fun though. Let's see what Uncle Ed has to say when we get to his house."

Paisley smiled broadly as she lightly juggled the baseball from one hand to another "Mom said that you would like the idea. But that Uncle Ed might not."

Stopped at an intersection Wordy glanced back at his fourth daughter. The light turned green and he faced forward again thinking. I'm a lucky man to have five wonderful girls in my life. Shelly, Lilly, Hollie, Allie and Paisley. Lucky, so lucky.

Scarlatti Car

"Spike, I know you think that sounds fun and all but you really need to let up on Mel. Enough with the pranks. She's gonna think you don't like her or something" Winnie scolded as she drove.

Spike smiled mischievously "But it's a really good prank you have to admit. And we haven't had a rookie to prank in so long."

Laughing at her forever boy husband Winnie said "Yes it is, but why don't you play it on one of the others. Sam maybe. Get Melissa to help with it and make her feel more like one of the team."

Winnie checked the rearview mirror and saw their nine year old daughter twisting her long black hair deep in thought. "MonaLisa what's got you so serious?"

Rolling her eyes "Mom you promised, just Mona. Geez, why did you let Dad name me MonaLisa. All the kids tease me about it."

Spike turned in the front seat to peer at his lovely daughter. Serious now he said "When you were born you had such an enigmatic smile it fit perfectly. It still does mia bella figlia (my lovely daughter). Especially when you are deep in thought. So what's up?"

Mona smiled at her dad. He was always so fun to be around but got so serious about her name. She loved writing computer programs with him. The last two nights he was teaching her how to write a simple game program. She was sad he had to go to work tonight. They were so close to finishing it.

"I just wish we finished the game program last night. Gonna be a long time until we get a chance to work on it again" Mona said.

Spike smiled at his daughter "Tell you what; I know tonight you are going to Izzy's party. But tonight I'll set up a page where we can share code back and forth this week. Won't be exactly the same but we can make progress."

"Che suona papà grat" (That sounds great dad) Mona spoke in Italian to please her dad.

Spike reached over and patted her knee.

Winnie glanced at Spike. Mona had him wrapped around her little finger, especially when she spoke Italian. She remembered what Mona had asked her to do so she asked "So Spike has anyone's schedule changed or are you, Sam, Ed and Wordy still on for your annual camping trip?"

He was about to answer when Mona piped up "Papà, Izzy, Sadie, Paisley e volevo sapere se potevamo venire con voi in viaggio annuale campeggio. Per favore."
(Dad, Izzy, Paisley, Sadie and I wanted to know if we could come with you on the annual camping trip. Please.)

Spike looked to Winnie "You put her up to this didn't you?"

Winnie just smiled and said "No it was completely the IMPS that came up with it."

"Are you sure that is something you want to do? We will be roughing it, no computers and no phones." Spike asked skeptically.

Mona shook her head yes vigorously.

"I'll have to talk to your Uncles Sam, Ed and Wordy. I'll start with Uncle Sam when I get to the barn" Spike replied.

Mona grinned at him.

Spike gave MonaLisa a huge smile back. He loved when she smiled like that. He would do almost anything to get her to smile.

Winnie stopped in front of the barn. Spike leaned over and kissed Winnie. Then he patted her belly "You sure you are going to be alright alone tonight Winnie?"

"Spike quit worrying I'm only six months along. And I won't be alone" she rubbed her hand on her stomach "Our son will be with me. Now go you're gonna be late."

When Spike opened the back door to grab his bag and hug Mona goodbye Winnie reminded him "No more pranking Mel. You never know what a woman will do for revenge."

As she drove away she saw in the rearview mirror his shocked expression. He hadn't considered that Melissa might just get him back for all his pranks. Such a boy, one of the things she loved most about him.

Mona piped up "Thanks mom for suggesting I ask in Italian. Do you think Dad and the Uncles will say yes?"

Winnie smiled "I think the IMPS will get their way."

She thought IMPS. Something the four girls started calling themselves when they realized the first letters of their names spelled out that word. They truly were imps.

All within three years of each other, so different but also so many similarity. Probably because they spent so much time together. They sure made life interesting for their fathers.