A\N: Okay so I thought up this story idea after I saw the episode "Lawmen" but wanted to wait until the series was finished to see if we knew what Dean and Clark ended up doing. Since we did not find out I decided to use the finale and what I think happened after it to use in this story. That being said it is kind of A\U. But I hope you like it anyway. I got my information about the Toronto Police Academy mostly from the Toronto Police Services website, the number of push-ups and sit-ups are the number to have to be able to do if you're in the Police foundations course at most Ontario Colleges. As for the courses I used the information given on the Toronto Police Services career page and made them up.

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV, ION, the Toronto Police Academy or the Ontario Police Academy. I also do not own any other Canadian universities or Colleges.

Spoilers: "Lawmen", "Keep the Peace Parts One and Two"

Warnings: None

In the Shadows

"No, Dad!" Dean walked into the kitchen of a Toronto Police Academy owned townhouse where his father and stepmother Marina were both trying to take pictures.

It had been almost two years since the day that almost ripped him of everything he knew. In those two years his father and girlfriend had gotten married and bought a house near the Police Academy in Aylmer, Ontario where Dean's father was a professor.

Dean's best friend had also undergone some major changes in two years. He was at City Hall when a bomb exploded and had been trapped underneath ruble in his car. It had taken him nearly the entire summer to fully recover and come September he wet to the University of Toronto to study music, though he constantly found himself at the SRU headquarters hanging out with Team One. After spending hours watching what his father and Sam Braddock did he decided he wanted to become an SRU officer. Not soon after it was announced that Clark's father Ed Lane was being promoted to Sargent of Team One and Sam Braddock to Team Leader of Team Three.

"Dad, you promised not to!" Dean continued as Clark walked into the kitchen wearing a pair of faded jeans and a blue t-shirt.

"I know, and I won't take anymore. " Greg put his camera down and stood up with the help of his cane, "You boys ready for your first day?"

"Yep," Dean and Clark spoke in unison

"ATTENTION!" A man used a microphone to get the attention of the hundred or so cadets packed into the gymnasium. "My name is Staff Superintendent Holton and for the next twenty weeks I am your worst nightmare!"

"That's not intimidating at all," Clark spoke under his breath so only Dean could hear.

"Do you have problem cadet?" Staff Superintendent Holton roared at Clark and all heads turned to look at him.

"No," Clark responded, now wishing he were standing at the back instead of near the front.

"What's your name?" Staff Superintendent Holton wanted to make an example out of him.

"Clark Lane."

"Lane," Staff Superintendent Holton looked at Clark, as if studying him, and then he looked at his colleagues with raised eyebrows, then at Dean who was trying to avoid his eyes. "Well Clark Lane," Commander Holton cleared his throat, "I think you're going to learn that this isn't the place for whispering. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Clark wished he had a different last name.

"Good," Staff Superintendent Holton turned back to the cadets, "Now as I was saying before, the next twenty weeks will be brutal and you will be pushed to your limits. We only want the best to be patrolling the streets of Toronto. So if any of you think this will be like high school gym class leave now.

Two cadets left the room.

"Now, let me introduce you to some of the hundred an decorated men and woman of the Toronto Police who will be your instructors.

Dean and Clark listened as the head of the Police Academy talked about each of their professor's accomplishments before introducing them.

"Now," Staff Superintendent Holton said after roll call had been taken, "You will all report to the locker rooms and get changed into your uniforms you will then report to the gym for a physical evaluation. After that, you will eat lunch in the cafeteria and finally you will report to the auditorium.

"Dean, Clark, not so fast," Greg walked over to the two boys as the rest of the cadets depressed to find their locker.

"Dad I thought you said you wouldn't treat us differently."

"I think Clark already took care of that," Commander Holton and other professors and administrators of the academy joined the group.

"I'm really sorry I talked," Clark apologized again.

"You know if you're anything like your father…and I suspect you are we're going to become very good friends."

Clark used to hate people comparing him to his father it used to set him off. Now although he still did not like it, in some ways it made him feel good inside.

Staff Superintendent Holton was a professor at the academy when your father and Wordy were here." Greg explained.

"So, my father got into a lot of trouble?"

Staff Superintendent Holton chuckled, "Your father's one of the best officers on the force. Let's just say though that he and Officer Wordsworth had a lot of adventures like you and Dean did that one day."

"Sir," Dean turned to Staff Superintendent Holton, "We're going to learn how to negotiate right?"

Commander Holton didn't blink, "I'm not sure you need it, from what your dad tells me you're already pretty good."

Dean beamed with pride, "Really?"

"You kidding you love to negotiate me," Clark poked his friend, "It gets me into a lot of trouble."

"Okay boys, go and get your uniforms on," Greg told the two boys, "And try not to get into too much trouble!" He added as he watched them walk towards the locker room bickering.

"So those two seem to be an interesting pair second in command Staff Inspector Daniel O'Dea said, "Should we refrain from pairing them together?"

"That's up to you Staff Inspector."

"Nice introduction back there," A tall cadet with golden blonde hair and blue eyes chuckled as Clark took his uniform out of his locker.

Clark merely rolled his eyes.

"My old man's a cop too," He continued, "I'm Ryan."

"Clark."

"Well I'll see you out there," Ryan finished tying his shoelaces and left.

"Listen up Cadets!" Staff Sargent Johnson had a deep loud voice, "To pass the physical part of your training you must be able to do one hundred push-ups in a minute, one-hundred sit ups in a minute and…"

Once Staff Sargent Johnson had finished explaining their physical requirements the one hundred cadets were spilt up into ten groups in alphabetical order and then told to report to a starting station where they would be tested. They had until the whistle blew to complete their station, then they would be given their results and as a group go to their next assigned station.

"Welcome to the indoor track," A trainer said as Clark's group, which consisted one of only three female cadets. "To pass this test you must be able to run around this track ten times in five minutes."

Almost everyone groaned.

The trainer ignored it, "Now start stretching and then we'll start. "

"Clark, over here!" Dean waved his friend and Ryan over to a table where he was sitting with three guys and one girl.

"Hey man," Clark smiled as he sat down beside Dean, "This is Ryan."

"Hey man," Another male cadet smiled, "I'm Chris, that's Jason, Caleb and Lizzie."

"Hey." Ryan greeted everyone, "So how did you all do on your tests?"

"Dean smashed the record on the reflexes test," Chris spoke.

Clark laughed, "You good reflexes?" He almost choked on his pasta salad, "You who couldn't catch a test tube before it shattered to the ground? You're like the most clumsy person I know, that has to be a mistake."

"Shut up," Dean punched him.

"Is he always like this?"

"Annoying, yeah pretty much," Dean smirked.

"And he's a walked Polly-o-graph," Clark warned, "He's going to ace that test."

"Yeah isn't your father Sargent Parker, everyone's talking about it." Lizzie said.

"Yep that's my Dad," Dean spoke proudly. "He was the best crisis negotiator in the city until-"

The table fell silent everyone knew what Dean was referring to.

"So…. where is everyone from?" It was Caleb who finally broke the silence.

"Toronto," Dean and Clark responded at almost the same time.

"I'm from St. Catherine's," Jason said.

"My girlfriend's at University there," Dean commented, "She loves it."

"Yeah it's a pretty great city."

"I'm from Ottawa," Lizzie spoke next.

"And I'm from Toronto as well," Caleb smiled.

Once the eight new friends had finished eating they went in search of the auditorium.

"Hey, take a look at this, is this your father?" Caleb looked at the pictures of the past graduating classes that hung on the wall.

Ryan, Clark and Dean all turned to look at him.

Caleb rolled his eyes, "I'm talking to Ryan but your father's are probably here too.

"Speaking of fathers," Clark rolled his eyes, as he saw is father was calling him.

"Hey Dad," Clark walked away from the group Dean on his heel.

"Hey son how's everything going?"

"It's good, I met a few people so you never told me you got into a lot of trouble here"

Ed chuckled, "Yeah, yeah I had my share of trouble, but you have Dean and Mr. Parker there to keep you in line. Remember you promised your mother you'd come home for dinner on Saturday."

"Yeah Dad I remember."

"And tell Dean and-"

"Yeah Dad I know, listen I have to go, we need to sit in some lecture.

"Okay, I'll let you go," Ed hung up the phone.

"So dinner at your house..." Dean grinned, "That's always fun."

"Yeah, always interesting," Clark stuffed his phone into his pocket, "At least your father doesn't have to call you to check up on you."

"You're really going to play that card?" Dean asked as they walked into the already crowded auditorium.

"Your right," Clark started searching for two empty seats.

"Name," A man only briefly looked at Clark when he approached a desk to retrieve his timetable.

"Clark Lane," Clark responded as he was handed two sheets of paper.

"Name…."

Clark barley got two feet away from the crowded line when his papers were taken from his hand and he was given another paper.

"Man what gives?" Clark spun around and looked at Dean, "You forget your Texas manners or something."

"We're in the same classes," Dean handed him back his timetable, "And I don't need to use manners with you."

"We're in the same classes? They must have made a mistake," Clark mischievously grinned, "They wouldn't do that on purpose."

"I don't know man but we're sitting near the front for this class," Dean pointed to Negotiating 101, their very first class on Monday morning which was taught by Dean's father.

"Do you want to be beaten up? Because that's what will happen."

"At the police academy? Pretty sure nobody here's going to do that."

"You'd be surprised."

"Yeah well you and I are sitting in the front row."

"Classes don't start until we're finished orientation and in Alymer in two weeks, we have plenty of time to worry about where we're going to sit."

"No drinking or consuming any alcohol beverages from seven o'clock AM to seven o'clock PM Monday to Friday." Dean read aloud the list of rules that has been given to all new recruits. "That's not fair I mean half of us are of age."

"They're just getting you ready for the real world son, you can't drink while you're on call either." Greg explained, "Besides you don't drink anyways."

"Well I could I'm of age."

"Yeah, yeah I know," Greg spoke carefully.

"No members of the opposite sex in dormitories past seven o'clock PM." Clark read aloud another rule, "Good thing we're staying in the basement apartment in your house Mr. Parker," Clark tried to lighten up the mood.

"In my house it's no girls allowed ever, unless I supervise and especially after dark," Greg warned.

"Thanks," Dean rolled up his list of rules and hit Clark, "Now I wish we were staying in the dorms."

"Hey, it's not like Myra's gonna come all the way from London to see you anyways, she doesn't like you that much." Clark held up his hands in defense.

"Yeah and Chloe's going to come from St. Catherine's," Dean chuckled, "At least Myra and I have been dating longer.

"I believe I was dating Chloe before you FINALLY got up the nerve to ask Myra to prom."

"Yeah but those two weeks you were in hospital and in and out of conscious don't count."

"Yeah because it's my fault I got-"

"Boys!" Greg raised his voice, "Go upstairs and wash up for dinner."

"Sorry Dad," Dean apologized; he knew that day was a topic his father did not like discussed.

"Yeah, sorry Mr. Parker," Clark stood up, "Don't blame Dean it was my fault," He added as he followed his friend out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.

A\N: Please review and tell me what you think so far.