Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders or Dream with Me. Dream with Me is a song from the hit series So Weird. I wish it would come back.

Anyways this is part of good fic day. This is basically a look at Ponyboy and his father. Just some cute little fluff. Companion to Two Worlds.

I look at his picture every day. I stare at it when watching television, cleaning my hunting gear. It even goes so far as to haunt me in my dreams. He's just smiling, grinning. His smile is gap tooth and his cheeks are freckled.

He just looks at me and I stare right back. I cannot forget him. I cannot allow myself to and he can't let me. He smiles and he smiles. I can count the freckles.

I can see him in the laughter of my other two sons, his brothers. It is so painful and yet less painful then the idea of forgetting him all together. He's my son the same as Darry and Soda. I love my older boys so much, unconditionally, but they still do not feel the gap.

No parent should have to bury their child, their baby; but not knowing waiting without a word that is so much worse. I've had to identify remains of other children, other parent's babies. Nothing could be hardy. I want the absolution, I need it, but even more so I need my baby. It makes me sick.

You know if I close my eyes long enough, I can almost see him, like a movie in the back of my mind.

Thunder clashes. Lightning flashes as I sit at the table working out the bills and other expenses. It is late and I know Maggie will be here soon, begging me to go to bed. I sigh and keep on working. The thunder clashes again and all of a sudden I can hear the pitter patter of little feet as my youngest son comes running down the hall.

"Daddy, Daddy!" I look up to greet my son's tear stained face. "Daddy." He whines. I scoot out of the chair and hold out my arms. Ponyboy runs over and holds out his arms. So I scoop him up and place him on my lap. The thunder clashes again and he gives out a cry.

I rock him a little. "It's okay little guy, I'm here. Daddy's here. I'm not going to let anything hurt you."

He lays his head on my shoulder. "Promise?"

I kiss his forehead. "I promise buddy."

The thunder boomed once more and Ponyboy still shook like a leaf. "Hey buddy. Its okay, its okay. Didn't your mama ever tell you that thunder is just God and the angles bowling."

"Really?"

I chuckled. "Yes baby."

He sighed. "Kay." He looked up at me with those big green eyes. "Daddy, sing to me."

I smiled. "Anything for my baby."

"I'm a big boy."

"So you are." I pulled Ponyboy closer and he laid his head on my chest. I ruffled his hair.

"Close your Eyes and I'll show you how to fly Catch a cloud and take it for a ride In you dreams you can be anyone you ever wanna be Close your eyes, Dream with me In you dreams you can be anyone you ever wanna be Close your eyes, Dream with me You can be an actor or be invisible Be a star in the hall of fame Build a house up in the trees Be a whale Swim in the sea Be a dog Chase a cat No-one will say ya can't do that In your dreams you can be anyone be you ever wanna be Close your eyes and dream with me Close your eyes, and dream with me"

I stayed there for another hour just listening to his light breathing.

That was nearly nine years ago, not a week before my son went missing. I haven't seen that song since he went missing. That was his lullaby and it hurts to even hear it eco in my head. I just want my son back. I wanted to be able to sing to him, to see him laugh with his brothers.

For now I have to live with the loss of the son I had barley begun to know; and it hunts me every day of my life. All I have to do is look at his picture and it starts all over again.