A\N: A huge thank-you to everybody who has been reading, favourting and alerting this story, it means so much to me. I really hope you like this chapter and how we are starting to gain little pieces into what might happen to Dean and how it wlll affect everyone else around him. The words in italics are flashbacks.

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV or ION

Spoilers: Scorpio, First in Line, Jumping at Shadows, Fault Lines, Personal Effects, Broken Peace, Lawmen and Fit for Duty.

An Old Friend Returns

"Listen up cadets!" Staff Superintendent Holton used his microphone to quiet down the chatter that was echoing off the walls, "I want each and every one of you to take a look around the room. Yesterday when you walked into these doors there were one hundred of you standing here, now only ninety-five remain. After your psych evaluations today more of you might be going home. Now, I would like to introduce to you one of the top psychologists in Canada, he's worked with the military and within our force, Dr. Larry Toth."

At that name Clark and Dean opened their mouth and stared at each other, without even meeting the man they already knew they hated him.

"Dad," Dean found his father quickly after they had been dismissed, "Dad you can't be serious, didn't you have any say in this."

"Is there anyway I'll pass if I punch him?" Clark was next to ask.

"Clark," Greg looked at him, "Sometimes I think you and Eddie are to much alike. You need to calm down, he's good okay, he might even be the best.

"But-" Dean tried to protest.

"No, now go, both of you."

"Is he really that bad?" Caleb asked as they worked out in the weight room well they waited to be called into be evaluated.

"He breaks up teams," Clark informed his new friend, "He broke up my father's team."

"What did they do?" Caleb wondered.

"Nothing, they had a lot of tough calls, they were just being human."

"So, do you think they'll be a lot of people gone after today?" Lizzie and Dean were having the same conversation as they ran along the indoor track.

"I wouldn't be surprised,"

"Dean Parker!" An instructor called out.

Dean raised his hand to acknowledge his presence and then jogged towards the instructor.


"Dean Parker," Dr. Toth looked Dean in the eyes as he walked into the evaluation room, "Please have a seat."

Dean sat without a word.

"There has to be another adult present during the evaluation," Dr. Toth spoke, "Sargent Thames one of the guidance counselors here at the academy.

Still Dean did not say a word, he only nodded his head.

"Now, I'm sure you're aware of what this is," Dr. Toth pointed to the Polygraph machine.

"Yes Sir," Dean finally spoke.

"Good now if you'd please put these on," He picked up the blood presser cuff and the finger indicators. Now Dean, I'd like you to tell me three truths and one lie in that order.

"I'm an only child. My favourite sport is race car driving. I want to be an SRU negotiator and math is my favourite subject."

"Good," Dr. Toth wrote down some notes, "Now Dean, can you please tell me what your childhood was like."

Dean was almost certain Dr. Toth already knew the answer to that question. "It was okay."

"Dean I'm going to need details, like where did you live, who were your friends, those kind of things."

"I don't hate my father if that's what you're asking."

Dr. Toth chuckled, "No, no I know you don't hate your father, you want to be just like him." Dr. Toth tried a different approach, "Have you always felt like that?"

"No, not always, I hated my Dad for a good part of my childhood, until one day when we came back to Toronto."

"Mom," Dean had asked his mother early one Saturday morning "Can I go and see a movie this afternoon?"

"Sure, you remember where it is?" Joanne had asked her son, every few years they came back to Toronto to visit her family and they always stayed at her cousin's house.

"Yep," Dean nodded his head, "I'll be back before dinner I promise."

"How many movies are you going to see?"

"Well I was also thinking of going downtown and exploring a little," The fifteen-year-old Dean had lied.

"Okay but make sure you're back here before eight."

"Okay," Dean had nodded his head.

"What changed that day?" Dr. Toth brought Dean's thoughts back to present day.

"I went to go and see my Dad at the SRU. I went to go and tell him how I didn't want anything to do with him and that I wanted to change my last name to my Mom's then fiancé's but…. Dean took a minute to collect his thoughts, "After I told him all that I heard him on a call and something inside of me changed, I realized he was saving people's lives and that he had changed. I saw a whole new side of him and I wanted to know more."

Dr. Toth scribbled down more notes, "Did you tell your mother you went to see your father?"

"I didn't have to. He drove me back to my mother's cousin's hose and…."

"SEE HIM?! Joanne had roared angrily at her ex-husband's idea of seeing Dean on a semi-regular basis, "GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON?"

"Because I want to spend some time with my father," Dean had stepped into the kitchen."

"Dean this as an adult conversation," Joanne had sighed, "You don't know what you're getting into."

"And you didn't hear what I did Mom. He saved someone's life, that's what he does for a living. Plus, I saw Ed Lane and…"

"Ed Lane," Joanne remembered the husband of her one-time best friend Sophie, "He still work with you?"

"Yeah he does, and Sophie's doing fine and so his Clark."

"I don't see where this is going Dean."

"I want to see Clark again Mom," Dean clarified, "We left in the middle of the night, I never got to say goodbye, he was my best friend and I miss him."

"Okay, let me think about this," Joanne rubbed her forehead as she walked to the outside patio to join her cousin.

"Tell me more about your childhood what was it like?"

"The one in Toronto or in Dallas?" Dean asked?

"Let's start with the one in Toronto, then we'll go from there."

"Like I said before it was fine. I had a lot of friends at school and I loved to hang out with my father at the station and we loved going to sports games together, especially car races. Then when I was eight…"

"What?"

"I don't know if that's when it started or that's when I started remembering it but…. Dean took a deep breath, "One night I woke up to the sound of my parents arguing. My mother was in tears and she was yelling at my father. I snuck down the stairs to see what the argument was about and then I hid around the coroner of the kitchen wall. My Dad threw a plate at my mother and it….it shattered at her feet. He said he was sorry but she just ran out of the room, she didn't even notice me.

"What else do you remember?" Dr. Toth prompted.

"When I was nine I started staying over at my best friends house a lot, days at a time. And I never knew why, my best friends parents they didn't tell me much but I knew they knew what was going on."

"Clark Lane right? That's who you stayed with?"

"Yeah," Dean didn't need to ask how he knew that. "It was Clark, when we were younger we were like brothers."

"Tell me about the night you moved to Dallas?"

"It was the last night in June and school had just ended. I was at home and my Mom came into my room and woke me up. She said we had to go to Dallas, that's where her families from. I asked why but she wouldn't tell me she just said we needed to get away before my Dad got home from work. When I was older she told me was abusive when he drank which at the time we left was a lot. My Dad never told me anything different."

Dr. Toth took notes while looking at the polygraph machine. "So Dean tell me about why you want to become a police officer."

"I want to help people, I want them to know that even on their worst days they're not alone. My father and his team they dealt with some people who felt like they were out of options and were desperate.

Dr. Toth placed his pen on the table and looked at Dean, "What do you think about the use of guns?"

'Talk before Tactics."

"Have you ever gotten drunk before?"

"No," The polygraph machine did not show increases in stress levels and Dr. Toth saw no signs that Dean was beating it. He wrote that down, that was a concern people had about him, especially his father.

"Have you ever done drugs?"

" No," Again the polygraph didn't spike.

"Now I'm going to ask you a series of role play questions and I want you to tell me what you'd do in each situation.

Dean nodded his head.

"You're walking along the streets on your day off, it's dark outside and you approach an alleyway where a man is assaulting a female. You can tell that he is armed and very dangerous what would you do?"

"Well the first thing I'd do would be to call 911, then I would slowly approach the man and try to get his attention on to me and away from the female."

"What if the man had a gun?"

"If he had a gun then depending on the situation I would or would not approach."

Dr. Toth scribbled more information down into his notebook.

"You're in the locker room getting ready for shift and you see your co-worker take some pills. You're pretty sure they're not prescription drugs and he's been taking them for a while. What would you do?

"I'd approach him first and say I saw him taking some pills and I just wanted to know if he was okay. Then depending on what he said I'd go from there."

"Good," Dr. Toth took more notes. "Well Cadet I think we're all finished for now, If a further evaluation is needed you will be notified.

Dean did not say a word as left the examination room. Looking at his watch he knew it was currently lunchtime so he made his way towards the cafeteria bypassing his father's office on the way. The door was shut but he heard his name and so he stopped and hid just around the corner.

"Your boy's going to go far Greg, everybody can see that. He has talent I haven't seen in years." Dean now recognized the voice as Staff Sergeant Holton.

"All he wants is to be treated normally, I'm going to try and give that to him," Greg said next.

Commander Holton laughed, "He doesn't need any help from us, he's flying through all the tests, everyone's impressed. I have commander's calling from all of the units of the TPD wanting him as a rookie."

Dean gulped, everybody was watching him, he couldn't do anything wrong he needed to be perfect. He couldn't let all of those people down especially his father. Not feeling hungry, but sick to his stomach Dean walked into the crowded cafeteria and chose to sit in a far corner away from the majority of the crowds. He felt sick to his stomach. He had to figure out a way not to make any mistakes, everybody expected him to be perfect, especially his father. He wanted to be actually like his father and the last thing he wanted to do was to let him down so he had to be perfect and he could not slip up, not now, not ever.

"Hey," Clark sat opposite his best friend placing his try of food between them, "Eat something," He encouraged.

"I'm not hungry."

"I heard you got sent to see Toth."

"Yeah."

"Did he push you?"

"He just asked questions I didn't want to answer. I think he wanted me to admit I had a drinking problem."

"I don't think its fair he already knows more about us then everybody else."

"He's only allowed to use the information he has on file to answer questions," Greg approached the table.

"He has on file I lived in two different cities?"

"Your school information and duel citizenship," Greg reminded his son.

"Yeah I know Dad but some of the questions he asked me it was like he was remembering stuff from when he interrogated you. He knew Clark was my best friend and things like that."

"I don't know son," Greg didn't say more as he continued walking.


"Ah, Clark Lane," Dr. Toth spoke as Clark walked into the evaluation room around two thirty.

"Hi," Clark slumped down into the chair and put the pulse monitor on his arm and then the finger indictors on his fingers.

"I'm glad you know what to do," Dr. Toth said, "Now since you're a minor an adult needs to present Sargent Thames one of the guidance counselors here at the academy he'll just be sitting in the corner like he's doing now.

"Okay."

"Good, now first off we're going to do a little test. I want you to tell me three truths and a lie in that order all right?

Clark nodded his head, "I have a younger sister named Izzy, I play the cello and piano, I have my G and I like you.'

Dr. Toth let out a short laugh, "You know you remind me of your father."

Clark didn't say a word.

"Let's start with your childhood," Dr. Toth began, "Tell me what it was like growing up with a father who, for most of your life worked in the SRU."

"I had a good childhood, my Dad worked and still works hard."

"Tell me what it was like between you and your father? Did he talk to you about things that were going on a work."

"No, not when I was younger, he doesn't like to bring his work home with him.'

"But I'm sure that's hard. And I'm as you got older you noticed he'd act differently when he got home. "

Clark thought about all the times Ed had come home obviously distraught but did not say a word. He remembered the night when he was twelve years old and he had seen the news despite his mother's wishes. At that young age he wanted to be accepted by his father and he wanted his father to love him. He had stayed up that night and sat on top of the stairs and when his father had come home he hugged him. As Clark got older though he wanted less and less to impress his Dad and thought more about the fact that he was always at work and always so distant at home. Everything Clark thought he knew about his father changed however after the shooting of May Dalton. Ed had gotten help and he was finally able to tell Clark about his job and how it affected him, it was then that Clark made the decision he wanted to become a Police Officer for sure.

"Yeah I did," Clark took a deep breath as he tried to find the right words to say, "But I learnt a few things from it. After something happened to my dad on a call that really affected him he finally got some help. It took him a long time but he finally talked to me about it and you know what it actually felt nice to talk and just let things out. I learnt that it's better to talk about things that are bothering you then to bottle them up inside. When you bottle them up it only builds and builds until it finally explodes."

"Good," Dr. Toth took a few more notes. "Now tell me why you think you'd made a good Police Officer."

"Well," Clark thought back to the day when he and Dean went on the ride-along with their fathers and how he had started off the day not wanting to be there but ended the day feeling good about what he and Dean had done, "I think I'm pretty street smart and I learned how to shoot when I was nine. I'm also good at running and I can speak four languages. "

Dr. Toth wrote this information down, "Yes it says here you're fluent in English, French, Polish and Spanish."

"Yeah," Clark nodded his head. "I've always loved studying languages."

"Okay, for the next part of this evaluation I'm going to ask you a series of role-play questions and I want you to tell me what you'd do in each scenario."

"Okay."

"You're at a bar with some friends on a day off and you see a man who is twice your side walk out of the bar with keys in his hand. The guy has been at the bar longer then you and you've seen him have five drinks since you arrived. What would you do?"

Clark thought about how he should answer the question. He wondered what type of answer they were looking for and what answer he should give. After a few minutes thinking Clark decided to just answer the question truthfully and hoped it was good enough. "First I'd ask one of my friend's to call a taxi and get them to come to the location then I would approach the man carefully and explain to him that he should take a taxi him. If he is worried about his car being stolen or being towed overnight I'd tell him we could put it in a parking garage over night. If the man starts to get aggressive I'd try not to use physical aggression instead try and get him to calm down. I'd ask the bartender for the address on the credit cards he paid for if the man could not remember his address. When the taxi arrived I'd encourage him to get into the taxi and take the taxi home. If the man were unable to I would give the taxi driver the man's address.

"It's late on a Friday night and you're getting caught up on some paperwork. You're the only one still at the station until you see a senior officer come in with a clearly distraught woman. They don't see you but you can see the officer yelling at the woman and that she is crying. This senior officer has a lot of power in your station and rating him out to the Lieutenant might be a bad thing to do for your career. What would you do?"

"I'd tell my lieutenant first thing the next day." Clark said confidently.

Dr. Toth scribbled down some notes, "We're almost done Clark," He said, "I just have a few more questions. "What do you think about using guns so solve conflicts?"

"I don't think guns should be used unless absolutely necessary killing causes more problems sometimes, especially when the wrong person dies."

"What do you mean wrong person?" Dr. Toth was curious in Clark's answer to his question.

"Well when the good person dies instead of the one who should die," Clark shrugs his shoulders.

"What do you mean by good person and bad person?"

"If someone does something really bad and they hurt a lot of people they should probably die over someone who didn't do anything wrong."

Dr. Toth took down notes and Clark saw he was underlining something. "I think that's all for now cadet. You'll be notified if I think another interview is needed.


"You know the food isn't going to jump out at you bud." Marina walked into the kitchen and found Dean staring into the fridge a lost expression on his face.

"Uh," Dean turned to look at her, taking his mind away from something he desired. "I was just looking for something, guess I'll have to go to the store and get it."

Mariana looked him sternly in the eyes, he had known the nineteen year old long enough to be aware that he sometimes used manipulated words to get what he wanted.

"That's okay right? I mean Dad's out and Clark's talking to his parents on the phone."

"Dean you know very well your father went to the grocery store to pick up things that we needed. And it just so happens I heard him ask you if you waned anything and you said no. If you really do need something now you can call him and ask him to pick it up."

Dean ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't think this is something he'll pick up," He mumbled under his breath.

"What was that Dean?"

"Nothing," Dean stood up.

"Not so fast Dean; you can talk to me I know you had a rough day today."

"No it's just Dr. Toth just kept asking me things about drinking and drugs."

"And?" Marina prompted.

"And I told him I had never been drunk and never did drugs but I don't think he believed me."

"I think everybody's just trying to protect you Dean."

"Yeah…" Dean trailed off, "Can I go upstairs now?"

"Of course you can," Marina told him.

"Thanks," Dean walked out of the kitchen his mind swirling with guilt and nervousness.

TBC


A\N: Oh no! I wonder what Dean is going to do? How is it going to affect his relationships with his family and his friends? How will his mother react when she finds out? Will he move back to Dallas? As always review and stay tuned for more.