Hey, guys, sorry about the long wait. My computer decided to die so I lost everything including my motivation. However, my goal was to finish this story before school starts and I want to be able to do that. This story only has 3 or 4 chapters left so I should be able to finish it.

For those of you reading The Parker Gang, that's on permanent hiatus for now. I can either do a complete rewrite in the future with the same concept and major events or someone else can take the idea and write it. Where I'm at right now and how my schedule's going to be once school starts I won't have much, if any, time to write. I'm open to someone else writing TPG story line just ask for my permission first so I can take mine down.

Now that that's all taken care of...onto the story!


He was driving down the road laughing and joking with Sophie and Clark about what color to paint Clark's room when he noticed the car headed straight for them. He knew it was going to hit them but he couldn't stop laughing or joking, he couldn't move the wheel so they wouldn't hit the other car, he couldn't warn them, worse even, he was putting them right in the other path. He heard the crash, the unnaturally collision of steel, and their screams. How did he get across the street? It didn't matter, all that mattered was getting to them and getting them out.

"Clark! Soph!" He managed to pull Sophie from the wreck but where was Clark?

"Why didn't you save me, Daddy? You could have saved me!" He looked to see his little boy sitting cross-legged on the roof of the wreck.

"Clark! Come down, buddy. Clark!"

"Clark!" Ed shot straight up in bed and looked around the room, confused. Then he remembered. He was with Jules. He and Sophie were divorced. Clark was dead.


"Jules! Come on, we're going to be late!" Ed yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"I have a doctors appointment this morning we have to take two cars, remember?" Jules said walking down the stairs, stopping the second from the bottom so she was eye level with Ed.

"That's right. Alright, I'll see you at work. Bye, love you." Ed leaned forward and gave her a quick peck.

"Bye, love you too." Jules said softly pulling him in for one more kiss before walking the rest of the way down the stairs. Jules watched Ed grab the rest of his things and head out the door and to his car to work. As soon as he was out of sight, she let out a sigh and sat down on the last step. For once she wished that Ed hadn't accepted her answer that this was her yearly appointment and that he'd have figured everything out but as soon as she had that thought she pushed it out of her head. If she was wrong there was no reason to worry or excite Ed.


The team had had a long day, a woman who had just been told by her doctor and her husband that they should stop trying to have a baby had taken the woman she thought was having an affair with her husband hostage. With Ed in the truck, Sam as negotiator, and Sarge running tactical the team was out of wack. Not to mention Jules was on edge about her doctor's appointment.

"What do you say to a weekend camping?" Ed asked later that night as he was rebuilding the motor for his car.

"Sounds fun, when do you want to go?" Jules asked from her perch on the high stool over looking his work.

"I talked to the Commander and how does Valentine's weekend sound?"

"That sounds incredible." Jules answered forcing a smile.

"What's wrong? I thought you would be excited." Ed looked at his girlfriend in confusion. She'd always talked about wanting to do an extreme camping trip with hiking, mountain climbing, and maybe even rafting.

"I am! I just don't think it's the best time to go." Ed wiped his hands on a rag and walked over to Jules, who was refusing to look at him.

"Why not?" Ed asked tilting her head up and brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. Jules sighed and pulled a grainy, black and white photo out of her pocket before handing it to Ed.

"Is this what I think it is?" Ed asked running his thumb over the tiny blob. Jules simply nodded and refused to lift her gaze from the floor.

"Jules, this is amazing!"

"You're sure. You're not upset or scared or mad?" Seeing that Jules was actually scared of what his reaction would be he pulled her into a hug.

"Upset, not at all. Scared, absolutely. This didn't come at the best time but I could never be mad. Are you mad?"

"No!" Jules pulled back put a hand on his cheek. "I couldn't be happier." The two shared a smile and a kiss before Ed pulled back suddenly.

"We gotta tell the team, and Holleran, but we should tell Greg first and maybe Wordy. But if we tell Wordy then we have to tell everybody, so Greg first, then Holleran, then the team. And we have to set up a nursery and we should probably put in a security system, and get a dog. Every kid needs a dog..."

"Ed, Ed, Ed. Slow down. Most people wait until after the first trimester to tell everybody. We can start working on a nursery right away if you want but we won't need it for another seven months. As for a security system and a dog I think they can wait. Okay?" Jules smiled up at the man before her.

"Okay. A baby." Ed looked at her in absolute wonder and put a hand on her stomach.


"Why didn't you save me, Daddy? You could have saved me!" He looked to see his little boy sitting cross-legged on the roof of the wreck.

"Clark! Come down, buddy. Clark!" The image of Clark shifted to a different little boy with Jules' chocolate brown eyes and pale skin.

"What about me, Daddy? Are you going to save me?"


Kinda a depressing end and a little shorter than I wanted but there you go. I wasn't planning to take this story in this direction but after losing everything I kinda liked and hated this story line so I went for it.