Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of its characters. I only own Clark and my other OC's. All the rest belong to Fox and Ryan Murphy.


Jeff's POV

Today was not going to be fun. Today was Clark's doctor appointment. According to Nick he had been to a doctor—once? He also told me that he was due for shots and I knew that was not going to be easy. No kid likes going to the doctor, but I just got this feeling, it was going to be harder than it is for regular kids.

I got up early and made breakfast. Clark really liked those pancakes, so I figured this might be a good way to start the morning. It was going to go downhill once we told him he was going to see a doctor, so I might as well make him extra happy.

Nick came down as I pouring the batter into the pan.

"Chocolate Chip Pancakes?" Nick says in the form of question. I guess he wondered why I decided to make these as I usually only made them on special occasions.

"I figured I'd keep Clark as happy as I can." I explain before I go into the fridge and start frying up some bacon as well to go with the pancakes.

"I'm sure these will make him happy, though I don't know if they keep him happy once we tell him." Nick says.

"Oh well. I'm trying to keep as happy as possible until—it's time."

"So when the appointment?" I ask Nick. It was currently 8:30, so hopefully it wasn't too soon. I also hope Nick isn't planning to keep Clark happy until the last second. I hope he tells him before we leave the house. I remember my mom used to do stuff like that. It just made it a lot worse. Mostly because I would be screaming, which attract attention that I didn't need. It would be better just to be told at home so I could get it all out before we go out into the public's eye.

"10:30." Nick tells me and I relax a bit. We had two hours.

"We are telling him before we leave the house."

"Well I certainly wasn't planning on telling him in the car." Nick says.

"Good. My mom did that to me once. It was awful." I say as I flipped the cake that was on the stove. "It's better to just get it all out here where no one else can see."

"Should have seen me when I had to get a booster shot when I was eight. My dad never said a thing until we were in the parking lot. I could have won a screaming contest." Nick comments and I grinned a bit. I remember he told me about that, though I still don't believe anyone could have been louder than me at that age, especially when my mother made me go to the dentist.

I finished cooking the food and put it on the table. I was about to go wake Clark up, but then he came into the kitchen. "Finally time you got up, sleepy head." I say as I pick him up and hold him on my arm.

"Did you sleep well?" Nick comes over and asks.

Clark nods.

"I'm late for school." Clark says.

"You don't have to go to school today." I say as put him down at the table.

"Why?"

"Because we have some places to go. And then when that's done, we'll do some fun stuff." I say and that was technically the truth, just not in specifics yet. "Sound good?" I put two pancakes and two strips of bacon on Clark's plate. His face lights up when he sees it's his favorite breakfast.

I sit down and eat some quickly before I go upstairs to change into my day clothes. When I came back downstairs, I noticed Clark was watching TV on the couch. I sat next to him and lifted him onto my lap.

"Where are we going today?" Clark asks as Nick walks into the room. He gives me a nod, which said it was time to tell Clark.

"Well later we're going to pick up dinner. But first, at 10:30, you have to go to the doctor, whom is just going to check you out to make sure you're a very healthy boy." I say as nicely as I could put that. I don't think that helped much.

"No!" Clark said before running upstairs.

Well at least it didn't go any worse than I was expecting.

I looked to Nick and the two of us went upstairs to Clark's room. Since his door was pushing opened all the way we figured that was the best place to look first. I noticed the top of his bed had his blanket rolled up into a ball as if he were hiding under it. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw it move as if it were breathing. I sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled the covers back. Clark was holding his teddy bear tightly to his chest. I stroked his hair back.

"I don't wanna go."

"I know."

"Don't make me go."

"Clark, he's just going to make sure you're healthy." Nick chimes in.

"No, he's going to be mean and yell at me." Clark says with obvious tears in his eyes.

"No he's not Clark." I tell him.

"Yes he is." Clark insists.

"Clark, your doctor is a good friend of mine and he would not do that. He knows it can be scary especially if it's your first time, so don't worry. He won't get mad if you do get scared. It'll be okay." Nick tell him and Clark looks a bit reluctant to believe that.

"I don't wanna go, daddy." Clark looks at me and I pick him up. I hold Clark close to my chest and wrap my arms tightly around him.

"I know, but we have to make sure you're healthy. And after we're done we can do fun stuff. We can do whatever you want." I offer him. I knew there wasn't much I could offer him to make him feel better because he had to go, but at least that was something. It sometimes helped to have something to look forward to.

"Can I bring Barry?" Clark asks and I smile at him before placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Of course you can." I tell him. Then for a while I just sit there on his bed as Clark laid there in my arms. If this is what he needed right now then I was happy to give that to him. But once it was a little past ten, I carried Clark to the car and Nick drove to the pediatric doctor's office.

I really hope Clark won't need too many shots.


The drive took ten minutes and I carried Clark inside. I sat down in the waiting room with Clark while next went to go sign him in at reception.

"Do you want to go play with the toys while we wait?" I whispered to Clark who quickly shook his head. He didn't have to if he didn't want to. I slowly rubbed Clark's back until a young man wearing scrubs with teddy bears on them came out in the waiting room.

"Clark?" Once they called his name I felt Clark grab onto me.

"It's alright." I tried to sooth.

"Daddy please don't leave me." Clark begged. He looked up at me and I watched as tears slowly fell down his face. Did he think I was going to stay out here while he went back there?

"I won't. We're coming with you." I said as I got up off the chair. I followed the woman back to a room, while carrying Clark in my arms. He had his head on my shoulder, but I felt him become less tense after realizing we were coming back with him.

I put Clark down so the woman could weigh and measure him. After that she left to go get the doctor and Clark quickly went back over to me.

"They'll let you stay?" Clark asks and I nodded.

"We wouldn't leave you in here by yourself unless you wanted that." Nick tells him as he rubs his shoulder reassuringly.

"You promise you won't leave daddy?" Clark asks me.

"I promise."


Clark's POV

I couldn't believe they let them come back with me but I was happy they did. I didn't want them to leave. If they left me the doctor would be mean and hurt me. The doctor I saw once was really mean. He yelled and hurt me. Though it's not like mommy wouldn't have stopped them anyways. It was my fault anyways for getting sick.

They promised not to leave me but I don't know if they are telling the truth. Maybe they are but the doctor could make them leave. I don't want that. It's scarier by myself. They are always mean when I'm alone.

I hear a knock at the door and buried my head into my daddy's chest.

"Hello." I hear him say. It had to be a boy doctor. "Hello Clark. I'm Dr. Sam."

I whined. I didn't say anything. I didn't want to. I didn't want to do anything. He sounded scary. Well—not really, but he probably was scary. He is a doctor and he's gonna hurt me.

"Clark, it's okay." I hear Nick say and I shake my head.

"It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're gonna yell at me." I whispered.

"He won't do that Clark." Nick tell me, but I don't believe it.

"It's okay Clark, now I just want to take a look at you. Make sure you're nice and healthy. Can you please let me?" I look up at him. He had short brown hair and blue eyes. He was smiling. The doctor I had before never did that. Dr. Sam seems okay.

"What are you g-gonna do?" I sniffled as I held onto Barry tightly.

"Well first I want to take a listen to your heart." He tells me as he puts his hand on the black thing that he had around his neck. I guess that was what he had to use. That didn't look bad.

"What does it sound like?" I ask.

"You've never heard it? Would you like to listen too?" He asks and I nodded. I always wondered what a heart sounded like. He put the top part of it into his ears and placed the metal part on my chest. It felt a little cold, but it was okay. Then after a couple seconds he took them out of his ears and into mine so I could listen. I giggled a little bit. My heart sounds cool!

Then after that he moved the metal part to my back. He said he was also listening to my lungs. Then he got another tool out.

"What's that for?"

"I'm going to check your blood pressure. I put this on your arm and it will feel a bit tight, but it shouldn't hurt, okay?" Dr. Sam tells me. I didn't look scary, so I nodded and gave him my arm. He wrapped something around my arm and then when he squeezed this cuff thing it got tighter and tighter. But it wasn't that bad. Then he took my temperature.

"You doing okay?" Nick asks me and I nod. It wasn't scary really. I guess he's not going to hurt me—well at least not yet. I hope he doesn't have to but he might.

"Okay Clark follow the light with your eyes please." I do what Dr. Sam tells me. That was easy. Then he gets some tool out and looks in my ears. It felt kind of weird, but it didn't hurt at all. Then he went over and got what looked like a Popsicle stick, out of a jar. Then he came back over to me. What was that for?

"Open wide and say 'ahhh' for me?" He tells me. I don't know what that stick is for but I do what he says. I felt the stick being pressed down on my tongue. This felt weird. But I guess that was better than it hurting. Then he checked my reflexes. He tapped my knee with some hammer which made my leg jump. I laughed because it was funny. Then he had me lay down to feel my stomach. It made me laugh because it tickles.

"Almost done Clark." Dr. Sam says after he finishes that part. "You're a very healthy boy." Nick then goes to him when he's across the room writing something down. I feel my daddy wrap his arms around me when I sat up again.

"You're doing so well." He says.

"Are we done yet?" I ask when I saw Dr. Sam leave. Could we go home now?

"Not yet Clark." Nick says and I frowned. He didn't look very happy. Was something wrong? Did I do something wrong.

"Am I in trouble?" I ask.

"No—no, but you need to get a couple shots." Nick says and I frown. I knew what that was. It was like when that mean doctor poked my arm. He said he had to poke me but it wouldn't hurt, but it did. It was going to hurt. I don't want any shots.

I got off the table and went under it, holding Barry close.

"Clark, it'll be okay." Nick says and I shake my head.

"It's gonna hurt." I say.

"Only a little."

"No, it's going to hurt a lot."

"Just a few pinches. And then after that we can go home—or we can go out to eat. You can get whatever you want and I'll even let you get some ice cream too." Nick offers. He only usually let me have a small treat like a cookie after dinner. Not after lunch. That sounded good. Lunch and Ice Cream. But I don't want the shots.

Then the door opened and I backed up under the table.

I can't—I don't want shots.

"Hi, just give us a minute." I hear Nick say before I see get on his knees. Now he could see me. "Clark you need to come out now. It won't be that bad home."

I knew I should listen. I knew if I didn't listen they would probably punish me, but I didn't want any shots. Last time it hurt a lot. But punishments hurt a lot more—sure they said they would never hurt me, but it's like mommy says: everybody lies.

I came out of the table and Nick puts me back on the table.

"Hi Clark. My name's Jane and I promise this will be over quickly." The girl in pink said. I looked down at the tray and saw three shots. I needed three? That's a lot. I wasn't sure I could handle one, but three.

I started to cry.

"Clark come here." My daddy says as he put me back onto his lap. I leaned into him and he started rubbing my back.

"Don't leave me daddy." I cried. It'd be worse if he left me. Then they'd hold me down and it would hurt a lot. And what if she was mean to me?

"I wasn't going to leave you." He says and that made me feel a little better. I didn't want him to leave me.

"Would you feel better if you could lay down Clark?" Jane asks and I shake my head. How would that help? It was still gonna hurt.

"Just hold onto me and it'll be over in a minute."

"Would you like to hold my hand, Clark?" Nick asks and I shake my head. I had daddy and Barry, so I think I could handle this—at least I hope I can.

I felt Jane rolled up the sleeve of my shirt. I flinched a little when she rubbed something wet and cold on my arm.

"Do you want me to count to three?"

"Yes." I say.

"One, two…" Jane counted and I shut my eyes tightly. "…three." She says and I whine at feeling the first pinch in my arms. "First one's done." She says and I don't move. I don't say anything. Couldn't she just hurry up? She counted to three again before giving me the second shot. That hurt more. "Second one's done."

"You're doing great, Clark. Almost done." Nick says. It'd be better if I was done. Why did I have to get three? That was so many.

"Last one…" Jane says before she counts again. I cry out at feeling the third shot. That one hurt the most. "All done, Clark." I felt something being put on my arm. I opened my eyes and saw three blue band aids on my arm where she had given me the shots.

I felt daddy kiss my head.

"You were so brave."

"No I wasn't." I say. How was I brave? I hid under the table and cried.

"Yes you were." I don't know how I was brave, but I don't want to argue. I put my head on his shoulder as he carried me to the car. "Do you want to go get some lunch or do you want to go home for a while and we get dinner out instead?"

"I wanna go home." I say. My arm hurts and I just want to go home. "Can we watch TV daddy?"

"Yes buddy, whatever you want."


Nick's POV

I was surprised how well behaved Clark was once we got him back onto the table. I thought he would have thrown a fit and then refused to Jane continue with the rest of the shots. But he stayed still and let them happen. I was pleasantly surprised. I knew at that age, I wasn't that well behaved when it came to needles. And it seemed Clark liked Dr. Sam, so at least that was something else. I just hope the dentist visit will be easier.


A/N: I realized it's been ages since I've updated this—well I haven't been writing for anything Glee except for my Sick-Fic Collection. Also I missed writing Clark lately so I decided to update this. I hope you guys liked this. Let me know your thoughts. Also let me know if have any idea or if there is anything you would like to see in this story. Please don't forget to review.