Happy Early Father's day to all my readers!

A father... knows exactly what those boys at the mall have in their depraved little minds because he once owned such a depraved little mind himself. In fact, if he thinks enough about the plans that he used to have for young girls, the father not only will support his wife in keeping their daughter home but he might even run over to the mall and have a few of those boys arrested. ~Bill Cosby

Dillon stormed out the garage, sat on the hood of his trusty car and tried his best to calm down. He really hated having to fight with his baby girl, the one who'd had him tightly wrapped around her little pinky from the moment she was born into the world.

All over a boy. The boy she really liked.

But could he really justify losing their bond over some kid that had captured her attention? He didn't have any idea. He couldn't deny that from the moment she'd first blossomed into a young woman, he'd known this was coming.

But why did she have to fall for the rebel? Wasn't there some nice normal respectful kid at the school for her to...attend the prom with?

Why not Flynn and Gemma's son? Fallon was a good kid, a little rash at times, but he knew he could trust him. And What about Ziggy and Dr. Kay's oldest son Aiden? Surely one of them could take her to the prom?

What was so special about this boy that caused this new rift between them?

Dillon walked over to the tool box and pulled out a slightly beat up wrench with a dark yellow grip on the handle. This tool was part of the set she'd given him for father's day a when she was only five. From the moment she could walk, she'd stood by him and watched him work on different cars. When he came in to help with the repair shop set up by Flynn and Summer, she'd sat a little ways off in cover-alls that nearly swamped her and watched him work on the customer's cars.

Now, mind you, he never let her get near a hot engine or anything like that, but she would sit in the big folding char with a perfect view of the car engine and watch him work, completely engrossed in the cool things 'her Daddy' did. And at the times when he would be laying on the little wheeledd creeper under a car, she'd sit next to him on a mat and hand him tools.

By her 8th birthday, she'd started reading his mechanic's magazines soaking in the details and soon she became a big help to him when it came time to change the oil in his own car and other's cars after hours. By the time she was 12, he could give her a list of car items, and trust her to ride her bike down to the auto parts store and get exactly what he asked for nearly everytime and he rarely had to return anything. She was very precise.

But it was when she was 14 that she really shined. A customer had come in to the garage and started up trouble claiming that her daddy had put on the brake pads wrong and demanded a refund. She'd not even flinched, but instead she stood tall and told him in a very sure voice that she'd seen her daddy put the brake pad on herself and that it had to be something else or a defect in the pad. He'd tried to talk down to her and had failed miserably.

He left them alone after that. It had been a moment that made him a very proud daddy. She was just as tough as him.

Dillon sighed coming out of the reverie. And now this had come along.

It was then that Dillon realized with a start that he'd just answered his own question. No normal respectful boy could stand up to his daughter. His baby girl was tough as nails and he'd bet anything that none of those other boys had the balls to ask her to prom...but, a rebel boy such as that Matthew's kid wouldn't be deterred by her sarcasticly sharp tongue.

That was it, everything made sense to him now!

Suddenly a new sound reached his ears, killing his moment of epiphany, and he looked up in time to see a beat up blue and chrome jeep with mis-matched parts pull up. He reconized the vehicle immediately. At one time this had been Flynn's jeep, but it had been passed down to Fallon once the boy had passed his driving test.

That had been two years ago.

Just as soon as the engine powered down, his son, DJ jumped down and half ran to him.

"Woah, hold up, son, what's burning down?"

"We saw it all dad, something big went down at the school. The police are after us...they saw us rescue him."

Dillon closed his eyes taking a few moments to filter his son's statement so it made sense." Ok, hold on a sec, what went down?"

"That Matthews kid, Chase. He got into a fight...he was defending her honor. The police were called."

That made Dillon stand up and look his son square in the eye.

Ok, you can do this. First things first.

He could hear sirens in the distance. They wouldn't...would they?

"He's hiding in the jeep...just how many speed limits did you break?" He demanded in a quiet voice.

"Dad, how'd you know?" His son looked intrigued. But there was no time for that now. In the space of a few seconds, the former black ranger had pieced the whole thing together.

"Bring it in Fallon, DJ. You know the drill."

Within moments, the door to the garage was closed and they all waited in nervous silence as the sirens passed by.

When the noise faded into the distance, Dillon looked at the jeep. "You can come out now Chase. They're gone and I'm not going to turn you in."

A moment passed and then a young man with short black spiky hair stood up and slowly climbed out of the jeep. He looked a little roughed up but was trying to hide it, his shirt was ripped and he was failing miserably at trying to hide the limp. Though he was visibly nervous, he refused to lower his eyes. As he came to a halt in front of him. He stood straight and looked the older man in the eye.

"Thanks."

"Don't thank me yet, Chase. I want you to tell me exactly what happened and why the cops are after you."

"Winchester, he's been talking about Kenzie for weeks and how he was going to score her at prom. McKenzie is amazing and I couldn't let it happen. I couldn't think of any way to prevent it except for asking her out myself. I'd hoped to keep it from happening. She turned him down saying that she was going with me...The douche is really pissed at me right now. He sent his enforcer Riley after me...I'm was on my third strike, if I got into one more fight I'd be expelled. I tried to talk my way out of it and he got me in the stomach when I tried to walk past him. He dragged me into the locker room for a talk."

"And instead Winchester was there."

"Yeah." Chase nodded.

Dillon gave him an appraising look. "Your knuckle is busted, you must have got at least one good hit in."

"Yeah, I didn't want to fight him, but I had to get away. That's why the cops are after me. I only hit him so I could escape. I'm sorry that I dragged you guys into this."

It was only now that Chase dropped his gaze.

Dillon was quiet for a moment. Then he looked up at his son. "Go get the med kit and a wet cloth from the bathroom. Fallon, go get a hold of your dad and have him come over here and get your uncle Scott if you can."

"Yes, sir, Da will still be at th garage." His accent was as thick as his fathers. Then he was gone.

When the two men were alone, Dillon helped the young man out of his beat up leather jacket. He winced seeing the finger marks on his arm.

"You do know that you could have claimed self defense, right?"

Chase scoffed. "What good would that have done? The Winchesters are loaded, and my parents were part of the Scorpion Cartel and I spent a lot of time in Juvie. Their lawyer would have eaten me alive and I'd never see the light of day again. I only wanted to take Kinzie to prom and keep that creeper away from her.

"She's been dubbed unattainable since the first she turned him down. He made a bet that he'd be able to snatch her v-card by 12 midnight at Prom. I was scared for her...that's the reason I asked her to prom...I mean I do think she's amazing and I love carrying her books and everything, but I couldn't let him get his nasty hands on her."

Dillon was quiet as Chase talked to him. It was obvious he was smitten with his baby girl. He'd gone to great lengths to protect her. Even sacrificing his dignity and body to protect her. Where did he learn such chivalry? Maybe there was more to this bad boy then he thought.

"And where are you parents?"

"Long gone. They were running from Fresno Bob, but they never came back. I think they've been ghosted. It's been three years. They left me money but it's almost out."

"How long have you been flying under the radar?"

"Since my sophomore year. I've been forging my permission slips when I had to. I've been lucky that no one's come to investigate me, but now that I've royally screwed up, they'll be casing the house. I've done everything I can to give the illusion that my parents still live there. I even went as far as changing the curtains in the living room every few months and put up Christmas lights during the holidays."

"I tried to get away after the fight, but someone messed up my Fastback. The headlamps were smashed in and my tires were slashed. I'm grateful to DJ and Fallon for getting me out of there but now I have no idea what to do now."

That did it for Dillon. Every idea he'd had about the rebel boy that had captured his child's heart was splintered into a million pieces.

Former brooding black ranger he was...but he was also a dad, and here before him was a child (in his eyes) that needed help. In that moment he'd seen himself in the boy. That's what made the decision for him.

"You can't go anywhere till things die down. The police catch you and you'll be roasted alive."

Just then, the boys returned and Fallon handed the med kit over. Dillon took the cloth and began to clean up the boy's cuts. Flynn came in then too.

"Give it to me strait Flynn. How bad is it?"

"At this moment, I expect that the damage control is well underway. Kay got the footage from the security cams and Scott is heading to the the colonel's with it. I expect the police to call off the search any moment now. That pretty little Mustang of his has got a lot of damage to it, but its nothing that can't be fixed."

Dillon sighed. "That's a good thing. But now we need to figure out what will be done with our friend here." Seeing that Chase was about to protest, he continued. "I know. We're not making this desicion for you; We're only discussing. You can feel free to add your imput too."

From the expression on the boy's face, he no doubt expected for them to talk about him like he wasn't in the room and to decide his fate for him.

"Didja think you were the only brooding ba' boy in the city?" Flynn answered in his thick Scottish accent. "Dillon 'ere was just as you are now. He wasn't in Corinth 5 minutes before being arrested and our friend Ziggy was runnin' from Fresno Bob too, he even had a price on his head. Don't ya be worrying now, Lad. You're among friends, 'ere."

"But I'm also Mackenzie's father. I'm willing to give you a chance to prove yourself good enough to date her, but don't be expecting to be staying in the same house as her."

Chase nodded as Dillon examined his ankle.

"I'm okay with that, I'll agree to what ever you demand. She's worth it."

Dillon refused to answer that. The boy was well hooked on his daughter. Figures.

Yeah, and all it took was a glance from Summer to hook your heart too." His conscience reminded him.

Shut up. He answered himself.

"Huh?" came a voice from above him.

Dillon looked up sharply. Crap! He'd spoken that out loud.

"Sorry, I wasn't saying that to you."

"Dillon does that sometimes." Summer said as she entered the room. "It's a quirk I've come to love after all these years."

Now that Chase's ankle was set, Dillon looked up at this wife, a smile playing on his lips.

"Just like the Lansdown women can't resist the brooding bad boys?" Dillon answered in a teasing tone.

Summer only grinned before kissing his cheek. "So, you gonna give me a status of what's going on here?"

As Dillon relayed the details to his wife, Chase was unashamedly admiring the brown haired beauty that had come into the room. She hadn't approached him yet, but her eyes were locked on him, and there was a smile on her pretty pink lips.

"... in the spare bedroom at the house." Flynn was saying." If he's with us, you know those fancy pants boys won't cross our doorstep."

"What do you think Chase, is that agreeable to you?"

The boy snapped out of his thoughts." Yes, thanks for helping me out."

Dillon rolled his eyes but the smile didn't leave his face...he'd seen the way his baby girl's eyes sparkled when she saw that Chase was in the room.

He could have suggested that the boy spend the night on the floor of a bomb shelter the night before the mine field would be tested out and he'd still have said yes.

He didn't like it, but he knew then that the boy would be around for many years to come.

"Well, damn."

So, thoughts? How many of you would like to see an epilogue. I meant this to be a two chapter fic, but if i get enough of a response, I'll give you some Mackenzie/Chase action.