So I wrote this because I really would like to see more of Pam and (well I haven't figured out her name yet but I'm considering, Anna or Kate?, i[if you have any ideas leave it in a review]). I was hoping to make this a multi-chap and have them with Cam and Mitchell as well as alone, plus I figured I'd include the rest of the family at some point. Please leave a review if you want me to continue.

It was always my fear when we had Conner, I knew how cruel bullies were. So for his sake, we tore ourselves away from him early yesterday, before anyone could pay enough attention to sling the comments around.

God knows the family drawing will bring enough attention.

I am halfway to work when Pam's voice comes from the speaker phone. Unlike the smile her calls usually bring to my face, her distraught tone –the tone reserved for our son and I- causes me to pull the car over in an effort to focus enough to understand what she is saying.

My first thought is that it had happened early. Some innocent child had been the victim of hearing someone's bigoted words and in turn my son was made to suffer.

It isn't until Pam has calmed enough that she tells me of the hair-pulling incident.

As horrible and embarrassing as Conner doing that is, I can't help the little piece of me from being relieved. He has many years ahead of him to deal with the taunts; he deserves to be an innocent for as long as possible in this world.

I tell Pam, I'll meet her in the parking lot of the school, and –after I hear her sigh- turn around.

I smile softly as I watch Pam's pacing form from the entrance of the parking lot. Her shoulders tense, and hand constantly brushing her hair from her eyes. This may not be the easiest life, but with her in it, I don't care.

"Hey, Stranger." I say with a smile, as she opens my door

"Hey." She replies, pulling me out to give me a quick hug, we vowed not to give the few parents left grieving in the parking lot, anything to tell their children.

Pulling away, I brush some hair back behind her ears, "Might as well go in" I say with a half-smile.

"I guess so, God, I feel like I'm back in high school, principals never liked me, you know?" Pam replies with a smirk as she grasps my hand with her own and gives it a slight squeeze, earning her a straggled smile from me.

Her eyes tell me she knows what I was worried about, but I know in the back of her mind the thought has struck at some point in her anger.

We walk –hands brushing- into the school's main office. One step in, and my heart breaks.

"Honey, what's wrong?" I question rushing to my teary eyed son

Too soon to fathom, his little arms are wrapped around my neck where he hides his face. Standing up I cradle him to me, searching out Pam's eyes. The anger I see, makes me pray for the cause of my son's tears.

"What happened?!" I hear her harsh tone question the secretary

I don't hear the reply over my whispered words of comfort to Conner, but Pam's face is enough of an answer for me.

"Hey, Bud." She says to the boy in my arms, "Mom and I have to go talk to some people right now, how about you stay here and color Mom something for her office, and then we'll get going?" She explains, hands shaking in repressed anger.

"Sure, Mommy." He says in a small voice, whipping his eyes, but his grip doesn't release.

"Come on, Con. The guys at the office want to see another Conner Liss original!" I compel

"We can't leave them waiting." Pam plays along with an eye roll; she never did like the guys in my office.

"Okay." He finally relents, easing out of his hold and onto his own feet.

As he walks to the coloring table, Pam and I make our way to the office pointed out by the secretary, my hand on the swell of her back in an effort to comfort her.

All hope I had of being discreet for Conner's sake, and of comforting Pam, is lost with her opening statement.

"Alright, whoever made our son cry has messed with the wrong moms."

Yep, yep, that's my wife for you.

Moving to the side of the room, –with Pam by my side- I'm a little relieved to see a gay couple, well relieved enough to be more upset at the Conner situation.

"I'm so sorry that we had to meet like this. But I'm sure you can understand –as parents- the instinct to protect your child." The man in the suit tries to calm Pam down. Bad move.

"Yeah, it's what's making me want to punch you in the neck right now." Is Pam's ever-so-eloquent response. Hoping to ease her anger a bit, I place my hand on her thigh in comfort.

A move that has a look shot my way. Yep, someone's angry.

The situation is only made worse by Pink Shirt's comment on our son. Yet another bad move.

Thankfully the principal cuts in to calm the situation down.

The anger I had been feeling, accompanied with the dread and nervousness, of the last twenty minutes brought up some word vomit and I couldn't stop myself from the remark about the lumber yard. I'm going to hear about that later.

Unfortunately, Suit-man didn't catch Pam's increase of anger and instead tried to smooth over the situation by finding some common ground. How many bad moves can a person make in five minutes?

The kind question paves the way for Pam's next angry-toned remark. Times like these I feel like I have two children to deal with.

"Okay, you know what? He's trying to be nice and you just called him Sally." I say in a voice remarkable similar to my talking-to-children voice

Just as Suit-man's question paved the way for my anger, my own comment allowed Pink Shirt's.

Finally the principal ends the tedious arguing by calling a play date between the children. Something I can't help but agree to, if not for arguments sake, but to hopefully give Conner an ally throughout schooling.

Unfortunately, the children -otherwise known as my wife and Pink Shirt- continue their arguing and taunting using pointless stereotypes. So what if we have an unfinished canoe in our living room? Conner and Pam are waiting for the big unveiling of their Popsicle stick project.

After who knows how many more insults are hurled and our plans for the next day are set, we make our way back to the office to collect our children, maybe tomorrow will be a better first day.

"Hey, Con. Ready to go?" I ask, as the face of my son comes into view.

"Yeah, I made this for you!" He says, handing me a brightly colored …well blob, but it's way better than anything I can draw.

"Let's go, little man." Pam says as she ruffles his hair, with a tight smile. I knew that comment about the lumber yard had gotten to her.

"What're we gonna do?" He questions on our way out to our side-by-side cars.

"We are going to have a talk about how to treat people." I say, in the same town I had when talking to Pam moments before.

Before he can argue, Pam lifts him up in a hug. Relief is evident in her eyes.

She straps him into the car seat in her car –my car doesn't have one at the moment- before turning to me.

"I'll see you at home, okay?" I say, glancing around before leaning in for a quick kiss.

"Yeah, drive safe." She replies, releasing me from her arms and stepping to the driver's door with a smile.

After a few seconds, we are driving back down the road to our house, Conner occasionally reaching his hand up to wave out the back window.