Disclaimer: Wow, I don't own Shake it Up, big surprise.

A/N: So… The next two chapters are going to be a little different. While past chaptes have been alternating between Cece and Rocky, this will be a Flynn-centric chapter, and the next, a Ty-centric chapter. More sibling-love, I guess.

Sorry it's short!

Flynn stared guiltily at his sister, who was sitting on the couch, her head buried in her hands.

"Cece," he said tentatively, "I'm sorry for ruining your date."

"It's all right, Flynn," she sighed.

"No, it's not. I interrupted you, made you leave the theater, and then brought up…"

"No, really, it's okay." She lied. Oh yes, he could tell she was lying, just so he wouldn't feel bad.

They sat together in silence, until Flynn broke the ice, "Cece?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For everything. Back when dad… You know. And you took the knife for me. Everyone is always talking about how selfish you are, but I don't know anyone else who would've done that for me."

"No problem. And I am selfish. I did it for me, because I wouldn't have been able to live with myself is I let him hurt you." She joked.

Flynn smiled, yes, Cece was definitely back. The whole super-serious, self-sacrificing Cece just wasn't the same. He had missed his playful, selfish older sister. You know your life is messed up when you prefer your sister when she's selfish and ditzy.

"So…" Flynn said slowly, before bursting out, "Why did you go out with Ty, of all people."

Cece burst out laughing, before replying, "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Fine. I've been spending a lot of time with him recently, and yeah, I like him, though it's wrong on so many levels."

"Why?"

"Because he's Rocky's brother."

"Haha, your best friend's brother? Isn't that a song?"

"Haha, yeah, it is!"

"So what's up with Rocky." he asked, curious as to what she thought of this.

"I don't know." She whispered, burying her face in her hands, and Flynn was shocked to see mascara-tainted tears running down her face.

"Cece? What's wrong? I didn't mean to-"

"I'm sorry, Flynn. I'm just really worried about her." She whispered, rubbing the tears off of her face.

"Why?"

"Because-" Cece was interrupted by knocking on the door. Cece opened the door, and a crying Rocky fell into her arms, Ty walking in behind her.

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Three-year-old Flynn woke up on the couch. He looked around, and saw his mother sitting on the recliner, cradling her head in her hands.

"Where's Cece?" Flynn asked softly.

"She. Come on, we're going to visit her." She pulled him into the car.

After ten minutes in the car, he worked up the courage to aske"What's wrong with her? Where is she?"

"She's at the hospital."

"Why?" How could Cece, his sister, be in the hospital. She couldn't be hurt, could she?

"She- Don't you remember?"

"Remember what? And where's daddy?"

His mother stared at him, gaping, as they pulled up to the ER. She pulled him out of the car, and walked him into the hospital.

He let out a gasp. There, unconscious on a hospital lay his sister. How could this have happened to Cece? His mother pulled aside a doctor, and urgently whispered , "My son, Flynn, doesn't remember any of it."

"Well," the doctor announced quite loudly, "He probably is suffering from selective amnesia. His young, malleable mind probably could not handle the stress of all that's gone on. He'll remember eventually."

"Remember what?" Flynn cut in.

His mother would never have guessed that it would take 7 years for him to remember.

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