A\N: Sorry this chapter took so long for me to post. I've been super busy with school assignments and studying for exams. I hope you like it though and remember to review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV or ION

Spoilers: "Lawmen, and "Fit for Duty"

Warnings: None

Friendships and Bonds

"Hey," Clark knocked on Dean's hospital room door his backpack on his back and his cello case across his back.

"Hey man," Dean smiled as he gingerly sat up, "What'd you do now?" He inquired.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Clark plopped himself down in the chair beside Dean's bed.

"Where's your car?" Dean clarified.

"Mom's using it, Izzy had this play date thing and Dad had another thing. So I bussed it here. I'm getting picked up later though."

"Ah, what about Amelia she here?"

"Yeah," Clark sighed, "She's with Sandy."

Dean let out a sigh, he had not seen Sandy yet. "How's she doing?"

Clark saged his shoulders, "I try to ask Amy but she won't tell me."

"Amy?" A smile broke out on Dean's face, "What aren't you telling me about Amelia and you?"

"Nothing," Clark answered simply. "That's just what I call her."

"Hey boys," Ed suddenly appeared at the door.

"Hi Dad."

"Hi Mr. Lane."

"Clark your mother's stuck in traffic so you're visit is going to have to be cut short today. We have to get home, you and Amelia can pack all the baby clothes and I'll start dinner."

"Mom invited Sam and Jules over for dinner," Clark filled Dean in, "They're having a girl so they're also going to take all of Izzy's old baby clothes."

"Ah," Dean nodded his head.

"Dad, can't we just take a bus home?" Clark asked.

"No," Ed shook his head, "I want to talk to you for a few minutes, outside," Ed told his son.

Clark sighed, "Okay, see you later man," He turned to Dean and said.

"I called your instructor, you've been missing cello practice again," Ed informed him as he led him into an empty waiting room. "You're not practicing the piano either."

"So?" Clark looked at the floor avoiding his father's eyes.

"So I noticed you're really tired lately and you're acting a little off. Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Clark, I know you're hurting, and I want to help."

"Dean says his father always tell you not to say 'I'm fine' because it means you're not," Clark whispered.

"Dean's right."

"I just…the thought of Dean dying…." Clark suddenly began sobbing, "I keep having nightmares about Dean dying…but sometimes it's you or Mom or Izzy or Sargent Parker. I don't know how to make them stop.

"Does your mother know?"

Clark shook his head.

"I think you should, she's worried about you too."

"Okay," Clark nodded his head.

"Come on let's go and get Amelia then we can head home," Ed stood up.

"Hey," Amelia slid beside Clark on the piano bench later that night, "Mind if I listen?"

"I'm practicing," Clark didn't look up.

"I can see that," Amelia responded, "You know if you have a problem with me I'd like to know about it."

Clark stopped playing and turned to face Amelia. Her face was red with anger and frustration.

"No problem," Clark responded.

Amelia said, "You avoid me and at school you don't even talk to me. You treat me like I'm….well like you don't really like me." Amelia spoke honestly.

"It's not that," Clark reassured her, "It's just….well…"

"What?" Amelia wanted to know.

"I don't know a lot okay?" Clark stood up and left the room.

"Like what?" Amelia followed him as he walked down the stairs towards the basement, "Something to do with me?"

"Why are you following me?" Clark turned around at the bottom of the stairs.

"I don't know," Amelia shrugged her shoulders, "I just… I don't know I guess I feel safe around you.

Clark gulped, as he blushed, just a little bit.

"You know Danny got suspended and the court made him go to rehab. He's really mad at me. I don't know if I did the right thing.

"You did," Clark reassured her as he walked into the weight room.

"Oh did I tell you next week when Sandy goes home I'm going to go and stay with her. She has two beds in her room and I've stayed there before. It'll just be easier for everyone."

"Oh," Clark sat on a bench and lifted weights.

"Yeah," Amelia watched as he lifted weights. She could barely think as she watched the sweat roll down his skin.

After a few minutes Clark stopped what he was doing and sat up, "You know it's kind of creepy watching somebody work out."

"Sorry," Amelia's face turned bright red.

"You didn't let me finish," Clark sat down beside her, "I think it's kind of creepy when normal people do it but I think it's cute when you do it."

If possible Amelia's face became a brighter shade of red, "You do?"

Clark nodded his head, "Yeah, and you know I'll kind of miss you around here when you leave."

"I can always come and visit," She smiled.

"Yeah and bring some of those short pajama shorts and tank tops you wear," Clark cheekily grinned as he stood up.

"Clark!" Amelia punched his shoulder as she chased him out of the room, "Clark I'm going to kill you!" She jumped over the couch and tackled him. "I can't believe you'd say something like that!" She swatted his chest as she sat on top of him.

"You can't blame me," Clark tried to grab her moving hands, "It's not my fault you're hot."

"Clark!" Amelia's swats turned into punches.

"Since when is that a bad thing?" Clark asked a serious question.

Amelia climbed off of him and sat in the chair opposite the couch, "Since the only reason you like me is because you like what I wear,"

Clark was confused he thought woman liked being told they looked hot. Lilly did and he thought Amelia would as well.

"I want you to like me because of who I am. Not because I have a good body." Amelia explained.

"So you want me to say I like you're personality?"

"No, I want you to like me because I'm funny, or sweet, smart, caring. Relationships aren't based solely on looks Clark."

"Yeah well I've got news for you, that's what most guys like."

"Then most guys are shallow pigs," Amelia concluded.

"That's your opinion. I don't think all guys are like that. Everyone is different. Like you, you're totally different then my ex-girlfriend."

"Lilly right?"

"Yeah how did you know that?"

"Lets just say I'm not very well liked by the popular crowd."

"Yeah well that makes two of us. I don't like her new boyfriend."

"Yeah well he's…" Amelia thought about her words carefully, "He's…. well he's not like you."

"Thanks."

"No, no I mean he skips classes and when he does show up he's always late. The way he talks about woman it makes me sick. He's in my Biology class and it takes everything in me not to shoot him."

Clark laughed, "When you put it like that I guess we are different."

"Yes you are, I mean you're in the school band, you take cello and piano lessons. You just passed Grade Seven Piano with flying colours. You're a straight-A student and you're a nice guy and you're adorable when you play with Izzy."

"Thanks," Clark blushed, "You know I don't bite though, how about you come back here and we can talk or find something to watch on TV."

"Sure," Amelia joined him on the couch, "How's Dean doing?" She suddenly remembered to ask.

"He's good, his mom and step-dad want him to go back to Dallas with them before Christmas. He keeps saying he doesn't want to but I don't know I'm afraid he might."

"I'm sure he won't I mean he really likes it here. But if he does he'll visit for sure."

"Yeah maybe," Clark turned on the TV, "You know you're really smart to and Izzy loves you. She drew a picture of our family today and apparently you're in it and she clams you're her older sister."

"Aw, that's so cute!"

"Yeah, It's hanging on the fridge, I'm sure Izzy will tell you about it tomorrow if you ask her."

"Yeah I will."

"She'll really miss you when you leave,"

"Like I said before, I can visit."

"Yeah, you can," Clark nervously moved closer to her. "I think I'd like that."

"Me too," Amelia turned to face him.

"Good," Clark slowly leaned forward to kiss her.

"Clark! Amelia!" Sophie walked down the stairs.

"Mom!" Clark, in embarrassment and shock fell off the couch,
"what are you doing?"

"I was just going to come and tell you guys Sam and Jules are here. You know you are not allowed to keep the door open when you're down here with girls. You have to keep it open. That's been the rule since you were ten."

"Mom!" Clark groaned.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Lane, I closed the door, I came in after Clark. I wasn't thinking. I'll just go upstairs I guess."

"Something you want to tell me?" Sophie asked her son after Amelia had left the basement.

"No," Clark grumbled miserably.

"I'm sorry Clark but rules are rules."

"It wasn't like that Mom!"

"Uh-huh, it didn't look like nothing."

"Mom!" Clark pulled his hair, "I didn't even- I mean-can I go upstairs.

"Go ahead,"

"Thank you," Clark rushed passed her.

Sandy stood at Dean's hospital room door; it had been four weeks since she had seen him. Four weeks of therapy and visits from her family, Amelia and Jules. Four weeks of nightmares and four weeks of wondering how he was doing. She had been released from the hospital a week before but wouldn't see him, couldn't see him.

"You alright Sandy?" Greg appeared at the door.

"Uh, yeah, fine," Sandy lied. "I can come back later if you want to see him."

"No, he'd love to see you. He really misses you."

"Oh-"

"Come on," Greg encouraged as he opened the hospital room door. "Dean there's someone here who wants to visit you," Greg explained to his son as a very nervous Sandy followed him into the room.

Dean smiled brightly, "Hey, how're you feeling?"

"I'm good," Sandy rubbed her hands nervously together, "I'm sorry I didn't come see you before."

Dean wanted to tell her that it had hurt him that she hadn't come but he knew better. He also knew that she was having a hard time dealing with everything that had happened and Jules had told him to be patient wit her.

"That's okay," Dean followed Jules' advise, "I'm glad you came though."

"Yeah," Sandy played with her hair as she backed slowly away. She couldn't stand being any closer to him, at least not now. "You know….I think maybe this was a bad idea." She ran out of the room in tears.

Dean looked immediately to his father for answers, "Dad what's really going on with her? Does she have PTSD? Is she going to get better? Does she look at me and see-"?

"I don't know son," Greg closed the door, "Chief Reynolds won't tell me everything. I just know she's having a hard time and that her therapy sessions aren't helping.

"Then why did she get sent home?"

Greg sighed, "Because she doesn't have any physical injuries like you do. The doctor's decided she wasn't a danger to herself or anyone else so they released her and made her an outpatient that see's a doctor three times a week."

"So she's here a lot?"

"Yeah, yeah son she is,"

"Do her parents take her? Or does she drive from school."

"She actually hasn't bee back to school yet."

"Why?" Dean wondered, "Is she afraid?"

"I don't know," Greg, answered again, "Chief Reynolds, he's a very private person he doesn't share much about his family to anyone."

"Well she can help me with my homework. I mean if Clark and Amy drop me off anymore work I think I might scream."

"Speaking of Amelia, her and Clark seem to be really close."

"Yeah they are," Dean nodded his head.

"So do they come and visit you together?" Greg wondered.

"Yeah they do. Amy's actually staying with Sandy but Clark drives her to school and drives her home after school. Plus they've spent a lot of time together on the weekends.

"Yeah Ed told me they baby-sat Izzy on Saturday."

"Yeah they did. Clark says Amelia's great with her."

"So is Clark."

"Yeah but she really gets her, Izzy liked to Amelia the first moment she saw her.

"Ed tells me Clark and Amelia make an interesting couple, what do you think?"

"I think you should stop asking me if they've kissed or not. I may know but I don't want to tell."

"Fair enough," Greg chuckled, "I didn't think you'd tell. Ed just wanted me to try. He and Soph are concerned they're taking the relationship a bit to fast."

"It shouldn't matter as long as they're both happy right?"

"It's not as easy as that Dean, you know that."

"Yeah and I also know his parent's are over-reacting."

It had been a month since Dean and Sandy had been kidnapped and the cold weather was now coming to Toronto. Dean was still in the hospital recovering from his severe wounds but he was now mobile and could be transferred to another hospital.

"Hey Dean," Joanne entered her son's hospital in early afternoon followed by her husband.

"Hi Mom hi Mark," Dean greeted.

"How're you feeling buddy?" Mark asked.

"Okay," Dean answered.

"So Dean," Joanne wanted to get right to the point "Have you been thinking about our offer?"

"Mom-"

"Dean, I know you like it here. But just as you love Toronto I love Dallas. We came as soon as your father told us you were kidnapped but Dean now you need to come home with us, so we can be a family. I really don't think it's safe for you here anymore.

"Mom I-"

"No," Joanne shook her head, "I took you away from here seven years ago because it was for your own good and now I'm telling you that you need to think of the same thing. Ask yourself if your father will really take care of you after you're out of the hospital? Or will be absorb himself in his job like he always does?"

"Mom, Dad loves me and I have friends here and-and Sandy. I'm happy here and I like it here. Why can't you accept that?"

"Because we only want what is best for you Dean, you know that."

"But you don't," Dean insisted, "You don't because this is what is best for me."

"Dean," Joanne sighed, "You like negotiating so I'll make you a deal. You come back with us and on November 1st if you still want to come back then I'll pay for your plane ticket myself."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

"Because as much as I hate your father's job I'm pretty sure trust is one of the key elements of negotiating."

"Yeah it is," Dean said, "But this-this means I'll have to say goodbye to Dad, Clark, Sandy to all my friends I don't know if I can do that."

"You did it once, why can't you do it again?"

"Because this is different. I mean I loved Dallas but when I came back here something changed, Mom I know you love me and I know you care but I have to stay here, I'm sorry."

"Dean-" Joanne gave a heavy sigh as somebody knocked on the door.

"Dean," Sandy's quiet face said.

"That's Sandy!" Dean's face brightened, "Can she come in?"

"Sure," Joanne nodded; she had yet to meet the girl her son was crazy about.

"You can come in Sandy,"

Sandy carefully opened the door, "Your Dad said-" She froze when she saw Joanne and Mark. "Dean you didn't tell me-"

"No it's alright Sandy," Dean reassured her, "This is my mom and step-dad."

"It's nice to meet you," Sandy offered a light smile.

"It's very nice to meet you as well. Dean's told me so much about you. he's really going to miss you when he goes back to Dallas next week."

Sandy turned to Dean her eyes glistened with tears, "Is that what you wanted to tell me?"

"No-no," Dean tried to tell her, "It's not I-" but Sandy was already out of the door.

"Mom!" Dean fumed with anger, he had never been so furious with anyone before.

"How could you do that?"

"Dean, I know you can see it right now but I really do want what is best for you."

"I'm not leaving!"

"Dean your father doesn't really care, I wish you'd see that."

"GO AWAY!" Dean's voice boomed with anger, "I never want to see either of you again!"

"Dean-"

"I will tell security to not let you in."

"Joanne," Greg entered the room, "A word please,"

"Fine," Joanne huffed as she followed her ex-husband out of the room.

"If there is one thing we can agree on it's that we both want what's best for Dean," Greg began, "And I know and I understand you want to take him back to Dallas but he wants to stay here."

"That's easy for you to say he want's to stay here, heaven knows why."

Greg look a deep breath, "Dean and I, we talked about him leaving a few nights ago; I told him that if he really wanted to go I'd be okay with it, I'd be upset and I'd miss him but I'd support his decision.'

"I think I know what's best for him. You don't get to do the things you did and then try and run his life."

"I'm not trying to do anything Joanne. I am trying to be civil and get along, for Dean's sake at least but it has to be a two-way street."

"I'm done trusting you Greg; all you've done is disappoint me. I don't want the same thing to happen to Dean.'

"I know what I did was wrong. I'm not denying that, but I've changed, I'm sober and I have my life back on track. Sure I get stressed out but now I talk about it instead of drinking."

"I don't believe that."

"Well then that's your loss. But Dean is old enough to decide who he want's to live with, you can't make that decision for him anymore.

"Legally he's not."

"Yes, legally he's not but I thought our lawyers figured that all out before he came. He wanted to live with me and we went through the right channels in order for him to do so."

"Yes, but because he was kidnapped I could bring him back to Dallas because he's in danger here."

"Joanne;" Greg laced his fingers behind his neck, "When you took Dean and left I was in a very bad time in my life. You guys' leaving was the wake-up call I needed though, I went to rehab and I went through the meetings, I changed my life around. I always wondered though how both of you were doing. When Dean told me he was willing to give me another chance that meant the world to me. I know you're going to miss him but I'll have him call and check-in just the same as he was before. And if you really want I'll fly him to Dallas on Christmas."

"I know he loves it here Greg and I do want him to come back to Dallas…" Joanne spoke slowly so she could process what she was thinking and speaking, "Whenever he called to talk he wouldn't stop talking about what kind of trouble he and Clark got into and how much fun they have together. I may not be fully ready to trust you yet, I may not be able to trust you again but I trust my son and I trust him enough to stay here with you if that's what he really wants."

"Thank you Joanne, I know this must not be easy for you."

"No it's not, I think I'll go tell Dean. Then Mark and I will go to the airport and book a flight back to Dallas."

"You don't have to go, I'm sure Dean would like it if you stayed a little longer."

"I have a job and a life to get back to in Dallas. Have him call me if he get's a chance though."

"I will," Greg promised as he watched his ex-wife walk back to their son's hospital room.

TBC

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