A\N: Sorry it took me so long to update the story. I got a little case of writers block, and I had assignments die for school and then I had to study.

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV or ION (If I did we'd be getting more episodes! and I'd be Dean's girlfriend)

Spoilers: "Keep the Peace Part Two"

Warnings: None

Chapter Ten

Dean rubbed his injured shoulder. Having just gotten back from his daily physical therapy. Today he was in major pain. He knew the point of therapy was to get his shoulder better but he didn't like how much it hurt especially since the pain had been getting worse and not better.

"You alright man?" Clark asked as he walked into the room.

"Yeah I'm fine," Dean, responded as he twisted his face, "It's ten o'clock in the morning on Saturday. Why aren't you still sleeping?"

Jules went into labour last night and Mom and Dad went to the hospital to wait. The baby was born a few hours ago and Izzy wanted to see her. I dropped her off with Mom and Dad and came here," Clark rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"What's the babies name?" Dean asked.

"Don't know, didn't ask," Clark shrugged, "I'm not up yet, I haven't been sleeping very well."

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, Yeah….just…." Clark remembered how his parents had told him to talk to Dean about what happened, they said it would help; Clark however was not overly thrilled about sharing his feelings with his best friend.

"Just what?" Dean pressed. "You can tell me."

"Nah, it's nothing. I'm just still half asleep if it wasn't for Izzy jumping on me at six o'clock this morning I'd still be sleeping."

"Clark," Dean stared at him, the same why Greg stared at Ed.

"Okay-okay it's just some nightmare alright, nothing big."

"Have you told your parents?"

"Yeah, yeah they know. Look it's nothing big just…"

"You know," Dean gulped, "I keep having nightmares too. I hear Sandy screaming and then I wake up with cold sweats and I can't get back to sleep. My Dad's stayed up with me some nights just so I'd feel safe," He shyly admitted.

Clark didn't know what to say, didn't know how to comfort Dean. He figured though if Dean had shared with him he should do the same thing. "I have nightmares where you die and I have to watch your father cry. Sometimes it seems so real, like I can't wake up. So some nights I just force myself to stay awake so I don't have to experience it."

"You know they found me in time, and it wasn't your fault," Dean reminded him.

"I didn't do anything, I should have ran after them and-"

"And what gotten yourself kidnapped too? If you hadn't recorded their voices we might not have been found in time."

"Yeah I guess you're right," Clark rubbed the palms of his hands on his jeans, "So when do you think you'll be outta here?"

"The doctor's are hopping before Christmas time but they don't know yet."

"That's only a week away, Friday's the last day of school. Not really doin' much this week cep' ISU hand-ins."

"Yeah," Dean motioned towards his lap top currently charging in the corner of the room, "Dad's keeping me on top of things."

"No really? You know I haven't had to hand in anything," Clark rolled his eyes as he took out his buzzing phone from his pocket.

"Yeah I know, and who knows I might too," Clark took his buzzing phone out of his pocket. "Sadie," Clark said only to have Dean give him a confused look, "That's Jules' and Sam's daughters name," Clark showed him the picture Spike had just sent him.

"Is that Sam's sister holding Sadie?" Dean asked as he looked at the picture

"Yeah, Natalie I think," Clark shrugged his shoulders.

"She's hot," Dean observed.

"Yeah, she is," Clark, agreed, "I'm not sure what happened but Spike used to date her."

"You ladies finished?" Ed smirked from where he stood just outside the open doorway.

"Dad-" Clark's head spun around, "You're not going to-"

"Tell Spike you were gossiping about his personal life? No, I don't think he needs anything else to worry about but I don't want you boys talking about things like that got it?"

"But Dad don't you, I mean aren't you always making bets with the Team and weren't you worried about Sam and Jules relationship when they were sneaking around."

"Okay, you're right we do make friendly bets that everyone agrees on. As for the Sam and Jules thing it is my business when it concerns my team."

"Right," Clark could sense his father getting angry and fast, "So how many people are all crowding the baby?" Clark remembered what it was like when Izzy was born.

"A lot, she started getting fussy so Sam kicked everyone out expect Natalie and his parents."

"What about Jules' family?"

"They're flying in over Christmas," Ed eyed his son, "And since when have you been so nosy?"

"Since he started dating Amy," Dean responded.

"Shut up man," Clark glared as he tried not to blush.

"Dating? I wasn't aware of this," Ed crossed his arms over his chest.

"Uh…"

"Busted," Dean shook his head, "I told ya it wouldn't last long."

"Yeah cause you told him!"

'Hey, hey Clark, I'm over here," Ed drew his son's attention back to him, "How long have you and Amy bee dating?"

"Officially since Wednesday are we were going to tell everyone but…"

"But what?"

"I don't know I was the one who didn't want to tell you and Mom."

"Look Clark, I respect the fact that you want privacy but something like that, it's important, and your mother and I need to know. Understand?"

"Yeah," Clark sighed, "So I guess this means she can't help me babysit Izzy tomorrow?"

"I never said that," Ed walked back towards the door, "I'll talk to your mother and we'll see alright?"

"Okay."

As Dean continued his painful physical workout he became sorer passing day.

"Hi Dean," Sandy stopped outside his hospital room door dressed in black leggings and a jacket.

"Hi," Dean smiled, "How was school?" He made small talk knowing that Sandy had not spoken to him for weeks, not since his mother had told her he was moving back to Dallas.

"It was alright," She ran her feet on the floor, looking up, but still not meeting Dean's eyes she then said, "Did Clark tell you I transferred to Ridgeway?"

"Yeah, he did. How do you like it?"

"It's alright, I don't know many people yet but it's okay."

"Good, where's your locker?"

"Upstairs, I forget what number."

"That's okay."

"So….your Mom made a mistake huh? You're staying here?"

"Yeah," Dean nodded. "She was well…..she's just used to me being around.'

"No, I understand," Sandy again looked at the floor, "I just didn't want you to leave."

"And I didn't want to leave."

"Yeah," Sandy rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"Sandy," Concern edged deep in Dean's voice, "Please tell me what's wrong. I'm really worried about you.

"It's nothing," Sandy whispered, "Just nightmares."

"You know, I have nightmares too," Dean admitted, "I wake up in tears sometimes because I can hear you crying and there's nothing I can do about it. Some nights I just have nightmare after nightmare, all about the people I care about getting hurt. My Dad says its normal to experience nightmares after going through what we did, but he can't tell me when their going to stop."

Tears rolled down Sandy's cheeks, "I keep experiencing it over and over again," She cried, "And it feels so real and I wake up and I'm shaking and crying and I wake up Amy and…."

"I'm sure all she wants to do is help."

"I just want them to go away! They won't go away!" Sandy broke down into sobs.

Dean's heart broke for her, he hated seeing her like this and he would do anything to make her nightmares stop. He just didn't know how. "You know I remember Clark's Mom always said that in your dreams you can do whatever you want. So maybe if you think of something happy your nightmare might change into a dream."

"Maybe," Sandy walked over to him and pressed a kiss on his lips. "So you spent a lot of time at Clark's house when you were little huh?"

"Yeah, I did," Dean nodded his head, "When I was younger my Dad was a different person. He was a heavy drinker, after school and on most weekends I stayed at Clark's house."

"When did you move away?"

"In the middle of the night, on the first day of summer vacation when I was ten."

"So you never got to say good-bye,"

"I woke up on an airplane. My mom told me Dad tried to kill us so we had to leave. I believed her at the time and I hated him until a few years ago. We were in Toronto visiting family and I stuck off to the station I heard what my Dad did on a call and I knew he had changed."

"When did you see Clark?"

"On my second visit, Wordy had barbeque and I saw Clark. It felt like nothing had changed between us like we had grown up together and hadn't been apart for years. I loved it."

"You guys are quite the pair,"

"That's what our Dad's say."

"So….how long do you have to stay here for?"

"Another few weeks at least."

"So are you going to be here on Christmas?"

"Hopefully not."

"Amy," Clark eyed his girlfriend suspiciously as he walked into the living room after putting Izzy down for her nap. It was a few weeks before Christmas and his father was at work and his mother was Christmas shopping.

"Nothing," Amy grinned as she flipped through an old photo album.

"Where did you find those?"

"Your mother told me I could look through them," Amy smiled, "You were really cute when you were little."

Clark blushed, "Can you please put those away?"

"No way. I want to look at them. Besides you don't want me to look at them."

"Wait," Amy stopped on one page of the pictures, "How come Dean isn't at your 12th birthday party."

"Dean was in the States, he moved when we were ten."

"I didn't know that. Why did he move?"

"I think," Clark took the photo album out of her hands, "If Dean wants to tell you then he can."

"Okay, fair enough. Now can you give me back the photo album."

"Nope!" Clark held it high above her reach.

"Clark!" Amy whined, "Give it back!"

"You have to get it first!" Clark jumped up onto the couch.

"Clark, do you really want to wake up your sister?" Amy crossed her arms, "Because if we play this little game of yours that's what's going to happen."

"Fine," Clark handed her back the photo album, "You're no fun."

"No, I'm being responsible," Amy, told him.

"Whatever," Clark grumbled as he switched on the TV.

"Clark," Amy slid up onto the couch beside her boyfriend, "I didn't mean that you're not responsible I just…"

"Amy I understand!" Clark huffed.

"Okay Clark," Amy sighed, "What's wrong? I didn't think you'd be this upset at me looking at pictures of you when you were younger."

"It's not that. It's-"

"It's Dean," Amy finished, "You know I'm not going to force you to tell me."

"I don't think I should, but its not that either," Clark, like his father had a hard time sorting out his feelings and talking about them.

"Then what is it?" Amy asked patiently.

"It's…I've been having nightmares and I'm not getting much sleep."

"Is that why you've been falling asleep in class?"

"Yeah."

"Well, why don't you go have a nap now. Your parents won't be home for a few hours and if Izzy wakes up I can look after her."

"No, I'm alright."

"Clark your eyes are closing, go get some sleep, I'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," Amy, promised.

"Okay," Clark kissed her on the lips as he stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Amy just smiled as she went back to looking through the photo album.

An hour later Amy heard Izzy through the baby monitor and went upstairs to check on her.

"Hey sweetie," Amy cooed as she lifted Izzy out of her crib, "Did you have a good sleep?"

Izzy nodded her head, "Hungre," She clutched her favourite doll tightly in her hands.

"We can go fix you a healthy snack. I think Mommy got some fruit at the grocery store. How about some cut up bananas?" She carried Izzy out of her room.

"Arkey!" Izzy ratted out Clark, who had been standing outside her door listening in the entire time.

"Was Clark spying on us?" Amy shook her head playfully, "Wasn't that silly of him?"

"Spilly Ark," Izzy sung as she held her arms out to him.

"Oh you make fun of me and you think I'll play with you?" Clark mock pouted before he took Izzy into his arms, "Lets go get you something to eat," He carried her down the stairs as the phone rang. Handing Izzy to Amy Clark hurried down the rest of the stairs and answered on the last ring.

"Come on Izzy, Izzy lets get you something to eat," Amy tickled Izzy as she carried her into the kitchen and placed her in her high chair.

"Hey Clark, everything okay?" Amy asked as he walked back into the kitchen his demeanor a little shaken.

"Yeah," He shrugged off the question, "That was just my father."

"What did he say?"

"He….uh…. nothing important," Clark sat in the chair beside Izzy's high chair and watched her eat.

"So, where's your fan club?" Dean's surgeon walked into his hospital room on December 23rd.

Dean laughed, "My Dad and Mariana are here, they just went to grab some dinner."

"Perfect, I want to talk to your father."

"You know I'm almost eighteen you could tell me, save you some time."

"Nice try, but I'm not falling for it. You're still a minor."

"Dr. Anderson," Greg and Marina walked back into the hospital room carrying food from the cafeteria, "How's my boy doing?"

"That's just what I wanted to talk to you about."

"I'll just wait outside," Marianna said.

"No, I want to talk to Mr. Parker outside, if that's okay."

"What!" Dean exclaimed. "I can't even hear whatever the hell it is!"

"Dean watch your language," Greg scolded his son.

Dean sulked, which for him was rare. "I can't wait until I'm eighteen."

"Yes you can," Greg followed Dr. Anderson out of the hospital room.

"What's wrong Dr. Anderson?" Greg asked concern all over his face, "Why did you need to schedule him in for an emergency MRI?

"There's a small bullet fragment wedged in his shoulder bone," Dr. Anderson led Greg into an x-ray viewing room and showed him the x-ray, "he can live with it though, it's not life threating now however we can't be sure how it'll impact him in the future."

"I think Dean should have a say in this,"

"That's okay, but I needed to tell you first."

"No, I understand," Greg walked back towards Dean's hospital room, "Hey buddy, there's something important we need to talk to you about."

Dean nodded his head, "Okay," He looked at his father, "What is it?"

After Greg and Dr. Anderson finished explaining the situation to Dean Greg told him that he would support whatever Dean chose to do because he felt he was old enough to make this decision.

"So how risky is the surgery?" Dean checked with Dr. Anderson again.

"The surgery is not risky. You'd be in a sling for two months and have to do rehabilitation but it would not delay you going home next week."

"What would happen if I didn't get the surgery, would I ever need it?"

"That we're not one hundred percent sure of. It could be fine or it could get infected we just don't know."

"Would it affect me getting into the police academy?"

"That I'm not sure of, I'll tell you what though I'll let you talk the decision over with your father and I'll come by tomorrow morning." He walked out of the room.

"What would you do Dad?" Dean's eyes immediately turned to those of his fathers.

Greg sighed, he knew whatever he told his son he'd do. He wanted to please him, sometimes a little too much.

"Come on Dad, you know this stuff better then I do? When Jules got shot did they have to take her into surgery more then once."

"Yeah they did, but that was different….they had to stop bleeding." Greg didn't like to think about the memory of his colleague and friend getting shot at. "The situation is different."

"But she came back and she just had a baby so she's fine," Dean concluded, "So it must be okay."

"Dean, you can't base your situation on Jules' situation, they're different. You need to do what's best for you."

"If I don't get the surgery will I be able to become a police officer?" He asked again.

Greg knew the question would come up and he knew Dean would not like the answer, "Like Dr. Anderson said you could be fine but if it ever gets infected, it could be serious. It's your decision but whatever you decide make sure to call your mother and tell her.

"But Dad-"

"No Dean, this is a really important decision, call your mother see what she says."

"Dad, I don't want to."

"Too bad," Greg handed his son his cell phone, "You're calling her."

Dean took a deep breath, "Fine," He accepted the phone and listened as his mother answered.

"Hey Mom," Dean awkwardly spoke.

"Hi Dean, I was wondering when you'd call. Did your father book your flight yet? Or did he forget?"

"Mom," Dean took a deep breath, "Dad didn't book it because I'm still in hospital, I'm taking longer to recover then they thought. There's a small bullet lodged in my shoulder blade. The doctor's said they could remove it but they don't have to. Dad said he'd let me decide but he wanted me to call you."

"Give the phone to your father Dean," Joanne ordered.

"She wants to talk to you," Dean handed Greg's phone back to him and watched as his father walked out of the room.

"Marina," Dean turned to his father's girlfriend, "What would you do? I mean if you had to decide what should happen."

"You know what I'd do. I'd right out a pro's and con's list for one or both of the options. I can help you write them if you want."

"Sure," Dean smiled as Greg walked back into the hospital room trying to contain the anger he was feeling.

Dean sighed heavily, "Dad, I knew Mom would give you a hard time, that's one of the reason's I didn't want to call her. Please tell me she's not coming down?"

Greg shook his head, "No, no she's not coming. And I'm alright son but your mother deserved to know."

"So what did she say?"

"Nothing you need to know."

"Come on Dad-" Dean stopped mid-sentence as his cell phone rang. "It's Clark, can I answer it?"

"Go ahead."

"Hey man," Dean spoke into the phone, "What's up?"

"She's-she's-she's-gone!"

"Wait, what slow down?" Dean spoke slowly, "Whose gone?"

"Amy! She-Dad told me to warn het but I didn't and now-now he took her and she's gone!"

"Do the police know?" Dean asked an obvious question as he assumed Ed would have known before him.

"She-she-was-here and now she's gone. I should have told her but I couldn't and-" Clark was sobbing.

"Clark, do your parents know?" Dean tried to remain as calm as he could.

"Yeah, when she didn't get home by five o'clock Sandy's parents called, they were worried. She left before my parents got home; she said she wanted to go spend some time alone to think. It's all my fault."

"No it's not Clark," Dean tried to reassure him, "You didn't know what was going to happen to her."

"Her brother-he-he took her and….and….I didn't know…..and…."

As Dean glanced out of his hospital room door he could only assume his father was talking on the phone to Ed.

"What Clark? What didn't you know?"

"One of her brother's friends…she's four months pregnant."

TBC

A\N: Please review and tell me what you think.