A\N: Thank you so much to everybody who has been reading and reviewing this story it means so much to me. This is the last chapter, I really hope you like it and think its a nice ending to the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV or ION

Spoilers: None

Warnings: None

Waiting

Clark tapped his foot feverishly and drummed his fingers on his jeans. He had never been so sick in his life.

"Clark," Ed walked into the Police Station briefing room where Clark sat alone, "Clark why didn't you tell Amelia?" He asked as gently as he could.

Clark turned to look at his father tears in his eyes, "I couldn't Dad," He admitted, "I couldn't tell her that her brother had escaped and she might be in danger, I couldn't tell her. It's all my fault!"

"No, no it's not," Ed, told him, "It's not your fault."

"I just couldn't tell her. I couldn't see her get hurt like that. I really, really like her Dad."

"I know son," Ed patted his son's knee as a police officer knocked on the door.

"Sir. I'm sorry to interrupt but I was told you'd want to see this new evidence we got,"

"Thank you," Ed rose, "You stay." He turned to Clark, "Call Dean see how he's doing, or do some homework but stay here."

Clark nodded his head as he watched his father walk out of the room. He couldn't leave he had to know Amy and her baby were both okay.

"Good, you're up," Danny walked into the small room and flicked on the light we were beginning to worry about you."

"Da-a-nny," Amy stuttered her body still waking up, "Where I'm I."

"You're at home," He smiled, "Our new home. Marcus is downstairs, you remember Marcus don't you, he's the father of your baby."

"No, no," Tears poured out of Amy's cheeks, she had tried to hard to forget her forced relationship with her older brothers friend.

"Yes and he's very worried about both of you. He'll be very glad to know you're both all right. You know he didn't like it when you were hanging around with that police officers son.

"Clark, his name is Clark. And I like him."

"He's no good for you! You need to remember that!" Danny slapped her across the face.

"TORONTO PD FREEZE!" Multiple voices yelled throughout the house.

"Hey," Sandy walked into the waiting room where Clark was staring at his Math homework.

Clark looked up, he must have lost track of the time, "Hey Sandy."

"You know she really wanted to tell you but she didn't know what you'd say."

Clark ran his fingers through his hair, "You knew about the baby?"

"Yeah," Sandy nodded her head, "She told me and I helped her tell the police, she's been through a lot. Ever since their parents died her brother hasn't been hanging around with the right crowd.

"I thought she lived with her grandmother for awhile."

"No, that's just what she tells people."

"I just…..I mean she's great with Izzy but…."

"Yeah," Sandy knew what he was thinking, "So have you seen Dean lately?" She asked.

"Yeah, he's doing alright. His Dad's making sure he keeps up with his school work."

"I saw him a few days ago and he was typing on a report for his history class."

"He finished that yesterday." Clark commented as the door opened and Spike walked in.

"Your Dad's wanted me to tell you two they found Amelia and she's been taken to St. Joseph's."

"Thanks Spike." Clark stood up and walked towards the door

"I've been told to take you," Spike placed a hand on Clark's shoulder which prevented him from passing, "And your Dad told you to wait here."

"Fine," Clark liked Spike and knew better the to argue with adults, "I'll see you later Sandy," He waved to his friend.

Two hours later after talking to both of his parents and Chief Reynolds and his wife, who had been assigned Amy's legal guardians Clark stood outside Amy's hospital room. He had been told Amy and her baby were both fine, she was just shaken up and would be kept over night.

"Hey Amy," Clark opened to door only to find his girlfriend crying her knees to her chin.

Clark had never seen her cry before, and he was not as good at getting people to talk as Dean was.

"Sandy told me you loved teddy bears when you were younger. I brought you this," He placed the stuffed teddy bear on her bed.

"Thanks," Amy took hold of it and looked at Clark, "So I guess you're here to break up with me right?"

"What? No! Why would I do that?"

"Because I'm having a baby," Amy sniffled back tears. "And I'm sure you don't want to raise a baby that isn't yours."

"Maybe not," Clark treaded carefully, "But I'm certainly prepared to help, I helped out with Izzy all the time."

"Yeah, you're really great with her."

"She's alright," Clark shrugged his shoulders. "How are you doing?"

"Not so good," Amy began to cry again.

It unsettled Clark's stomach to see her so upset, and it frustrated him that he didn't know what to do to help her.

"You know Sandy told me about how your Mom used to tell you and Dean to change your nightmares to make them happy."

"Yeah," Clark remembered the nights Dean had spent sleeping over at his house.

"Do you think it would work for nightmares I see every time I close my eyes?"

"I don't see why it shouldn't," Clark told her. "Do you maybe want to talk about what happened?"

"No," Amy shook her head, "Can you just stay with me?"

"Yeah," Clark nodded his head as he sat on the edge of her bed.

"Can you sit with me?"

Clark nodded his head and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Thanks," Amy placed her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

Four Weeks Later

"Hey! I have a handicap, you can't do that!" Dean threw a pillow at Clark in protest.

"All fair in love and war."

"We made rules, you can't play with your good hand." Dean reminded him.

"I want the rule ratified."

"You can't do that."

"I think we should ask the judges."

"No you shouldn't," Sandy spoke as she hung upside down on the couch beside Dean.

"Amy what do you think?" Clark turned to his girlfriend and asked.

"No comment," Amy said as she braided Izzy's hair.

"Yeah!" Izzy copied the two older girls.

"Congratulations, you've corrupted my baby sister," Clark teased, "She's never going to trust me again."

"I don't think she ever trusted you before," Amy smiled.

"Mean Arky!" Izzy stuck out her tongue at her brother.

"Hey, Izzy be nice," Sophie walked into the family room, "Clark I hope you didn't teach her that."

"Why would I teach her to hate me?" Clark asked as the doorbell rang, "That better be Sandy's parents," He playfully smirked as he stole Izzy away from Amy and walked towards the front door.

"Hey I wasn't finished yet," Amy laughed chasing after him.

"So," Sandy tumbled back onto the floor and sat cross-ledged facing Dean "Everything all right now?"

"Yeah, I think everything's slowly getting better."

THE END

A\N: Please review! :) Oh and I posted the first chapter of my new Dean\Clark story yesterday it's called "In the Shadows".