Disclaimer: "Rebel" and James Dean aren't mine. No money is being made. I wish there was some money, but it's OK. lol.

A/N: OK, for some reason I've been on a random one-shot kick. Sorry. lol. I really wanted to write some James Dean stuff, but for the most part, I'm coming up with one-shots, which I guess is OK, because it's not really keeping me from my long fics. I just got Giant, so more fics shall come soon!

Thanks to Stargazer for reviewing Torn Apart!

Dedicated to the Memory of James Byron Dean

Stand Up

The night Plato died, Dad promised to stand up with me. And he did. He promised to be strong, and he was.

And the day I married Judy, he was standing up with me again. As my best man. I felt a little bad, 'cause I wanted Plato to be my best man. But I knew he wouldn't mind.

The night Judy had our first baby, Dad stood up with me again. He helped me when I was a nervous wreck. And he was the first to pat me on the back when the doctor came to tell me that I had a son. We named the baby John Franklin Stark. John for Plato, Franklin for Dad.

The day my daughter got married, he stood with me in the bride room right before they seated the grandparents. He patted my shoulder and gave me a big smile, and he said, "I'm always here for you, Jimbo." And it made me really happy, because I knew it was true.

And then, it was my turn. Dad got real old. And he got real sick. And he couldn't stand with me anymore. But I stood with him. Judy and the kids, 4 of them in all, gave up alot of time with me so I could be with Dad and keep an eye on him.

The night I lost Dad, I was standing beside him, holding his hand.

And now I have to stand beside him one last time, as a pallbearer. But I don't mind standing beside him. Because he stood by me.