Hello 7th Heaven fans! Here is another one-shot for how I think things should have ended. Let's just forget the 11th season ever happened, yeah? *Sigh* so sad they just could not figure out how to end it. They kept trying and it kept getting worse. Oh well, that's what fanfiction's for, right? Right. Anyway, this one involves Simon and Sandy mainly, with a little bit of Martin. I can't not put him in somewhere... R&R? I'd love to hear from you! (Don't own 7th Heaven or recognizable song lyrics)

Sandy's Boys

"Sandy," Simon said, looking into the dark eyes of the woman standing before him. "I can't get you out of my head. You're all I can think about anymore. When I wake up in the morning, all I want to do is hear your voice. When I close my eyes at night, I see your beautiful face in my dreams. I love you, Sandy Jameson."

Feeling a smile stretch over her face, she whispered through the tears that sprang to her eyes, "I love you too, Simon Camden."

Days stretched into months. Sandy could not ever remember being this happy, and neither could Simon. It was as if all their lives they had been searching for their perfect match, somehow missing the person who was standing right in front of them. But now that they'd found each other, there was no way either one of them was letting the other one go.

One night, as Sandy slept peacefully beside Simon, a shrill cry pierced the air. Well, obviously it wasn't that loud, because Simon didn't even stir. But to Sandy's well trained ears, her son's pitiful wail was enough to jolt her from the deepest of sleep. Easing out of bed so as not to wake her boyfriend, Sandy made her way to Aaron's room. Her three year old son was sitting up in bed, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Momma," he sniffed, reaching his arms out to her the minute he laid eyes on her. Sandy's heart broke and she rushed over to the bed, scooping him up in her arms.

Holding him close, she moved over to the rocking chair in the small room and sat down. She positioned him against her chest, gently stroking his hair as she began to sing the song she had sang to him since they day he was born, "Close your eyes, have no fear. The monster's gone, he's on the run, and your mommy's here. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy."

As Aaron's eyes drifted shut, she looked at her baby boy, Aaron Jameson- Brewer. He was such a cute baby, surely he'd grow up to be a handsome man. She knew he'd break the hearts of many girls someday, and probably cause his poor old mother lots of heartache along the way too. But as she thought of all this, she looked at the hair that she still ran her fingers lightly through. Although it had been dark when he was born, it was beginning to lighten as he got older. And his skin was not nearly as tan as hers or Martin's was. Suddenly, the thought that she had once shoved to the farthest corner of her mind resurfaced. Was this Martin Brewer's child? She had once been so sure, but... there had been that one night. But it was just one night. Surely that wouldn't... well, then again, she and Martin had only been together once too. This was Martin Brewer's son, right? Honestly, Sandy wasn't sure anymore. Because the older Aaron got, the less he looked like Martin.

And the more he looked like Simon.

"I'll see you after work, ok?" Simon asked a few days later, grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch.

"Ok," she nodded, absentmindedly washing the breakfast dishes in the sink.

Simon watched her for a minute. Something was wrong. He didn't know how he knew it, but he did. He walked back into the small kitchen area of the apartment they shared, standing behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Are you ok?" he asked.

"Fine," she said quickly. "Aaron didn't sleep well last night. I'm just a little tired." Technically only part of that was a lie. Aaron had slept fine, but she really was tired. Turns out laying awake every night wondering who the father of your child is can be pretty exhausting.

"I'm sorry. I wish I would've heard him. I could've helped you."

"No, you needed to sleep," she sighed.

"How about I stay home today and watch him so you can rest?" he asked as she turned around in his arms.

"Simon, I'm really ok," she insisted with a laugh, hoping he wouldn't be able to tell that it was fake. "Go to work, I'll be fine."

"Ok, but I'm coming home early and I'm gonna make dinner for the three of us," he said decidedly.

"Simon..."

"I won't take no for an answer," he whispered, his lips hovering above hers.

Sandy sighed and wrapped her arms around him. "I love you."

"Love you more," he smiled before kissing her soundly. They broke apart gasping for a breath and Simon leaned his forehead against hers. "I'll see you tonight."

"Ok," she smiled as he kissed her on the cheek and said goodbye to Aaron before heading out the door.

When he had gone she fell onto the couch and groaned. Ever since that horrid little thought had popped back into her head, she couldn't get it to go away. She watched Aaron play on the floor, and knew what she had to do. She picked up the phone and dialed the all too familiar number. "Hello?" a deep voice said on the other end.

"Martin? It's Sandy," she said, taking a shaky breath. "We need to talk."

"What's up? Is Aaron ok?" he asked, and she heard the panic rising in his voice. Considering the circumstances, and rough beginnings, Martin had turned out to be a pretty good dad. He truly loved Aaron, and Sandy knew that he'd do anything for him. Which made this so much harder.

"He's fine," she sighed heavily. "That's not what we need to talk about. Well, I mean, it is, but..."

"Sandy," he said, obviously trying to be patient with her, "what exactly did you call me for?"

"Can you come over this afternoon? It'd just be easier to tell you in person." And less cruel, but she didn't add that.

"Yeah, I'll be over around two. Ok?"

"Thanks, see you then."

"Now will you tell me what all this is about?" Martin asked as he sat down on the couch across from Sandy.

Sandy's heart raced within her chest. She had been thinking all day about how she could ever possibly phrase this to soften the blow, but now, she decided to go with the cold hard truth. And then, of course, back pedal and rattle off explanations like a mad woman. Taking a deep breath, she said, "I want to give Aaron a paternity test."

"What?" Martin shouted as he jumped up off the couch, and Sandy was immediately grateful she had taken Aaron to Lucy and Kevin's for the day. "Why would he need a paternity test?"

"So we know for sure who his father is," she explained, trying to stay calm. One of them had to.

"What does that mean? I'm his father!" he cried, and she could practically see the veins sticking out of his neck. Then, as he watched her look at him with a soft and sympathetic look in her brown eyes, something clicked in his head. His voice dropped a few decibels and he said, "I am his father, aren't I?"

Looking at his heart broken expression, Sandy felt hot tears spring to her eyes. She may not have ever loved him, but she cared for him deeply. "I don't know," she whispered. "I thought you were. I was so sure of it. But Martin, have you looked at Aaron lately? His hair just keeps getting lighter, his skin isn't as dark as yours, and his features... Martin he just doesn't look like you."

"Maybe... maybe he favors you," Martin said, trying to put this all together in his head.

"Maybe," she sighed, but she had seen the realization in his eyes. "Wouldn't it be nice to know for sure though?"

"When you told me you were pregnant," he said, sitting down heavily in a chair, "I asked you if the baby was mine. Repeatedly. And you told me, repeatedly, without a doubt that yes, he was mine. Why are you all of a sudden now not so sure?"

"I wasn't even sure then honestly," she said, shaking her head slightly. "But I was scared. My first thought was that it was you because you were the most recent guy I'd been with. So I went with that because it made sense. But, a few days before we were together, I was with another guy."

"Ok so first you say that Aaron is mine, and I spend three years of my life supporting and loving my son," Martin said, fighting to keep his emotions in check, "so that you can now tell me that he's not my son? That he's some other guy's kid? Who is he anyway? Am I just supposed to hand Aaron over to some total stranger and forget about everything that's happened?"

"No," Sandy cried. "Of course not! You will always be a big part of Aaron's life no matter what. He will want you to be and so will I. You are a great dad, Martin. But if Aaron isn't yours, don't you think his biological father deserves to know he has a child?"

Martin contemplated this for less than a minute. "No," he said fiercely, "I don't. Sandy, I don't even know this guy! And even if Aaron isn't my biological son, I love him like he is! You can't expect me just to step back and watch whoever it is raise him!"

"Simon," she said softly.

"What?" Martin cried. "What does Simon have to do with any of this?"

"If Aaron isn't your son," she sighed, a few tears spilling over her cheeks, "the only other person who could be his father is Simon."

Martin was stunned into silence. When he had finally found his voice, he said, "Simon. Simon Camden?"

Sandy rolled her eyes. "No. Simon Says," she laughed humorlessly in a failed attempt to lighten the mood.

Martin ignored her. "Does he know about this?"

"No, but I'm going to talk to him about it tonight."

Martin nodded, then looked at her and took in her tear stained face and asked quietly, "Do you want me to be here when you do? For support, or something?"

"That's really sweet, Martin," she smiled. "But I think I can manage."

Martin nodded again, because, honestly, he didn't know what else to do. He never thought his life could possibly get more complicated, but here it was. A whole lot more complicated than he ever wanted to deal with. But, because of Aaron, deal with it he must. "I know this might seem weird," he said, "but would you mind if I took Aaron tonight? I just kinda want to be with him, you know?"

"I know," she smiled. "I'm sure he'd love to spend some time with you."

"Thanks," he said. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."

When he headed towards the door, Sandy jumped up and ran over to him. "Martin, wait," she said, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "for everything."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for," he said softly. "Aaron is the best thing that ever happened to me."

Sandy felt her heart break in half as she watched him walk out the door. She sighed and leaned heavily against it. One down, one to go.

"Hey," Simon called when he entered the small apartment.

"Hi," Sandy smiled, watching him place an arm full of groceries in the kitchen.

"How was your day?"

"Interesting," she said slowly. And it's about to get a whole lot more so.

"I guess that's good," he chuckled as he began to get out some pots and pans. She got up from the couch and went to sit at the counter to watch him cook. Simon suddenly realized something. "Where's Aaron?"

"Martin took him for tonight," she said. "It's just you and me."

"I like the sound of that," he smiled, leaning across the counter to briefly kiss her lips. Sandy hoped that after their discussion, he'd still like the sound of it.

After dinner, Sandy sat wrapped in Simon's arms, knowing there was no place she would rather be. She wished she didn't have to tell him her suspicions about Aaron. What if it scared him away? She couldn't lose him.

She felt Simon's arms tighten around her. "Are you ok?" he asked worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"I have to talk to you about something, and I don't really know how to go about it," she sighed, turning to look at him.

"You know you can tell me anything," he said with a smile. How she loved that smile.

"You and I have always been close right?" she said cautiously. "I mean, even before we were together, you were my best friend. When things got tough, I knew I could always come to you."

"And you still can," he said, wiping away a tear that rolled down her face. What the heck was wrong, and why wouldn't she tell him?

"I know," she nodded. She took a deep breath before she said quietly, "Do you remember that night three years ago? You came by my apartment after a particularly bad fight with Rose. I was still reeling from meeting my dad for the first time, and we... well, we... comforted each other."

Simon's green eyes grew soft. "I remember."

"I started to have feelings for you after that night, Simon. Real, honest to goodness feelings, that I knew I shouldn't have for my friend's fiancé. When Martin came up to visit you a few days later, I slept with him to try and forget about you. But it didn't work. I loved you then and I love you now."

"I had no idea," Simon sighed, caressing her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. "You should have told me. I wish I would've known."

"You were engaged to Rose," she shrugged. "There wasn't anything you or I could've done about it then. But now..."

"Now we're together, and that's all that matters."

Sandy shook her head. "Aaron also matters now, and Simon," she said slowly, "I don't think Aaron is Martin's son."

Simon was confused. "Then who's son is he?"

"Yours."

A father. He could quite possibly be a father. A father! Holy cow. Simon groaned and ran his fingers through his short blonde hair. Could it be true? Could he be Aaron's real father? It was possible, but...

Geez. This morning everything had been fine. Everything had made sense. For once in his life everything was under control! And now, well now his world had been turned upside down. He wasn't ready to be a father! Heck, he had just recently figured out how to take care of himself! And sure, he had been thinking about asking Sandy to marry him. He had a ring picked out and everything. He was aware that he would then become Aaron's step-father, and he had been alright with that. Excited, even. But for some reason, actually being Aaron's real dad scared the crap out of him. He was responsible now, not Martin. He couldn't blame Martin if something happened, not that he ever would. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't though. Because Aaron was his son. His responsibility. His child.

Suddenly their apartment felt incredibly small. He couldn't be here. He had to get out. Grabbing his jacket and keys, he left the apartment while Sandy slept alone in their bedroom.

Somehow, he ended up at the church, sitting in the pew he normally shared with the rest of his family. The lights were off and the moonlight danced across the floor. The pulpit where his father had once preached, and where his sister and girlfriend now gave their sermons loomed above him. The piano lay quiet. Never had he seen the church so empty. Perhaps it was because of this, combined with all the questions and doubts circling through his head, that caused Simon Camden to do something he hadn't done in years. Dropping to his knees, he prayed.

"Hey, God. It's me, Simon. I know you haven't heard from me in a while, and I'm sorry about that. I mean, I go to church and everything, but I haven't really been paying attention. I've really just been going through the motions. But I guess You know that, huh? Well, I didn't mean to stay away so long. It's just, things got so bad so quickly... I felt lost. I didn't know where You were." Simon paused, drawing a deep shuddering breath, trying to find the strength to continue on with this prayer that was long over due. "But I've met this girl... I guess You know that, too. Her name's Sandy. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. She makes me the man I have always wanted to be. Really, she's the one that led me back to You when no one else could. I love her with all of my heart. But Aaron..." Simon sighed, squeezing his eyes shut against his tears. "What if I'm not ready?" he cried, a sob in his throat. "I'm not... I'm not good enough to be his father. I don't deserve it. He deserves better than me. Oh God... I haven't asked You for anything. After You gave me Happy, I promised I never would. But God, if You could help me out just one more time... Make me a good father. That's all I want, I swear it's all I'll ever need. Please, oh God, please... Make me a good father for my son..."

"Simon?"

Jerking his head up, Simon saw his sister Lucy standing up at the alter. She was gently swaying her newborn daughter, Beverly. "Luce?" he asked, quickly swiping the tears from his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Beverly couldn't sleep, and neither could I, really. So I thought a ride in the car would help her."

"Obviously it did," he said as she came to sit beside him. He peered at his niece who was sleeping soundly, snuggled into a warm blanket in her mother's arms. A small smile crossed his lips. Lucy noticed.

"Do you want to hold her?"

"Won't she wake up?"

"Probably not. She's taking after Kevin already. Once she's asleep, there's no waking her up. Here, my arms are getting tired." Simon took the baby from his sister, cradling her against his chest. He smiled down at her, stroking her soft cheek with one of his fingers. With tears in her eyes, Lucy smiled proudly at him. "You already are a good father, Simon. Aaron is lucky to have you."

"You heard, huh?"

Lucy nodded. "Is Aaron really your son?"

"We're not sure yet," he sighed. "Sandy wants to have a paternity test done."

"What does Martin say about this?"

"Sandy said he's on board with it."

"And you're... not?" Lucy asked, her brow furrowing as she tried to piece this information together.

"I am, I just... It's a big deal. A really big deal. I might be a father, Luce!"

"Didn't you want to have kids with Sandy someday?" Lucy asked.

"Well, yeah of course, but..."

"But what? What if Aaron is your son? What if you already have a child that is a part of you and Sandy?"

Simon thought about that. Really, it might not be so bad. After all, that is what he wanted. A little person he and Sandy had made together. What if he already had everything he'd ever wanted?

"Simon," Lucy said softly. He turned to look at her. "I've seen you with Aaron. You already are a good father. You have nothing to worry about. Everything will work out in the end. It always does. We're Camdens."

Simon laughed and nodded. Something about the way Lucy said it, he could believe it. Whether or not he was Aaron's biological father, he would be a fixed figure in his life. He was sure of that. He loved him and he loved Sandy. They were his family. And someday, someday very soon he hoped, they would be Camdens too.

A few weeks later, it was revealed that Aaron was in fact the son of Simon Camden. Martin accepted the news with as much grace as he could muster, knowing Simon would take care of Aaron. "Honestly," Martin told Simon, "there's no one else I'd trust him with. You're one of my best friends. I know you'll take care of him."

"Thanks," Simon nodded. "We still want you in his life, you know. You're a part of our family. You always will be."

"I appreciate that. I guess you two will be changing his name then?"

Sandy nodded. "Yeah, we will. Aaron Brewer Camden."

"Thank you," Martin nodded, blinking rapidly to clear the tears from his eyes. "Well," he sniffed, a smile forming on his face, "I'm off to see you sister. With any luck, her name just might change too."

"You will need all the luck you can get with that one!" Simon laughed. "Please take her off my hands."

"You are horrible!" Sandy scolded him, playfully hitting him on the arm.

Martin shook his head as he headed out the door. "I'll talk to you guys later."

"Bye!" Sandy called, closing the door behind him before heading to Aaron's room. Simon was bent over the crib, singing.

"Close your eyes, have no fear. The monster's gone, he's on the run, and your daddy's here. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy."

Sandy watched from the doorway, her heart overflowing with love for her boys. When Aaron was asleep, Simon walked over to her, smiling and kissing her forehead. With one last look at their son, they closed the door an slipped out of the nursery. In the living room, Simon bent his head to kiss her, making her toes curl. "So speaking of all this name changing..." he whispered. She watched as he got down on one knee before her, pulling a small box from his pocket. Opening the lid, he revealed a gorgeous diamond ring. She gasped. "Sandy Jameson, it seems like my whole life I've been lost. I was traveling down a dark path, taking all the wrong turns. Until I met you, that is. You've made me happier than I ever dared dream I could be. You've given me a son. You've given me your love. Both of which are far more than I deserve. So, Sandy Jameson, will you let me give you something in return? Will you take my last name?"

Laughing through her tears, Sandy nodded. "Yes, of course I will!"