Misfit

Mike sighed and simply left the room. He sat out in the hall way and tried to figure out if he want to hit something or cry. He decided on both as he went out side and found a nice brick wall to punch as tears made there way down his face.

"I mean that if you do seem to like me like you act like you do then this might go somewhere and if Im going to be gone im going to be gone knowing your taken care of."
Quinton explained simply.

Drew sighed. He asked his mother to go get a nurse for him and let him have a moment alone. She did as he asked. When the nurse came in Drew asked her if she knew of any good orphanages around. She smiled and was very polite about the entire situation. She even gave Drew some paperwork which he began filling out. His teardrops stained the paper. But he couldn't deal with his Mike like this.

"That's real sweet Quinton... but ya just met me. Hell, for all you know I could be planning to murder you right now." Matt laughed. "Kidding of course but you get the point."

Mike was out there far a while before coming back in. He was stupid one hahnd was broken bad, the other had intense bruising. He slowly made his way back to Drew's room. He opened the door and he really did not know if he liked the papers Drew was signing.


Quinton snorted.
"Last thing im worried about is you doing any sort of physical damage."
Quinton was a trained green barrett.

Drew was just about finished. The next empty space needed the signature of the other parent. Drew's blue eyes swam as he scrawled the word 'unknown.'
"Mike... I need you to sign here. Sign here and she's gone."

"Well you got my point... and hey, I'm pretty strong. I know how to fight. I could at least last a few minutes with you."

Mike growled and snatched the papers away from his fiance with his bruised hand, he grimced. Mike wanted to burn the damn papers but he couldnt in this hospital with all the babies and sick people. So with his broken and bruised hands he ripped them apart and then threw them, he didnt care where he just threw them. The he turned and gave Drew a harsh look as he growled again and stomped out to go fine his fucking child.

Quincy just shrugged, he didnt believe tha for a second. Quinton would not brag or say anything but he had been on the streets he could fight and new he was a green barrett, the best there was and no one had ever gone one on one with him in a fair fight and won.

Drew whimpered. Why couldn't Mike just let him give the baby away. Drew couldn't take seeing Mike with so much fury and pain in his eyes.


Matt smirked.
"You dont believe me..." It was more of a statement and a question.

Mike soon found Drew's mother and took the child from her. He went to a waiting room, making sure so one was around before looking down at the small child and bursting into tears.


"I didnt say that."
But no, he did not believe him and he was NOT about to fight with him.

The baby blinked a few times before reaching up and wiping a tear away with her finger like she had done with Drew earlier.

"No ya didn't but I can tell ya don't." Matt grinned.

Mike smiled and cradled the baby close to his chest. How he wished the baby was his and not some strangers.

Quinton srugged.
"I have never seen you fight, there for I dont have the right to judge."

The baby let out a squeal of delight. So far this man did not seem to like her but now he was holding her.


"No you do not... but you are." Matt grinned this was all fairly amusing to him.

Mike sniffled and kissed the babys cheek. "Okay baby girl, im your daddy, you dont ever let any one tell you other wise." He felt stupid, like this kid would remember this but he still needed to tel her that.

Quinton sat up, it was getting late.
"I didnt say anything to you. What I think is my buisness."

The baby smiled up at him. She did hear him.


"Alright. Chill Mr. Uptight." Matt laughed.

Mike stayed there for a while, just holding his baby before calmy walking back to Drew's room and giving th baby to his soon to be mother in law. He needed to go back to work. He was mad at Drew, what if Mike had not been here or whatever, the baby would be gone.



Quinton was not laughing, he didnt feel good. His abdomne hurt where he was shot. But he did crack a smile just for the hell of it.

"Mike... we need a name..." Drew said softly looking up at his fiance.


"There ya go. Much better." Matt laughed.

Mike was pissed as heel, he wanted to just tell him that since it was his kid he can pic the name but he didnt want to hurt him. "I need to go to work."
He needed to get away from Drew.

Quinton nodded, a hand gently pressing where the gauze was that covered the wound.

"Mike p-please... I don't want to spend the night alone..." Drew whimpered.


Matt frowned.
"What's that?" HE gestured towards where Quinton's hand was holding.

"Drew, you have your momma and your baby. I need to go make money for you and the baby."

Quinton rolled his shoulders, he needed to take some if the pain medicine he was given.
"Nothing."

"Just stay for tonight please Mike. I need you. I don't want to spend the night without you in here..."


"Sure look's like somethin but i guess its not my buisness..." Matt shrugged.

Mike cursed aloud as he let out a irritated sigh. He was highly pissed of but he still loved Drew so much. He didn't want to leave Drew here alone but damnit he had obligations, he was a working man he had to do this for Drew and their baby. Mike simply stood there silently as his thoughts got away with him.

Quinton popped his neck as he thought about going out to his truck and getting his pain killers. He didn't know anything about this man but Quinton, even though he had seen so much and been through hell, was a soft hearted man. He didnt want to leave Matt to fend for himself on the streets.

"M-mike...?" Drew whimpered. Mike wasn't speaking.


"Damnit, I'm never at a loss for words..." Matt murmured. He didn't want to be silent but this man was so silent..

"What?" Mike snapped, he hadnt mean to sound so harsh but he was tired, he was upset and he had to figure out what he was going to do.



Quinton had nothing to say. It had been years, he had been alone, and so no one ever gave a fuck or wanted to really talk so he kept to himself and made sure he also kept people at arms length.

Drew bit back more tears.
"Nevermind. Just g-go..." His voice cracked.


Matt sighed.
"You want me to leave...?"

Mike took his wallet out and laid it on the small table beside Drew. "I have three hundred dollars in there, if you need anything use it and call me."
He left.
He got three rooms away and couldnt do it, so he went to Quinton.
"Quinton, I need to be wth Drew, can you fill in for me?"

Quinton sighed and sat up, still clutching his abdomen.
"Sure Mikey."
He gave a smile to his friend, his eyes looking to Matt.

Drew was bawling when Quinton got to the room. He quickly wiped his eyes. He might be comfortable crying in front of Mike now but not anyone else.
Matt had followed Quinton to Drew's room.
"Well, Drew has my number if ya ever want to, talk or somethin." Matt shrugged and walked out the door.

Mike had gotten in his old truck and stopped. It was still raining and he didnt want to leave Drew, even if he knew Quinton would take good care of him. Mike went back to Drew's room and pulled Quinton to the side, he had grabbed his phone so he called his boss. He asked and his boss had said he did not mind if Quinton came in his place this once. So Mike pleaded with Quinton and Quinton, being the soft hearted, confident, kind, man he was, decided he would go and bartend for his friend. But before Quinton left he joted down his number on a piece of paper and caught up to Matt, he gave it too Matt with out a word before going to take Mike's shift.