A/N: Okay I did this because it was something I wanted to see. I guess you could say this is what I thought should of happened or something like it. I apologize if I got any of the characters wrong.
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There were just some things that were thicker than blood thought Quinn. He could hear the yelling and cussing coming at him from the other side of the door as he pulled the lock into place. It didn't matter to him, he was doing what was right, and it was the way it was supposed to be. He'd tried to ignore it, he'd tried to pretend but he couldn't any longer. In the end all it had taken was one moment, one moment for him to realize how wrong he'd been.
Quinn was angry, frustrated and upset. It was all due to Van Zan, how dare he? How dare he challenge him? He understood his reasoning but he was wrong. It was a suicide mission and anyone who went with him might as well sign his/her death warrant. He knew he couldn't control people's choices and those who wished to join him, would. But damn if it didn't piss him off.
He was washing his wounds when he heard someone overhead. He looked up, he saw who it was and quickly hurried up his doctoring. He quickly ran over to intercept him.
"You're not joining him," stated Quinn.
"You can't tell me what to do."
"It's suicide. You know they'll never make it," said Quinn.
"Maybe but it's worth a try. I can't just sit here and do nothing like you."
"I do the best I can to keep everyone alive. Believe me when I say this mission Van Zan has planned will not end well. I know what he's hunting and he's never going to get close enough," said Quinn.
"How do you know?"
"I know dragons and I know that one. It killed my mother," said Quinn.
"He's right isn't he?"
"What?" asked Quinn.
"You're scared of it! You're afraid to face it!"
"I'm not afraid of it. I'm thinking clearly and what he intends is suicide," said Quinn.
"It doesn't matter you can't stop me. I'm going."
"No your not," said Quinn.
"Yes I am."
"No, I won't allow it," said Quinn quietly as he reached out and grabbed a hold of him. He quickly pulled him along as the boy struggled and kicked against his grasp.
A part of Quinn knew he probably shouldn't do this but the other part him demanded it. The part of him that was scared to death about losing the boy and would do anything to stop it. He realized that he was being a hypocrite that he himself had numerous times put him in danger. But he'd been with him he thought, he'd never let him go off on his own. He always watched him and backed him up and he knew Van Zan and his crew wouldn't.
He continued to struggle in his arms as he pulled him down the corridor. One of the women came around the corner and looked at him.
"He's not joining Van Zan's mission," said Quinn.
"Oh I see," she said smiling to herself as she turned the other way and kept on walking.
He continued down the corridor amiss a barrage of insults that were cursing him and anyone in his ancestry. But he wasn't about to let go, no matter what he said or did he wouldn't let go of him he thought as he finally reached his destination.
He quickly pulled the door open and walked inside to deposit his package. As soon as he let go of him he made a mad dash for the door. Not going to happen he thought as he quickly intercepted him.
"Let me go Quinn."
"No," said Quinn.
"You can't do this."
"Yes, I can," said Quinn quietly.
"What gives you the right? Who do you think you are?"
Quinn pondered that question for a moment when it dawned on him. He'd tried ignoring it for so long; he'd laughed and joked about it when anyone had made a reference to it. But he couldn't any longer. It had been staring in the face for years but he'd chosen to ignore it, not anymore he thought. As of today he wouldn't ignore it, he wouldn't pretend.
"I'm your father," said Quinn as he gently shoved Jared towards the cot in the room and walked out. He quickly shut the door and locked him in.
End of Flashback…
He was brought out of revive by the sound of footsteps.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" asked Creedy as he came up behind him.
"Yes, he's not joining a suicide mission. He'll be safe in there, even if there is an attack," said Quinn as he tried to ignore the yells coming from the other side of the door.
"No one ever said that kid didn't have a pair of lungs on him," said Creedy laughing.
"Yeah well he can yell himself horse, he's not getting out," said Quinn.
"Alright if you say so, but for the record that kid is going to be pissed as hell at you when he does get out of there," said Creedy as they walked back down the corridor.
"I know. I'll deal with it," said Quinn.
"It finally hit you, right?" asked Creedy jokingly.
"What?" asked Quinn as he looked at his friend.
"You finally decided to stop ignoring it and pretending it wasn't so," said Creedy with a knowing look at Creedy.
"Yeah," said Quinn.
"It's about damn time," stated Creedy.
"Yeah it is," said Quinn. Yes, it was about time he'd realized that eleven years ago when he'd pulled that scared little three-year old out of his mother's dead arms he'd gained a son. It was heartbreaking to realize that it had taken him this long to realize that Jared was his son, no matter how you thought of it and that was fine by him.
…okay tell me what you think…review….please….
..okay so I posted this earlier today but I've already changed it to include more parts...