A/N: Sorry for late update. Got a bit entangled with classes. (Jordan above)

"Why is she asian?".

Henderson delivered a smack to the back of Jordan's head. He pouts his lips rubbing the offending spot. Ming Lee, who was staring at the strange boy with wide searching eyes, soon began to tear up. Rhys hated hearing her cry. It was like nails on a chalkboard to him. Quickly reminding himself of why he dislikes babies. Ming Lee being his own just made it a bit less.

"Easy Rhys. You've only just come back from the hospital, don't need for you to go back.", Trent warned, fetching the child from a small bassinet.

Rhys mutters a string of half truthful agreements before fixing the cry child in his hands. He couldn't help but rock the crying child. He refuses to breastfeed not because he doesn't want his daughter to suckle but because of that angry glare he keeps catching Ty giving him.

Ty was sitting on the couch. He had to stay over there as Eli kept pushing him away from Rhys. Eli barely allows Jordan to touch Ming Lee and Malik...

He hasn't even tried.

Rhys is fine if he feels uncomfortable around him. He just hopes he doesn't turn into a Ty. He barely knows anything about Ty but he's already getting on his nerves.

"You even going school?", Ty says.

"Supposedly. Why? You expect me to just drop out?".

"Hard for a dead man to drop out.".

Rhys wanted nothing more than to drive his foot up his ass. Be it called for or not. That stupid little squint he's doing looking for something that's not there.

"Tyler! I will not warn you again." Henderson interjects.

"It's fine. If he wants to be a bitch fine by me.".

There he goes again. The damn squint that rives it's way into Rhys' soul. Henderson was not having a fight on his good rug. The look that Henderson was so stone cold that he could see the chill emitting from Ty.

Jordan decided it to be a good time to crack the ice.

"Rhys, need help getting to your room?".

"I think I can..", Ming Lee's face begins to scrunch as she prepares to cry, " Actually. That would be nice.".

Jordan picks up the small duffle makeshift baby bag much to Eli's dismay. He didn't even get to the hall when Eli came in front of him holding out his hand expectantly. Jordan's smile fell off his face seeing Eli begin to tap on the ground repeatedly.

"Eli man, this bag too big for a little guy like you.".

That did not discourage Eli however. He tugged and pulled on the bag tryin to get it away from him. Jordan was in a twist. He either let's Eli take the bag or fights a six year old.

"Eli, it's okay. He's alright." Rhys intervened.

Eli looked back at Rhys with the most kicked dog face he could muster. The strange pang of leftover hormones makes his heart clench. But, he remains firm and gestures for Eli to come closer.

As quick as Eli grabbed the bag he let's go. He holds Rhys' bent elbow and 'leads' him up the stairs. Ming Lee found her rest on the small twin bed situated in the corner of the room.

"Not to worry. You're not bunkin 'with Ty. He would probably jump if he had to.".

"Fine, I think I can handle being with you.".

Jordan lets out a nervous chuckle. It was almost on cue where Malik entered the room. He had one earbud in his ear while the other dangled freely next to the bottle of formula he held. He didn't say anything but maneuvered past J and handed Rhys the bottle.

Rhys watched him up and down for a little longer than he should have and took the formula. It looked nice and rich and felt warm to the touch. Ming Lee must have sensed the prescience of lunch and her whining increased.

"Yes, yes cub I have you.", he says.

Ming Lee latches onto the nipple greedily suckling happily onto it. Rhys didn't look away from the sight until the bottle was empty. That's when he caught the briefest of glances at Maliks quirked mouth. He placed her on his shoulder and tries coax a burn from him.

"How are you going school with a whole kid?", J speaks again.

"Trent mentioned that the old lady here takes care of little children. Suppose to meet with her soon." , Rhyx explains.

"You mean Ol' Mrs Wilson? Oh she fine. Just when you go make sure take off your shoes outside.".

"Take off shoes?".

Jordan stifled a laugh.

"What's so funny?".

"Nothing Rhys. ".

If his daughter didn't burp he would have continued questioning. Rhys smiled as he wipe his daughter's mouth. Babies are useless. They can't do anything. They require your contestant attention to ensure that they grow.

"Rhys? You look all grim all a sudden.".

"Just thinking. About my mom."

Rhys placed Ming Lee back into her makeshift resting stop. J moved next to him placing a hand on his shoulder. Malik stood awkwardly to the side. His hands clasped in one of another while he looked the other way.

"You miss her?".

"Yes a bit but it's not about missing her. All my life I was raised by nannies. I don't believe my mom ever did this. Sit and burp me and clean my mouth as a baby. Makes me wonder.".

"Wonder what?".

"If things went according to how I thought it would be. Get married to some sexy girl and have one and only one kid. Would I be like that. Just let the nanny take care of the kid. It's not like the kid would crave familial touch and consider any touch so.".

"That's really shit Rhys. Why focus on the what if? What if this and that could not happen anymore because we aren't time travelers. We can't just hop into the TARDIS and zip back a few. "

"TARDIS?".

"It doesn't matter. Just focus on the now. The rest is arbitrary.".

Rhys gives a long press of air before looking back at Ming Lee. J just rests his arm on his shoulder and says nothing. Eli squeezed himself to the side of Rhys trying to join the staring. Call it a bunch but Rhys feels Malik stare too.

There were no more words to be shared. All Rhys wanted to do was watch as his little girl closes her eyes falling into the land of the arbitrary and wants.