A/N. Okay, so here's the deal. I write this story and finish it, and no one complains that I already have too many stories - Deal?

Notes : To those of you who are a fan of 'I Just Can't Get Enough.' I'm sorry but that's going on hold for now. Aka : why you've now got this, but not to worry that I won't finish it because I've already got the next chapter finished, and I'm starting on the third right now.

Warnings : This is slash. Not deep, deep, slash, but still slash. :) Some swearing here and there. Rated T to be safe. Pairing's in the future : Wade/Randy.

Disclaimer : I do NOT own anything, I don't even own the plot to this story - my friend came up with it :P

Help Me Out Here.
Chapter 1 : The Nanny? We Mean Manny.

Her name is Layla and she's missing. Randy wants to believe that she's gone shopping, but not many people pack up all their belongings when they go shopping. Of course Randy had phoned up the agency to inform them of her disappearance and his lost of a nanny...again.

Yet another nanny has run away from his home and his small child who needed to be looked after when he was at work. So now what did he do? Obviously ask the agency to bring him over another one, Randy had to listen to a cranky old bat over the phone who was moaning at him because they were running out of people they could send over to him, but it would be worth it...he hoped.

"Come on," Randy says, almost begging as he watched the fish in the fish tank swim along. "There's got to be someone, I'll take anyone right now."

Oh, there is someone who they send over. He, yes he, turns up an hour later dressed in a black and yellow t-shirt (of course) and a pair of baggy black jeans. Randy could see the guys car parked in the road from the window, it looked to be smashed up pretty badly. When he answers the door, the car looks even worst. Randy didn't even know what the make of it was, for all he knew it might not have even been a car in the first place.

"Can I help you?" Randy asks when he meets the other bloke. He was tall, slightly taller then Randy, a broken nose, ears that stuck out like a swore thumb but all in all - a handsome lad. His t-shirt fit him just right and Randy couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of the man, who appeared to be around the same age - could be younger.

"I'm Wade." The man says and Randy's immediately drawn in by the guys accent. It's a deep British accent. What the hell was a Brit doing all the way over here? But it explains one thing though, why the car was as battered up as it was - the Brit's drive on the left right? No wonder there's so many dents and rust on the car.

Anyway! What type of Adult only introduces himself with first name only?

"Okay..."

Wade sighed and puts his hands on his hips, leaning to the one side in some sort of slump. "I'm from the agency. Mae sent me."

Randy stares at Wade for a whole ten minutes before he frowns deeply and says. "I think there's been a mistake."

Wade rolled his eyes and drop his back pack (that had been on his back, duh) to the floor. "You wanted a nanny, right?"

"Well, yeah..." Randy fidgets for a moment thinking over what he had to say. "It's just that...well, Teagan's more comfortable with Layla."

"Layla's dead." Wade says flatly.

"Oh my god." Randy says, horrified. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened. She said if you asked, I was to say she's dead."

Randy is sure he looks appalled as he feels right now. And now, this is when things get even worst then it is having some dude show up saying he was from the agency, Teagan - Randy's daughter - comes running over. Slipping under Randy's arm. She small, her blond puffy hair going pretty much in all directions as she looks up at Wade. Scanning him, looking him over, sort of like how Randy had done only moment before. Then, she crosses her arms over her small chest.

"Are you gay?" She asks. Randy's head shot down towards her.

"Teagan!" He snaps, she shrugs her shoulders. She was anything but blunt, wonder where she got that from?

Wade frowns at the kid and then looks down at himself, as if asking 'it's the clothes isn't it?'

"Not all of the time. You?" He asks smoothly and then Randy looks up at him, horrified once more. What person in the right mind asks a kid Teagan's age if she was gay?

"Happy, I mean." Wade says after looking at Randy's face, seeing the devils glare about to hit him one. Teagan thinks it over for a minute or two, taking her time, and as Randy expects - she starts giggling and nods her head.

"I am happy." She starts to move and then, for some reason, they may never know why, she starts acting like a mime. She pretends she's stuck in a box before shuffling back into the house in her pretend box shouting silent words the whole entire time.

Wade has a grin of delight starting to form on his face. He looks back at Randy who's still frowning. "Interesting."

"She's ten, you're allowed to be interesting when you're ten." Randy glares slightly, but not having much force behind it.

Wade frowned. "Ten? What the heck, did you make her when you were 13 or something?" Then Wade thinks over his own question. "Because, if so, high-five." He lifts up his hand. Randy looks towards the hand and then shakes his head.

"This isn't going to work."

"Hey, look. Quit worrying. I'm not some freak who creeps around in the shadows & watches kids and I don't hate them enough to smack the crap out of them. Your kid is perfectly fine with me." Randy doesn't know how to answer to that, which was good, because it gave Teagan time to arrive inside her invisible box of silence. Miming something to Randy. It was something complete and utterly incomprehensible to understand, Randy was at a loss.

"Here. Allow me," Wade says. He dug out his car keys from his pocket and uses one (of the very many) to unlock the invisible door on Teagan's invisible box, opening in up and giving a wink at the blond girl as he grinned and closed the door behind her.

"I said," Teagan starts looking up at her father after flashing a smile at Wade. "I may have broken your laptop." Randy glares before turning to Wade. He sighed and rubbed his head with his hand.

"So, when do you start?"

d-_-b Review Or Pm. Teagan, blonde hair, follows her mother for it. She's ten, small for her age, blue eyes. Get's bullied because of her hair and who her father is. You'll learn more in the next few chapters. Thanks for reading and sorry for any mistakes.