Okay guys, Coldwave is my new recent ship (despite the lack of fiction), and I love the idea of them raising a kid together….hence this series of one-shots revolving around this scenario

Enjoy! Please read and review :)

….November rain

"Fuck this rain…." Scowled Mick as he and his partner trudged through the streets of Central City, "…It's fuckin' freezing. Why didn't we hotwire that car back there?!"

Leonard rolled his eyes as Mick continued to whinge beside him. "It's not my fault you forgot your coat…and in case you didn't realise, that car was outside a crowded bar. We've just escaped from Iron Heights, do you really want to draw attention to us again?"

Mick's frown deepened, shoving his hands into his jean pockets in a desperate attempt to keep his hands warm. "Can't even light a match in this piss…" he muttered.

"Some say having a walk in rain is romantic."

"Only your sister says that…and don't she mean summer rain? It's November!"

Len shrugged, "What's the difference?"

Before Mick could answer, he felt a hand gently grab his wrist and pull his hand out of his pocket. Mick couldn't help but smirk as his hand was softly enclosed in Len's own, gloved hand. "Ya know, if you wanted to be all romantic, all ya had to do was ask."

"Shut up."

"What d'ya say we run back to the flat and-"

"Shut. Up."

Mick frowned, wondering what had gotten Len all worked up…until he heard it. A soft, wailing coming from the alley next to them. "What the…" he muttered, following Len as his partner dragged him into the alleyway. Slowly, they moved further and further into the darkness, closer and closer to the wailing.

Suddenly, Mick felt his boot knock against something and the wailing turned into shrieking. "Holy shit!" Mick swore, glancing down at the cardboard box containing newspapers….and a baby.

It was tiny. Mick didn't have much (or any) experience with babies, but even he could tell this baby was way too small. Len knelt down by the box and gently placed a hand on the baby's chest. "He's shivering, but doesn't appear to be too wet…" he glanced up, noticing a small balcony just above the box, "….the balcony must have kept him dry…not warm, but dry."

Mick scowled, "How considerate of the bastards who left him here…"

He watched Len's face darken in anger, as he nodded in agreement. "At least they had the common decency to tear up some newspaper in order to keep him warm." He stated sarcastically, before straightening up and gesturing to the box, "Pick it up. We'll take him with us."

Mick raised an eyebrow, "Feeling all maternal are we?"

Len span around, anger still present on his face, "Oh I'm sorry…" sneered the man, "…I didn't realise making sure a child was warm until morning, when he'll be given to some orphanage, was so beneath us? I didn't realise that such a big strong man like you would have so much trouble lifting up a cardboard box with a tiny baby in it! I guess I just thought you were actually fucking useful!"

Mick stared in bemused shock as his partner removed his coat and lifted the baby out of the box, wrapping it up in the warm inside of the coat and striding past Mick and back out of the alley. The hot-headed stood there for a few seconds, before quickly following on behind.

The remainder of the journey was spent in almost silence, with the only sound being the hiccupping sobs of the baby. Upon arriving back at their temporary apartment, Len instantly headed back to the bedroom, presumingly to grab some spare blankets, leaving a drenched Mick standing in the middle of the living room.

Sighing and grumbling to himself, he removed his wet coat and boots, before collapsing onto the moth-bitten couch.

"Mick…."

Mick glanced over at his partner, who had wrapped the kid in a blue blanket and was now standing in the doorway.

"…do we have any milk in this dump?"

Mick shrugged, his eyes sliding shut, "Yeah. It ain't fresh though."

There was silence, before something poked him in the side, causing him to grunt. "Well go get some then!" ordered Len, who was using his foot in an attempt to rouse his partner.

Mick scowled, grabbing the foot. "Why do I gotta go?! Why don't you and the brat go, make it a family outing!"

He pushed Len away, almost causing him to lose his balance. "Because he's finally fuckin' asleep and when he wakes up, he'll be hungry!" Len hissed angrily.

The pair glared at his each other for a few minutes before Mick threw his hands up in the air and pushed himself off of the couch. "Fine…" he growled, "…you still got that lucky money box of yours? I assume you don't want me torching down some poor shop and 'attracting' unwanted attention?"

Len glared at him, carefully shifting the baby into one arm and pulling out a credit card with the other hand, "Here…" he flung the card at Mick, "… the pin's your birthday. It'll have enough on it to prevent any arsonist experience. Try and get some other baby supplies as well if you can."

Without even glancing back, Mick stormed out of the flat, grabbing his coat and a cap (for a basic disguise), heading towards the nearest superstore. Striding through the store, he grumbled to himself as he shoved milk, diapers and other baby supplies, including clothes (teddy bears…really?) into the trolley. "Fetch this Mick…Sit Mick….Don't argue with me Mick."

A flash of yellow caught his attention from out of the corner of his eye, causing him to glance over. Sitting on the shelf was a bright yellow bear, a lopsided smirk on its face.

Creepy.

Smirking, Mick chucked it into the trolley only to stop again further up the aisle. The brat would need somewhere to sleep and he wasn't sleeping with him and Len, not a chance….there was a fair chance of angry sex tonight and Iron Heights didn't really allow inmates like him and Len to mix like that.

After grabbing some general food items, he headed to the tills, only to be met with the bright, sunny grin of a teenage girl…new obviously. "Hi…" she chirped, eagerly scanning the items, "…new baby at home?"

Mick grunted, shoving the items in a bag. The girl continued, "It's so nice of you to shop for your wife-Oh, a cot! Just back from the hospital?"

Smirking at the thought of Len being his wife, Mick nodded, inserting the card into the reader as the girl continued, "How exciting! Girl or boy?"

Mick thought furiously before grunting, "Boy."

"What's his name?"

"….Lucas"

"Cute! Why Lucas though?"

Mick shrugged, "Family tradition on his…mother's side. Names beginning with L"

The girl grinned, "That's sweet. Have a nice day Sir!"

Mick smirked, pushing the trolley to the shelter. With one hand, he hoisted the cot box onto his shoulder and grabbing the rest of the bags with the other. Thankfully, the rain had stopped so the walk was much nicer this time around. He arrived at the flat and shouldered the door open gently, before depositing the bags and box by the entrance.

Sitting on the couch was his partner….who hadn't even noticed him coming in. The man was smiling softly down at the baby (who was once again awake) and dangling his fingers over the kid….Mic had to admit, the confused expression on the brat's face was quite cute.

"We're not giving him to an orphanage are we?" Mick muttered, regretting the words instantly as Leonard's face closed off.

"Yes. Why would you think any differently?"

Mick gently eased himself next to Leonard the couch, ignoring the way his partner tensed up. "One….you know what my life was like in the orphanage, and you are always saying how badly the system treats kids like us. Two…you've already bonded with him."

Len frowned down at the baby, and shook his head weakly. "N-no, I was just-"

"Len…" Mick gently placed a hand on his partner's shoulder, "…you've bonded with him. I could see it, even when you first picked the…kid up. I knew it."

"…Why were you so pissy then?!"

Mick shrugged, "I was cold…and jealous I suppose."

"…Over a baby?!"

"Lucas."

Mick winced as Len raised an incredulous eyebrow, a smirk on his smug face. "Lucas?"

Mick mumbled something about a girl at the market and a...wife? Deciding to ignore whatever it was that Mick said, Len turned his attention back to the baby and sighed. "We can't keep him. We're thieves, he would never have a normal life."

"And you're afraid you'll be like your Dad….which is bullshit by the way!"

Len shrugged, "It's not impossible though. What if neglect him because I'm too focused on the job? Or-"

"Bullshit. Yeah, you're focused before a job, but you won't be doing this alone like your Dad did. You've got me. You've got Lisa, who will love this and you've got the rest of the Rogues…Possibly not Jesses, but I'm sure the others will be happy to help." He placed a reassuring hand on Len's shoulder, "You're not Lewis…and Lisa will beat the shit out of you if you ever say that near her."

Len smirked, "True….Lucas huh?"

"L names are common in your family….thought it was appropriate."

"…I like it. Lucas Rory-"

"Snart….sounds better."

"How about Rory-Snart?"

"You proposing?"

Len shrugged, "If you want…"

Mick didn't reply, instead opting to stride over to the shopping and pull out the teddy bear, "Here…" he grunted, "…kids like stuff like this don't they?"

Leonard seemed very shocked at this, his attention finally falling on the shopping bags….and the large box containing the cot. "Y-you got him a cot already?"

"He's not sleeping with us….no way"

"….Deal. Do you know how to build it?"

"How hard can it be?!"

Len stared at him for a few moments, before shaking his head and reaching out to grab his mobile. "I'm calling Mardon."