Hey, everyone. I have absolutely no idea where this is going, so… yeah. You'll see. I hope everyone enjoys

Quinn Gathier sat on the dock, staring up at the moonlight. He liked this time- the time where all his fishermen went home to sleep and he got to have some time to chill.

He had always been sort of laid-back. Of course, he did have moments when he freaked out so much, he almost peed himself, but usually, he was calm. And he liked being calm. These days, the only way to be calm was to be alone.

Quinn had mastered the art of ignoring the muffled sounds he could hear all the way down from the town plaza. Kids ran through almost every night, making loud noises. Most kids were asleep around five in the morning. Or, at least, what was five A.M. according to his watch, though it could have been off a few minutes.

His mom had bought him the watch for his fourteenth birthday. They had been low on money during that time, and Quinn hadn't been expecting any gifts. But his mom gave him one anyway, even though he knew she couldn't afford it. He told her to take it back and keep the money, but she refused. "I won't let my boy go a birthday without a gift," she had told him, hugging him tightly.

He use to cry when he thought of his mom, but those memories didn't upset him anymore. Not when he was all alone like this, relaxed. Thinking of his mom made him happy- in a sad way, of course. Obviously, he still hated that he lost her, but he was glad that he had had her to begin with.

A sound in the water immediately caught his attention. There were rarely ever noises at this time that weren't from the plaza.

"Hello?" Quinn called out, narrowing his eyes against the dark to try and see if he could spot anything.

A mocking laugh rang out, piercing the silence.

"Hello," A female responded, seeming to be trying to mimic his tone. "How are you on this fine evening? Good? Good. I'm not so good. No, no."

Quinn recognized who it was almost immediately. He hadn't ever talked to her that much, but no other girl had that voice. That dark, bitter, seductive voice that seemed almost foreboding in this situation.

His breath halted in his throat. If she was around that could only mean that he was with her. His night no longer held any resemblance to the word "calm" and the urge to pee took over him.

He forced himself to focus and reached for his flashlight and his gun. He pointed the gun in the direction he had heard the voice coming from and turned on the light.

Diana Ladris grimaced as the light hit her face and shielded her eyes. She was reclined back in an ancient looking canoe, empty bottles of beer surrounding her. Caine was nowhere in sight.

"Where's Caine?" he asked, looking around the canoe again, as if he could have missed him the first time.

Diana laughed again, a little hysterically this time. "I don't know. Maybe he's under the boat?" She suggested.

She grabbed an empty beer bottle and brought it up to her lips, when nothing came out she angrily threw it out of the boat and tried the next one.

Quinn took a deep breath, glad that it was just her. He could handle her alone.

"You shouldn't be here," he told her, kneeling down to her level. She laughed again and shook her head.

"Nope. But I shouldn't be there. I shouldn't be anywhere!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "Diana shouldn't be anywhere. Nope!" she shouted.

"Shhh!" Quinn warned, glancing behind him to see if anyone else had shown up. He had no idea what would happen if someone saw Diana here, but he didn't want to wait around to find out. "I guess I can't ask you to paddle back to wherever you were," he murmured.

"You have a gun. Shoot me," she suggested with a shrug.

Quinn looked at her, surprised. She had always seemed so tough to him. Yet there she was, telling him to kill her.

"What happened?" he asked. "Why are you here?"

Diana's eyes became softer and for a moment she almost seemed sober. Then, within a second, she put her mental shield back in place and stood up on wobbly feet.

Quinn was taken aback by how healthy she looked. The last time he had seen her, she had been dying from a head wound Drake had given her. She had been frighteningly skinny, her hair cropped short. She looked like she only had a week or two left to live- even after Lana had healed her. Now she looked as healthy as she had the first day he had seen her. Her hair fell a little past her shoulder and her body was filled up again. Quinn blushed when he realized he was staring at her so intensely.

"No need to be shy," she said with a chuckle. "You're not the first to check me out."

"I wasn't-." Quinn stopped himself. He knew there was no use in arguing with Diana Ladris.

Diana slowly pulled herself out of the boat and onto the dock.

"Well," she said, legs wobbling a little. "Are you going to shoot me or what?"

Quinn sighed and shook his head. "Come on." He gently took a hold of her arm and pulled her along with him.

He only had one choice. He couldn't bring her to Sam, his house was too far away and they would most likely run into people on the way there. If kids saw her, they would probably try to kill her. His house was only two minutes away from the docks, and that was his first, last, and only resort at the moment.

"Where are we going?" Diana asked, punctuating her sentence with a hiccup.

"My house. I can't take you to Sam now. I'll get him tomorrow morning and we'll decide what to do with you."

Diana dug her heels into the ground, stopping them. "I said to just kill me," she said.

"And I don't like killing people," he responded, trying to drag her.

"Do you like people knowing you have balls? Because right now I'm really not sure you do." She began to crack up, like she had just said the cleverest thing.

"You're not a pleasant drunk," Quinn mumbled.

Diana laughed again, causing her legs to wobble yet another time. She tried to steady herself, but had no luck. Quinn's hold on her was the only thing keeping her upright.

"I… I should lie down now. I should sleep." She actually began to try to lie on the ground.

"No," he said, grabbing her other arm to keep her standing. "You need to keep walking. Come on, we're almost there."

Completely ignoring him, she stepped towards him and rested her head against his chest like he was a walking pillow. Her eyes fluttered shut.

Quinn stood there for a minute, finding the situation too awkward to comprehend. He had started the night relaxing on the dock. Now he was standing a block from his house with a drunken Diana Ladris asleep on him.

Not knowing what else to do, he tried to wake her up.

"Diana?" he called.

She sucked in a deep breath. "Quinn," she responded

"Um… are you awake?" he asked stupidly.

"… I don't know," she whispered. She inhaled again, this time pressing her nose against my shirt. "You smell like fish. Fishy fish."

"Yeah…"

"You're comfy. I bet you're strong. Strong fishy fisher," she slurred.

He actually blushed at this.

"Can you walk?" he asked her.

"Can you walk?" she returned, like it was a come-back.

Quinn sighed. "Listen, I'm going to pick you up, okay?"

"But you're comfy," she protested, pouting.

He didn't know whether he should have been afraid or flattered. However, he did know that he wasn't supposed to be thinking some of the thoughts that were now coming to him. He was going to be a professional in this situation. Not a hormonal teenage boy.

Carefully, he lifted her limp body into his arms and, without looking down at her once, carried her the rest of the way to his house.

Yes, it was random indeed. I believe I will write a second chapter. Please R&R and tell me what you think Thank you.