Title: At My Door

Summary: While on a trip in the city, one cliffhanger (Scott) experiences a life changing event.

A/N: I only own the character Morgan



Chapter One- Switching Rooms

Five minutes, that was the plan. Five minutes after lights out and room check, Scott Barringer quietly opened the door, his eyes adjusting from a dark room to a bright hallway. The coast was clear. But he waited until he saw Daisy before leaving the doorway. " Even though I can't say no to true live, you owe me" she sang, smiling. They exchanged room keys, " make that two, Ezra has a tendency to talk in his sleep". " Be glad you already have the key" Daisy brushed past him to the door he just left. The two checked the hallway again before closing the doors on the same side. Shelby was sound asleep in the bed closest to where he came in, unaware of the new presence. He knelt next to the mattress, brushing a few blonde strands from her closed eyes. They fluttered open, darting around, then looking at him. " Hey" she smiled, her voice cracking from being asleep, " where's Daisy?". " She wanted to spend some time with Ezra so we decided to switch for the night. Shelby turned onto her back, " right, Daisy wanted to spend time with Ezra" she sarcastically agreed, " I'm sure that's what it is". " Normally you wouldn't complain" Scott slid to the beds end, crawling to the pillows, resting next to her with an arm around her waist after she went back to her side. She shifted against his chest, " I'm not complaining". There was a knock. " Dammed, we've been hunted out" Scott sat up. " I'll get in the bathroom, tell Peter I was sick and you came here" Shelby ran past him, slamming the bathroom door. " So why is Daisy with Ezra?". " I don't expect Peter to even believe the first part". He shrugged and opened the door, it wasn't Peter. A teenaged boy dressed for the winter in the middle of May stood there, a very small girl next to him. Scott looked at both of them, " may I.help.you?". " The girl at that school said you were here, the girl down the hall said you were here. I did my job, I get my money, goodbye" and he left, leaving the girl. Shelby emerged from the bathroom, knowing it wasn't Peter, " who's that?". Scott faced her mouthing ' I don't know', then bent down to her height, " hey kid, what's your name?". She couldn't have been older then three, very pale and scared, he didn't want to ask her anything she wouldn't know, or that could possibly make things worse. A little arm extended, wedged in her fingers was a folded piece of paper. Scott took it, unfolding a note. Though it was a very shot one, it knocked him off his balance.





Dear Scotty, I'm sorry, but I had to do this. I cant take care of her anymore, and I knew you'd be good for her, You should be, she's your daughter.