A/N: My most recent work. I haven't written anything in a long time to be honest with you guys. I am about to graduate college and I am so glad because school has taken away so many things that I am passionate about and made them not fun anymore. So, here's some Terrornuckel, and I hope to give you all some new stuff real soon. Thanks.

A Little Help

Brian sighed in frustration for what seemed to be the millionth time today as his tiny apartment echoed with the screams of his nephew. He'd only had the baby for a few hours, and it felt like nearly an eternity. His sister had called last minute, begging for a sitter so she could run some errands, and reluctantly, Brian agreed. If only he had the chance to go back in time, he would gladly do it in a heartbeat. He loved his nephew, he really did, but Brian was definitely not the parental type – at least not right now.

As if on cue, the baby let out a piercing cry and Brian visibly flinched at the sound. "Oh my god, you've got to stop, please..." He muttered mostly to himself as he went to where the infant was laying and picked him up. In an awful attempt to bounce and shush him, Brian only made things worse, and the crying continued to get louder and louder. After a few minutes of these ministrations, the Irishman caught on that this wasn't going to work. He didn't know how to make his nephew stop.

Continuing to bounce the little baby, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and called the only person he could think of to help him. "Brian?" Relief immediately washed over him when he heard Brock's sleepy voice on the other line of the phone.

Brian gave a wry grin, "Hey, you wouldn't happen to be in Ireland right now, would you?"

Brock chuckled lightly, "No, I was sleeping actually." He replied.

That's when Brian mentally kicked himself – he had actually forgotten about the different time zones. "Shit- I mean crap, I'm sorry Brock." He sighed again, still bouncing the crying baby. He had gotten quieter, but had yet to stop. "I just really need some help." Help wasn't the word if he was being honest with himself. This child was going to be the death of him.

"Is that a baby?" The other man questioned as he sat up in his bed, now alarmed and awake. "Brian, who's baby is that and why is it crying?" He couldn't help but to give out a small laugh. Brian and a baby? It was probably a funny sight to see. Brian was practically a man child himself. Brock decided right then and there that he would definitely pay to be a fly on the wall…

"Ah, see, that's actually why I called…"

"Did you steal a baby?"

"What!? No!" Brian immediately yelled back, startling the child even more. With a sigh, he explained to Brock his situation. "My sister needed a babysitter… And obviously I have no idea what I'm doing because the kid hasn't stopped fucking crying since he's been dropped off." He explained. With a baby in one hand, and a phone in the other, he paced his tiny apartment, bouncing and shushing away.

"Okay," Brock replied. "First of all, watch your language. He can understand you."

"What? No he can't." Brian scoffed.

"Who's the parent here? Me or you?" Brock retorted. When he received nothing but silence, he gave out a laugh. "That's what I thought."

Brian groaned, "Are you going to help me or not?" He asked. "I never expected that when you became a dad you would be such an ass- butthole." He caught himself through the swearword and was actually a little proud. When Brock didn't answer, the Irishman hastily apologized. "Okay, that was uncalled for, but I really need your help." This time, he was practically begging for the older man to assist him. And albeit, Brock had only been a dad for a short amount of time, it was the best that Brian could think of, and he would be damned if he had to listen to his nephew scream for the rest of the day.

"Has he eaten? Have you changed his diaper? Do you know if he's tired?" Brock bombarded him with questions and the Irishman had to stop him.

"Okay, slow down, what?" He questioned.

"Brian, he is a baby, you have to do these things…" Brock trailed off.

"I know." The younger man replied. "I… Just kind of don't know how…" He managed to get out.

"Well," Brock sighed. "It's a good thing you have me then, yeah?" He was smiling now, glad that he was able to offer Brian a little bit of help. The two had been friends for a while now, and were closer than most of the others. Brian was one of the first people Brock told when he found out he was going to be a father – their friendship ran deep.

"You're a lifesaver, Brock." Brian grinned, adjusting the crying baby in his arms.

"Your sister did bring you a diaper bag, right?"

Brian put the phone on speaker and set it down on a table nearby, so he could go get the bag. "Yeah, everything's here… Just gotta figure out how to use it." He let out a breathy laugh as he dug through the bag finding diapers and formula and other things necessary to take care of an infant. In this moment, he was so thankful to have a friend like Brock, because for the next hour, he listened to the older man tell him how to make a bottle, change a diaper, and rock a baby to sleep.