Pete was sure it was a joke. He double checked the address and note several times looking for a secret message that would tell him he was getting pranked. After the 5th time rereading the words he came to the conclusion that this was serious.

Someone left a baby on his(or more accurately, Col Gentleman's) doorstep. The note was addressed to him, which means whoever sent this knew he had moved in with his faux- boyfriends family in New York. Who on Earth would do that? Everyone who knew him knew he was irresponsible at the best of times and downright unpleasant at the worst. The kid would be better off at an orphanage than in his care.

Yet here it was- on his doorstep. Whoever sent it apparently thought otherwise, as they left no return address on the note. He read it again. The words "Take good care of her!" Mocked him in a nice cursive. Not knowing what else to do, he picked up the basket holding the infant and brought her inside.

The door locked quietly behind him. He let out a small sigh of relief when he saw no one else in the living room and decided to head upstairs to his bedroom. He grabbed the slumbering girl out of the basket and laid her down on the bed. Maybe if she was comfortable enough she would stay asleep until he figured out what to do. He heard the door click behind him and almost jumped as Billy walked in.

"Hey White have you seen-"

The so called "boy" genius stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing the infant wrapped in pink laying on Whites bed.

"What is that?"

"What do you mean?" White feigned ignorance unsuccessfully.

Billy stepped closer to investigate. "Don't play coy with me, White. Why is there a baby in our room?"

"Well i couldn't leave her outside."

"White!"

Pete flinched at Billy's tone before confessing he found her on their doorstep. Billy didn't believe him before or after he read the note himself.

"So... Someone left you a baby? Someone met you, figured out your new address, decided you'd be a good father, and mailed you a baby?"

"I guess."

"This has to be a mistake. There's no way!"

"Do you know any other Peter Whites that live in this exact address?"

"Well,no. But I cant believe someone would do this. Are you sure you cant think of anyone in particular? No mystery woman or anything?"

"Pally, the last time I hung out with a woman I got mono. Trust me, I've learned my lesson."

"Any woman before that?"

"Nope."

Billy looked down at the sleeping girl. She had pale blond hair and fair skin. She could probably pass as White's daughter, if only White had any luck with woman. If she wasn't White's biological daughter, then who was she? It was a mystery, and Billy always loved a good mystery.

"Maybe she's a science experiment gone wrong. We could ask Rusty."

White once again glanced at the girl.She didn't look like a science experiment, in fact, she looked more normal than either of them. But he knew Rusty, that man would spit in God's eye if he had the chance. Creating a child by hand and dumping it off onto someone else wasn't entirely out of character for him.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask."

And so they found themselves sneaking out of the brownstone (lord forbid any of their housemates found out about the baby. Billy was certain his mother would die of joy if he gave her a grandchild, science experiment or not) and into Venture Industries. Like always, it was empty aside from the one man crew they always keep. The elevator played old tunes nobody cared about as they decended to the lab. The Venture Tower was huge, gigantic really. If Rusty wasn't in the lab they weren't sure where else to check.

"Remember, if hes not at the lab, hes probably at the bar."

"Oh yeah, definitely."

The elevator doors opened and the baby stirred. Pete tried gently rocking her in hope she would fall back asleep, but instead she started crying.

"Nice work."

"Im trying my best here, Pally!"

"What the hell is that noise?" Rusty was indeed in the lab, and he didn't look too excited to see his employees here on their day off. Billy and White walked over to the large computer where Rusty was and the other man eyed the baby with disdain.

"Aw, you two decided to adopt?"

"Dont be a dick, Rust. This is serious!"

"We have no clue who left us this baby." Billy began. White almost wanted to mention it was addressed to him, not both of them, but he figured it wouldn't do any good. "She just showed up on our doorstep this morning. The note had no return address or anything."

"So why are you here instead of an orphanage or something?" Rusty took off his glasses and started cleaning them off on his shirt.

"We dont know why someone left us a baby. If they had just left it on our doorstep, thats one thing. But they left a note with our address on it. They know us. Its a mystery."

"Billy the only mystery here is why someone decided to leave their child in your care." He put his glasses back on and his features softened, but only a bit. "Maybe someone decided your relationship needed a little extra something." He joked.

Billy groaned.

"Look, I say you two give it up to the nearest orphanage and be on your merry way. But..." He looked pointedly at them. "If you want to keep it, I can get Brock to pick up some essentials."

White looked down at the girl in his arms. He had been bouncing her steadily in an attempt to get her to quiet down. She quieted down a bit, but was still making little noises of interest. He guessed that was fair, not many people get to hang out in a lab with an albino, his dwarf best friend, and their washed up boy adventurer boss. He noticed now that she had big, almond shaped green eyes. He had never really wanted kids, but he realized he didn't like the idea of dropping her off at an orphanage. What would happen to her? Would she get adopted into a loving family, or would she grow up in foster care? It hit him that Rusty was actually being nice for once, offering help.

"Yeah, that would be good. Thanks Rust."

Billy eyed White while Rusty called Brock and explained the situation the best he could. The bodyguard made an odd face at the details, but complied with his employers request and announced he would be back from the store in about 20 minutes.

"Are you sure we can do this?" Billy whispered.

"Yeah. Just until we find her parents." White answered.

"What are you two whispering about?" Rusty asked in a mock whisper. "Baby names?"

"Im not sure if we should name her. We'll get too attached." Billy noted.

"Well what should we call her?" White asked.

"We'll just call her baby. Or the baby." Billy answered.

Rusty chimed in with who he named his kids after, one of which happened to be a musical artist.

"Oh no, we are not naming her after a musical artist." Billy decided.

"Why not? I think a baby named Sting would be pretty cool."

"You would."

"What? Who would you prefer? Wu Tang Clan?"

"You know Wu Tang Clan means a lot to me!"

"Will you two stop arguing over which band to name your kid after?" Rusty interjected. "Although for the record, I think Celine Dion would be a decent name."

"No." Billy ruled out. "White cries everytime we watch Titanic."

"I do not!"

"Besides, we're not keeping her forever. Just until we can find her real parents."

As if on queue, the baby decided to start crying.

Rusty plugged his ears. "Ugh, I thought I was done with all this years ago. Where's Brock with those supplies?"

"I think she might need to be changed." White suggested.

"Do either of you two know how to change a baby?" Rusty asked.

"Rusty please." Billy assured. "I am a self taught neurogeneticist. I think I can handle changing a diaper."

Billy could teach himself how to preform any surgery in conditions that would make an expert go insane, yet dealing with a baby's diaper was indeed beyond him. Brock walked both of them through the process with ease, having dealt with Hank and Dean years beforehand.

"So,uh. You guys decide to adopt?"

"No." They both answered together.

"She was left on our doorstep." Billy clarified. "We're looking for her real parents."

"Good luck with that." Brock said, handing the baby to Billy. "There are a few million people in New York."

"What else are we supposed to do?" White asked.

"Get a book on parenting." Brock recommended. After a moment he added: "Don't clone her."

"Wasn't planning on it." White clarified. He turned to Billy. "Where are we gonna keep her?"

"I guess in our room for now."

"What about your mom? I don't think we can keep it from her forever."

"We'll just say we found her on the street or something."

It sounded like a good idea, but something was still nagging a him. Something White couldn't place. Brock seemed to notice.

"Im sure you two will get it all figured out. You two have basically been Hank and Deans weird uncles for years now. Im sure you'll be fine."

"Thanks Brock." Billy smiled. White's expression lightened up a bit. If Brock Sampson said everything was gonna be alright, then everything was gonna be alright.