a/n Big thanks to everyone who has favorited or followed this story. I've updated my profile to show pictures of what I have in mind for how Megan looks. Please read review and enjoy!
"Follow me."
Quinn followed Megan out to the parking lot. The music from the club penetrated from the walls and into the otherwise quiet night air.
"You following or riding with me?" Megan asked as she neared her '81 Mustang Gia.
"Not leaving my bike here sweetheart." Quinn told her.
"Alright than follow my car."
"Could always ride bitch." Quinn suggested.
"Maybe next time. Follow me." Megan said as she climbed in her car and turned the engine over. Megan drove confidently into Baton Rouge pulling into a Super Eight parking lot and into one of the empty spaces. Quinn eased his bike into the space next to her.
"A Super8? What no white picket fence?" Quinn asked as he killed his bike.
"Easier to kick someone out of your bed when you can just leave." Megan said as she climbed out of her car and began walking to the building. She let her stride fall in to a casual swaying walk that allowed her ass to twitch appreciatively. A bubble of excitement began to fill in her stomach it had been months since she'd gotten laid.
"One room please." She politely asked the desk clerk. As the clerk grabbed the registration book to see what rooms were available Quinn came up behind Megan grabbing her hips and pulling her flush against him.
"We have a single queen bed open is that alright?" The board clerk asked. Megan began to slowly roll her hips causing Quinn to groan under his breath.
"That sounds perfect, we'll take it."
"Ok $22.50." The clerk droned.
"Here." Megan started as she began to slap down a credit card.
"No." Quinn's baritone voice came out as he knocked her hand away. "Here." He set two twenty-dollar bills on the counter.
"Big bad man cant let the little woman pay?" Megan joked.
"Nope, my mama raised me to treat a woman nice." Quinn deadpanned.
"Well I hope you forget that lesson tonight." Megan said as she turned her head up to face him.
"Think I can manage that just fine." Quinn told her.
"Room two twenty three, check out is at eleven am. Get to the room please." The clerk sounded board as if he saw the same actions every night. In his defense working the midnight shift at a cheap chain motel meant he probably did.
Quinn's massive hand engulfed the key and he pulled Megan down the hall and toward the stairwell. Once in the stairwell he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her thoroughly. Megan arched into him and returned the kiss, pulling back a bit to nip at his lower lip.
"We promised we'd make it to the room," she panted.
"No we were told to get to the room. I don't remember any promises," Quinn said as his club of a hand came to cup her breasts. He pushed open her cream pleather jacket and let his fingers play a staccato over the smooth service of her cotton tank top, feeling her nipples pebble through the thin fabric of her bra. He was positive she could feel his own growing arousal through his jeans.
"There's beds in hotel rooms, along with door frames." Megan pointed out.
"Fine lets go then." Quinn told her grabbing her by the waist and tossing her over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" Megan demanded laughing. Quinn ignored her until he found the room they'd been assigned. Keeping one hand on Megan's ass he grabbed the key he palmed earlier to unlock the door. Once in the room he tossed Megan down on the bed. Smiling down at her he pulled off his sweater. Following his example Megan pushed her jacket off her shoulders and began to shimmy her tank top over her head. Sitting on the bed clad only in her simple cotton bra she leaned back and motion for Quinn to come join her. He didn't waste any time to comply.
The next morning Megan woke up at ten am to the sound of a shower running. She pushed aside the cheap, scratchy motel blankets and grabbed the thin sheet. Drapping the sheet around her body she walked to the bathroom.
"Room for one more?" She asked.
"Always." Quinn told her. Megan let the sheet drop to the floor and climbed into the shower. She stepped into the warm spray and reached around the giant of a man to grab the flakey motel soap. As she pressed her tits against his chest she could feel him begin to twitch against her hip. She smiled to herself, his height wasn't the only giant thing about him.
Long after the water had run cold the two of them stood side by side in the bathroom toweling off.
"So I never asked where you were headed." Megan said curiously, "Or where you're from."
Quinn looked down at her before answering, "Headed to see my sister in Mobile, came from California."
"Long trip." Megan commented as she walked into the main room to hunt down her cloths, "You got about three hours left?"
"Yeah." Quinn answered her as he followed her.
"Larry's does a great breakfast. Its just down town." Megan told him as she gathered her cloths. Five minutes later she was dressed and on her way out the door.
"Where you headed?" Quinn asked.
"Home, where I don't have to wear a bra and can find clean underwear." Megan said pausing at the door.
"How about you join me for breakfast." He suggested.
A small smile played across Megan's lips. "Alright," she replied, "I'd like that."
"Lets go then."
Four hours later Quinn pulled into the driveway of his sisters place. As he killed his bike a blonde girl- about eight years old- ran out of the house.
"Uncle Rainy! You're here!" She yelled as she ran down the drive.
"Hey Lil Bill, I told you I'd be getting in today." Quinn said as he scooped her up, "Where's your mommy?" The little girls face fell from a happy smile into a pout.
"Mommy feels sick. She's in bed." She said in a sad voice.
"Is she? Lets go check on her." Quinn said as he walked toward the house, careful to keep any worry out of his voice. Quinn walked into the modest one story house. He noticed that all the shades were pulled and the house lay shrouded in darkness. He glanced into the kitchen off the entrance and saw dirty dishes piled up high in the sink. That wasn't like Annie. She kept her house meticulously clean. She embraced what their mother said about cleanliness is next to godliness. Quinn walked into the living room where a Sunday morning cartoon played quietly.
"What'cha watching sweetheart?" he asked as he set Lily down gently.
"Scooby-Doo!" Lily said excitedly yet still keeping her voice down. "Will you watch with me?" She asked.
"Sure honey, I'm just going to go say hi to your mom." Quinn told her.
"Ok but be quiet. She's resting." Lilly told her uncle with all the seriousness a small child can possess.
"I will be, pinky swear." Quinn said while holding out his pinky to the little girl. She hooked her pinky with his and nodded solemnly. Quinn walked though the living room and over to hallway that connected the main part of the house to the two bedrooms.
"Annie?" He called out softly treading gently on the soft-carpeted hall. He pushed open the master bedroom door. Instantly a stale, stank smell filled his noes. He saw a lump laying in the middle of the bed surrounded by pillows and buried under blankets. "Hey baby sis, what's going on hon?" This time he let his worry creepy fully into his voice.
"Hey big guy." The pillowed mountain croaked out. "Lily must be happy you're here."
"What's wrong Annie?" Quinn asked not wasting time with the bullshit.
"Just the flu." Annie moved herself up so she was sitting against the headboard. Her long blonde hair hung in greasy dreads around her face, her skin had paled to the point it held a slight yellow tinge. Quinn could see she'd lost weight, even in the almost dark light he could see how gaunt her cheeks had become.
"Sure, the flu, for how long?" He asked coming to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Just a few days." Annie said as she glanced away. Quinn knew his sister well enough to know that alone was a for sure sign she was lying to him.
"Bullshit baby sis. There's at least two weeks worth of dishes in the sink and Lil is out there watching cartoons after noon on a Sunday morning, still in her pajamas. Not to mention you look like shit girl. Stop lying and tell me the truth." Quinn sat down at the edge of the bed. He didn't expect to come here to this. He just wanted to clear his head a bit, spend sometime with his baby sis and niece. Annie stared him in the eye as if debating whether or not she could lie to her brother.
"Fuck Rane, its nothing just haven't been feeling all that great lately."
"How long."
"Two weeks, maybe a bit more."
"Shit Annie, have you gone to the doctor?" Quinn demanded running his hand through his hair.
"Ha, like I got the money. I'm a secretary at a legal firm. I can't afford the doctor right now." Annie let out a weak, bitter laugh.
"Call Lily's sitter. We're going today. I'll pay and drive your god damn cage." Quinn told her, "You feel up to showering?"
"No Rane, I'm fine. I swear." Annie tried to protest.
"No your not Annie. We're going today. You don't have to agree. You're so damn weak right now that I could pick you up and get you in the car before you even thought of struggling. We're going girl."
"Rane…" Annie began to protest.
"Stop arguing. We're leaving as soon as the sitter gets here. Remember I know where you keep your address book. Plus the number for the doctor and sitter are on the fridge. I'm going to go call them." Quinn pushed himself up off the bed and walked back to the kitchen. He grabbed the corded phone from off the hook and walked over to the fridge, dialing as he went.
"Hello?" A female voice came over the phone.
"Hi, is Amy there?" Quinn asked.
"Speaking." The voice said.
"Hi Amy, I'm Rane, Annie's brother. She's pretty sick and I need to take her to the doctor. I know its short notice but I could pay double your normal rate." Quinn told her.
"Yeah I can come over today," Amy said. "What time?"
"How about an hour?" Quinn asked her.
"Sure, I'll have my boyfriend drop me off." Amy replied.
"Thanks Amy. We'll see you than." Rane hung up the phone and quickly dialed the doctor's number listed on the fridge.
"Doctor Adams office, Shirley speaking." The secretary's voice came over the phone sounding bright and chipper. Quinn never understood how the broads sounded so damn happy all the time. Annoyed him to no end.
"Hello, I need to make an emergency appointment for Anna Renee Quinn as soon as possible today." He said.
"Ok," The receptionist said Quinn could hear her grabbing the appointment book off the shelf, "Alright Doctor Adams has an opening today at 4pm, its his last appointment. Does that work for Anna?"
"Yeah we can be there." Quinn said. As he went to put the phone back in its cradle he could hear the receptionist saying something more. Frankly he didn't give a damn he had the appointment and to hell with the rest. He turned to walk back down the hallway. "Called Amy, she'll be here in an hour, called the doctor you got an appointment in hour and a half." He told her bluntly.
Annie nodded from her bed. "Thank you Rane."
"You're welcome baby sis. You clean up if you feel up to it. I'll go play with the kid till the sitter gets here." Quinn stayed in the room long enough to see Annie nod before he left again to go find his niece.
"Uncle Rainy!" She called as soon as he walked into the room, "Come and watch Scooby-Doo with me! You promised."
"I did didn't I sweetheart, lets watch some." Quinn sat down on the couch next to Lily, "Hey how do you feel about Amy coming over to play with you for a bit?"
"I like Amy, she's fun. Where are you and Mommy going?" Lily asked.
"I'm going to take your mommy to the Doctor." Quinn told her, he'd never seen the point in trying to lie to children. Clever little bastards they were.
Lily nodded, "I have to go to the doctor to when I'm sick. Will the doctor make Mommy better?"
"I think so kiddo. But lets watch some Scooby-Doo until Amy gets here." Quinn said to distract her.
"Ok. I'm glad you're here Uncle Rainy." Lily said.
"Me too kiddo me too."
Three hours later Quinn was sitting on his sister's porch with a beer in his hand. The doctor's words playing over in his head-
Might not be anything… want to run further tests…. Can someone stay with you… might be nothing… but we want to be sure…
Fuck his baby sister really was sick. He thought she'd caught a bug, just a virus that needed some antibiotics, nothing scary, nothing that could really hurt her. Fuck, he couldn't stay with her. He needed to go back to Charming. Besides he wasn't exactly equipt to play Mr. Mom to his niece. He'd have to find someone, maybe a friend of hers. Go from there, after this week though. He could stay for the week. See what the test results were. For now he sat on the porch and drank his beer convincing himself that Annie was fine. After all the Quinn's were a tough breed.
One week later on Saturday afternoon Quinn sat in the doctor's office holding his sister's hand.
"So what's the verdict?" Annie asked forcing herself to ask.
"Well Anna, I'm afraid the tests weren't what we hoped they would be." Doctor Adams said sadly not looking her in the eye instead staring at the file in his hand.
"What is it?" Annie demanded.
"I'm sorry, Anna, its cancer. You have leukemia. Now there's a lot we can do now, things that we couldn't do in the past. We can get you started on chemo therapy, but its not going to be easy." Doctor Adams stated. "The chemo is going to make you pretty sick. Do you have someone that can move in with you?"
"I… I don't know. Maybe someone from church but how do I ask someone to do that?" Annie said.
"I can come stay for bits at a time also." Quinn assured her. Inside his mind was reeling, his baby sister was sick- dying even. How the fuck was he supposed to deal with that. She didn't have a man at home. Hadn't had one ever since her no good piece of shit ex ran off with some fucking whore. Fucker hadn't even seen his own kid in five years. Quinn switched over to autopilot, listening to the doctor explain treatment options and side effects. After the visit he helped Annie back to the car. They drove back to her house in silence for most of the way.
"It's going to be ok Quinn. I'm going to be alright." Annie said, her voice barely quivering.
"I know baby sis, Quinn's are strong stock." Quinn replied forcing himself to keep his own fear and worry out of his voice. Later that night after Lily and Annie had both gone to bed Quinn wandered into the kitchen and grabbed the phone off the cradle. He let it ring as he paced up and down the small space.
"Hello?" His president's voice came over the phone.
"Hey brother its me." Quinn said.
"Hey brother, how's your sister?" Clay asked.
"Not good. You know that Nomad thing you mentioned? I want in. I need to be able to come up here as often as possible." Quinn told him.
"No problem brother, family comes first. I'm calling in the other presidents to come in and take a vote on creating the charter. They'll be here end of the week. You'll be here to?"
"Yeah, I'll leave here day after tomorrow, gotta set something up for my sister first." Quinn said.
"Take your time brother, just get here."
"Alright, see you in a few days."
The next morning Quinn called Mrs. Cobbs, the older lady from Annie's church who'd watch Lily during the day some times. Sixty-five years old and a widow Mrs. Cobbs was more than happy to come stay with Annie for a while. It made her feel useful she said. It wasn't perfect but Quinn decided it was the best he could do for now. If the Nomad charter was created he could start doing jobs for other charters, bringing more money in. Plus Annie had some health insurance to cover treatments from her job at the law firm.
Monday evening Quinn kissed his sisters head and hugged his niece.
"I'll be back as soon as I can hon," he told Annie.
"Don't worry about us we'll be fine." She assured him.
"I got some club stuff to handle, after that I'll be back." He told her.
"Will you just get on your damn bike and leave already. Cant do anything to get rid of you it seems." Annie's smile took any bite out of her words. Quinn smiled back knowing that she was just trying to put him at ease. Quinn hugged each of them one last time before climbing on his bike.
Megan was the only bartender on duty Monday. Monday's were slow days anyway. Most of the girls who worked Friday and Saturday didn't bother coming in, they were to hung over to bother coming for the bread crumbs Monday's brought in. Hell even focused on mellower music bringing about a more relaxed atmosphere to the club. Nine pm brought all of ten customers sipping drink. Still riding the high of the great sex she had a week before Megan sang along to the old rock tune that played from the jukebox. She could feel the slight draft that blew in as the door opened and someone entered the bar.
"I'll be right with ya sugar." Megan said without looking up as she quickly wiped down the far end of the bar.
"Take your time." Quinn said. Megan looked up at the familiar voice and a small smile broke out across her face.
"Well looked what the cat dragged in. What can I get you?" She asked.
"Double diamonds for now." Quinn told her.
"And later?"
"How about another go round?"
a/n 2 if people want I can add photos of Annie and Lily also.