A/N: Thank you kindly for the reviews and the things that I should improve on, I took them all very seriously. Hopefully this chapter is better than the last one. Also… this may have been inspired from watching too much Grey's over my exam break, so whoever guessed that it felt like Greys, that's why! Also I know I said AU, but I wanted something from the past so I incorporated Lucy's story and I think I will bring in her pregnancy but with another guy etc later on in the story.

Chapter 2

"Some Nights"

Quinn had spent the night, monitoring this baby and also trying to find her father or other mother. They didn't know the mothers name, they had lost all identification of her, and so Quinn sat in the babies' ward, scrolling through hundreds of recently added missing cases.

How could someone suddenly not notice that his or her wife… girlfriend, soon to be mother of their child, was gone?

Just in a split second, they were there and then boom, they're lying in a black bag in the hospital morgue with a nametag stating they had no idea who she was or where she was from.

It made Quinn question whether anyone would notice if she were suddenly gone.

Probably annoying Rachel girl would suddenly realize that she had no one to deeply piss off and would report her missing.

It was day two, officially, of her intern career and she felt fine.

She had other things to do, but in between stitching and cleaning up vomit, her one true concern was little Jane Doe.

She was standing at a nurse's station, her feet were aching, and her eyes were drooping when she felt a presence standing beside her. She looked up, a boy with Mohawk and the stupidest grin on his face was looking down at her.

"Name's Puck." Quinn raised an eyebrow and shook his outreached hand.

There was no lie; this boy was very, very handsome. He had that rugged, bad boy image and Quinn had to inhale just to remind herself to breathe.

Quinn was also picturing him without his scrubs and that really did not help the breathing situation.

"Quinn." She murmured back before picking up her chart and reading through her baby's vitals one more time. Little Jane Doe wasn't doing as well as they hoped and they had no idea why.

Quinn could smell Puck and it was very, very distracting. Smelt like beer, cigarettes and sex. Oh dear god.

"Did you want to get a drink after this?" Quinn looked up. His smirk was still there, and his eyes were playful.

The last time she had sex was three months ago with her last boyfriend. Her first and last boyfriend is sounded like. She was turning into an old maid that just studied and hung out at bars by herself, but god she needed a release. After spending the day with Neonatal hottie she was starting to become a bit antsy.

"Uh, no sorry. I have too much work to do." She murmured, scratching her neck like as if there was a scratch. She did have a scratch that oh so needed to be scratched somewhere else.

"Sorry I wasn't being forward enough. I don't do dates, but you're hot and we're all too busy saving lives that there's no time for action." He was leaning down on the counter beside her, his arm brushing against hers.

It was warm, too warm. Breathe, Fabray.

"Sorry?" Quinn asked, not really sure if she was imagining what he was saying.

"I'm saying is, you're hot. I'm hot. You want a guy to fuck, I'll be up for it." Quinn stared at him. A fuck buddy. She had never had a fuck buddy before. It sounded strangely appealing.

"You know what-" He started, but Quinn put her hand on his arm and gave it a small squeeze. It barely even squeezed it was so packed with muscle.

"I'll let you know." Quinn murmured with a quirk of her eyebrow, tugging her bottom lip with her teeth.

If I'm feeling so hot and bothered from working with Neonatal, Sam, Dr Evans whatever his name is, I may as well use this as an opportunity to… do something about it.

He smirked and she smirked a little back before turning and walking off in the direction towards her baby's room. It was when she was actually on her way she saw Neonatal watching her.

His eyes were almost… disappointed. She frowned and before she could do anything, her pager went off alarming her of a 911 involving little Jane Doe. She looked up and Sam was gone.

When she entered the room, it was already packed with people working on the baby.

"Took you long enough, did Tarzan distract you with some apples to pick?" It was southern and sweet and she knew the owner.

His eyes were trained on the monitor, but he probably had felt her presence when she walked in. Tarzan? Since when did Puck look like Tarzan? Since when did Sam use Disney characters to describe interns?

"Will you stop thinking and start working!" It was true. She had been staring at him for almost half a minute, getting her thoughts altogether before he interrupted her.

Clearly not helping to the situation.

What situation though?

Well besides the fact that she was now pumping this baby's chest, she guessed it was the situation that Sam was now calling an intern Tarzan.

An intern she's pretty sure he's never met.

An intern she just flirted, well, yes she flirted with.

Was Neonatal hottie jealous?

She shook her head to rid of her ridiculous thoughts and focused on pressing her fingers against little Jane Doe's chest. Every time she pressed, she could hear it on the monitor. Her heart wasn't beating by itself. Come on little Jane Doe, come on.

"We're shocking her!" She heard another doctor yell, just making Quinn nod. She kept her eyes on that baby's face. Focusing. Memorizing it for some reason.

"Come on Jane." She whispered.

"Clear!" She stepped back and Sam had these tiny paddles, pressed up against her tiny body. Her hand rested on his arm as he shocked her and all of a sudden she was back.

Her heart was beating, but it wasn't beating as well as they hoped. Sam looked at her, a bead of sweat rolling off the top of his eyebrow.

"That's how you save a life." He murmured, stepping down and removing his gloves. He threw them away and walked out of the room.

He should be celebrating, right? He should be happy that he saved a life, so why did he look so down?

She pulled off her gloves and followed him down the hallway, grabbing his hand and tugging him into an empty on-call room.

"What is going on?" Quinn whisper yelled as she shut the door. Sam just looked at her with no emotion. It was like a completely different Sam.

"That's no way to speak to your attending." He murmured. Oh no, he does not get to play that card.

"Don't you dare. Yesterday we saved that baby and you said you see me, which by the way makes no fucking sense and also you act like we're not in the hospital, we're not doctors and we're not of different job rankings so I suggest whatever is going on with you-" Quinn wasn't yelling at him. It was more a rant of feelings that she had been feeling since their meeting out by the board. Worse than their meeting after they saved little Jane Doe. So it wasn't a surprise to Quinn that he interrupted her rambling.

"My wife died." He stated clearly, making Quinn freeze. "And you were the first person who looked at me and made me feel alive. You saw me and now you're flirting with an ape of intern who probably just wants to fuck you, but I want to feel you." He ran his hand over his face, his breathing becoming laboured. "I can't. I'm not allowed, but when I went home last night. I slept and I dreamt of you."

Quinn just stared at him, her mouth agape.

"I-I don't understand. Me?" Quinn stuttered, her hand resting on her heart.

"I slept for the first time in a very long time because of you and I don't even understand it myself." He murmured, his voice sounding defeated as he took in Quinn's frozen form. "I'll put you off my service so you don't feel uncomfortable anymore, I apologise if I have."

Quinn stared at him. It was day two of her intern career and one of the most attractive, intelligent and also sensitive attendings was telling her that he wanted to feel her.

Sam really needs to work on his words though, because sometimes she has no idea what he's saying.

Sam's standing there, crushed, and all Quinn can think of doing is to hold him.

Then Quinn thinks about how it's day two of her intern career and she'll get thrown out. Then she sees his eyes, just like she had yesterday.

It almost felt like that day was so long ago.

Quinn stepped forward, putting her hands on his chest and felt how hard his heart was beating.

"Don't. I feel anything but uncomfortable when you're around." She whispered, her eyes darting all over his face. Sam's eyes were sad, so sad. "Actually half the time I can barely think, I feel like I'm suddenly in middle school and I've got this crush on this super cute boy who thinks I'm cute, well I don't know, do you?" Quinn was rambling, her eyes actually focused on his mouth before she turned her gaze to look at his eyes.

He looked more amused than freaked out. "Oh god, I'm rambling. I'm so sorry."

Then Sam smiled.

It was one of those smiles that remind you from that old guy in the Notebook where he's just staring and smiling at the love of his life.

That freaked Quinn out a bit.

"I think you're beautiful." Sam murmured quietly, the smirk still there. "But please don't call me cute." Quinn laughed and put her hands on her neck, standing back.

"You have golden retriever scrubs, I think I can call you cute."

"You're an intern. I have power over you, so I say you can't call me cute." He murmured, his voice low and so soothing. Quinn quirked an eyebrow at him.

"So I'd never be top then?" Quinn smirked back, making Sam's eyebrows shoot up and he let out a nervous laugh.

"I tell you about my dead wife, it's your second day as an intern and we're already talking about sex positions?" Quinn just couldn't help but smirk. It was easy with Sam. He just needed some light. A light to help him through the dark.

Quinn just shrugged her shoulders, putting her hands in her coat pockets.

"I think dinner." Quinn murmured and Sam nodded, smiling slowly.

"I think so too." He murmured back. Quinn watched as his eyes wandered to her lips before making it back up to her eyes. "You know we'll get shot."

"As long as the sex's good, I don't mind." Quinn murmured as she walked to the door, making sure she pushed her ass out a little as she did. She looked over her shoulder to see it worked; his eyes were still there.

"Sure." He murmured back. "I'll pick you up at after our hypoplastic." Quinn lit up. Another surgery? Maybe there were some perks for dating/sleeping/talking about feelings with an attending.

"On our Jane Doe?" Quinn murmured with a small smile.

"On our Jane Doe." Sam empathised our and she just gave him one more smile before leaving the on call room.

Right on 7 o'clock after Quinn's first 48-hour shift as a surgical intern at the Wesley Teaching Hospital, she walked down to the main entrance and found Sam. He was wearing a blue button down shirt, black pants and was carrying his grey coat over his arm.

Quinn herself was dressed quite simply. A purple v-neck sweater and jeans. It hugged her figure in all the right places and she could tell that Sam was appreciating it.

She didn't know a thing about Sam, she realised. She knew he worked in Paeds, he worked with babies and children. Curious as to what made him choose that speciality. She'd have to ask him tonight.

"You tired?" Sam asked her as she approached him and she just smiled, shrugging one of her shoulders.

"Almost." She replied and he smiled back, putting his hands in his pockets as he led her outside.

"I'm really looking forward to this." Quinn murmured as she walked beside him. It wasn't cold, but she could feel his heat radiating beside him and it made her feel strangely comfortable.

"Me too." They continued walking until Sam stopped in front of a black and white 67' Mustang. Quinn just gawked at it. He must be paid a lot. Sam opened the door for her, closed it gently as she slid in and Quinn watched him walk around the car.

This car was beautiful, not that Quinn was a car junkie, but it was that type of car that reminded her of beach trips and sunshine. She was too distracted to notice Sam was already pulling out of the hospital parking lot, his hand firmly on the gear stick.

"I bought it off my Dad when I turned 21." Sam murmured when they were finally on the road. He had noticed Quinn's interest when she gawked at the sight of the car.

Quinn was still tracing her finger over the leather on her seat and finally found his eyes. His hair was stuck up, probably when he slid into the car, but his eyes were lit up, as if it was Christmas.

"When I was 21 I didn't even have a life." Quinn murmured and it made Sam laugh. His laugh was light, but it sounded like something he didn't do a lot.

"He was moving to Oregon and thinking of just selling it, but I've loved this car for so long. We'd spend afternoons just trying to fix it."

"Grease monkey are we?" Quinn said with a smile. Even in the dark light of the car, she could see his grin.

"You may say that."

After a few more minutes of driving, Sam pulled into a small looking restaurant or bar type place. Quinn couldn't tell. She couldn't really hear the music when she stepped out of the car, but it didn't feel formal.

Sam locked up and pulled on his coat as he led her inside. Quinn didn't expect it. It looked like a bar… but the atmosphere was nowhere near it. There was a bar, a stage where a girl was singing, but she couldn't quite make out the song that she was singing. It was soft and it wasn't too loud so they could talk.

"Drink?" Sam murmured in her ear, making her shiver. She hadn't noticed how close he was.

"Please. Anything with vodka." He nodded and directed her to a small booth in the back while he grabbed them some drinks.

It was strange, seeing him out of the hospital. She met him in the hospital, she had only done things with him in the hospital and if she guessed right, he was feeling exactly the same. Plus, it was day two officially of her career and she knew that if anyone found out about their relationship there could be complications.

Although relationship was a long word to stretch to this situation. Sam finally came back, he'd got her a fire engine and it was just what she needed.

"Do you like fish?" He asked as she sipped. She finally nodded, putting down her drink that tasted oh so good.

"Love it." He smiled and nodded over at the bartender who just grinned. Quinn quirked an eyebrow at the interaction and Sam just laughed.

"I used to work here, a long time ago." He leant forward, taking a sip of his beer. She hadn't noticed that he had unbuttoned a few of his shirt buttons when he left her at the booth. No chest hair, but she could see definition.

"So Quinn Fabray, you just moved here?"

"Mhmm, I love L.A. already."

"Compared to?"

"Lima, Ohio." Sam just smiled and Quinn watched as his fingers traced over the watermark from his beer. "You?"

"I'm from Texas." Quinn let out an ohh, and nodded. He just raised an eyebrow at her response.

"Your accent. I was figuring it out." Sam nodded in understanding before taking another sip of his beer. Quinn was curious though, he had explained why he had picked her to do the surgery, but it was day 1. How could she have been allowed to do that, at all?

"Can I ask you something?" Quinn murmured as their meals arrived. Fish and Chips. Interesting. This was turning out to be the weirdest date she's ever had. She was used to restaurants and wine. Lots of wine.

"Sure."

"Why me?" She watched Sam's reaction. He was currently putting salt on, more like pouring salt onto his chips, but when she asked he eyes fell to his plate. "I know you told me you saw me and that stuff with your dead wife, but truly, why me?" He started to smile slowly, taking a chip and popping one into his mouth. He truly wasn't getting it.

"Why won't you get that I think you're beautiful and smart and just amazing and that someone like me would like to take you out?" He murmured, taking a sip of his beer. Quinn hadn't even touched her meal yet.

"I don't get it because there's hundreds of girls that are prettier than me, probably not smarter, but I'm not that amazing." Quinn said as she reached down to pop chip into her mouth. Oh god it was amazing.

"Quinn I think you're really hot. Like insane hot. And I saw you talking to that Puck douche, and something in my gut clenched. I haven't felt that in a long time." He murmured, using his knife to cut himself a bit of fish, but before he took a bite he lifted his eyes to hers. Holding her gaze.

"You don't even know me." Quinn muttered.

"I know that Quinn isn't your first name." He murmured and Quinn gasped. She stared at him, her eyes starting to sting with tears. He had gone through her files?

"What is wrong with you? Why would you do that?" Quinn started gathering her things, wanting to leave. Wanting him not to see the tears, but he reached over, grabbing her hand. It was warm and rough and she didn't budge.

"Quinn, I didn't read your files. It was on the form that we had to sign. It had your first name written on it. Please, stay." Quinn frowned, trying to remember if she saw it. Her mind drew blank, she could only remember seeing Sam's name for the first time. "If I knew you were going to react like that, I wouldn't have mentioned it. I just thought, you know, if I mentioned something that I thought was so little you would be impressed. Please, I'm sorry."

Quinn really didn't know what to think. Her heart was pounding. She had reacted badly. She could have obviously shrugged it off and claimed it was just that she didn't like the name.

"I'm sorry." Quinn shook her head and leant back, dropping her things and leaning forward. She licked her lips, trying to get rid of how dry they were.

"It's a story that I really don't want to tell."

"That's okay. You don't have to tell it, not now anyway." Sam said as he pulled his hand back. His eyes were focused on hers, holding her gaze.

Quinn really didn't want to tell Lucy to him, she didn't want anyone to know about her.

She had come to L.A. to be as far as possible from her old self. To forget what had happened and start anew.

After a few moments Quinn finally calmed. She had so many thoughts racing through her head that she totally forgot where she was and what she was doing. It happened just earlier before when little Jane Doe coded.

"I didn't mean to freak out, I'm sorry." Sam opened his mouth to say something but she shook her head, silencing him. "It's our first date and I really want to get to know you, but there are some things that I don't want to tell you. Do you understand?" Sam nodded, taking a sip of his beer.

"Yes. I'm the same."

A few hours later after they'd spent talking endlessly about how they were going to find Jane Doe's father, all Quinn could feel were her hormones and Sam's hands. They were everywhere. He was everywhere.

Suddenly his lips where on her clavicle, pushing her sweater off her shoulder and then next his hands were running down to her ass.

It was fast, she knew it, but to be quite honest she felt like she had been waiting for this.

Been waiting for someone to make her feel so good she couldn't even walk the next day.

She couldn't even tell they were in his apartment until she had her shirt off and was now lying half naked on top of his bed.

She felt suddenly shy, all those moments of imagining this moment and talking about this moment she was suddenly, so shy.

She felt Lucy resurface and she wanted to run.

Then his lips were at her ear, his hand on her stomach.

"Stop thinking. Think about me." He whispered before his hands trailed to her jeans, unbuttoning them slowly. Her brain switched off and on and now the only thought that was on her mind was Sam.

"You're beautiful." He whispered and she couldn't suppress the moan as he grinded his erection into her and slowly slid into her.

She was on fire and so was he. For the first time in a long time.

I don't know why but I always hate my endings, anyway, reviews are always welcome!