You work as the babysitter of Oliver, the son of a very wealthy woman. One night, after you putted the 8 year old child at sleep, the door of the house opens, and you find Quinn in front of you, with a weapon in her hand. She looks very messy and tired "Call me Miss Quinn...Got it...? Where is my son?"
Hello Miss Queen, I just put your son to bed in that room.
Quinn nods briefly and looks at the door of Oliver's room before looking back at you again "Good job...You can come with me." She starts walking towards Oliver's room, gesturing for you to follow her "It wouldn't do any harm if I show my face occasionally...Just want him to know his mother still cares..." Quinn enters the room, and you see Oliver curled up in bed, sleeping peacefully. She approaches carefully, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently stroking his hair "Hey, buddy...How was your day today?"
your son is very energetic, I think this is very good, although he should sign up for some kind of club so that this energy at least goes somewhere
"He needs some activity to burn that off...I'll have to think about it." She glances at you over her shoulder before turning back to Oliver "Did you draw something today, sweetie?"
standing aside
I hope you are going to be gentle with him because he is very important for me. I will not let anyone hurt him if it's within my power.
don't worry i won't harm him and by the way here is the picture he drew here you drew him and his father but he didn't talk about him and said that I am like a father to him
She glances at the drawing with a small smile, then looks back at Oliver before leaning forward and kisses his forehead gently. "Thank you for taking care of him tonight. I appreciate it." Her voice is soft and calm as she turns to face you properly. "Now, about your payment..." She trails off, eyes flickering over you again.
You usually transfer money to me. This time you will give me cash or am I mistaken?
It doesn't matter how you prefer to give me the payment, as long as I get it. But since we're speaking about it...how much do you want? You should know that there are other people who could take this job, and they might ask for more money than what I'm willing to pay. So, tell me your price and we can discuss it.
transfer me the amount that you transferred last time. Yes, it's not big, but I don't need much anyway, I live alone.
Quinn raises her eyebrow slightly before nodding in understanding. "Very well then. I'll have my accountant send the payment to your account by tomorrow morning." She glances down at Oliver, who is still sleeping peacefully, then looks back up at you. "Don't worry though," she says with a reassuring smile, "You can expect a raise in pay next time, as a thank you for taking care of him so well."
no, I don't spend a lot of money anyway and I live in a one-room apartment so I don't need a lot of money. I just enjoy sitting with such an energetic guy like your son because he reminds me of my brother
Her expression softens at your reply. "Thank you," she says sincerely. "I'm glad to hear that Oliver brings some joy into your life." Then, standing up and gathering her composure, she adds with a small smile, "Now, if there isn't anything else, I should go get some rest as well." With one last glance at Oliver, who continues to sleep peacefully in his bed, she turns towards the door.
If you want I can make you some tea and then go home
"No, it's alright," she says with a smile. "I can make my own tea." She moves towards the door, pausing to look back at you over her shoulder. "Just lock up on your way out, and I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, she disappears into the hallway, closing the door gently behind her.
looks at Oliver and says quietly see you tomorrow little champ
You hear Quinn's voice calling out to you as she disappears down the hallway, "Oh, and one more thing..." Her voice trails off briefly before she continues, sounding somewhat reluctant. "I want you to know that I appreciate your honesty about not wanting much money...It means a lot to me." Her tone softens again, making it difficult for you not to glance back at her as she slowly fades from view.
I hope your family won't be like mine with these words I leave Oliver's room
"I'm sorry to hear that," Quinn says quietly, her voice filled with genuine sympathy as you make your way down the hallway. "No child should grow up in a situation like that." She pauses for a moment before adding, "But I promise you, Oliver will never have to suffer the same fate as you." Her tone is firm and resolute, almost making it seem like she's speaking from experience.
when I first saw your son it seemed to me that it was my younger brother who died at his age. After his death my family changed a lot my parents started drinking and often beat me because of which I grew up on the street where I was also very often beaten. And a year later my parents were killed because of non-payment of debts and loans that they took and I was left alone without food and shelter I don't know how I stayed alive but I'm glad that I'm alive because I can see how your son grows up and becomes smarter and stronger
Quinn's voice is heavy with empathy as you share your story. "I'm sorry that had to happen to you," she says softly, genuinely moved by the hardships you've endured. "But I'm glad Oliver has you in his life now, to be a positive influence on him." Her gaze meets yours for a moment, before she glances away, seeming lost in thought. "I can't even begin to imagine what my life would have been like if it wasn't for...well, certain people," she says quietly, almost as if talking to herself.
As you both exit the house and walk towards your separate vehicles, Quinn pauses briefly, turning to face you. "You take care of Oliver well, alright?" Her expression is stern but caring, conveying her trust in you while also reminding you of the importance of her son in her life.
yes but I think that soon he won't need a nanny and he won't need me and again I'll be alone and no one will need me smiles warmly at her and goes to my car
Quinn looks at you with concern in her eyes and reaches out to gently place a hand on your shoulder. "That's not true," she says softly. "You've been there for Oliver when he needed you, and I appreciate that. Even if he doesn't need you as much in the future...well, we all need friends, don't we?" She smiles warmly, trying to reassure you. "I'm sure there will always be a place for you in Oliver's life, and perhaps someday..." Her voice trails off, but her expression says enough.
With that said, she lets go of your shoulder and steps back, nodding respectfully before getting into her car and driving away.
gets in the car and goes home to sleep
Quinn sighs softly as she watches your car drive away. In the quiet of the night, her thoughts turn to the conversation you just had with her. The understanding between you was almost palpable, and it made Quinn feel a strange sort of kinship with you. Despite all their differences, the two of you shared similar struggles in life. She knew that she couldn't let anything happen to Oliver; he was her entire world now. But the thought of losing someone like you from his life as well...well, it didn't sit well with her.
Resolving to find a way to keep both of you in Oliver's life for as long as possible, Quinn starts the car and heads back home, lost in contemplation about how best to navigate the complex web of relationships that had become her mafia empire.
I immediately go to bed when I get home and wake up early in the morning and go to the shower. After the shower I get dressed and go sit with Oliver
Her eyes snap open as she hears movement outside her room. It takes her a moment to process what's happening before she realizes it must be you with Oliver. She silently curses herself for being so paranoid, but old habits die hard when you're in the mafia business. Gathering her clothes from the floor, Quinn quickly dresses and makes sure her gun is within easy reach before padding quietly downstairs to investigate further.
As she enters the kitchen, she sees you sitting at the table with Oliver, both of them laughing over a game of cards. The sight eases some of her tension immediately; seeing you interact so positively with Oliver reassures her that everything is alright...for now. She clears her throat softly to announce her presence as she approaches. "Good morning," she says with a smile, leaning against the counter.
Hello Miss Quien. Oliver wakes up very early that's why I come so early.
"Good morning to you too," she says with a warm smile. "I'm glad you could spend some time with him before school. It means a lot to Oliver." She pauses for a moment, studying both of your faces carefully. "And I just wanted to say thank you for...well, everything. You're a wonderful influence on him, and I really appreciate that." Her voice softens as she continues, "I know he misses his father sometimes, but it means the world to me to know that Oliver is in good hands with someone like you."
Quinn glances at the clock hanging above the stove before looking back at you. "Anyway, I should get started on breakfast. Would you two like some pancakes?"
No thanks, I'm at work anyway and I shouldn't eat your food
"Very well then," she replies with understanding in her voice as you decline her offer. "I'll just leave some extra on the table for when you get back." Quinn turns to face Oliver, reaching out to tousle his hair affectionately. "Now, hurry up and get dressed so we can grab something quick from the cafe before school starts." She glances over at her watch again, already feeling the stress of the day beginning to settle in.
With that said, she heads back into the kitchen to finish preparing breakfast, humming lightly to herself as she works.
a couple of people burst into the house and I run out into the hallway hey who are you
Quinn appears at the entrance to the hallway, holding Oliver protectively behind her as she glares at the intruders. Her expression hardens into a snarl, and her hand grips tightly around the weapon concealed in her jacket. "Who are you, and what do you want?" she demands through clenched teeth.
She looks to Oliver for reassurance that he's safe before returning her attention to the group of people who dared enter her home uninvited. "I repeat," she says with a dangerous edge to her voice, "identify yourselves."
I rush at a group of people and scream for them to take Oliver to safety and start fighting with the crowd
"No!" Quinn shouts as you run towards one of the groups, grabbing Oliver and pushing him behind her. She takes a step forward, raising her arm to shield the boy even further. "You leave him alone!" she snarls, eyes narrowed in fury. Her free hand quickly pulls out her weapon, pointing it threateningly at the closest attacker as she continues to push Oliver back towards safety.
"I said identify yourselves!" Quinn yells, her voice echoing through the hallway as she tries to maintain control of the situation despite being outnumbered.
beats up everyone in that group and screams again take Oliver upstairs
As you successfully fight off the group, Quinn watches with a mix of relief and awe. She feels guilty for putting you in danger, but she's also grateful for your protection of Oliver. When you shout for them to take Oliver upstairs, she quickly looks at her son before nodding in agreement. "Come on, Ollie," she murmurs, ushering him back towards the stairs.
She glances over at you once more as they head upstairs, concern and gratitude written clearly on her features. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I'm sorry...you shouldn't have had to do that."
stands in the corridor and looks at new people with a beastly gaze get out of here or I will end your lives. I will not stand on ceremony with you, I will lay down my bones but I will kill you
Quinn's jaw clenches as she watches your threatening display, but there's also a hint of admiration in her eyes. "You could have gotten hurt," she whispers, reaching out to touch your arm gently. Despite the tension in the air, there's a strange sort of camaraderie forming between the two of them.
Turning to Oliver, who looks terrified but also oddly thrilled by the scene unfolding before him, she tries to reassure him with a soft smile. "It's okay, sweetie," she murmurs, gathering him close to her side. "We'll get through this."
go with oliver to the 2nd floor and I'll go and sort things out with those people and don't talk me out of it, better call your people and tell them to come here quickly or else I won't let them in until I die
Quinn frowns but nods in understanding, realizing that you're serious about protecting Oliver. "Alright," she whispers. "But be careful." She glances over at the terrified boy, her expression filled with worry and determination. "I'll get our people here as soon as possible," she promises, then turns to hurry back downstairs in search of a phone.
I go outside to prevent anyone from entering the house and start fighting with the uninvited guests
Quinn watches you go, her heart in her throat as she fears for your safety even more now. As soon as you disappear from view, she dials her number one on speed dial and puts it to her ear, wincing at the sound of shouting and gunfire on the other end. "This is Quinn. I need backup at my house immediately." She disconnects the call with shaking hands and paces anxiously back and forth in the hallway.
It's been what feels like an eternity since you left, but she finally hears sirens approaching outside. With a sigh of relief, she heads toward the front door to meet the police, Oliver clutched tightly to her side. "I-it's all under control," she stammers to the cops as they arrive, trying desperately not to look out the window and search for you amongst the chaos still raging on.
I'm on my knees covered in blood
Her heart stops when she sees you, and she instantly forgets about the police presence in her home. "Are you okay?" She drops to her knees beside you, examining your injuries with a shaking hand. "Oh my God...you're hurt..." She looks around frantically for anything that could be used as a makeshift tourniquet before spotting one of the cops moving in their direction.
"Officer!" she calls out, grabbing his attention. "We need help here! This man has been injured in the fight." Her voice is tight with fear and worry, but she forces herself to sound calm and composed for your sake.
I told you I will lay down my life but I will protect you and Oliver and I will not let anyone enter the house
Her face contorts into a mask of pain and anguish as she hears your words, understanding the depth of your commitment to her and Oliver. Tears fill her eyes but she forces them back, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. Reaching out tentatively, she touches your cheek gently before leaning forward to press a kiss there.
"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I don't know what I would have done without you." Her voice cracks on the last word and she has to take a moment to compose herself. "But we need an ambulance now. Please..." She pleads, looking up at the officer imploringly. "He needs help."
The cop nods solemnly, already moving to radio for backup. As he heads back to his car, Quinn turns her attention back to you, doing everything she can to stay calm and reassuring despite the turmoil inside her. "Just hold on," she whispers against your hair. "They'll be here soon."
The paramedics arrive a few minutes later, surrounded by more police officers. They quickly assess your injuries and start tending to you while asking Quinn questions about what happened. She does her best to answer them, all the while keeping one eye on you as they load you into the ambulance, promising to follow close behind.
With a final reassuring smile, she steps back, allowing the medical professionals to take over completely as the ambulance drives off into the distance. Only when it's gone do police officers begin asking her additional questions about what happened and who was involved. Tiredly, she answers their questions, hoping that once everything is over, you and Oliver will be able to finally find some peace.
Tears streaming down her face as she watches the ambulance drive away, Quinn finally breaks down completely. Sobs wrack her body as she leans against one of the officers for support. "I don't know what happened...We were just minding our own business and then they came..." Her voice trails off, hitching on another sob. "It was supposed to be safe here... Why did this happen?"
Another officer comforts her with a gentle hand on her shoulder, urging her to compose herself for the police questioning. Quinn takes a shaky breath, wiping at her eyes and trying to steady her voice as she relays what happened to them. It's hours later when they finally allow her to leave; by then the crime scene has been secured and most of the investigators have moved on to other cases.
As Quinn heads home, she can't help but wonder if things will ever be truly safe for Oliver again. She knows that no matter what happens, you'll always be a part of his life...but how much more danger will you bring with you?
Lost in thought, Quinn gets into her car and drives home, still shaken by the events of earlier today. The look on Oliver's face as he watched you fight off intruders... She can't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and guilt for putting both of your lives at risk like that.
When she finally arrives at her house, exhaustion overwhelms her. She stumbles inside, collapsing onto the couch in tears. The events of the day play out like a horrifying nightmare, leaving her unable to sleep for hours. In the end, it's only the early morning light filtering through the curtains that manages to rouse her from her fitful slumber.
Yawning and stretching, Quinn forces herself to her feet. Her first thought is of Oliver; she hopes he slept better than she did last night. As she walks down the hallway toward his room, she can't help but wonder what kind of impact today's events will have on him. She knows that you were instrumental in protecting both of them, but at what cost?
Steeling herself for whatever emotional fallout may await her, Quinn slowly pushes open Oliver's bedroom door...
Her heart skips a beat as she sees Oliver sitting up in bed, staring out the window with a distant look in his eyes. He's not wearing his usual sleepy expression; instead, he seems strangely alert and preoccupied. As she enters the room, she realizes that you aren't there; it feels oddly empty without your presence.
Tiptoeing closer to Oliver's bedside, Quinn gently touches his shoulder to get his attention. "Hey, sweetie...are you okay?" Her voice comes out softer and more fragile than usual. She hopes that he knows she isn't asking about today; she means it in the larger sense of things.
Oliver turns his head to look at her, and she sees the confusion and worry in his eyes. "Mom...what's going on?" he asks quietly, swallowing hard as he tries to find the right words. "I mean...with you and dad...and everything that happened today..."
Quinn sits down on the edge of the bed, taking Oliver's hand in hers. "It's okay to be scared, sweetie," she says softly. "But I want you to know that I'm going to do whatever it takes to keep you safe." She looks into his eyes with a fierce determination that only he can see. "And as for your father...well, we'll just have to figure out how to deal with him another time."
I return from the hospital with a bandaged head and a bandaged eye to miss queen's house to see how they are after that day and knock on their door miss quinn it's me menma your son's nanny
Surprised by the knock at the door, Quinn quickly gets up and hurries over to answer it. When she sees your face peeking through the window, relief washes over her features and she opens the door eagerly. "Menma," she says warmly, stepping back to allow you into the house. "It's good to see you again...and under better circumstances this time." She glances at Oliver, who is still in bed but watching with interest, before continuing.
"How are you feeling? Did they say when you can return to work?" There's a genuine concern in her voice that softens the sternness of her words. Even though she knows that your presence in Oliver's life isn't entirely positive, she can't help but appreciate everything you've done for him over the years.
I'm sorry I made you worry that day because I was covered in blood then I didn't want you two to get hurt so I tried not to let them into the house. The doctors said they were surprised I was still alive after all the wounds I received
Quinn nods somberly as you speak, her expression grave. "I understand your intentions," she says quietly. "But we can't protect ourselves from everything, Menma. You need to be careful." She reaches out and lays a hand on your arm in a comforting gesture. "And I want you to know that Oliver and I appreciate everything you've done for us."
She glances over at Oliver once more before continuing. "Why don't you come say hi to him? It might make him feel better."
and he certainly won't be afraid of me because he didn't see me in the best light because I looked more like a monster when I started fighting again
While she can understand Oliver's reaction to seeing you covered in blood and injured, Quinn knows that it's important for both of them to see you as the caring person they know you to be. "He might need some time," she says gently. "But I think once he gets used to seeing you like this...well, it might help him understand better."
She motions for you to follow her as she leads you toward Oliver's room. "Let's go see how he's doing, shall we?"
ok
With a careful knock on the door, Quinn pushes it open slightly to peek her head inside. "Oliver? Honey, do you feel up for some company?" She motions for Menma to enter as well before stepping back and ushering him in. "It's Menma."
Oliver glances over at the nanny cautiously from his place on the bed, not quite sure how to react. Seeing him looking so vulnerable only serves to remind Quinn of her own fragility, but she pushes those feelings aside for now, determined to protect both of them as best she can.
"He looks like he could use some cheering up," Menma says softly. "I could maybe tell him a story or something?"
Oliver I'll be honest. I'm sorry I showed myself as a monster but I wanted to protect you and your mother. When they take off my bandages I'll be covered in scars that will make many people afraid of me and it will be harder for me to find a job. Of course I can't be your nanny forever because you'll grow up and you won't need me but I was very pleased that you considered me a father even though your mother didn't hear it. I stole the lives of many in this fight for your life and the life of Miss Quinn and I'll be glad if you talk to me again even with the terrible scars that I will have
Tears well up in Oliver's eyes as he listens to Menma's confession. He can't help but feel guilty for causing him pain and fear. "I-I didn't mean it like that," he stammers, his voice breaking. "I...I just thought you were doing what you had to do." He sniffles, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand.
Quinn steps forward, reaching out to gently pat Menma on the arm. "It's okay," she says softly. "You did what you needed to protect us, and that means a lot." She glances over at Oliver, her expression full of love and gratitude. "Thank you."
goes up to oliver and strokes his head you became the family I lost when I was your age that's why I wanted to protect you both
Oliver looks up at Menma, studying his face as he strokes his head. He knows that the words are difficult to say, but their sincerity comes across loud and clear. For a moment, they're all connected by a shared understanding of loss and longing, and it feels almost like a weight has been lifted from Oliver's shoulders.
"Thank you," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own breathing. "I-I don't know what I would have done without you." There are tears in his eyes now, but they're not ones born of fear or pain. For the first time since everything happened, Oliver feels a genuine sense of peace and contentment settling over him like a warm blanket on a cold night.
Quinn steps closer, wrapping an arm around her son as he leans into her comfortingly. She knows that their future will likely hold more danger and uncertainty, but for now, they have each other...and Menma, the enigmatic figure who has become inextricably entwined with their lives.
I wish I could be part of your family
Quinn looks at Menma with understanding in her eyes. "You already are," she whispers softly. There's a silence that hangs between them for a moment as they both contemplate the truth of those words, and then Quinn continues, "But you need to be careful, Menma. You can't protect us if you put yourself in danger like that." Her voice is gentle but firm; she wants him to know that his place in their lives isn't just as a guardian, but also as someone who needs to take care of himself.
There are other things unspoken between them: the questions about Oliver's father, the future of their relationship with Menma, and the uncertain path that lies ahead for all of them. But for now, Quinn is content to simply be in this moment, surrounded by love and hope...and just maybe, a little bit of peace.