This is my first Glee FanFic! Very AU! I hope you enjoy it!
"HELP! HELP!" A voice cried. I ran towards the voice, sweat pouring down my face and my heart was racing. I turned the corner and entered the stairwell. I climbed six flights and ran into the hallway. I ran down the hallway and pushed open the double doors. There, tied to the chair was a bloody girl. She looked extremely beaten, with a black eye and a broken nose. The person slowly lifted her head. It... It was me! But I can't be sitting in the chair and standing here at the same time!
"Please help me" the girl, or me, said weakly. Without realizing what I was doing, I lifted my arm and I saw there was a gun in my hand. I couldn't stop myself and I pointed the gun towards me. The gun fired. I emptied the entire gun, on myself. My body feel to the floor...
Rachel jolted awake in a cold sweat. Clutching her sheets, her eyes darted around the room. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She continuously scanned her room for dangers. She began to calm down, realizing that it was just a dream. She raised her hand to her face, almost if to make sure she was still there. Slowly, she got out of bed. She waddled over to her bathroom mirror. She was disgusted with her appearance. She had dark purple circles under her eyes and her skin was pasty and white.
Rachel reached up to smooth her ragged short blonde hair, but winced in pain. She pulled the collar of her shirt down and saw bandages. Her chest hurt. She turned sharply and clutched at her chest again. She began limping out of her room. Rachel lived in a sort of dorm room at her academy. The pain was becoming worse and worse and she grabbed on to the wall for support. She made her way to the elevator and managed to get to the first floor. She walked past kids in the academy, ignoring their stares. She made it to the end of the the hall to her trainer's office. Pushing open the door was the most painful thing ever.
"Rachel! What are you doing?"Her trainer Shelby cried! She ran to Rachel and helped her over to a chair. Sitting down felt amazing. Shelby sat down next to her. Rachel avoided eye contact looking around the tiny white office.
"Shelby, what happened?" Rachel asked. Her chest was messed up and she couldn't remember the day before.
"Rachel, honey, you were shot. During a mission." Shelby answered.
Rachel stopped breathing. She couldn't believe it! She didn't remember being shot. Rachel was an agent at the FBI's junior division. She was sixteen, and the best agent there. She was given high profile cases, like the adults and trained with the best trainers. She was tiny, five feet tall. She was strong, graceful and quiet. She was extremely good at was she does. She was always careful. How would she have gotten shot?
"H-How?" Rachel stuttered.
Shelby swallowed. This definitely seemed like a touchy subject for her. "You were downtown, Phillins and Co. building. You went in looking for a list of names. Names of the known terrorists in the United States. We don't know what happened there but you were found right outside the front door of the building with a bullet in your chest. Thank god it missed your heart."
"What, what does that mean?" Rachel asked. She was silently panicking. She couldn't remember anything!
"Well Rachel, the thing is, you were shot two weeks ago" Shelby admitted. Rachel's brain went haywire. Asleep for two months!? How? What?
"Are you serious?" Rachel asked nervously.
"Yes, it is. I'm so sorry Rachel." Shelby replied. "Also, your identity was compromised. You, you have to take a break."
"What kind of break?" Rachel asked.
"A break from this... you being an agent" Shelby replied nervously.
"WHAT!? NO!?" Rachel replied standing up quickly. Wincing in pain, she slowly lowered down to sit back of the couch. Rachel was upset. She had never been good at anything besides being an agent!
"What am I supposed to do with my life if I have been compromised?" She asked.
"While you were asleep, we set you up with a family in Lima Ohio and enrolled you in a school there. You have been given a new identity there." Answered Shelby.
A few weeks later, a few debriefing sessions later and a few thousand physio therapy appointments later, Rachel was sitting in Shelby's office. The news of her forced retirement was all over the academy. Everyone knew about it! Rachel was so ashamed. How could she have let this happen? She felt so stupid.
"Rachel! Rachel! What are they talking about forced retirement? They're saying that you are leaving the academy!" Her best friend Brody cried as he rushed into the office. He crouched down and put his hands on the sides of her face. He had been her best friend from the moment she had got there when she was eleven.
"It's true Brody" answered Shelby, walking into her office. "This will be the last time you see Rachel, so I'll give you guys some privacy." She quickly left the office leaving Brody alone with Rachel. The was a small moment of silence before he engulfed her in a huge hug. She clung to him tightly, never wanting to leave her best friend.
"Brody, I'm so sorry" she said, still hugging him tightly.
"It's okay. I'm gonna miss you though" he replied. They pulled away from the hug, and just stared at each other. Brody opened his mouth to say something when the doer swung open.
"Alright, I'm sorry Brody, but it's time for you to go" said Shelby as she entered the room with a tall skinny blonde man. Brody, took one last look at Rachel and left, to upset to look back.
Rachel, who had been holding back tears, sat back down. The tall man approached her, and wrapped a hairdresser's bib around her and began running his fingers trough her short blonde hair. Rachel knew what was happening, she had been dreading this. The makeover, the identity change. She was becoming the new her. She closed her eyes, he didn't want to see until it was done. As she went through the process she felt added weight on her head. She getting more and more curious. Finally, they were done.
"Are you ready to see?" The hairdresser asked.
"Yes" she replied and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, the person in the mirror was someone she did not recognize. The girl with the short edgy blonde hair was replaced with long deep brown hair with full bangs. Extensions, that's what he had done to her. Rachel couldn't even react. She just looked so different!
"Rachel! You look so different! It's nice!" Shelby exclaimed. Rachel just nodded. She had no words.
Rachel got off the plane in Ohio. Leaving New York was a huge change. She looked around the farm land of Ohio. She hated it. She hated Ohio, she hated her hair. And she hated the fact that she had been shot! Grabbing her bag, she walked outside where her new "parents" would be waiting.
"Rachel! Rachel! Hi! Over here!" She heard a deep voice cry. She turned around where two men stood with huge smiles on their faces. She slowly approached them with her things and introduced herself.
They got in the car, and made the drive to Lima. She surveyed the farm lands, staring at the cows in the fields. God did she miss New York. She was used to buildings and taxis. Not hay fields and tractors.
Finally, they arrived into the tiny town of Lima. The town did not impress Rachel. There were people out but honestly, the town looked pretty empty. They turned a corner and were driving down the road lined with houses. They slowed to a stop in front of the biggest house on the block. It was large with two floors and grey panelling.
"Welcome to the Berry home!" One of her "fathers" said. It was Hiram or Leroy. Rachel couldn't remember who was who. She got out of the car and collected her suitcase. Walking up to the house, her heart was beating rapidly. She was nervous, nervous to start her new life. This wasn't the life for her. She has always played characters when she went undercover. She was not good at being herself in normal social interactions.
She sighed and walked into the house.