A/N- Quick little one-shot that hopped into my mind and just threw it together, enjoy!
Rachel nodded her head along to the beat playing through her headphones. She was on the way into NYADA for another long day of dance classes, and there was nothing more she wanted to do more than get on the subway, relax for a minute, and try to figure out what she was going to do that weekend. A friend at NYADA had gotten her an audition for a small local play, but she still hadn't found someone to cover for her at the diner.
The brunette had just missed the previous subway and it was no telling how long it would be until the next one came by. There weren't a ton of people on the platform with her, it was too early for the morning rush, but too late for people coming home from night shifts. Rachel scrolled through the messages on her iPhone, completely ignoring the other travelers.
For that reason she didn't notice the young man dressed in all black enter the platform and take up a stance just behind her. After taking a quick look around, the man grabbed Rachel by the upper arm and spun her around while pushing her back towards the edge of the platform.
"Give me your phone and wallet, and we won't have any trouble." he said roughly.
Rachel, however, was never one to give in without a fight, "No! Let me go!"
The man was having none of it, and clearly wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, "Just hand it over!" He roughly grabbed her purse and phone. When she tried to fight back and retain a grasp on her bag, a struggle incurred.
The man gave Rachel a hard push to the stomach, and the wind was knocked out of her lungs and she toppled backwards into the subway tracks. Her back hit one of the tracks and she was stunned for a moment before she came to her senses and tried to climb out.
Her heart was pounding as she tried to climb up the side of the ledge, "Someone help me!" she cried loudly. Rachel was too short to reach the edge and nobody seemed to notice she had gone over, "I was pushed in, someone help me!" she screamed.
An old woman appeared over the side, "Don't worry honey, there's some strong men on the way over!" she said with a reassuring smile, how the hell is anyone calm at a time like this?
A couple of men appeared shortly after reaching down to her, but she was too short. In the distance, the train whistle blew and Rachel swore she could see the light of the subway coming in the tunnel, "Comeon! I can't reach!" She yelled frustrated that she was going to die at twenty because she wouldn't give into a mugging.
Out of nowhere, another figure dropped into the tracks just to the left of Rachel. The person ran forward and without a word to Rachel, grabbed the small woman around the waist. The train could clearly been seen coming towards them to the station, Rachel's eyes widened as she turned them down to see who had jumped in to lift her out of the tracks.
The hood on the figure's dark jacket had fallen off and Rachel was met with an intense hazel gaze. She felt the men who couldn't reach her earlier latch onto her shoulders and drag her up onto the platform. Shortly after, the brunette found herself sitting on the platform with one of the men standing over her asking if she was alright.
The person who had pulled her out of way to the train was pulling herself up. Her blonde hair was in disarray and her cheeks were slightly flushed, but her actions were absurdly graceful considering the train arrived at the station seconds later, filling the space she had just vacated.
The mysterious woman shot one glance at Rachel to make sure she was alright and swept from the subway, not even getting on the train. Rachel brokenly boarded the train, the man who had helped pull her up was still trying to talk to her, asking what had happened that she fell in in the first place. But she didn't hear him.
When she told her roommate, Kurt, about the run in later that day, he hardly believed her. He said it sounded like a 'urban fairy tale' and that she was probably hallucinating. But the bruise across Rachel's back from the initial fall left a reminder of what had happened.
In the weeks that followed every morning when Rachel would take the subway to her morning dance classes, she would scan the faces of the others on the platform for her blonde savior. She had yet to see the woman but she still retained the hope that one day the mysterious woman would appear.
Hope you enjoyed it, What did you think!?