A/N- Hey! This is the first Brittana fix I've written so please don't be too harsh...! Apologies in advance for any errors, this was writter on an iPhone! I hope you enjoy!
Brittany's POV
"Hey babe, sorry I won't be home for dinner tonight. There was a robbery at the convenience store, i'll probably be home late.
So sorry, can't wait to see you when I get home, love you."
I sighed as I listened to my wives message, as the sheriff of our small town Santana was always working late. The majority of her cases were tiny, so a robbery was a big deal.
I headed to the freezer and pulled out two microwave meals out of my emergency stash in the freezer. "Looks like it's just you and me tonight, Lord T. Do you want the chicken or the fish?"
Santana's POV
"5 bucks says this is all over someone stealing a candy bar." My partner Puckerman said, as I reversed into a spot.
"Make it 20!" I joked. It was pretty much guaranteed that this would be a false alarm. Mrs Jenner who runs the local convenience store, was always pressing the hidden emergency alarm under her desk for trivial reasons.
We laughed as we walked over to the store, but as I opened the door a strange feeling came over me.
"Something's not right." Puckerman muttered. The shop floor was deserted, with some of the display stands knocked over.
I pulled out my gun- which I had only had to use twice before- and carefully stepped deeper into the shop.
"Lopez!" Puckerman exclaimed, "behind the counter!" I quickly walked over and saw Mrs Jenner lying in a pool of blood.
"Call for backup and an ambulance, it looks like she's been struck over the head." I ordered Puckerman, I felt Mrs Jenner's wrist. "There's a pulse."
I hear Puckerman radioing the order.
I took off my jacket and tried to stem the bleading, which seemed to be coming from her head. Her eyes fluttered open slighty and she mumbled something I couldn't quite make out.
"What was that Mrs Jenner? You're going to be alright, don't worry, the ambulance is on it's way."
She shook her head slightly then mumbled again. I could just make out "upstairs."
I stood up and spun round pulling out my gun, heading towards the stairs. I saw him just as he saw me. He was faster though.
All I heard was the shot go off then everything was black.
Another shot was fired, I prayed to god it wasn't Puckerman.
"Lopez, can you hear me? Wake up Lopez!" Puckerman pleaded frantically. "Come on Lopez you're strong, think of that hot wife of yours back home! You've got to stay strong for her, don't leave me to satisfy her needs!"
Jackass. I tried to open my eyes to give him the Lopez death stare and my mouth to tell him to shut the hell up but I felt too weak. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't fight the darkness.
Brittany's POV
"Come on Lord T, you need to eat your broccoli! It makes you see in the dark!"
Lord T just rolled his eyes and me then jumped down from the dinner table, taking his chicken with him.
Just then, the phone rang. I jumped happily from my chair and ran over to the phone, it was probably Santana.
"Hey baby!" I said cheerily into the mouthpiece.
"Brittany? It's Puck."
I froze, I could tell instantly from his voice that something was wrong.
"There was a accident, Santana's in hospital."
"What happened? Did someone punch her? Did she cut her lip?" I asked, desperately wanting Puck to say it was something like that. I knew I was fooling myself.
"No honey," His voice broke. "She got shot."
The phone slid out of my hand and onto the floor.
Santana's POV
The blackness stayed for weeks after. Everyday a nurse would say the date, allowing me to keep track of time.
I could hear everything, Brittany crying beside my bedside, Quinn comforting her, Puckerman making rude jokes. But after a while it stopped. No more crying, no more jokes, just an abyss of blackness and occasional screams.