First of all, I'd like to say that I'm really excited to share this story with you. It's the first that I write bymyself and I really hope you will like it as much as I do. I hesitated a long time before starting it because of the barrier of the language as some of you know I'm French. But I learned to speak and write English thanks to Fanfiction and I'm must say that I'm a little proud, 3 years later to be able to write a Finchel story myself because no matter what Finchel is Forever.
Moreover I couldn't have done it without my American Beta ( firewifesara on Twitter) who helped me, finding the right words for each situation and make it a real English story without any mistakes (i hope so ^^). I could never thank her enough.
It's a little different from what you're all used to because it's a one-shot divided in several parts.
"Love has no gender"
i.
"Please, we are not going to fight about it!" cried Rachel while rolling her eyes.
"Yes, we are young lady, because you're being extremely crazy right now!" Dramatized Kurt. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Kurt, just breathe and relax for a minute, you don't have to be so dramatic about it."
Kurt was very close to a heart attack, he closed his eyes and listened to his dear friend and took deep breaths. "Okay, let me repeat what you just said. You actually want to take vacation" started Kurt.
"Yes, 2 months long. I can, I have worked really hard the past 3 years, and I think I deserve one." smiled Rachel, happy to see that Kurt was calming down.
"And as per usual, Rachel Berry, you can't just go to Cabo or Paris to relax? No! You want to go to nowhere. Is that right!?" said Kurt who was trying to process everything.
"Well, it's not really nowhere because it does exist; it's just somewhere people don't go because it's not really a normal place where you can come, eat and relax. I know it will be a great adventure." explained Rachel, trying to win over her best friend and manager.
"But, Rachel dear, we won't be able to reach you for 2 months. You're going to eat bananas, live with people that will be as smart as monkeys, you won't be able to shower once a day and oh my god the list is so long…" Kurt sat on the couch of Rachel apartment. He looked at Rachel with an almost pleading look, hoping just a little that she would regain a bit of sanity. Only she would want to embark on this kind of adventure.
"I want this Kurt, I know I can do it, it can only benefit me to live in a way I never lived before. And believe me, if I can't handle this new way of living, I'm going straight back home and you can then tell me 'I told you so' a million times if you want." Rachel sat next to him and hugged him. "Please K, I need your support on this. It will do you good to have you on your own too. Think about it." She looked him in the eyes and gave him her famous pouty look. As always, he gave up.
"Maybe, it will be good. People will want to know where you are and it will make a little of publicity and sell papers. I'll miss you so much, though. The only think I'm asking for is, I want to know that you're there safe; just to know, you didn't die on the way. I'll take care of everything as always, because-"
Rachel cut him and hugged him again "You're the best friend that exists in the entire world." jumped Rachel getting excited.
"I know I am." he sighed.
ii.
This how Rachel Barbra Berry, a Broadway actress and singer that has won four Tony Awards and the heart of thousands of fans ended up on her private plane to Amazonia; a place that was virtually unknown.
She thought about it one night, while she was watching a documentary about people that didn't know anything about the Occidental world since they were still living with the basics. They were a tribe of people who still lived with a master. Women were taking care of the children and making food and stuff. It had a "social ladder" well defined. It amazed her to see them happy with almost nothing but this solidarity.
The next day, she had done research to find where she could live for two months and be a part of a tribe. Secluded, only her and them with no other citizens. She had been really lucky to find one that accepted her in exchange for drinking water as it was hard to find where they lived. She had been told that she was only the second girl who would come and try to adapt to their style of life. She knew well, it wouldn't be easy but she had to try, at least. She hoped it would be a good change.
When she landed on a field of grass in the middle of the Amazonian forest, a dark skinned man greeted her with a smile. "Good Morning, Ms Berry, my name is Albatan and I'll be taking you to the tribe of Manaus; the oldest tribe here." Politely, he squeezed her hand, and looked at her, with wide eyes and she wondered why he was looking at her this way. Hopefully, she would know the reason later.
Rachel was beyond nervous to see where she was going but she also couldn't wait; yes it was really paradoxal. "Hey Albatan, it's a really pleasure to meet you. I'll follow you." She took her small bag which contained only a t-shirt, shorts, and a pair of glasses, just in case. She really wanted to fit into the tribe in every way possible, clothes include.
Without a word, Albatan began walking with Rachel following close behind him, looking around. She was amazed by all the trees and all the greenery that surrounded her. As a faithful New Yorker, she had never seen so much nature, and she already loved it.
She wanted to ask Albatan question she craved to know the answers to. After a little moment of hesitation, she dared to ask, breaking the silence "Albatan?" she walked a little faster so that she was by his side.
He turned his head and looked at Rachel with a questioning look on his face. "Yes, Ms Berry?" he replied while still walking.
"I was wondering, how far will we have to walk before we arrive at our destination?" she wasn't afraid of the journey ahead, she just wanted to know how long the journey would be. She was walking in unknown territory, and even if she was exited, a small part of her –the sanity one- told her to be on her guard.
"A few hours I would say, maybe six?" It was a short answer, he didn't seem to want to talk much.
She was worried that the six hour journey would be taken in silence. I don't think I ever done a walk that long in my whole life, and certainly not quietly. Rachel thought to herself. "Can you tell me a little bit more about the tribe of Manaus, please?" her curiosity always got the best of her, but she had a good reason, right?
Albatan thought for a moment, like he was searching the right words before explaining. "First of all, they have their own culture with their own rules that can't be changed. Their rules are expected to be followed. If you don't follow them, you could be expelled or worse but I'm sure it won't be your case. Second, you have to know that they live the opposite way of yours. They have not learned the same things you have or if they did, they have a different vision of it. It is much simpler. There is a chief – called the master- and he is in charge. Men and women are not held as equals. Finally, you are lucky because this one of the few tribes that speaks English, but they don't talk a lot. They do speak English well, so you'll be able to communicate. I must warn you though; I think they will be a little surprised to see you at first." His words were really calm as he explained to her with patience.
Rachel loved the way he talked; like he had all the time in the world with no pressure or anything.
"This is great, Albatan, thank you." Rachel's mind was going wild. She was imagining a world of possibilities and asking herself a lot of questions. She had so much hope for this journey and she wanted to prove to herself that she could do anything. And to Kurt, she didn't want to hear a single "I told you so" coming out of his mouth.
iii.
Rachel had learned quickly that what Albatan had told her about the walk, he wasn't lying at all. And six hours is quite a long walk when you don't stop to rest. During the walk Albatan was always in front of her, as if she wasn't there. Rachel didn't have the guts to ask him to stop and rest as she didn't want to be a burden for him. She was grateful he took the time to guide her through to the village. They hadn't spoken on the trek at all and Rachel enjoyed listening to the sounds of the nature. She didn't have a choice anyway. She wasn't used to the quiet; she enjoyed talking as much as she enjoyed singing.
Albatan stopped and pointed in the direction they had been walking "See that row of trees 50 meters in front of you?" he asked, looking at Rachel.
"I do" she answered.
"Then, my job stops here, young lady. Continue until you see a wood cabin. They know you're coming. I'll be coming back in two months; same hour, same place. I'll make the call to Mr Hummel myself since he asked for it. It was a pleasure." Rachel's mouth was hanging open as he turned and left. She had to go there alone!?
"I am screwed." she said quietly to herself. But she was Rachel Berry which meant she could do it, right? She could and she will. She gathered all her determination and courage, raised her head high, and finished the pathway.
The closer she came to the row of trees Albatan has pointed out, the more she could hear children. She hid quietly behind a tree that was twice her width, and looked on. She was speechless, there were so many people.
The place was in a circle, in the center of which, there was a big fire. There were cabins encircling the fire and people were in the center of it all just like in the documentary. There were several children running around playing a game Rachel didn't recognize and four women sitting under a tree making dinner in a wooden bowl. Further away she could see two men cutting a tree. What surprised her a little is that all the people had really dark skin. They were all black people.
She took a deep breath and decided to go for it. What do you say in this moment seriously? She sure as hell didn't know. "Hey" seemed good.
All activity stopped and everybody turned to stare at her. No smile, no words, just eyes staring at her, looking at her from head to toe. She suddenly felt very self-conscious. She understood now, why Albatan had told her they would be surprised to see her. She was going to be the only white people here for a while. Maybe they had never seen a white person before… She was used to people looking at her, but it usually was because of her talent as an actress and as a singer. She wasn't used to being watched because she was a foreigner wanting to live an exciting experience.
Then, an old woman stood up before it became too awkward. Rachel could see the kindness and amazement in the woman's eyes.
"Good Morning. You're the American girl?" the woman asked with a marked accent.
Rachel smiled shyly: "Yes, my name is Rachel."
"Call me Ma. I am one of the oldest people here." Ma said quietly before turning to a group of kids nearby "Paulo, please give dear Rachel a tour of the village."After ordering the kid, Ma sat and continued her previous task.
Rachel noticed a young boy, not older than fifteen, run towards her being followed by three other kids. The boy, Paulo she assumed, stood in front of her and signaled with his head for Rachel to follow him. They began to walk, some of the other children following behind. She could help but noticed that the kids were looking at her strangely until the littlest one reached out and touched her hand, rapidly pulling it back. The boy giggled and watched Rachel's reaction. She smiled at him and stretched out her hand to show him that he could touch without worry. Rachel noticed his hesitation, so she kneeled in front of him and waited. His eyes never left her as he slowly came closer to her. When they were face to face, Rachel gave him a reassuring smile that was returned by the boy, warming Rachel's heart. He slowly raised his hand and placed it on Rachel's cheek then looked at his friends smiling ear to ear. Rachel placed her hand over his and found herself in a sort of spell like she was connecting with the child. He was looking at her in awe, just like she would look at Barbra.
"It's the first time is seeing a white woman, like a lot of us. It amazed him." Paulo spoke softly. Rachel nodded in understanding.
"I understand. Am I the only white person here then?" she asked curiously as she stood up. Rachel took the boy's hand in hers, an action that earned her a 1000 watt smile from the boy and she could tell she was already in love with that little one.
"You're the second. There is a man living with us and he is as white as you. After the tour, I'll present you to him. He's the one who will be staying with you most of the time, actually" Paulo told her.
Rachel nodded and followed him. He showed her the cabin, the fire, the people, and the general boundaries of the village. He also told her the main things she would have to know and felt like she was in some sort of a dream, drinking every single word he was saying and trying to remember everything.
iv.
She also was beyond tired, as she didn't rest a lot since she landed here. But believe her, the first time she saw him, she was wide awake. She wondered if she was sure she had seen the most beautiful man in the world. She even pinched herself to see if she was dreaming or not. It was almost time to go to bed, when a toned man entered the village wearing only a leopard print loin cloth with a knife strapped to his upper thigh. According to Paulo, he and four other men were returning after a full day of hunting. None of the men were wearing shirts and their abs were well defined, probably because of their hard work every day. But she only had eyes for the tallest one.
His gaze was focused on her when he saw her, and he stopped walking for a second. She figured he was the other visitor of the tribe and also the person she would be staying with. She didn't know why but suddenly, she felt luckier.
She noticed that the women passing in front of the men were lowering their heads, seemingly in respect. Well, he wasn't just a visitor like her then. She did the same, even if it seemed submissive to her.
She watched as the handsome man approach Paulo, forgetting the dough which she was currently molding. "Who is that man?" Rachel asked the woman next to her, still watching the mysterious man.
"He's the master of the hunting. He provides meat and a lot of food for us. Him and his team will also find us good place to live when we're moving. He's quite important."
Rachel nodded, you could see he had a big responsibility on his shoulder. He wasn't like other boys. His charisma was radiating from him and he clearly took his responsibilities seriously. He finished talking and walked towards her. Rachel held his gaze, transfixed by him. She would have felt like a creep, except he was looking at her the exact same way.
She stood up, but next to him she was feeling small, like really small. She wasn't afraid, quite the opposite actually.
"Follow me, please. You have to sleep." His tone was cold and he didn't seem impressed by her at all. He didn't seem too friendly.
Slightly disappointed, she followed him, happy to be able to rest. Her legs were tired and she could barely walk now, but she was happy with how the day went. He guided her to a small tent made of straw and wooden branches. Inside the tent, there was a primitive bed of grass; that would have to do.
"Tomorrow, I'll wake you up before the sun comes up. Have a good night." With that, the man left.
If she hadn't been so tired she might have been angry about his welcoming, but she was too tired to care today. She laid down onto the grass bed and quickly fell asleep.
v.
Rachel groaned and turned to hide her face when she felt someone shaking her. "Ten more minutes please" she whined.
A strong voice filled the tent "Get up now or we're leaving without you. Two minutes."
Then, it hit her. She opened one eye to see that she wasn't in New York anymore and she definitely wasn't in her bed, which explained the ache in her back. "Oh my god." She sighed and gathered the strength to start her first day in the tribe. She could already tell that this day was going to be long because of the lack of sleep. Very quickly though, she found herself awake and ready to go, excited to see what was planned for her.
Once outside of her tent, she immediately noticed that it was still dark outside. The sounds of whistling birds filled the night so Rachel closed her eyes to listen to the beautiful sounds of nature, enjoying the peace of the moment.
Nnaturally, her peaceful moment was broken when she heard a fast "Come on girl" from the tall man who was passing in front of her. He was dressed the same way as yesterday and already heading outside the boundaries of the village.
"Let's go party" Rachel mocked, mostly to herself as she tried to catch up with him. He was really beautiful, the shadows showed the expression on his face to be hard like a stone; it saddened and intrigued her to know why he was this way. "Where are we going?" she asked. Just because he was ordering her around didn't mean he was mean or unfriendly, right? The tall man impressed her, but she wasn't going to let him know that.
"We are going to find fruit and manioc to eat. The reserves are almost empty"
"Okay... And what's your name? Mine is Rachel." She couldn't continue to call him tall man the entire time she was here, although it was really fitting. It might be good to know his actual name.
"My name is Finn."
Wow, she wasn't expecting that kind of name. "Where are you from?" she asked.
He looked at her with a puzzled look "Here. I'm from here."
Rachel was a little surprised "Really? I wasn't expecting that. It's a little surprising." His eyes were focused on hers and she could have melted.
"It's none of your business. Try to keep up with me, we don't have all day." He turned away again. Such a nice boy… He was as hard inside as he looked.
She didn't let his attitude bothering her and lost herself in her thoughts as they continued walking. Finn was a mysterious man, but he didn't know her at all if he thought one minute Rachel would give up that easy; for now though, she would act like if she wasn't there; it's for the best.
They had been walking next to each other for a while and soon Rachel began absently humming. When it was quiet she would sing or hum, it was a habit she had developed when she was younger.
Every single day
I walk down the street
I hear people say
"Baby's so sweet"
Ever since puberty
Everybody stares at me
Boys, girls
I can't help it baby
She sang the song quietly, oblivious to Finn watching her. She loved this song, and she loved even more performing it in front of an audience.
He didn't say a word to her when she starting humming it instead, when he likely would have told anyone else to stop. Her voice intrigued him, it was so pretty, soft yet powerful which was a beautiful combination. Then he realized that it was not only her voice that intrigued him, but everything about her. Maybe it was because she was the first person he saw that was like him –white- or because she was so small and so beautiful. It was actually the first time he ever considered a person being beautiful. There was something about her and he couldn't find the words to describe the feeling. Nobody had ever made him feel this way. He shouldn't be so concerned about people who are living with his tribe as part of an 'experience,' since this wasn't an experience for him but it was his way of life. Finn was a man of action, his life was making sure his people are well fed and protected.
The silence was broken when Finn spoke quietly "Do you do that often?"
"What?" she asked, looking at him. Their walking slowed a little, and Rachel beamed on the inside; happy that he was speaking to her.
"Singing?"
"All the time, but I don't always know when I'm doing it. It is just natural to me. It's something I love to do." She wished he was going to talk to her more.
He stopped walking and looked at her "It's good." She did the same, coming face to face with him, or more like chest to face, thanks to the height difference between them.
For a moment they just stared at each other, feeling electricity around them that neither of them understood. They were lost in each other's eyes and Rachel noticed the dimples on his cheeks and a little scar on the right side of his jaw. He was even more beautiful up close. She felt drawn to him and enjoyed the luck she had to be able to discover him this way. Without thinking, Rachel slowly raised her hand to rest it on his cheek. He leaned down a little, watching her every move. She felt no shame or awkwardness as she traced his scar with her finger and what startled her was her desire to kiss it.
Finn had never been touched this way. Her hand was as soft as moss or a feather even. It was new to him because people in his tribe didn't do this to each other, and he briefly wondered why. The corners of Rachel's lips lifted a little to show her beautiful smile and Finn did the same only with more shyness. He turned his head a little and rested his own hand on hers. He squeezed it a little and then closed his hand around hers. "Your hand is really tiny." He said slowly almost whispering. He was amazed of how soft her hands were.
"Or yours is just too big" she laughed.
He grinned at her "Maybe." Finn shook his head breaking the spell they were in. He felt like a fool and didn't know what had just happened. He turned and began walking away from Rachel.
Rachel rolled her eyes and followed him, not really surprised by his reaction. It was normal for him to do that, talking to her one minute and walking away the next so she had to get used to it. It allowed her to replay this moment in her head, remembering how his dry, rough hand felt against her cheek. She loved how big they were and she allowed herself to wonder what he could do with them as they walked again.
Rachel looked at the landscapes that surrounded her and stated that it was a good change, and even if she missed her friends she didn't regret coming here, yet. She loved it; it was completely different from city life. She knew that she could never be a part of it in the long run because you can't just become a savage in two months when you have so many things going on in New York but it was still nice to get to know something as different as this.
The hours passed rapidly and Rachel guessed that it was a little after noon. She hadn't eaten since last night and she was starving. Her stomach was growling like hell and she was sure that Finn could hear it, even though he never said anything about it.
"Come here please, I need your help" Finn said, bringing Rachel out of her thoughts. It was the second time that he had spoken to her since the moment they had shared earlier in the day.
She questioned him with her eyes "Okay" she said moving towards him. He signaled with his head for her to look up in the tree. She raised her head to see bananas hanging from the tree, and licked her lips in anticipation. She was going to eat!
"They look delicious" stated Rachel, clapping her hands.
"I'm going to kneel so you can get on my shoulders. When I'll lift you up, you'll grab as many bananas as you can, okay?" he explained and without waiting for her answer he kneeled next to the banana tree and Rachel stood behind him. She held onto his shoulders to steady herself, then moved each of her legs around his neck. Finn stood up without a struggle and Rachel felt like a giant with her and Finn's height combined. Rachel laughed heartedly as she held onto Finn's head. Finn wrapped his hands around her ankles, sending shivers down her spine which made her try her best to not let him have such an effect on her.
She raised her arms as much as she could and began collecting the bananas. There were a dozen or so on each branch. The bananas were small and fragrant and so she couldn't wait to taste them. She passed the fruit to Finn so he could hold them as he walked tree to tree with Rachel on his shoulders. Rachel felt like a kid, but she was glad she could be useful.
"Here we go. I think we have them all" Rachel declared proudly as she handed him the last bunch of bananas. Finn kneeled so she could climb off his shoulders and she lost her balance. She would have fallen if Finn hadn't quickly turned and grabbed her wrist and pulled her upward causing her to fall into Finn's toned chest. Fact: it was as hard as it looked.
"Sorry." Rachel blushed and tried not to stare at him while she got up.
"It's fine." Finn said simply.
He handed her a banana. Rachel smiled and thanked him, already peeling the fruit. She eagerly took a bite and a small moan escaped her lips, it tasted so good. It was the best banana in the whole world and she wasn't thinking that because she was really hungry at all. Finn looked on, amused by her reaction to a simple fruit.
"It's time to go back to the village, Rachel" Finn declared.
God, Rachel loved the way he rolled the "R" of her name, it was hot. The walk back would be easier with something in her stomach and who knows, maybe Finn would talk to her more.
vi.
One week already. She had been a part of the tribe for seven days now and she was exhausted, in a good way. She was used to working hard, it's what she had done her whole life to achieve her dream of becoming an actress and a singer. Rachel loved her job and she lived to perform, but being here was a lot different. She felt useful. She wasn't able to stop a minute to rest or relax; there was always something to do. She now understood why people here didn't need a gym to stay fit or lose weight.
Finn was always as bossy as before but she didn't really mind, and accepted it most of the time. Between hunting, cleaning, washing, cooking, sewing, and gathering, Rachel hadn't a minute for herself. She wasn't complaining, especially because her mentor was the hot and handsome Finn. One of her favorite things to do was to watch him when he was teaching her how to do something. She was trying to be a good student, and was doing her best to impress him. She had tried talking to him a little more, but he still hadn't opened himself up to her so she decided that she would wait for him to open himself on his own. She often noticed Finn watching the movement she made and when she did he would blush slightly and look away like if he didn't just stare.
Right now, however, something seemed off to Rachel and she didn't know what. She was outside helping the women peel potatoes with a knife shaped from stone. She tried to concentrate on her task to ease the feeling, but no matter what she did it wouldn't go away. That's when she heard it. A woman was screaming in the distance. The more she listened for it the clearer it became. She started to panic and rose to her feet. She moved toward the sound, leading her behind one of the tents at the edge of the village. What she saw left her speechless. A woman of the tribe was on her knees in front of someone who was likely her husband. The woman was letting herself be hit by the man so strongly that she struggled to stay upright with every blow. The second Rachel was able to understand what was actually happening, she screamed and jumped on the man trying to push him away from the poor woman, never thinking twice. "You dumbass, how dare you hit a woman!" Rachel yelled while repeatedly hitting the man's chest. She was hitting him with all the strength she had.
When the man reacted, he pushed her violently against to ground. She fell to the ground, hurting her head and her hand but she was so upset that she didn't notice the pain as she stood up again, ready to attack again as tears of anger were falling on her cheeks. The man was ready for her and grabbed Rachel's shoulder, pushing her away, again making her lose her balance. She didn't care that he was twice her size and way stronger than her, she couldn't stop.
"ENOUGH" someone shouted. Rachel didn't hear it or didn't care because she was already trying to get to him again when she was stopped in action by an arm around her waist, effectively keeping her from touching the bastard again.
She was struggling against the arm that was now restraining her when a familiar voice said "Stop Rachel."
She turned her head to see that the arm around her middle belonged to Finn. She tried again to escape him, but his hold was way too strong. She angrily pushed him as she looked around to see that a group had surrounded them and was now staring at her. Did they think this was her fault?
Rachel screamed, shaking with rage "How can you all stand there and do nothing?" When nobody answered, she threw her hands in the air and turned her attention to the woman sitting on the floor with fear in her eyes. Rachel went to her and hugged her "It's okay now" Rachel soothed caressing her hair softly. She's not sure if she was talking more to the woman or herself.
"Thank you" the woman whispered quietly so only her could hear.
Rachel could feel the woman's fear and she began to cry again. She had never seen so much violence in her life. She knew it happened in the world, but it was a lot different to see a husband hitting his wife in person. People had left the two women alone and after a while Rachel stood. She didn't understand why nobody had stopped it before. She decided to take a walk outside the village for a while in order to calm down, and put her mind to at ease a little. She walked about ten minutes before letting herself fall to the ground and cry. It was hard to handle and at that moment, she didn't know if she could still stay here. Maybe the master would want her to leave because she stood up to one of the men. In their culture it might be allowed to treat woman this way, but she couldn't, in good conscience, let it continue. The rules could go to hell for all she cared.
"You took a risk doing that you know"
Thinking she was alone, she jumped at the voice. She noticed that it was Finn and relaxed a little as he sat so close next to her on the ground that their sides were almost touching. Rachel hugged her knees against her chest and rested her chin on them, not looking at Finn. "I don't care, it was right. I don't know how you can accept this kind of treatment of women." She said.
Without raising his voice, Finn answered. "It's in our culture. Women have to obey us. This is how it works here."
"I don't understand how you can treat someone you love this way?" she asked.
Her statement must have been funny or something because he looked at her and chuckled a little.
She looked at him questioningly "What?"
"There is no 'love' here, Rachel. We don't know about feelings, it's pointless for us. We care for each other as a family, but it's just that. Caring but not loving, the rules are made to be followed and everyone has a place. Nobody experience love." He explained patiently and nicely for once.
Rachel turned to be on her knees, looking at him. "That is bullshit. Everyone has feelings. Maybe you just don't know when you have them because it never occurred to you that it could happen. I think some men are too proud to admit it or to let themselves feel them, but you have them here, in your heart" she said posing her head against Finn's heart feeling his heartbeat. "I'm sure there are people in love in your tribe, you just don't see them, because they hide themselves, too afraid of the other's reaction." Rachel spoke softly. During the past week she had watched every person, hoping to understand them and she knew she was right. Their actions didn't lie.
"You talk like you know." Retorted Finn.
Rachel smiled knowingly "I know." Curious, she added "Do you have a woman, Finn?"
"No. I never had one too." He answered. They always looked each other in the eyes when they talked and something in his eyes betrayed his answer "What about you?"
"I had people I cared about. I was in love once, but it didn't last long and now I'm single." Rachel replied. She needed to know one more thing before he left "Finn, can I ask you a personal question please?" she asked, and when he nodded, she continued "Would you hit her, your wife, if you had one, I mean." She desperately needed to know.
He stood up looking at her intently "I would never do such a thing, Rachel." He answered sincerely.
Rachel believed him right away, she had no reason not to.
Finn's expression turned serious "Rachel, I talked to the master after your fight today and he thinks you should leave for a while, to appease the tension in the tribe." He told her.
Rachel feel like she had been stabbed in the heart "But-" she started.
"We have to leave tomorrow, for a while." He said, already beginning to walk back to the village.
"Who is we?" asked a panicked Rachel.
"You and I." he answered plainly.
Well this was going to be interesting.
Sooo ? What did you think ?
I already started writing part 2, but I really want to know what you think of this first part to know if it's worth it you know or if I should stop?
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