Rest in Peace, Cory Monteith.

"Next stop: Lima. Next stop: Lima."

The sound of the announcer startled Quinn who was in the middle of a deep sleep. She slowly opened her eyes, realizing that she was almost arrived in her destination.

She hasn't been there since two months ago but now she was back and she didn't plan to leave again anytime soon.

She took her belongings and started to walk out from the train when it stopped. She took a deep breath before she reached her jeans pocket for her phone and started dialing one familiar number.

"Oh… come on! Pick it up, Mike!" She said as she walked around on the deserted platform.

Then she heard Mike's voice on the other side. "You're back?"

"Hello to you too, Mike," she rolled her hazel eyes.

"Well, hello Quinn. But seriously, you're back now?"

"Absolutely."

"Where are you?"

"Still at the train station. Will go there as soon as possible…" She paused a bit before she continued, "How's Melrose?"

She heard Mike sighed. "She's fine. She missed you."

"I miss her too…" Quinn could feel the tears in her eyes.

"Then why didn't you call before? Two months, Quinn. Really?"

"Mike, you know I can't even use my phone while I was away. I don't have any choice."

"You can choose another job, you know."

"But this one pays the most and…" Quinn paused again as she saw a blonde woman, approximately her age, standing not to far from her, crying.

"Hello? Quinn? Are you still there?"

"Hey, Mike. I'll call you later, okay?"

Without waiting for Mike's answer she ended the call and put her phone back in her pocket. Then she slowly approached the woman. Not that she wanted to mind anyone business, but she was just worried. That woman looked very troubled. She observed the woman as she slowly put her handbag down and took of her shoes.

"Hey, are you okay?" Quinn braced herself to ask.

The woman didn't answer her. Instead, she turned around and faced Quinn for the very first time.

Quinn froze as she saw the woman. "No way…"

That woman looked exactly like her and when Quinn was about to ask her who the hell she was, that woman just walked to the edge of the platform.

"Hey, wait! Who are you? What are you– OH MY GOD!"

Quinn couldn't believe what she saw. The woman that looked exactly like her jumped of the platform just like that when a train approached and hit her. Quinn was shaking. That was terrifying and she just closed her eyes as she heard some faint noises from around her shouting, "Stop the train! Stop the train!"

Then all of sudden, the deserted platform became very chaos. All the security staffs rushed into the now stopping train, trying to see who the hell that got hit by the train.

Quinn wanted to get closer but a security personnel stopped her.

"Sorry, Ma'am. You can't go there."

Quinn, still stunned by the weird event that happened before her eyes, could just retreat. When she was about to leave the train station, she saw that woman handbag. No one was paying attention to the abandoned belongings and without thinking; Quinn snatched the handbag and left the train station.

Quinn walked to wherever her feet take her without looking back. She afraid that someone would notice that she stole someone handbag and it would get her into more trouble.

She only stopped when she saw an empty telephone booth and she went inside it. She checked what inside the handbag. She took the wallet first and read the ID card. Quinn widened her eyes when she read the name.

"What?"

She shook her head in disbelief and she read the date of birth written below the name.

"This can't be…"

Without reading anything more, she took her phone from her pocket and started dialing Mike's number once again.

"You hung up on me and now you called again?" Mike sounded irritated. Usually Quinn would apologize for that but there's no time for it now.

"We need to talk. Meet me at Lima Bean in 15 minutes. Don't tell anyone."

Quinn was gulping down her cappuccino when she saw Mike came in from the front door.

"Hello, sis," he greeted her.

"So I'm your sister again now, Mike? You sounded so mad earlier," Quinn said as Mike sat himself across Quinn.

"Fine. What do you want, Blondie?"

"Hey!" She protested for the nickname.

"You asked for it!"

"Mike! I asked you to come here to talk with me, okay? Not bickering like a teenager."

"Then talk."

Quinn scoffed but she finally talked. "There's something crazy happened earlier at the train station."

"You hung up on me?" Mike teased.

"Seriously?" Quinn began to feel irritated and it's not the right time for that.

"Okay, okay. I'm listening. What's that?"

Quinn didn't know where to begin. "Well, I saw a girl killed herself–"

"What?" Mike was surprised and his jaw dropped.

"She just walked out from the platform and a train hit her–"

"I don't need you to tell me the details. You know I hate bloods."

"Stop interrupting me!" Quinn hissed and hit Mike's arm.

"Ouch Quinn! That hurts!" The boy protested but Quinn couldn't care less.

"Anyway, this is the most bizarre part," she paused and took a deep breath before she continued, "That girl looked exactly like me."

There was silence between them before Mike asked, "Really?"

Quinn took the wallet from her own bag and opened it.

"Don't tell me you robbed a death person," Mike begged.

"No. I just want to know who she was," she said as she handed Mike the ID's.

Mike read it carefully and he was indeed surprised. "Lucy Marie Fabray?!"

"And she was born at the same day and place with me..."

"Dallas, April 30th, 1990…" Mike read the information written in Lucy's ID card.

"What is this, Mike? Do I have a twin sister?" Quinn asked obviously confused.

"I don't think so… I mean, when my parents adopted you, I was eight years old and when they picked you up they took me to go with them. And as far as I remember, you're the only three years old blonde girl in that place. So… no. I don't think you have a twin sister."

That was true. The Changs adopted her when she was three years old and she lived with them ever since. Mike Chang was five years older than her and Mike's sister, Clarice, born around a year after Quinn was adopted.

"But why does she look exactly like me? I feel like I was starring at a mirror when she faced me. I don't even get a chance to ask her because she just jumped off the platform like that…"

Quinn was confused. What in the world is happening right now?

Mike couldn't answer her. He really had no idea too. He observed Lucy's picture on the ID card while comparing it to the girl sitting in front of him. There's no denying that they look exactly the same. The name and birthdate also sort of confirmed that Quinn and this Lucy girl were twins.

Mike took the wallet and began to search on it. He found a picture –a family picture to be exact. Once again, he felt his jaw dropped when he saw the picture.

"Oh shit…" he muttered.

"What is it, Mike?" Quinn sighed. She felt dizzy and she didn't want to add more confusion in her head.

"Quinn… I think you just found your parents."

Quinn couldn't believe what she just heard.

"Parents? Like… my biological parents?" she asked.

Mike nodded and handed her the picture that he was just observed. Quinn took it and started observing. There were Lucy Fabray standing in the middle with her parents and just by looking, you could see a strong resemblance between Lucy and her mother. In this case, that meant Quinn also could see herself in the elder woman face.

Quinn was just starring at the picture without saying anything and Mike started to get worried.

"Quinn? Are you okay?"

"No… I'm not. I mean… what is this, Mike? I have parents? Then why the hell they put me in the foster house?"

Mike starred at Quinn; there was guilt in his eyes. "I don't think I have the answer for that…"

Quinn just shook her head and then she started to pack her things up, including Lucy's wallet, ID, and family picture.

"Quinn, what are you doing?" Mike asked confused.

"I'm going to find out."

"About what?"

"About everything. I need answers for this, okay?"

"How can you do that?"

"I… don't know. But I have Lucy's address so I'm going there now," Quinn said as she stood up and prepared to leave.

"Wait. What about Melrose?"

The mentioned of Melrose managed to stop Quinn. She sighed and turned around to face Mike and said, "I'm going to see her, okay? I just… I need to find out about this first."

"You always put Melrose first before anything, you know…"

"She's always been my priority, okay? I came back here for her. But this…"

"Fine. Go. But don't blame me when she start to call you Aunty instead of Mommy."

This story is inspired by Orphan Black. If you watch the show, you'll figure it out immediately. If you don't, well it's a show about human-clone. But no, this story won't be about human-clone. That's too complicated and I like to keep it simple. The things happened in that show, could appear here. Some dialogs will be here too. With some changes, of course. But majority of the story will be different.

Anyway, leave me some reviews. I would like to know, whether you love it or hate it. Should I go on with this or not. Thank you :)