AN: So—see I have all these ideas, and originally I stayed away from doing this fic next because quite frankly after This Ain't a Scene I wanted to do something light and fun and not about criminals—then the original family came along and I'm just like well damn. I mean they are vampires so it doesn't really count that Quinn really has no problem killing people. So what I've found out is that many of my readers want G!P, and this story will have it the twins are G!P. What many of my readers don't want is this story. I watched SOA from which this story is based and yes everyone likes Jax. I love Jax just as much as anyone but let's be real, he was complicated and for every kind action that he did, he followed that up with something that was violent. I also stayed away from it because writing an SOA story even a faberry one—I wasn't going to be able to do it and have everything be all roses.
People who want to see Quinn being good, a good person at the very least you need to stop reading now. I'm not dealing with reviews of hatred. I'm not dealing with people being rude, I'm not dealing with any of that. As for Charlie her storyline well you're going to have to trust me and just find out what I have in store for her.
You can be polite, and tell me that you don't like the story or better yet stop reading it all together and enjoy my other fics or don't. Now, I understand this probably won't be popular and I'm okay with that and since most of my focus is still on the Original family this is a way for me to try something different and new. Every now and again I need to wash my palette and do something else so I don't beat my muse to death. They aren't my slaves—they get paid, and they work normal hours I swear.
I have a general plot idea in my head and if you know me at all. Well I mean I manage to turn twelve word outlines into 8k words on a day to day basis so I mean. Magic *throws fairy dust* Guest reviewers—who will ultimately pick at my use of Charlie again. Leave me alone. I don't know what the endgame pairings are outside of Faberry. (Lie I do sort of.)
Also fair warning—I'm not going to curb things for the reader. This is an M rated story for a reason, Sons of Anarchy had neo-nazi's in it. Prisons are separated by race, I'm not looking at huge international criminals. I'm taking a look at small town biker club. I'm looking at prisons. Language in this story will be pushing it there will be some racist language in this. These are not my views. But I'm trying and I do mean trying to go for realism here. Of course I may chicken out.
Synopsis: Rachel Berry left Lima, and left Quinn(G!P) ten years ago. She was destined for bigger things then just being Quinn's Old Lady. Ten years is a long time and her dreams of being a star are gone, and she's back in Lima children. It's where she runs into Quinn again. She still has her motorcycle, she's still part of a gang but this time she's got a five year old attached to her hip.
In keeping in the tradition of naming all my fics after songs. This fic being no exception.
Song: Come Join the Murder by The White Buffalo & The Forest Rangers
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and I don't own SOA. Glee would be on HBO if I owned it there would be a lot more sex and quite possibly character deaths. DAMNIT I just gave myself a game of thrones idea. I need to stop. Just stop and tell the story.
Ten years, that's how long it had been since she saw Quinn Fabray. She was still as beautiful as she remembered with her blonde hair and that infectious smile of hers. It nearly floored her, she certainly hadn't been expecting Quinn—her Quinn to be standing with all the other prospective parents a little girl holding her hand tightly and hiding behind her leg. She was still beautiful, still very much Quinn. In her old leather vest and her jeans and her boots. "Quinn?" She was hesitant because truthfully it could have been Charlie.
Quinn paused and removed her glasses squinting at the woman who would be her daughter's teacher. "Rachel?" she asked in surprise, and bewilderment. What was Rachel doing back in Lima, Ohio? She had been made for bigger things. She had expected to see Rachel's names in the lights and on movies, or on Broadway. She always did have a voice for Broadway. "What are you doing back in Lima? Visiting your dads? Escaping from the paparazzi?"
That smile had always made her heart beat faster and it was very hard not to remember all the times she had spent with Quinn, watching her work on her bike. Or the long rides that they would take where they'd find someplace and it would just be the two of them. Quinn had been a bit of a romantic then and the sex—it felt odd thinking about it now it had been so long. It was so hard to not be with her. "I teach kindergarten now. My—daddy died last year and I didn't want to leave my dad all by himself—he's not doing so well so I came back. And who is this beauty?" She asked bending over so she was at eye-level with the small blonde-haired child. She didn't want to talk about it, talk about how all her hopes and dreams were ruined. A failed television career or even why she was really back. Her dad did need the help and it had been a convenient excuse.
Quinn looked down at Beth and gently pulled her daughter out from behind her leg, she had always been so shy. "This is Beth. Beth this is Ms.—" she looked at Rachel, she hadn't seen a ring on her finger but she didn't want to presume things. It had been ten years ago, she could have been married, she could have changed her last name.
"Berry. I'm old friend of your mother," Rachel replied without looking up at Quinn extending her hand out for Beth to take it. "We've got some colored pencils and we're going to learn our alphabet and do all sorts of fun things."
Beth smiled but still she clung to her mom before tugging on Quinn's hand and making Quinn lean over as she studied Rachel. She seemed nice enough, "She's pretty," she whispered loudly into Quinn's ear. As if Rachel couldn't hear them.
Quinn grinned at her daughter looking at Rachel. She was still pretty, like she had been back in high school. The years had certainly been good to her, "She isn't she, why don't you go say hello to the other kids and I'll be here after school to pick you up," she said pressing a kiss against her daughters cheek and watching as Beth finally made the move to go inside after shaking Rachel's hand firmly like her mother had taught her.
"She's in good hands, I'll keep an eye out for her," Rachel said straightening up and looking back into the classroom. She studied the vest looking at the patch that was sewn on, vice-president, before she looked back into Quinn's face. Something's would never change.
"Thanks Rachel—maybe sometime we can grab a drink and catch up?" Quinn asked there was a mark of hesitation in her voice. "Beth's mom—she isn't in the picture anymore. If you're wondering."
Rachel smiled, she knew why she had needed to get away from Quinn all those years ago, and yet here she was standing in front of Quinn Fabray. "Maybe," she said she had found herself wondering about Quinn and the rest of the crew. Quinn smiles at her and is about to say something when her phone rings. It's one of those old flip phones and she wonders how Quinn manages to use it as gives her an apologetic look and answers the phone. Club business no doubt.
She's right, it is. Quinn listens for a moment and her face hardens for a moment. "I'll be right there—" she closes the phone and smiles at Rachel. "I should let you get to teaching, I'll see you later when I come pick up Beth."
"It was good seeing you again Quinn."
Quinn shoots her a huge smile and Rachel can see a bit of hope in her eyes, "It was good to see you to. Beth—is a bit of a devil sometimes so you have to watch her," she manages to get out.
"Just like you?" Rachel teases before heading back into the classroom. She wants to start off by singing songs and getting to know each and every one of the students. Quinn had a daughter who just happened to be the cutest thing in the world. Time had passed and things had changed, and yet—Rachel glances back to look SAMCRO vest that Quinn has on, there were something's that would never change. She smiled for a moment letting the memories wash over her for a moment before turning her attention back to her class.
Screams echoed across the old slaughterhouse, and Quinn took a step back from the man that she had been torturing for the past twenty minutes. She had gotten tired of Puck's mild attempts to get the information that they needed. He wasn't some low level Mayan. He wasn't at the top of the food chain either but he knew things. They had needed the information fast and Puck had wasted time just beating the idiot. Quinn frowned slightly as she dropped the blow torch onto the ground, waving her hand in front of her face. The smell of burnt human flesh lingered and she hated it.
The day had started off promising to. Beth had been excited for her first day of school, and the cherry on top of all this was that she had seen Rachel. It was something that she hadn't been expecting. She smiles in spite of her surroundings. Ten years had gone by and Rachel still looked as beautiful as the day she had walked out of her life. She had probably sounded like an idiot, asking her out of the blue. Someone like Rachel probably had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. There was no way that she was single.
A low groan of pain brought her back to reality and she looked at the man that she had been torturing, his face was swollen, and there were several third degree burns all over his body. They needed to get this shit done and get back to business, they needed to find that stolen shipment. "Puck give me your gun," she orders.
"Why?" Puck asks but he hands over his weapon anyway after a harsh glare from Quinn.
Quinn turns back to the man who is glaring at her weakly. "Last chance, where did you stash our guns?"
"Fuck you cunt," he snarls spitting in her face. She isn't going to shoot him, and he still has leverage. He can take a beating.
Quinn doesn't wipe the spittle of her face right away, instead she pulls the trigger. There is a loud bang and more howling, only then does she get handed a dirty bandana from Sam and wipe her face. She walks up to him and digs her finger into the bullet hole, twisting her hand, as he howls some more. Quinn's face is cool and collected as the man finally opens his eyes and looks at her weakly. "Look I don't want to kill you and if you tell me we can get you a doctor. I give you my word that you will see a doctor. Swear it on the outlaw's code." She drags her blood finger along her heart, drawing an X.
The man breaks immediately because he can see the dark look in her eye, and he nearly shits his pants in fear. She's crazy a fucking crazy bitch. He doesn't want to die here, and he can feel himself bleeding out slowly. "Old warehouse where we house most of the hookers that we own." He manages to get out, it comes out as a ragged gasp and plea. "Please don't kill me."
Quinn pulls back and looks at Puck and Sam. "Now that's how you torture someone. Not that weak ass shit that you were trying to pull earlier Puck," she hands Puck back his weapon and stretches as she looks at Sam. "Call Dwight, and tell him we'll meet him there. They probably still have some bodies on it."
"What—about me?" the man said looking down at his bleeding leg, it hurt everything hurt. From where Quinn had pressed the hot muzzle of the blow torch against his flesh to the bullet hole in his leg. "You promised me a doctor." He hiccups.
Puck rolls his eyes and walks up to the man, pulling out his recently holstered gun and shooting him in the face. There's a loud bang and he's hit with the blood spray and brain matter not that it bothers him as he grabs his own bandana and wipes his face off.
Quinn sighs and looks at him. "You made me a liar Puck," she said with a shake of her head an annoyed expression on her face.
Puck shoots Quinn an amused grin, "Well the Medical Examiner is a doctor right?" Quinn snorts at this and his face becomes serious, looking at the man that he just killed. It was unnecessary but what's done is done.
"Shame we couldn't be smart about this," Quinn mutters as she kicks at the dead man's leg in annoyance. "The fucking Mayan's are going to send Satan after us, and we're going to have a fucking war on our hands," Quinn said with a shake of her head. The Mayan's controlling the heroin distribution in Ohio and a huge cut of the prostitution racket. Things had been going fine as in the Mayan's had ignored their gun running and their other 'legit' businesses until the One-Niner's had tried to muscle in on Mayan turf. They were caught in the middle and the Mayan's had stolen one of their gun shipments. War meant that Santana fucking Lopez would be coming after them and no one hated their crew more than Santana Lopez. She didn't even know why Santana loathed SAMCRO but she did, and there would definitely be bodies dropped in this little clusterfuck.
Sam shrugged, "Not enough time to be making any smart decisions. Shipment was stolen last night and unless we want the Brands on our fucking asses, we need to get that shipment back. Or we'll have the Brands, the One-Niners and whoever fucking else who is involved in on our asses."
"Well now we know where the shipment is, all we need to do is steal it back. We can deal with the blow back later," Quinn says. "Let's go—we should probably go fucking kill whoever is there, and burn that shit down before the rest of the crew get there."
"We'll go. You have somewhere else to be," Quinn turns to Puck a frown on her face. He rolls his eyes. "Look at the time Quinn. You've got to pick up my goddaughter from school and hand her off to your mother."
Quinn glances at her watch and swears, looking down at herself. She has red splotches from the blood on her body and she grimaces. She doesn't have time to change but she looks up at Puck. "Even if you say it a million times. I'm not making you her godfather."
"Of course not you need someone responsible," Sam says crossing his arms a smile on his face. "I've got a spare shirt stored, grab it and change before you see her," he turns to Puck and smirks at him. He's clearly the better choice.
Quinn looks between the two of them, "I don't have time to deal with this. You two beat the shit out of each other and get back to me about who wins that honor," Quinn said with a shake of her head. Beth already had a perfectly functional godmother, even if she had been in jail for the past nine years. "I've got to go pick up Beth. You two case the place and make not of shit and we'll steal the guns back and get the hell out of dodge."
AN: Welcome to Come Join the Murder, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of what I'm sure will be yet another epic. Please drop a review tell me what you think. This story is going to be different are there other characters in this yes. Will I be focusing on their relationships, not nearly as much. That doesn't mean that you won't get to see other people, and some of their struggles aren't real. It's just that this story is mostly pure faberry. To a degree.