AN: just to let people know I am basing this fiction around an already existing plot but unlike some authors I'm not going to reveal what it is until after the last chapter because I don't want anyone to spoil it for themselves. If you've already seen the film please don't put the title in a review.

Santana laid in a gentle sleep in her bed as the light and rain from outside cascaded down her window, embracing the pillow beneath her before the sound of her phone broke her peaceful ambience as she jumped and fumbled for the handset.

"Hello? No I'm wide awake now what's up? Will what could you possibly need at two in the morning?" she breathed a deep sigh as she listened to the desperate pleading of her boss.

"Okay, okay I'm on my way. This better be good Schuester you owe me a meal at Breadstix for this"

Santana scrambled for her clothing and made her way to her car, her long black hair pulled into a sleek bun and her figure squeezed in all the right places with her slim fitting work suite.

She contemplated turning the car around and heading back home when she seen all the blue and red siren's outside the hospital. She knew it must have been something huge from the tone of Will's voice when he called, but this had all-nighter written all over it.

She walked through the doors of the hospital greeting the staff who wore the familiar pink tabards of the psychiatric ward, staring at the man who already had a coffee held out waiting for her as she entered his office, he smiled and gestured for her to sit "thank you for coming Santana"

Santana took the coffee from his hand and smiled politely, "the pleasure is always mine Will, except for when you wake me up before sunrise, then the pleasure is definitely all yours"

Will gave a slight laugh at Santana's remark, she certainly hadn't changed since the last time he'd seen her.

"Flight BA192 came down a few hours ago near Pinewood, only a handful are left out of a hundred and nine, I want you to handle the whole group" he placed his hand on her shoulder and gave it a light pat causing her eyes to grow a little wider at his last statement.

Will caught the look of surprise etched across the Latina's face as they walked out of his office and through the hallway of the hospital, people rushing past them.

"Santana you're going to have to trust my judgement on this, it's time to shake you out of this comfort zone that you're in"

Santana looked past Will as her face reacted to the almost condescending remark, "William I'm not in a comfort zone, I just want to be the best psychiatrist I can be."

William gave a small half smile at Santana's reply, fiddling with the lapels of his collar that poked out from underneath his sweater vest. "Two masters degree's already? A PHD that never ends? That sounds pretty comfortable to me?"

Santana breathed out a gasp she didn't know she was holding before clicking her tongue against her teeth and giving a quick nod of her head, gesturing that she'd take on the plane crash group.

"If you think I'm ready Will I'll take on the case, but only if you're sure I can handle it. Have you got their case notes?"

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard the abrasive voice of her other senior and the pale hand wrap over her shoulder "two steps ahead of you Lady Tata, you're handling the group of four and I'm taking the two unaccompanied minors."

Santana saw the brown folder come into her eye line from over her shoulder before grasping it from the older woman's grip.

"They're actually letting you near children, children who have just been involved in a near fatal accident?"

Sue walked past the Latina to stand next to Will, putting her hand on his shoulder "if there is one thing I have learnt, you can't always take a soft and gentle approach to helping people get over crap Lady Tata. There is no amount of emotional damage that an ice bath and a few laps around a track won't fix"

Santana stared in disbelief at the older woman "Sue, you remind me of my old gym teacher, when have you ever taken a soft and gentle approach too anything that isn't a tub of Ben and Jerries?"

Sue scowled at the young brunette as Will stifled a laugh that wanted to burst out from deep within his chest "as much as I would enjoy nothing more than standing here and discuss trivial matters with you like personal life's or whether Bad Girls Club is more entertaining than Sixteen and Pregnant, some of us have work to do."

Sue straightened the material of her wind runner; Santana always wondered why a qualified Psychiatrist like Sue insisted on wearing sports attire to work, and more importantly why no one had ever raised the matter with her.

"Oh Will, I've got the two kids, Tits McGee has the group of four, can you take the girl who was sat in row D? She's going to need extra attention she's euphoric and highly elated." She breathed in a deep sigh before handing the case to him "she's feeling a little too good about the situation."

Before Will could protest Sue turned her back and made a beeline for her office where the atmosphere remained quiet and unaffected by the goings on of the hospital.

Will let out a sigh before turning back to Santana "she always does this - I can't take this case, she knows I'm breaking my back bending over backwards on the Capgras Delusion research"

Santana suddenly felt an urge to review the case in Will's hands. Something in her gut told her that she should be the one to take the role as this girl's psychiatrist.

"Will let me take the case, this group of four won't be half as heavy a work load as it looks, and I could use the view of a pretty blonde from time to time"

Will laughed and handed over the case folder "how do you know she's pretty?"

Santana shrugged her shoulders before opening the folder and pulling out the picture of the patient. "I just had a feeling but bingo! She's mega hot and it says here she's a dancer too… Wanky."

William looked at the dark haired woman before raising his finger and using a more senior and authoritative tone "Santana you're here to do your job don't screw this up, you're finally getting your chance to prove yourself as not just a psychiatrist but a doctor. Don't get yourself or this girl hurt"

Santana raised her hands defensively "Will it never said anything in the rule books about checking out hot blonde dancers who just so happen to be in need of my psychiatric assistance, but if it calms your worries I have no intention of screwing her until she's mentally stable"

Will shook his head before bidding his goodbyes to Santana as he finished his coffee, Santana waved goodbye and looked through her group case as she made her way to her office.

Name: Rachel Berry-Fabray.

Age: 29.

Profession: Broadway actor.

Notes: Originally from the mid-west, Lives in New York, early diagnosis of PTSD, won't stop screaming, I now understand why Clarice ran away from the farm in the 1991 adaption of Silence of the Lambs staring a young Jodie Foster. Currently in surgery having shrapnel removed from her leg and her hip reset, physio consult indicates she'll need around three months of therapy. However psych evaluation shows she is relatively sane, albeit in shock.

Santana couldn't help but laugh whenever she read case notes that came from Sue Sylvester.

She prayed that Human Resources never caught wind of the unprofessional notes that were put in the case files because they always managed to make her laugh, even when she was on a grave yard shift.

Name: Quinn Berry-Fabray.

Age: 29.

Profession: Aviation safety and maintenance Inspector (how ironic)

Notes: As you may or may not have concluded, Quinn and Rachel Berry-Fabray or as I have affectionately titled them 'Meet the Faberry's' are indeed married and aren't just spinster cat lady sisters.

Originally from the mid-west, also living in New York with the other Mrs Faberry, suffering from PTSD/Concussion related temporary retrograde amnesia, has no recollection of the accident other than Rachel telling her goodbye, escaped relatively unscathed with a dislocated shoulder and a cracked rib but other than that barely a scratch on her.

Name: Tina Cohen-Chang

Age: 27

Profession: design student at Parsons School of Design

Notes: Originally from Seoul, South Korea (no, really). Lives in New York, Boyfriend was also on the flight with her, unfortunately his body hasn't been located and he's presumed dead. Refusing to speak to anyone, cut to the forehead and hands but like Faberry 2 she escaped relatively unscathed.

Name: Mercedes Jones

Age: 28

Profession: Background singer

Notes: formerly from the mid-west, living in Michigan, was due to change at JFK on her way too Europe until soul plane crashed into a blazing inferno of fuckery. Was on the flight with her fiancée Sam, he's being treated at MedCo West after suffering eighty percent burns to his body however he is in a Coma and his organs are starting to fail. If he recovers which is unlikely at this stage, he will presumably join the group therapy sessions at a later date.

My medical opinion and advice is that Mercedes and Tina are given two on one counselling at a more suitable and convenient time given their similar personal circumstances and losses.

Signed: Sue Sylvester

Santana put the case notes back in their folder before reaching for the folder she had commandeered from Will, reading the case notes of the blonde who caught her eye.

Name: Brittany S. Pierce

Age: 28

Profession: Dancer/Dance studio owner

Notes: It's like someone took my little pony, a four loko and some questionable looking mushrooms and poured the contents into this girls head. From Ohio, Living in New York, she is showing no signs of shock or sadness over the accident, elated, enthusiastic and I quote 'feels like she's been given a chance to make things right' although she can't remember what it is she wants to make right, I'm unsure whether this is a sign of PTSD from the accident or whether she's just a moron. It's possible that it's a mixture of both.

Santana looked at her watch; it was three thirty in the morning. She knew she should probably wait until morning in case the blonde was resting but she felt the urge to go and see her, to go and establish her own medical opinion and evaluation of the girl.

She made her way to Brittany's room, trying to look and convey an air of professionalism as she opened the door, slowly peaking her head round.

The two beds in the room both had their curtains pulled around, she managed to see through the crack in the curtain that the woman in the bed closest to the door was Mercedes Jones, a slightly older looking man watched over her as she slept. He looked old enough to be her brother.

Santana walked to the bed on the other side of the room where the curtain was also drawn, haphazardly opening it too see the naked back of the blonde who failed to notice the eyes of the Latina pausing to admire her body. "Miss Pierce?"

Brittany pulled a blanket around her body and lifted her knees to her chest before asking the woman who she had yet to make eye contact with to come in.

The slight blonde extended her hand to the Brunette who sat in the chair facing her, "I'm Brittany" she smiled as the Latina took her hand politely "Dr Lopez"

Santana placed her handbag and case notes on the unoccupied chair besides her before turning back to the strikingly beautiful blonde "how are you feeling?"

Brittany's eyes darted around the room before she grinned and looked back at the Latina shrugging her shoulders "I feel great how do you feel?"

Santana edged a little closer on the seat towards the blonde before she took a deep sigh "Miss Pierce I'm your therapist, I'm recommending that the passengers meet in group sessions" Brittany smiled before nodding her head "you are? Well, no thanks"

Santana's eyebrows burrowed slightly as she focused in on the blonde a little harder "Okay I understand, if you'd feel more comfortable meeting outside of a group environment we can have one on one session's?"

Brittany looked from the floor, suddenly enthralled in what the Latina was saying "do you make house calls Dr Lopez?"

Santana tried to stifle the smile that wanted to break onto her face before looking towards the floor and stuttering slightly "It's not normal protocol but, it can be arranged under special circumstances and I guess surviving a plane crash is extraordinary circumstances"

She rose from her chair to pick up her handbag, causing the blonde to smile in her direction "you have a very lovely way about you Dr Lopez" Santana looked in the direction of the blonde throwing her a questionable look "…I mean your very formal like all the other doctors and stuff but I can see the niceness in your eyes and in your heart, its charming"

Santana smiled before bringing the piece of paper she pulled out of her bag to the blonde's attention "Is this your correct contact information?" Brittany nodded her head, shooting the Latina a smile "great so Friday at five?"

Brittany nodded her head again before looking towards her phone "I'll make tea for you, me and Lord Tubbington II"

Santana was about to throw the blonde a perplexed luck but then she remembered Sue's notes, so instead she just politely smiled and told the woman who was now in her care that it sounded like a great plan.

Santana looked around the room before back at the blonde "are you here alone Miss Pierce"

Brittany nodded her head before a sad look graced her face, "Brittany, I could call someone for you if you want?"

The cobalt eyes searched the Latina's face as she admired her Doctors sincerity "There is no one to call Dr Lopez, honestly I'm fine"

"okay well I should get back to my office, paperwork to do, people to see, you know" she smiled before extending her hand to the blonde and placing her hand bag and case notes in her other palms grasp "It was great to meet you Miss Pierce, I'll be in touch. Feel better soon" Brittany smiled before taking the woman's palm.

Santana moved towards the opposite side of the curtained off square she entered from, pulling it back to reveal a wall much to Brittany's amusement, her cheeks began to burn as she turned to leave the way she came from. "Santana, you should call your abuelita"

Santana stood dead in her tracks before slowly turning back to her patient a look of disbelief etched across her face, "What did you just say?"

Brittany continued to hold the gaze, completely unaware of Santana's shock "better now than later you could encounter a gang of vigilante alley cats on your way home like that woman who was allergic to cats and died after six of them attacked her down a back alley, then what?"

Santana stared on disbelief "Brittany that didn't happen?"

Brittany shrugged her shoulders before turning back to Santana "oh that must be tomorrow not yesterday, sorry"

Santana walked out of the hospital room and straight back to her office before logging into her laptop, she'd heard of cases of people developing a sixth sense after a near death experience.

How did the girl know about her grandma, what did she mean by tomorrow's news, More importantly how did she know Santana's name.

Questions swirled around Santana's head as she eventually convinced herself she was just imagining things due to sleep deprivation, which lead her to the perfect excuse of catching a nap on the uncomfortable looking sofa that sat in the corner of her office.