Author's Note: This is a very weird crossover, I understand, but it is something I've been wanting to try. Putting the New Directions in these different scenarios of different shows interests me. Specifically, it's Rachel Berry that interests me because of her, rather, intense personality.
Rachel Berry's Point of View
Time grew longer, somehow, in the Sky Box. Perhaps it was because she had long stopped counting down the days until her eighteenth birthday when she'd be reviewed, but Rachel felt like it had been many years since she had been placed here, angrily so by a guard who had nearly sworn that he hoped Rachel was found guilty and floated once her specific age came to be. What Rachel did was a little cruel, but it wasn't as terrible as murder or anything like that. Why was she being ostracized and deemed this villain? The girl had it coming to her! Everything was going swimmingly for Rachel.
Alpha Station had been her home for forever. Both of her fathers were part of the privileged, so to speak, so they had the opportunities others didn't in comparison to places like Hydra Station or Mecha Station. Rachel was raised to be this prodigy, specializing better with things to do with music. Owing a favor to Hiram Berry, one of Rachel's instructors issued her a little club where she would lead a choir of children who would belt out every Unity Day on what they learned from Miss Rachel Barbra Berry. Despite it being many, many years since the nuclear war on earth, Rachel still idolized the once beautiful performer, Barbra Streisand. Most of her performances consisted of Barbra.
Most of her friends tended to get annoyed with this hobby of Rachel's, however. Apparently belting out your feelings in whatever old song was specific to the situation was annoying. Nevertheless, Rachel continued to grow, continued to teach her choir for Unity Day each year, and she had everything she wanted. She didn't have to grow up worried about lack of rations or whether or not a guard would catch her doing something she shouldn't since Rachel never disobeyed the rules. The rules were to be followed, as she always said. If so, how could she be arrested and thrown into the Sky Box?
Well, it was when Sunshine Corazon finally got ahold of her. She was from Aero Station, from what Rachel knew.
Anyway, everything was perfect. Rachel had her friends(Clarke Griffin, Kurt Hummel, and Wells Jaha), her fathers, and her club. Why did Sunshine have to come along and screw it up so terribly for her? Of course Rachel still blamed her. After all, if she had been left alone, none of this would've happened! Rachel would still be with her dads. She'd still be coaching the little ones on how to sing the high notes without your voice cracking. She'd be able to blab on and on to Clarke, Wells, and Kurt on what new old artist she found using the sources from the Ark's library(she had been obsessed with artists like Barbra Streisand, Idina Menzel, and even someone named Lea Michele). All of them kept Rachel going to be what she was going to be on the Ark, but alas, fates had a different plan for her. An unfortunate one, at that.
Sunshine had approached her in the mess hall during meal time. It was a quiet day. Everything seemed fine. Clarke was going on about an operation her mother had accomplished. Really, the topic had bored Rachel. She was picking at her rations with an unbothered sort of facial expression. Wells seemed to be hanging on to her every word, however, while Kurt was nowhere to be found. Apparently he had something to sort out in his quarters and couldn't bother to show up that day.
"All I know is Mom plans to let me lead one of the next operations," Clarke smiled, lifting the fork to her lips and popping its contents into her mouth satisfyingly. Wells nodded, smiling. Rachel mumbled an incoherent response, only wanting to humor Clarke so she'd avoid asking any questions that Rachel wouldn't know the answers to because she wasn't listening in the first place. "You know you make a terrible liar," Clarke suddenly said, taking Rachel by surprise. She pulled her head up from her tray and eyed the blonde in confusion. "Why are you so distracted today?" Wells looked to Rachel, too, his mouth a little tight as though he wanted to answer the question himself. Wells always had that problem. He could read people very easily and tell them what their issues were before they even knew. Considering who his father was, it only made sense. "I'll have you know nothing is wrong at all. I'm perfectly fine," Rachel declared. "Did that Finn from Factory Station catch your eye again? Thought you gave him up after the masquerade ball fiasco," Clarke stated, making Rachel a little more irritated. Finn was a sore subject. Of all boys that Rachel could have, especially those that were also living within Alpha Station, she had to set her eyes on one she couldn't have. It wasn't even that Finn Hudson was a bad guy. He wasn't, really. He made himself very useful where he came from, helping his single mother with her career in manufacturing metal scraps into whatever the other stations needed. Given that, he was built thicker with an impressive height most males would kill for. He was also very handsome, which helped, but Rachel had tried to steer herself away from him. He was painfully oblivious, and anyway, he mostly spent his days working or laughing loudly in the corridors with his buddies Puckerman or Mike. At the masquerade ball, as Clarke mentioned, he had been easily recognizable even behind his white mask. His height always gave him away. Rachel had carefully approached him with the intent to strike a conversation she's been so desperate to have, but it never happened. All it took was a petite blonde hiding behind a sapphire blue mask, while being adorned in some of the best clothing Rachel had ever seen hanging off his arm. Rachel knew her, too. Quinn Fabray, Factory Station. Her mother could sew, so it meant Quinn got some of her best creations. Anyway, the sight had broken Rachel's heart. The night went from bad to worse, anyway, since the entire thing was interrupted by some Blake girl that had been apparently hiding beneath the floors for sixteen years because she was a second child. But that was another story for another day. Zoning back to the present, Rachel wrinkled her nose and scowled at Clarke rather irritably. "No, it has nothing to do with him, I'm just a little distant is all," she said perhaps a bit too harshly. "Jeez, sorry," Clarke snorted, before continuing, "But...look, Hudson's crazy about that Fabray girl. Maybe it's good that it didn't happen." "Clarke," Wells mumbled, trying to stop her. But Rachel didn't have the chance to get another dig in, for the three of them were suddenly joined by a fourth party, and it wasn't Kurt. Looking up, they looked rather surprised to see a tiny girl with soft, caramel skin and long brunette hair that almost mimicked Rachel's own. Her eyes were hidden behind eyeglasses, though they seemed a tad tattered since they came from Go-Sci Station. It was very rare to have anything out of the ordinary, poor eyesight included. Anyway, the girl seemed to be fidgeting as she eyed Rachel particularly, wringing her hands together over and over again. "Uh...hi?" Rachel greeted, her tone off. The girl flinched, smiled, before saying, "Hi! Sorry, if I'm interrupting or something, but...I couldn't help but come over once I recognized you. I've seen you around the Ark, but I've never had the chance to stop and really get to talk to you. I'm Sunshine Corazon, Aero Station. I just...my favorite thing every year is to see the choir kids perform on Unity Day, and I just wanted to meet the girl in charge. Rumor has it you have a voice on you, too." Wells and Clarke exchanged a knowing look, a teasing smile curling on their lips. While they wouldn't deny Rachel's talent in the least bit, it was still very tiring to hear her sing constantly, mostly songs they've never heard of. Music from the earth's time was lovely, of course, but Clarke and Wells both enjoyed the 2000s music, for obvious reasons, while Rachel preferred to make a melody of songs long before that. Clarke could probably recite the entirety of, 'Don't Rain on My Parade', just from hearing Rachel recite it constantly. "Why, yes! I'm flattered!" Rachel exclaimed, easily feeling buttered up as she held out a hand to be Sunshine. The quickest way to her heart was always through her ego. It was no secret that Rachel was an arrogant person, so if one wanted to get to know her, you'd have to compliment her on something insignificant and she'd be practically putty in your hands. "Rachel Barbra Berry, Sunshine Corazon." "Yes, I know," Sunshine laughed softly. "Uh, actually...the real reason I came over is because, well, my friends are all practically deaf now because of all the times I make them sit down so I can sing myself. I've been driving them mad for months." "Sounds like someone we know," Wells joked quietly. "You sing?" Rachel asked incredulously, which earned her a jab in the ribs from Wells' elbow. He always had to silence her rudeness. "I like to think so, yeah," Sunshine smiled, "But I only sing on my own. Can never find anyone who can do it, too, but that was before I heard of you. And, well, I was just wondering if we...could sing together." "Oh, really? That sounds...promising," Rachel smiled awkwardly, looking toward Clarke and Wells. They nodded at her. "Actually, we could go to my quarters for that. It has amazing acoustics. My neighbors actually had to complain due to the echoes." And they had left to do so. It was something nice Rachel felt like doing. Perhaps it could be a regular thing, with Rachel singing lead vocals and Sunshine Corazon there to back her up. Unfortunately, something terrible had happened that thwarted all of that. Sunshine was actually good. Genuinely good. She had all the notes down, made every song her own, overpowered Rachel's high notes with ease. It was absolutely infuriating. The thing Rachel did next was possibly selfish, childish even. But it should not have earned her a place in lockup with a new nickname strapped to the outside of her cell. The days had gone by and Sunshine wanted to go public. So Rachel did what Rachel always did, made sure only she could come out on top in the end. She gave Sunshine a location and a specific time to do so.
Rachel had been arrested on the count of 'Intention to Harm Someone'. Apparently the room was off limits for a reason. If a guard hadn't been passing by at the time, Sunshine could've ended up...well, Rachel didn't like to think of it. Anyway, when she had been questioned as to why she was there, she gave the name, and Rachel had been taken from her quarters in handcuffs to her brand new home. That's where she's been residing ever since.
Of all things to be arrested for, Rachel had to be arrested for something so outlandish and childish. She was seventeen years old, on the brink of becoming an adult. She had a sure future ahead of her that LeRoy and Hiram Berry ensured for her. Her choir kids were growing older, developing their voices much better. Clarke, Wells, and Kurt put up with all of her craziness with no intention of leaving her. And it all stopped because Rachel felt threatened by someone far more talented than she.
She often wondered now what her friends were up to. Clarke was pretty happy, considering her home life with Abby and Jake Griffin, both appreciated at their jobs and provided so much for their daughter. Wells was also happy, considering his father was Chancellor. Then there was Kurt who lived with his father, Burt. Burt was a gifted mechanic. He knew how to use his hands, so even Kurt was well taken care of in his mother's absence. Anyway, Rachel wondered if they ever found out what happened to her and why she was locked up. They probably thought her foolish, idiotic even. How could she do this to an innocent girl who had no intention of harming Rachel in any way?
Nowadays she only sang softly to herself, tiny melodies slipping in and out of her mind. She spent so much time in her cell she often forgot the music she had sworn to learn. It was all nothing but a blur now, and that was perhaps even more irritating than the fact she would never be able to see the Ark again. Her fathers visited, of course. While they were very disappointed in her, they showed no signs of disowning or abandoning her while in lock up. Perhaps, once her eighteenth birthday arrived, she'd be able to be properly reviewed and released. But the way that guard reacted when he shoved Rachel in her cell...was what she did really that cruel?
She laid in her bed now, staring up at the ceiling in utter boredom. This was her hell. Isolation and closed-in walls. She just wished it would all end already.
Suddenly, she snapped up in her bed with a yelp as the lights above her shockingly turned on, blinding her for a moment. The sole door in her cell suddenly opened and Rachel saw the outline of two guards in front of her, both holding foreign objects she had never seen before.
"Prisoner 419, get to your feet and face the wall! Now!" one of them demanded angrily.
No, she wasn't going to be reviewed. She was going to be outright floated with no reviewing of any kind at all...
Rachel Barbra Berry was royally screwed.