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Summary: A second car crash leaves Rachel with little left of her life with Quinn, especially when her spouse can't remember their life together. Now Rachel must begin to rebuild their lives. Future Fic. Faberry. Trans!Quinn. Transgendered character.
Just a couple notes before we get started:
1. I do not own anything related to Glee…obviously
2. This story will eventually contain mature themes, mainly sexual relations and possible violence.
3. This story contains a transgendered character.
In reference to number 3, I just wanted to say that depending on the state of the character's health the gender pronouns will switch back and forth. I'm not trying to be insensitive, but I'm trying to make the pronouns match to the character's current mental state. Sorry if this is confusing, it will be definitely resolved in later chapters.
Chapter 1 Rating: PG
Lost in Time: Chapter 1
"Quinn!"
The scream echoed through his head, making his brain rattle and his ears ache, and then silence. Deafening silence. It all felt like a dream.
He could feel the pressure against his side. The blonde wanted to pull away from it, but the blackness came quicker than he could react.
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Rachel was beside herself as she paced in the waiting room of the nearest hospital. This couldn't be happening, not again. She could feel herself beginning to wheeze.
"Rachel, sweetie, you have to calm down," her father urged through the cell phone that was pressed between her ear and shoulder.
"Quinn…Daddy," she whimpered.
"I know baby, we're on the way, just hang tight. You know Quinn will make it through this," he tried to assure.
There were other hurried words. To Rachel they all blurred together.
Thankfully, Kurt swiped the phone from her and talked to Leroy. "She's fine…I mean, physically she's fine…mentally, well you heard her…" he mumbled into the phone.
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Two agonizing hours were spent in that horrid waiting room and Rachel wasn't feeling any better.
How could she? Quinn might be dead.
"He's not dead," Kurt interjected, making Rachel frown. Apparently she was voicing her thoughts out loud.
Just then, a doctor came through the doors and Rachel started to panic. It was too soon. The surgery couldn't possibly be over…Quinn must be…
"Mrs. Fabray, I'm Dr. Alexer," he said, a blank expression on his face.
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Rachel settled into the chair bedside the hospital bed, choking back a sob. Quinn looked so broken, but it wasn't nearly as bad as she assumed.
"Our biggest concern is head trauma…"
"…the physical wounds are minimal…"
"…might have memory lost….might not wake up…"
Rachel leaned her head against a sturdy shoulder, her tears slipping down her cheeks as she gripped desperately to a familiar pale hand.
"Quinn…baby please…" she whispered brokenly, looking at the bandage the encased a blonde head of hair.
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It went on like that day after day. Leroy and Hiram had arrived only a few hours after the initial phone call and had dutifully been watching over her daughter as she grieved over her unconscious spouse.
Kurt tried to be helpful, but he couldn't just take off work to be with Rachel and was incredibly grateful for the Berry men.
One day…then two…then three…
A week had passed with no sign of Quinn's health improving.
"…our tests show little activity…"
"The possibility of waking is slim…there's not enough brain activity…"
Rachel seemed to deteriorate the longer Quinn was comatose and now the doctors were certain he couldn't wake. It broke her heart.
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Three more weeks passed and at the doctors insisting she prepare for the most horrible decision of her life.
"What is your decision?" the doctor asked gently.
They had already given her the facts. Low chance of survival. Only being kept alive by machines. Little brain activity.
She gave the doctor a slight nod, gripping Quinn's hand tighter. He turned his back to her and gently turned the dials.
"Quinn Fabray, you listen to me. I am your wife and you are not going to leave me. We have our whole lives ahead of us. Wake up now," Rachel demanded as sternly as she could, her voice quivering. Hiram gently gripped her shoulder from behind.
"Quinn, open your eyes," the little brunette commanded her voice getting louder.
"Honey…"
"Don't!" she cried, jerking away from her father's gentle touch.
"Quinn, you have to listen to me, I'm your wife and…"
"God Berry, do you ever stop yelling?"
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The room went still. Was it real? That voice…that beautiful voice.
Rachel let out a sob, seeing Quinn's eyes shifting under their lids. "That's it baby," she whispered with a broken laugh, squeezing her hand around the blonde's.
"Get Dr. Takashi," Alexer demanded of one of the nurses, moving closer to the side of the bed and peering down at his patient.
"Quinn, can you hear me?" he asked.
"Yes," came the answer and those dormant eye lids fluttered open.
"Quinn!" Rachel cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at her lover. Her fathers embraced behind them, trying to hide their own tears.
Those hazel eyes squinted against the light, wincing as the doctor leaned over her.
"I'm in the hospital again…" the blonde commented with a frown. Rachel looked confused at the "again", but ignored it. Quinn was awake!
She wanted to lean over and kiss her spouse senseless, but suddenly there was all this movement.
The second doctor entered the room and Rachel was pried away from her lover. "Wait!"
"Please just hang on Mrs. Fabray," the doctors pleaded, hovering over Quinn and checking all of her vitals.
"My head…" Quinn groaned.
"Just give us a moment Quinn. You've just awakened from a coma," one doctor assured.
"All vitals are good," a nurse announced.
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It had only been about fifteen minutes that Quinn was awake, but it was fifteen minutes of pure bliss to Rachel. Hearing that perfect voice, seeing those beautiful eyes…it was like heaven. Even as the nurses held her back, she had cried happily in her father's arm.
The final word was Quinn was not only going to live, but had little to no lasting effect from any brain damage.
Of course, they hadn't been able to do a full evaluation in fifteen minutes, but the prospect seemed good.
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Rachel gingerly sat on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off, but her body turned toward Quinn. She gently stroked her fingers along a pale forehead.
As if on cue, her lids fluttered.
"Hey you," Rachel whispered, trying to control the giddy excitement that bubbled up in her chest at the sight of those eyes she had missed so much.
"Rachel, what are you doing here?" Quinn questioned in a raspy voice.
It was always the same questions "Why are you here?", "What happened?", or "Where's everyone else?"
Rachel had no idea who everyone else was, but she cherished just hearing that melodic voice for a minute or so before Quinn slipped back into slumber.
"Let me get you some water," Rachel said gently. She moved over and grabbed a cup, before filling it from the pitcher the nurses had left.
Sitting on the bed once more, she brought the cup to Quinn's lips. The blonde eyed her carefully before accepting the sip.
"How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?"
Quinn looked like she might try to shake her head, but paused. "No… just tired…"
"That's normal baby, you're healing," Rachel assured, gently dragging the back of her fingers along Quinn's cheek.
The blonde shied away from the action with a wince, since she didn't dare move her head. Rachel frowned.
"Look…I appreciate you being here, but I'm a little confused…"
"Baby…"
"Why do you keep calling me that?" Quinn interjected, staring into Rachel's eyes with defiant look. Rachel's brows arched on her forehead.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I know we're supposed to be friends or whatever, but you're kind of weirding me out," Quinn scoffed.
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It hit her like a ton of bricks. Quinn wasn't the same.
She paged the nurse, worrying her lower lip as Quinn was starting to drift off again. Instead of the nurse, she was greeted with Dr. Alexer a few minutes later.
"Rachel, how is Quinn?" he asked, noting the woman's worried expression.
"Doctor…I don't think Quinn remembers everything," she told him, obviously concerned. He frowned a bit and looked over at the sleeping Quinn. Moving over, he checked the different monitors.
"I'm sorry to say this, but memory loss is a very common occurrence after a head injury…"
"But…"
"It may only be temporary. Disorientation after waking is normal…"
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It wasn't temporary.
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The likelihood that this story will be updated on a regular basis is slim. I do plan on working on it when I can, but I might not be updating consistently.