A/N: I know, I know I have two stories already being worked on, but I got this idea and it wouldn't leave my head causing my other writing to not properly flourish. Silent Escape is set to have a small hiatus at the Part I stopping point and Once Upon a Time i still plan to update when an Idea pops into my head. I was reading Back to the Beginning by MsCharlieFabray when I finished reading her newest update it prompted me to sit down and write out this idea. So thank you, MsCharlieFabray for your great story giving me the push i needed.
'On My Way' Time Traveler!Quinn with a twist. This story will focus around Quinn and Rachel's relationship and their deep rooted feelings for one another. Quinn will be interacting with Rachel in four different ways. The present day 'real Rachel' a past 'six-year-old Rachel' and two different versions of a 'twenty-six/twenty-seven year old Rachel' There will be moments told through the eyes of present day Rachel but this story aside from the preface and prologue below is told for the most part through the eyes of Quinn.
Quinn will suffer more from PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder), mental, and internal injuries than being temporally paralyzed like on the show.
READ, REVIEW and ENJOY! I live on constructive criticism, it makes me want to do better and cater even more towards my readers.
Title: The Crash
Rating: M – language, strong sexual themes, drug and alcohol use, "character death"
Pairings (in no order): Faberry, Brittana, Tike, Klaine, Finchel
Friendships: Quick, Puckleberry, Pezberry, more
Summary: While recovering from her accident Quinn is placed under the care of one of the more radical doctors in Lima. With his eccentric and what some would say out-of-date methods Quinn is pulled from reality, and given a chance to view the world after her 'death'.
Preface
A man in a crisp white shirt rolled to his forearms, silk smoke grey vest, and tailored perfect black slacks knocked two knuckles atop the white door. Just below the wood, spray painted gold, star. His skin though flawless could not hide the tired sunken eyes, and graying curls of hair atop his un-balding head.
He knocked again.
"I told you I wanted to be left alone," griped a voice from the other side. There was a sniffled that soon followed.
"Someone is on your cell for you sweetheart. It sounds important," answered Leroy Berry.
"I said no phone calls."
Leroy sighed, his daughter's phone still to his ear. "Her door is locked. I can't just barge in." He pulled the phone from his ear as long string of Spanish no doubt derived entirely of vulgar language was spoken to him. He would never understand how her father, a co-worker, would allow the Latina to speak like that so freely. He placed Rachel's phone back against his ear. "Are you finished Miss Lopez? None of that was necessary." He heard the teenager apologize and ask if he would try again. "Of course, just give me a minute."
Another two knuckle knock. "Rachel, this is urgent. It's a Miss Lopez on the phone it concerns your mutual friend Miss Fabray. She has already left you six messages filled your message box, and you twenty missed calls."
The door swung open. Rachel wore a pair of McKinley High red jersey short-shorts and an old, too tight for her father's liking, Les Misérables t-shirt. Her wedding dress lay neatly atop her reading chair, her shoes and other accessories thrown about the room with less care. The small teenager's eyes were blood shot she held out her hand. Leroy handed his daughter her phone.
She promptly slammed the door. He would not take it personal, this time.
Prologue
...Rachel Berry's Bedroom…
The petite brunette gripped the aged envelope, twelve years, it had been twelve years since she was given this letter, and never opened like her six-year-old self promised the young woman she met only twice. 'This is for you Rachel, but I don't want you to open it. Not until something tragic has befallen your life. Do you understand me?' Rachel had nodded vigorously to the young woman after those instructions.
Rachel sighed. She wiped away the tears. The tears which started the moment she entered her room and plunged face first into her pillow. The tears that shed for the 'loss of a fairytale dream' she was not married to her 'prince charming', and at this point Rachel was sure she never would be. The tears that flooded the cotton fiber cloth after she finished her phone call with Santana. In regards to what had really caused Quinn to not show for the wedding at the court house. The tears which fell for a blonde girl who Rachel had barely begun to know and believed would become her best-friend.
It shocked her how well kept the letter was, granted it was never pulled from the confines of the old envelope. She really did become 'an overzealous, controlling, anal-neat-freak' as Quinn had so calmly put. The first night she had spent over at Berry home. And, it all started because of this silly letter. A letter she was given at six-years-old by a complete and total stranger.
Rachel pulled the paper from its confines. She flipped open the two pages of beautifully scripted writing. She began to read.
'If you're reading this Rachel, you either let your curiosity get the better of you, and if so, I beg you to please stop reading now. Wait until the time is right.
Or, a tragic event has taken place, and for that I am sorry. You of all people never deserved to feel the way I'm thinking you feel right now.
With that said, Rachel, before reading any further there are two things I need for you to do? One, don't blame yourself for any of it. Do you understand me? I mean it do not blame yourself. What happened it wasn't your fault. And, two, Rachel, over the next few weeks I need you to promise me you will watch over Brittany and Santana. Santana is going to well be Santana and right now that is not what my mother needs. What my mother needs is to be a Fabray. So Rachel, I need you to watch over Brittany and Santana and tell the others to not come visit until my mother says it's okay. I also know you Rachel. Please don't worry about my mother after reading this. She's going to be okay. My sister is one of the new residents on call and she is helping me as you read this.'
The tiny brunette gaped at the letter. She wiped at her eye, only there were no more tears to be flung. The young woman told her six-year-old self what she would read would blow her mind, but Rachel was not prepared for this.
'I was 18 years old the first time I died. I remember there was white, grey, and red everywhere. There was havoc and I felt alive, but really I was dying. Rachel, sometimes I think we live through things…only to say that it happened. That it wasn't because of someone else what happened was really because of me. Sometimes we live to beat the odds. I'm not crazy…even though they think I am. I live in the same world as everyone else. I just see more of it now, as I'm sure you are.'
Rachel gripped tight to her index finger with her teeth. She continued to read every word. It was as if Quinn were here sitting across from her speaking every word. Except, Quinn was not, Quinn as Santana told her over the phone a half an hour ago. Was at the hospital undergoing extensive surgery to stop a heavy amount of internal bleeding, and to extract large pieces of metal lodged in her lower back. Pieces of her car that lodged themselves into the blonde teenager's body nicking her kidneys, rupturing her spleen, and bruising the nerves of her spine. The Latina also told the brunette they found Quinn clutching her phone with an unfinished text message.
'Frannie and others will have revived my body by the time I reach the inside the hospital. I was hit only few streets away, that's some great luck huh? You can check it out if you don't believe me. Just make sure my mom isn't a crazy mess if you do.'
She held her phone tight. Rachel wanted to call the hospital the minute she hung up the phone with Santana. She was too nervous, so she opted to listen if her father was sent away suddenly for work. No calls came.
'It will be within the next few weeks that matter the most. There's a complication with my treatment and a doctor at the hospital will take me into his care. It's this care he gives that will be the initial cause for my 'death'. If you or Santana hear anything from your fathers in regards to me or odd behavior of patients tell my mother and sister, and they will get me out.
I've seen life after my death twice, and I'm telling you this because it's the only way I know for sure, that if I don't come out of this alive, I can help you, Santana, and the others. Rachel in one of these futures, Puck is going to start smoking again, yes that's right Rachel Puckerman smokes. It will be barely a year after I'm gone, when he'll pass out smoking a cigarette and burns to death in his apartment. You'll continue on with school a month or so more before you can't take it. You dropout and move back home to Lima. That's when you start living that sad obligatory life Santana claims will happen to anyone who stays in this 'God forsaken town'. Kurt will have found his way up to New York. He comes down to visit you Brittany, and Santana since all three of you are living together, all the time and he misses the old you so much.'
Rachel turned the sheet of notebook paper over to an empty back. She set it written words down atop her bedspread and began to read the second page.
'The second future I've seen on the surface looked and felt wonderful. I was so happy for you the first time we met, again. You were on Broadway, Rachel, you had Tony nominations set, and you were living the life you had always dreamed…Finn included. That's what I mean by 'on the surface it was perfect'. You did end up marrying Finn a few months after my passing. You'll both move to New York, but none of what you planned was going right. All Finn would do during your first two and a half years away together was complain that there was never enough time for him. You were always so busy with school, and he could never find any work for himself. However, once you started to receive roles with all you hard work and determination. He started to take an interest in what you were doing, and offered to manage the small career you created. While you finished school and received your degree. The others although proud of you are shocked at how much you have allowed Finn to take control of your life. Especially Kurt, Puck, and Santana. With this success you have lost your ability to make your own choices. I am begging you Rachel. Please don't ever let that happen.
Sometimes life can only really begin with the knowledge of death. That it can all end even with you least want it too. The important thing in life is to believe, that it's never too late. I promise you Rachel, no matter how bad things look now. They look better awake than they do asleep. When you die, there is only one thing you want to happen. You want to come back, and I WILL COME BACK to you Rach.
-Quinn'
This was insane. None of this could be real, could it? Rachel flipped her phone back and forth in her hand until finally activating the touchpad she began to dial a number. "Hello? Yes, I'm looking for a recent patient of yours. Yes…mm-hmm...Quinn Fabray…is she out of surgery? Not until tomorrow…tell me if you could…is it documented that she legally died at all during this ordeal? Right, as she entered the hospital she was revived by the staff…all right thank you very much."
She looked again at the folded papers. If this was right if what a 'future Quinn' had told her was right. Rachel gagged at the thought of either future. It was up to her now to make sure her future went as she expected it too, as well as to protect Quinn form whatever would take place in the care of this 'doctor'. She would speak with Santana. Rachel would make her see the truth even if she had to annoy the Cheerio to death.
Please review, I hope you enjoyed the start of the story.