So I keep popping up with random new stories even though I have two others I'm currently working on but I keep getting ideas in my head so bare with me here, this one will be a short one probably 4 or 5 chapters. So this is a Faberry story based off of the book and the movie Never Let Me Go (although more on the movie because it's much easier to sit and take notes on a movie than it is a book) and if you haven't seen/read it yet, there will be spoilers ahead so I recommend doing one or the other beforehand. The main characters will be Quinn, Rachel, and Finn but I might incorporate some of the other characters as minor roles if it doesn't seem to cheesy and awkward. So Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Prologue

Spring 2024

In the eighteen years passing beyond their creation; a laboratory procedure that had set their destiny for them before so much as a single cell was created, at the mark by which they were considered fully mature and ready to begin the final process leading to their ultimate completion, the children of Hailsham had learned to become so adapted to living a sheltered existence, sculpted amidst its finest detail, that by the time they finally did enter the closest thing to a true existence that any of them would experience in their short, predetermined lives and felt true, unadulterated pain for the first time, the majority of them couldn't even fully process what it was that was happening to them.

Sure, growing up at Hailsham there had been love, pain, jealousy, fear, overwhelming joy… but developing around nothing beyond regulations and boundaries, the dwellings of outside emotions was saved for just that; the outside.

But the children of Hailsham never did get the opportunity to learn much about the outside… to them, the world might as well have both started and ended at the boundary fences surrounding the vast property of their school… and for a lot of them, it actually did.

But even when she had been young, even when she had still found herself bound to the chains of Hailsham, even when she had still naively believed that she would grow up one day to change the world, living in such a mundane existence never had seemed to satisfy Quinn F.'s need, her desire to be something bigger…

It wasn't so long ago now that Quinn used to find herself looking forwards, viewing life in terms of the future and never dwelling on the past. But as time gradually progressed and the time ahead actually began to become shorter than the time behind, she'd performed a rapid and complete 180… and eventually, there came a day where she'd learned only to live strictly in terms of the past.

That had been the day that Quinn, like so many before her, had experienced her true, unadulterated pain for the first time… and, as had those who had come before her and those that will come after, she couldn't even begin to comprehend what was happening around her.

Quinn didn't have an earliest memory of Finn H. who had been her best friend growing up… To Quinn, Finn seemed to just always just sort of… well, be there. Without a definitive time in which he had come to enter her life and managed to change it, sometimes for the better, and sometimes for the worse, Quinn could never quite pinpoint the exact moment in which the two had decided to become best friends.

But with Rachel, things had been different.

At Hailsham everybody already knew that Rachel B. was different from everybody else mainly because unlike all of their other peers and classmates, the memory of the first time they had ever met Rachel B. stuck so strongly out in the backs of all of their minds that they all would have sworn to you that the memory was permanently etched into a stone wall somewhere deep within the confines of their brains.

Despite the fact that they had been so young at the time of their initial meeting, they could still remember the distinct details of Rachel's personality; so full of talent, so raw with emotion that for a long time, rumors would circulate across the school grounds that that Rachel B. girl had been placed here by pure accident, that she wasn't like the rest of them, that she had somehow been created to be beyond what the rest of them could ever even imagine.

But Quinn's earliest memory of Rachel wasn't a physical one… in fact, as compared to the meaning that it had always held deep inside of Quinn's heart her earliest memory of Rachel actually wasn't that powerful at all…

With fuzzy details and a vague outline, Quinn could almost picture the outside corridor surrounding the garden in the front of the Hailsham grounds… It had happened during recess, and while the rest of the students were engaging in flower picking or a friendly game of soccer, Rachel had been doing something different, something strange… something that the children of Hailsham didn't tend to do very often…

She was singing.

And despite being unable to picture the image of this vague memory in its entirety, Quinn could still remember every note, every melody of that song that had been hummed by the five year old Rachel B. on a warm September day at the beginning of their first year at Hailsham… It had been a soft tune, sung in a key that remained alarmingly perfect despite the fact that it had been sung by a five year old child who was supposed to be designed to remain positively soulless…

It still made the hairs on the back of Quinn's neck stand up straight; it still sent a shiver down the entirety of the length of her spine.

It was what brought her back here today… More than twenty years beyond her earliest memory of Rachel B., that had ultimately been what connected the two back together.

Hell, it was what brought them all back here eventually…

The sterility of the operating room was so strong that Quinn could practically taste the antiseptic seeping through a thick wall of cement tile and an observation window made entirely from polycarbonate glass. The empty room in front of her was so typical, so normal that even Quinn had almost forgotten what was scheduled to occur inside of it mere moments from now… and as if on cue the door opened and there she was…

Quinn felt herself press her body subconsciously forwards against the clear glass, but as much as she urged it to sink right through the thick material, she knew that it never would, so instead, she was left to the vices of the next best thing; she closed her eyes, she pressed her cool forehead and her warm palm upwards against the glass, and she imagined her hand entwined amidst Rachel's, and as they shifted Rachel from the old gurney onto the cool metal slab of the operating table, Quinn almost reached the point in which she could actually feel it.

Harsh pink scars littered the younger girl's torso; a tell-tale sign of the two donations that Rachel had already cleared from with great success despite the initial idea that she would be one of those donors too weak to ever reach her third… Her muscles were relaxed, her face was set, and as Quinn slowly opened her eyes and gazed inward towards the now-crowded operating theater, full of surgeons preparing to cut the only person that had ever truly showed her what it meant to love and to be loved open and take her apart, their stares met, and Rachel did something that donors in her current position very rarely did… she smiled.

And with her peace of mind set, prepared to carry her beyond the pains and pressures of her third donation, Rachel forced her eyes away from Quinn, she looked directly upwards towards the ceiling, and she allowed the medications currently seeping through her pre-designed veins to take control.

And suddenly, Quinn wished that she would have been granted the opportunity to look into those eyes just a little bit longer, she wished that she could have known the life they would have lived together had they just been together from the very beginning, she wished the world could have just been fair in so that they might have been in love for the rest of time and beyond…

Because to Quinn, even a lifetime with Rachel would have been too short… of course time wasn't on their side, it never had been… If there was one lesson that Quinn had learned in her time spent at Hailsham it was that… because there was never a future in store for Quinn, or for Rachel, or in fact, any of the children of Hailsham…

There never has been, and there never will be.