A/N: ((Dearest Readers))
As this is my first, I hope you will enjoy my story as much as i enjoy writing it and I apologize for OOC behavior and such in advance. That said though; this is my Fanfic so I will bend and mold certain things that will help me with my story. I will how ever try my best to not stray too much. As you know I do not own anything (- disclaimer) and I don't profit from writing this in any way. (Other then satisfying my fangirl cravings.) Constructive feedback is always welcome.
Let me know what you think.
Cheers~ CC
Italics - Thinking
Sweetheart,
We need you back home where the nest feels so empty without you. We heard you have picked up some Spanish lately. We hope it isn't giving you too much trouble.
One of your brothers will get in touch to pick you up soon.
With much love,
Dad
"Brother my ass…"
Jacqueline felt as if she had just fallen asleep when a loud persistent banging echoed through the small dark apartment waking her out of her slumber. Peeking out from under the big duvet she glared at the alarm clock on her nightstand. The fluorescent light shone brightly into her eyes.
"3:42am…"
She groaned and rolled over onto her back. The knocking only seemed to get more persistent the longer she waited. When he had called her earlier that day she didn't think he would actually have the audacity to come to her house in the middle of the night… but she had been wrong before and as it seemed she had been again.
She sat up, rubbing her face with the palms of her hand and groaned taking a deep breath to calm the rage slowly bubbling under the surface the louder the banging got. Leaning over she quickly pulled her piece out of the drawer in her bedside table.
"JACK GET YOUR ASS OUTTA BED NOW!" a muffled yell came through the door and she slowly made her way towards the only thing that stood between her and the clearly irritated man on the other end.
Nearly ripping the door out of its hinges she glared at the pissed off blonde.
"Seriously Quinn. Wake the entire block why don't you." She grumbled, extremely tempted to wave her piece in his face just to piss him off more.
With out another word he pushed her back into the apartment and slammed the door receiving a dark look from Jack, her jaw set as she walked into the kitchen, gun still in her hand.
"Put that down before you shoot someone will ya!?" He grumbled at her letting his sore muscles drop onto the soft couch in her small living room.
"Never shot someone who I didn't mean to and I wont start now you big lug."
He chuckled at her as she carried over two glasses and a bottle of tequila and dropped down next to him.
They sat in silence, drinking, letting both their tempers cool down for a while before it made her slightly uncomfortable.
"When are we heading out?" she turned slightly too look at the man sitting next to her, seemingly deep in thought. She lightly bumped her knee against his gaining his attention. He seemed to just stare at her for a while before resumed to stare at what ever he had been before with out as much as an answer.
She gave out an irritated sigh and got up. Taking the bottle of tequila with her as she made her way back to the bedroom.
"There's bedding and shit in the linen closet. So help yourself. Don't wake me before 9 old man."
She could feel his eye's on her just before she got to the door, so she stopped and glanced at him over her shoulder.
"For what it's worth it's good to see you Quinn."
He gave her a curt nod before she retreated back into bed for some much-needed sleep.
She was waking up, very slowly. Something felt off. It was as if someone was calling her name for a while. Though… Shit.
"Myra Jacqueline-"
Her head snapped up.
"FINISH THAT AND YOUR BALLS GO DOWN THE SHITTER!" she glared at him from the comfort of her now very messy bed.
"Only the taxman calls me that and I hate the taxman… and the Lawer… I hate him too."
She got up and shooed him out of the doorway where he had been grinning like an idiot and got ready.
When she got out of the shower and dressed it seemed that more men had arrived. She sent Quinn a questioning glance, which he ignored while delegating tasks to two fairly nervous looking recruits. Soon they had resumed putting her belongings into boxes and carried them out the door as fast as humanly possible.
Blinking, slightly surprised she walked into the kitchen. Though her surprise quickly turned into annoyance when she noticed her coffee maker had already been stowed away. She huffed as Quinn came up behind her bumping her shoulder with his elbow lightly.
"Get you're shit so we can go. The brothers will finish up and get all of your stuff down to Charming."
She grunted a reply and quickly made her way to the bedroom throwing everything she needed in a large duffel bag.
Slipping on her boots and jacket she threw the bag at Quinn and headed out the door, giving her keys to Greg.
"You riding Princess?" She grinned at him and winked before making her way down to the garage. With everything that was happening it was going to be a very long day.
