Hey, I know it's been a while but here I am with an old fic. Like I said in my last story, Pezberry isn't the same for me and I don't feel like writing or reading about them anymore. I feel like it's been years since I started writing about them, even though it's only been a couple years, maybe it's just me getting old and weary ^^. I will remember this ship fondly and keep them in my heart because I rediscovered the joy of writing thanks to them but it's time to give their ship a rest...
Despite shipping Shoot, SuperCorp, Sanvers, SS Endurance (Lara Croft and Sam), I don't feel like I can project myself enough into their mind to make them speak like I was able to with Santana and Rachel. And lezbe honest, with all the plot holes in glee, it was easy to just put your headcanon into the mix.
This site allowed me to meet one of my closest friends (Stef, best bitches forever), some great people (Tea, Sha, Amanda, Miesha…) and some more anonymous although faithful readers and reviewers that I only know by pseudo but who gave me so much support and love.
I hope I'll find inspiration with a new ship because I don't want to give up on writing completely. Honestly, I could be seduced by writing Supercorp because I find them amazing and they have so much chemistry. It's like destiny you know, Superman + Lois Lane/ Supergirl + Lena Luthor, S+LL. Am I rambling? Yes I am rambling, but just between us, Lena Luthor can push me violently against her desk and kiss me senseless anytime :p
Anyway, I'm not the type to let my work unfinished so I decided to finish my 2 incomplete stories and publish them to conclude this journey. Here's the first one, I hope you'll like it and sorry if it's not as elaborate as usual. You can always PM for any reason, I always answer.
May we meet again, Pezberry shippers…
Ophélia
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Disclaimers: don't own glee, lost or any song used in this fic
Season 3, Nationals are in Miami. Rach broke up with Finn after the outing and Britt never started dating san and started dating Sam after Artie.
It's Pezberry friendship with the start of their relationship. I won't do a sequel, like I said I'm finishing this story and I like to let it open so you can use you own imagination to picture what happens next.
Warning: death. Rated M to be sure
A/N: I stumbled across an episode of Lost and it gave me feelings. Since I was bored, I decided to try and write some pezberry crash story about it. I know there's already one or two out there but yeah, give it a try.
The New Directions were on the plane to Miami for Nationals. The group had refused to go on a bus or by train and insisted on taking the plane. After bribing Sue for her help, they were able to get enough money to travel.
The beginning of the flight went smoothly, some members of the club were flying for the first time like Sam and Artie and were all over the place, talking about how awesome it was while others who were already used to it like Quinn and Santana had decided to use the flight to rest.
After 2 hours, the plane started to experience some turbulence. Shortly after, the seat belt sign was illuminated, followed by an announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign. We are now crossing a zone of turbulence. Please return your seats and keep your seat belts fastened. Thank you."
"What's going on?" Sam questioned, nervously moving in his seat.
"It's nothing, Sam, don't worry. It's perfectly common for a flight to encounter turbulence. Just keep your seat belt and I'm sure it will be over soon." Rachel answered from the seat on the aisle across from his.
The blonde boy smiled thankfully. "Okay, cool."
Suddenly there was a loud bang and the plane began to lose altitude. Everyone screamed as the plane dropped like a rock toward the ground. Alarms were blaring while everyone was trying to put the oxygen masks on despite the panic. There was a loud bang and then everything went black…
Santana woke up to see trees and a blue sky. Confused, she blinked a few times before looking around her. She was in the middle of a jungle, visibly alone. She moved to stand but hissed in pain when she felt a sting on her stomach. There was blood on her shirt and when she lifted it, she could see a cut. "Oh fuck." Knowing there was nothing she could do right now, she put her shirt back in place and tried to ignore the pain as she struggled to stand. She gritted her teeth and leaned on a tree as she tried to calm her pounding head. "Where the fuck am I?" She scanned around her and all she could see were trees. She had to find the others. "Quinn? Britt?" She tried but was met by silence. "Puck? Anyone?" Silence again. "Is anybody there?" She sighed when no one answered, she needed to start moving and find the plane, the others were probably there.
The Latina walked aimlessly for 20 minutes until she saw smoke coming from the side of the jungle. She ran as fast as she could but stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a scream. She looked around in panic when she heard another scream of pain coming from a familiar voice. "Brittany?!" She whispered. "Britt, I'm coming!" She ran in complete panic toward the voice without thinking until she stumbled onto a beach. She could see the smoking carcass of the plane, luggage everywhere, people lying on the sand, crying and screaming in pain. "Holly shit." She breathed out.
She stared at the scene in front of her until another scream forced her to snap out of her daze. She looked around and spotted Brittany, stuck under a piece of metal. She rushed to her side. "Oh my god, Britt!"
"San!" The blonde cried. "Please, help me, it hurts."
"I know, sweetie, I'm gonna help you, okay, don't worry." The raven-haired girl tried to lift the piece of metal but it was far too heavy. She tried to push and pull it but Brittany screamed in pain. She sighed. "We need help."
"No, don't leave me, please." The tall blonde begged in panic.
"I won't, but I can't move it, it's too heavy, I need to ask someone for help, I'll be right back." The Latina kissed her forehead before glancing around the beach. She needed someone strong who wasn't injured or already helping. She noticed two men who seemed completely lost about the situation – who would blame them – and called out to them. "Hey, you, I need help." She jogged toward them as they looked at her in surprise. "My friend is stuck, I need your help to move a piece of metal." The men kept staring at her like they weren't able to understand. "Oh for fuck sake, now!" She shouted, which seemed to do the trick as they finally nodded and followed her.
The three of them struggled but after a few tries, they were finally able to release Brittany. Santana thanked them and told them to go help others since they were fine while she was taking care of her friend.
"I'm bleeding!" Brittany exclaimed in panic.
"I know, I need to do a tourniquet."
The blonde looked at her friend in confusion. "A what?"
Something to stop the bleeding my dad taught me." She grabbed a shirt that was laying on the sand and tried her best to stop the bleeding and keep Brittany's leg still.
Once she was sure the girl was okay, Santana insisted on looking for the others. Brittany refused at first but when she told her she needed to find Quinn and Sam, the girl agreed, on the condition that she had to be back in two hours maximum, no matter if she found them or not.
Santana walked around the beach, desperately trying to find the familiar faces of her friends and teammates.
When she was starting to think she wouldn't find anyone on the beach, she spotted Puck helping someone behind the plane. "Puck!"
He raised his head and smiled at her. "Fucking yes, you're alive! I knew it. " He opened his arms as he saw the Latina running toward him.
Santana hugged him tightly, ignoring the pain of her cut once again. "Hell yeah, it takes more than a plane crash to take down a Lopez."
Puck chuckled before breaking the embrace. "Right!"
The latina's smile fell when she saw the huge gash which was going from his forehead to beneath his eye. "You're hurt."
"No shit!" He declared. "But it's not that bad, some people need help more than I do
"It's gonna leave a scar." The raven-haired girl stated
"It's okay." Puck smirked. "Chicks dig that."
Santana was about to call him lame when they heard a weird crackling noise coming from the reactor of the plane. "Oh oh, that's not good."
"We have to move, help me carry him!" Her friend ordered as he grabbed the man he was helping earlier. They were still rushing away when suddenly, the reactor exploded, sending them all to the ground.
It took them a moment to recover. "Are you okay?" Puck asked first.
"Seeing the situation it's a dumb question but if you mean if I'm still in one piece, yes. You?"
"Yeah." Puck glanced at the man they had helped who had passed out. "At least better than him."
Santana stood before asking. "Did you find anyone else?"
Her friend shook his head. "No, I woke up on the beach and then this guy asked for my help."
The Latina nodded. "I found Britt, but I need to keep searching for Quinn and the others."
"I should go with you."
"No, you should help this guy and then stay with Britt."
"Come on!" Puck argued.
"Dude, you could have a concussion," Santana insisted. "Britt can't walk and needs company. Besides she could help you clean your wound…"
Puck sighed in defeat. "Fine, but you better come back soon."
"I will." The Latina showed him where Brittany was before quickly moving toward the jungle. If they weren't on the beach, they might have ended up there like her.
As soon as Santana reached the jungle, she started calling Quinn. She could only hear her voice echo as an answer. She called again as she kept going further deep between the trees. Suddenly, she noticed a scarf on a branch. It looked like the one Quinn was wearing this morning. She moved to grab a scarf, but stopped when the movement seemed to wake the pain on her stomach. She cried in pain and fell to her knees, holding her side. "God…" She moaned. She glanced at her shirt and there was a huge stain of blood. She lift it and studied the cut. It was deeper than she had thought and she had probably made it worse with all her running around. There was no doubt she needed stitches if she didn't want to bleed to death. It wouldn't be her first rodeo, she had stitches before but without proper medical equipment, a doctor and most importantly anaesthetic, it would hurt like a bitch. Her dad had showed her once how to do it but she had never practiced. It was going to be a mess. She stalled for a while, hoping the bleeding would lessen but it was clear it wouldn't, she resigned herself to finding a first aid kit and sewing kit in some luggage she had seen on her way.
The Latina stood up but was barely able to take a few steps before falling down. "Fuck." She could feel the tears gathering in her eyes as the pain and weight of the situation dawned on her. She closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths. She could feel herself slowly drifting away but she snapped her eyes open when she heard someone call her name. Without moving, she glanced toward the voice.
Rachel came out of the nowhere, calling her name again. "Santana, oh my god," The girl looked like crap, she had scratches everywhere and she also had cut on her left arm. "Oh my god, I've never been so happy to see you. You're alive, I'm not alone anymore." She started crying as she kneeled down next to the Latina. She seemed to realise Santana wasn't in good shape and gasped. "You're bleeding, are you okay?"
"Oh peachy…"
The diva frowned. "I'm serious!"
"I was about to pass out, what do you think, Sherlock?" The Latina snapped.
"There's no need to be aggressive, Santana, I'm just trying to help."
Santana sighed. "Find a med kit and a needle with some thread."
The brunette raised an eyebrow questioningly. "What do you need a needle for?"
"To stitch myself up." The Latina replied as if it wasn't obvious.
"What?" Rachel's eyes went wide. "No no no, you can't," She shook her head. "You're not a doctor and this is not sanitary at all! Look where we are, you could get an infection…"
"Yes, Rachel," The raven-haired girl mocked. "Look where we are, do you really think Meredith Grey is gonna come out of these bushes? No, so I can't just wait and bleed to death. B'sides, my papi taught me how to do it so…"
"And did you even practice?" The petite girl questioned doubtful.
"Yes…"
"Oh my god, Santana" Rachel cried, seeing right through the girl's lie.
"Shut up!" Santana was tired of all the talking. The girl's presence might have helped stop her tears but definitely not her pain and she could feel her strength diminishing by the second. She took a shallow breath. "Just… go get what I need or at this rate, you'll have my death on your conscience."
The diva gasped. "Don't you dare say something like that Santana Lopez!"
"Go!"
Rachel growled but stood up hastily to find what Santana needed. After what seemed like forever, she was finally back. "Sorry it took so long, I couldn't find a needle." She lay a shirt she had brought with her on the ground and put all she gathered on it. "I only found band aid and gauze so I needed something to clean the wound so I went a little further to find other luggage and I found this bottle of tequila. It's alcohol so in the worst case scenario, which let's be honest, we are in, can probably be use as a disinfectant for your cut and sterilize the needle even though this is not the best and a proper…"
"Thank you WebMD," The Latina cut her off. "Can we just get this over with…" She quickly asked the girl to sterilize the needle and prepare everything.
"Who travels with that? A full bottle of tequila in their luggage. I mean, they didn't even have the basic things to travel but they brought alcohol." Rachel rambled, clearly nervous about what Santana was about to do.
"I don't know people?" The cheerleader answered, barely following the conversation as she tried to stay focus on staying awake.
"Yes, people with a drinking problem". The diva retorted as she poured some tequila on the gauze to clean Santana's cut.
"Jeez, way to be judgemental, Berry." Santana grabbed the gauze and without thinking, put it right on her wound. Realising her mistake, she pulled away with a shout of pain.
"Fuck, it hurt, oh god." The Latina moaned in pain as tears streamed down her face.
"I'm going to ask you again, are you sure this is a good idea?" The brunette asked full of concerned.
"Yes, yes." Santana tried to breathe slowly, in and out. "Just need to take it slow." She settled in the best position possible and grabbed the needle with the thread and brought it closer. She tried to start stitching herself but her vision became blurred. "I can't."
Rachel smiled sympathetically. "It's okay… I… I can just apply pressure on it and…"
"No, you have to do it." The Latina declared, handing her the needle
"You want me to do it?" The petite girl started panicking. "Are you out of your mind? I have no knowledge in medicine, as much as it pains me to say it and…"
"Yes probably because I'm forced to put my health into your hands right now." The cheerleader interrupted her again. "I hate it as much as you do but it's not like we have a choice."
"I…"
"Please…" Santana insisted, she was exhausted and it was taking too much of her strength to fight. "Just concentrate on closing the wound. Square knots are best but don't worry about making it pretty, it's not a surgery class."
"Alright but, please bear with me and don't hate me for it." The brunette shakily took the needle and got ready. She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry in advance, sincerely, for the pain you're going to experience..."
"Just do it!" The raven-haired girl barked just when Rachel plunged the needle into her skin. She screamed in pain so the brunette froze. "Please, just don't stop." She took a swing of the bottle of tequila before squeezing Rachel's leg. If the girl was hurt by the tight grip, she didn't show it.
"Come on, Rachel, don't throw up, you can do this, focus." Rachel whispered to herself.
Santana screamed again, feeling dizzy. "Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry…"
The Latina passed out soon after as the diva tried to finish her makeshift stitches.
Santana woke up confused and dizzy. It took her a moment to realise where she was and what had happened. Suddenly, it dawned on her that her head was resting on Rachel's lap and the girl was playing with her hair. She practically purred at the touch. "This is nice…"
The diva giggled. "You're back! Do you want me to continue? I was scared you wouldn't woke up so I thought it would help if you felt connected to someone…"
Hearing the girl's voice snapped her out of her daze. "What? no!" She tried to move away before quickly hissing in pain. "Don't do that again, we're not gal pals, okay?"
The petite girl looked at her confused. "I'm sorry, we're not what?"
"Nothing, just, don't do it again." The Latina rushed to say as she stood up slowly.
"Oh, mmhhh okay," Rachel answered with a hint of hurt in her voice at how violently Santana pushed her away. "I'm sorry such a simple gesture made you uncomfortable, I was just…"
"Well now it's over, so thanks, let's move on and find the others." The cheerleader barely looked at the diva and gathered the first aid kit to take it with her. She grabbed Quinn's scarf and headed deeper toward the jungle.
The brunette bit her lips and nodded, silently following Santana.
They walked in silence for about 20 minutes until Santana noticed Rachel touching the cut on her arm with a scowl on her face. She stopped. "Is your arm alright?"
"I, I think so."
"Let me check." The Latina stepped closer.
"Oh so now you don't mind being close to me and making physical contact?" The diva said incredulously.
The raven-haired girl scowled. "What are you talking about?"
"Well you seemed more than repulsed by me earlier so forgive me for being surprised that…"
"Oh my god," Santana exclaimed. "Do you have to be such a drama queen?"
"I'll have you know that it's not being overdramatic to point out a pretty awful reaction you had when…"
"Okay fine, thank you for taking care of me," The cheerleader stopped the girl before she could start ranting. "I was just confused, I'm not scared to touch you. Here" She patted Rachel's head, arm and poked the girl's stomach. "See? Now sit on this rock and let me take a look."
Rachel huffed but sat on the rock behind her. "I don't even know why I wanted to be friends with you."
Santana chuckled at the girl's childish comment. "Because I'm awesome, Berry, and you know it." She studied the cut on the girl's arm, it was ugly but not too deep.
"Could you be cockier?"
The Latina smirked. "Definitely." She poured the tequila they had kept on a fresh piece of gauze and pressed it on the wound.
The diva giggled despite herself before hissing in pain. "Did you find anyone?" She asked to distract herself.
"Puck and Britt are on the beach, they're hurt but okay. You?"
The brunette shook her head. "No, I woke up in the middle of the jungle, underneath some seats. It took me some time to get out and then I walked aimlessly until I heard you scream in pain."
Santana scoffed. "I didn't."
"Oh please," The petite girl rolled her eyes. "We both know you did and frankly you should keep your energy for something other than pretending you're nothing but human right now."
The cheerleader glared at her. "God you're annoying. You were right, why are we friends again?"
Rachel sighed wearily. "Just take care of my cut so we can look for the others."
"Great, I guess you also think you're the glee club princess here." The taller girl muttered.
The diva rolled her eyes again but decided not to answer, knowing full well how their argument could go sometimes. They had more urgent things to do right now…