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Chapter Two

The early morning air approaches Rachel Berry like a cold blanket. She loved the early morning, especially in the spring. The air was brisk, but not too cold to be freezing. She parked her mountain bike against the building and took off her helmet. From underneath it appeared her short, dark brown hair. At the moment she started to work here, she had decided to cut her hair short, it was way more practical than her long locks. She noticed none of her colleague's had arrived, but she expected that. Why would they? As long as they didn't have a medic, they wouldn't fly a lot, only in emergency and if there would be a reservist from the hospital. Her shift started in about an hour, so she was pretty early. She walked inside the building to drop her helmet and picked up an apple from the lounge. There were times she wondered what her life would have looked like if things had gone differently. Would she be a star in Broadway? Performing and singing used to be her life, but now she had something else to make her adrenaline pomp. She grinned and walked outside to the red and yellow helicopter that was standing stand-by next to the base of the 512th squadron in Roswell. She climbed into the cargo and checked everything over, while whistling a song that was stuck in her head.

Rachel:

Yeah, you may think that I'm a zero

But hey, everyone you wanna be

Probably started off like me

You may say that I'm a freakshow (I don't care)

But hey, give me just a little time

I bet you're gonna change your mind

A motorbike pulled up on the road and parked on the parking lot.

All of the dirt you've been throwin' my way

It ain't so hard to take (that's right)

'Cause I know one day you'll be screamin' my name

And I'll just look away (that's right)

Rachel didn't notice some blonde woman came standing next to the cockpit, looking up interested. Rachel was all caught up in her work and the song.

Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth

So everyone can hear

Hit me with the worst you got and knock me down

Baby, I don't care

Keep it up, and soon enough you'll figure out

You wanna be

You wanna be

A loser like me

A loser like me

"Can't believe you still remember that song, Manhands."

Startled, Rachel stocked her singing and work. There were just a few people who called her like that and she hadn't heard the name in a while. Slowly she looked down. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened a few times.

"Lost your tongue? I'm not used to that from you, Rach." The woman smirked as the dark haired woman climbed out of the chopper and came standing in front of the blonde who was slightly taller.

"No…Just…Quinn?" Surprised Rachel looked up at her high school rival. She never ever expected to see Quinn here, she thought Quinn left to go study somewhere. "What are you doing here?"

Now Quinn glanced at the building and a sad smile appeared on her face. "I'm coming home." Rachel scowled, she didn't understood what Quinn was saying. "Come on. Briefing on eight thirty, right?"

Rachel nodded and went with Quinn into the building.

"Quinn, you're back?" Joyce, who managed the desk and was the meteo of the crews, came from behind her desk and hugged the tall blonde. Grinning, Quinn let Joyce, she had missed the red head.

"Nope, I'm her twin sister," she mocked and Joyce chuckled.

"Don't mock me."

"Get used to it. I'm staying."

Quinn walked up the stairs, Rachel leant against the desk towards Joyce, who was gathering her slides.

"You know her?" she asked and the redhead nodded before glancing up at Rachel. Joyce had started to like Rachel. At first she had her doubts about Rachel, she had reminded her to much about Jaidy, but Rachel was really nice and a brilliant pilot. Slowly, they had started to know each other and she had quickly learned Rachel wouldn't talk about her past, not even when she got drunk. Joyce chuckled inside, she and Jackie, the WING-Ops had tried it, but Rachel had looked right through them.

"You two are trying to get me drunk so I will start blabbering about my past," Rachel stated, glaring at the two innocent looking women next to her.

"No, we wouldn't dare," Jackie had said and shove another beer towards Rachel. Rachel had glared at it for a few moments and had shoved it back.

"I'm supposed to fly tomorrow and I do that rather sober," she had joked. She had stood up, paid the bill and left. At the door she had turned to the two at the bar. "To trick me, you have to get up really early," she had winked and went outside.

"Damn," Joyce had murmured. Their 'flawless' plan had turned out not to be flawless after all.

"Yes, that's Quinn, she used to be medic here and apparently she's back," Joyce said, getting out of her thoughts. Rachel nodded and stared up the stairs.

"Why'd she left?"

Joyce followed her stare and sighed.

"You have to ask her. Come, we are running late."

Joyce came from behind her desk and together with Rachel she went upstairs to the briefing room.

It felt good to walk through the familiar halls and wearing the familiar uniform. But although it felt good, it also felt weird. It felt weird to walk here, without seeing the familiar faces she longed to see, but with the horrible memories of what happened. She swallowed as she set foot into the silence filled briefing room. Quinn stood in the doorway, looking into the room. There was a sort of tribune, on each step stood a row with chairs with a tray attached to it. Last time she was here, she heard she was about to fly right into a raging storm. She knew the storm was coming and still Jaidy and Ralf decided to go when the call-out came. She should have stopped them, then… She sighed, this was all afterwards thinking, there was nothing she could change now. She stepped into the room and her eye caught the pictures on the back wall. The very familiar smiling faces stared at her, one in particular held her eye. The door behind her slammed open and a few men entered, while busy talking and mocking with each other. Quickly Quinn walked up the steps to take her old seat in the back of the room, against the wall. She scanned the faces, she didn't see any familiar faces. Another group of people entered and now she recognized the faces of crew B and smiled at them. Surprised, Richard Jackson, also medic, came sitting next to her.

"Welcome back," he said and smiled at her. She smiled back and winked. She wanted to let him know she was still the same, but she saw the pity lingering in his eyes. She looked away from him as Edmund Wagner, lieutenant and pilot of crew B, stood up and leant against the small desk standing in front of the room.

"Good morning, ladies and gentleman. Time check."

Automatically, Quinn shove back her sleeve to check her watch. She looked up and saw Rachel sitting in the front row, as were Jackie Brands and Joyce Reece.

"And top. CO."

The tall German pilot walked back to his chair. Just before he sat down, he winked at her and smiled. She grinned back at him and glanced at the CO.

"I have some good news for crew A. As of today, you will have a medic in your team. Lieutenant Fabray, welcome back. We are really glad to have you." He smiled slightly at her and she nodded. She saw the faces of her crew turn to her, as well did Rachel. Her eyes were big of surprise and Quinn just grinned at her. "Meteo."

Joyce stood up and ran through the weather forecast. As far as Quinn could see it, there was nothing special. A nice temperature and a friendly sun. After Joyce finished, a tall dark man stood up.

"The program of today. Crew B under command of lieutenant Wagner is stand by until twelve o'clock this afternoon. Crew A takes over the stand by until twelve o'clock tomorrow." He looked up from his paper and glanced briefly at the CO who nodded. "Crew A under command of myself, will have a trainings flight at ten o'clock with our new medic. We'll have a trainings winch."

She felt the glances of the flight engineer, she thought he was called Ned, on her face, but she ignored him. She looked out of the window and saw the landscape glide under her.

"Ned, Fabray, you're ready?"

The voice of Ferdy made her look up. She saw Ned's questioning look and realized she was about to do the one thing that frightened her. Hanging on a cable underneath a helicopter.

"I am ready. Ned?" She looked at the flight engineer who nodded. She unbuckled her belt, detached her helmet from the intercom and stood up to walk towards the now open cargo door. She attached the winch on her harness and sat down on the floor, her feet resting on the reeling underneath the chopper. Her eyes slid over the landscape underneath her.

"We can put her there on that small plateau. Fabray, you okay with that?" Rachel asked, looking over her shoulder. Quinn just nodded and took a deep breath.

She felt the winch got winched up a bit so she got free from the chopper and swung herself outside. For a moment she looked into Ned's eyes, he smiled reassuring at her. Then she felt she lowered towards the plateau. The first meters she had her eyes closed, trying to get used to the feeling she was floating. Then she remembered she had open her eyes, 'cause she had to direct the pilot towards the landing place. She looked right and saw the plateau coming towards her. As she could see it, Rachel was flying good, there was no need for directions. The plateau came nearer and she felt the rock under her feet. She put up her thumb as she stood steadily and detached the winch cable.

"We'll flying around the mountain and pick you up again," Ferdy's voice sounded through her radio.

"Copy that," she reacted and watched the helicopter fly away.

She decided to explore the plateau, but soon she found out there wasn't much to explore. She had to admit, going down again wasn't as scared as she thought it would be. Actually, it felt really good. She took in the clear air and looked at the landscape around her. Yes, she had missed this. A lot. The sound of the helicopter pulled her attention and watched it came closer to her. For a moment she had a dיjא vu and took a deep breath.

Worriedly Quinn looked at the sleeping, injured woman next to her. Quinn hoped help would come soon, this woman needed to go to the hospital immediately. She gave the woman one last look before she poked her head outside the shield. It looked like the wind had calm down a bit, but was still roaring around the mountain and their improvised shield. Suddenly her attention got pulled up. She squinted, there was really a red spot coming towards them. Rescue was close, they would survive, unlike her crew.

The sound of the helicopter above her pulled her back to the present. She glanced up and saw the winch cable coming down. With one hand she reached to it and grabbed it out of the air. With an automatic movement she attached the cable on her harness and waved at Ned. The cable pulled and she felt she got free from the ground. A smile crept up her face, she was home again.

"Welcome back aboard, Quinn," Rachel said through the intercom as soon as Quinn connected her helmet to the intercom.

"Thanks, Ma..Berry," Quinn answered and glanced at the front.

"We're going to take a detour. There are a three hikers missing, we're going to help," Rachel informed her and looked briefly over her shoulder. For a moment their eyes met each other, than Rachel looked back.

Focusing on the task on hand, Quinn looked outside. She felt the adrenaline kick in like she used to feel before a call out. It was a different rush then she felt whenever an ambulance would pull in the ambulance bay, this was way more intense. She remembered the many times she flew out like this, a small smile crept up her face.

"This is the RMT 04 for Roswell base. Over."

Rachel's voice pulled the blond back to the present. She looked up front, from her spot she could see Rachel's shoulder. Quinn wondered how Rachel ended up as a co-pilot, Quinn knew how much the diva desired for Broadway.

"Roswell Base for RMT 04. What's your ETA? Over."

"2 to 3 minutes. What's the status there? Over."

The helicopter made a gentle slight to the left, if Quinn saw it right they were heading to the south. Her experience learned that on the south side of the Rockies were dangerous cliffs.

"The ground team stranded about 2 kilometers from the spot where the hikers were signaled. Looks like you're on your own. Over."

"Great," Rachel said, she sounded rather depressive.

After two more minutes they landed on the spot where the hikers where spotted. Quinn saw two tents and the remainder of a fire.

"Okay, we're going to split," Ferdy said; he radiated authority. "Berry, you go with Fabray. Fabray, you know the area?" he asked, his eyes met hers. Although he looked tough and someone you wouldn't mess with, Quinn immediately liked him.

"Yes, I do."

Ferdy nodded and unfolded a map. With the four of them they bowed over it. Ferdy pointed at the spot they were now.

"There are two sections they can be. This one and this one. Berry and Fabray, you take the first section, we do the second."

They set their radio's and went off into the wilderness, on the look for the lost hikers.

With the two of them, Quinn and Rachel strode through the bushes. Quinn walked slightly behind the former diva, just to take her in. Quinn noticed Rachel cut her hair, really short.

"Rachel, where did your hair go?" the blonde asked, she knew how fond Rachel was of her hair.

"I left it with the barber," Rachel answered dryly and checked the map quickly. The blonde chuckled and looked around her, trying to recognize the area they were in. "Come, this way."

Quinn looked up and saw Rachel had turned right. Quickly she followed her and came walking next to Rachel. Quinn realized there was something else different about Rachel, she wasn't rambling about random things like she used to high school.

"So, why did you cut your hair?" Quinn asked, still curious.

"It wasn't practical with this job. I mean, a helmet is a killer for your hair," Rachel answered and smiled slightly at Quinn.

"True." Quinn remembered the times Jaidy was cursing at her hair.

In silence the two women hiked further in search for the lost hikers. After an hour of hiking, they decided to rest for a few minutes. Rachel sat down on a fallen tree stump, Quinn took her bottle out of her backpack. She took a zip while looking around. Sudden realization hit her when she saw where they were. She put away her bottle and turned to Rachel.

"I know where they are," she said excitedly and held her hand out to Rachel, who looked up surprised.

"Where?"

"There is this peak, it's very popular by hikers. It's called Devil's Peak," Quinn explained.

"You sure?" Rachel asked, she had heard about this peak and had hoped she wouldn't have to go rescue someone up there.

"Positive. Come on."

Rachel grabbed Quinn's hand and stood up. At the moment they touched it was like there was an electric shock between them and they stared at each other. After what seemed ages, Rachel let go of the blonde's hand.

"You coming?"

Rachel was standing a few feet away, looking back at the confused blonde.

"Yeah."

They reached the peak and looked down. Halfway were the three hikers laying on a ledge, without any sign of ropes. Only one seemed to be moving, the other two weren't moving.

"Are they idiots?" Quinn stated when she didn't see the ropes. Apparently the hikers went down without any ropes.

"Uh, I think so…" Rachel looked hesitating over the edge, looking a bit pale. Quinn on the other hand was packing out her climbing ropes and attached them to her harness.

"You're not going to tell me you're afraid of heights, are you?" Despite the situation, Quinn looked amused at the tiny brunette. Rachel just nodded slightly. "And you're a pilot?"

"That's different," Rachel defended herself and helped the blonde medic with her ropes. Quickly Rachel wrapped the ropes around a tree, so she could handle the ropes when the blonde would go down.

"You gotta explain that to me someday," Quinn said and walked to the edge. She stood backwards to the depth and looked at Rachel.

"I've got you," she assured the blonde. Quinn nodded and jumped of the edge. As quick as she could she lowered herself down towards the ledge. As she reached them, she saw that two hikers were unconscious, the third leant against the rock. He bleed heavily from a wound on his forehead, he was pressing a cloth to his head. Quinn detached the ropes from her harness and quickly checked the wound.

"You'll live," she said and turned her attention to one of the unconscious men.

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