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One of Their Own


Quinn slumps down onto the sofa beside Rachel; "So, how's Finn handling impending fatherhood?"

"Surprisingly well, although; he has become incredibly overly protective and cautious."

"It's good to be cautious…" Quinn mumbles, Rachel takes her hand and gives her a comforting squeeze.

"You okay?" The brunette whispers, making sure that neither Frannie nor Judy overheard her. The two older blondes were sat on the other side of the room chatting quietly.

Quinn lets out a shaky sigh; "Yeah, I'm good; it's just been a long day."

Rachel nods her head in understanding, she goes to open her mouth again but stops as they all hear loud frantic shouts come from outside.

Rachel's brown eyes widen in panic.

Without hesitating; Frannie runs out of the room and sprints up the stairs to her son.

The voices grow louder and eventually barge in through the house.

Sam and Joe burst into the room, guns at the ready with panicked expressions.

"Where's Jake?" Rachel looks up at Sam anxiously.

The blonde mouths; "Frannie" and points up to the ceiling. Both him and Joe lean up against the door and listen in.

"SAM! JOE!"

"HELP!"

"JAKE!"

Joe flings open the door; instantly recognising the voices and sees Blaine, Azimio and Puck cradling an unconscious Sebastian.

"What the hell happened?" Sam surges past the skinny brunette and into the hallway.

"They kn-knew about the tipoff, they were w-waiting for us." Azimio replies whilst clutching his side.

"Where's everyone else?" Jake dashes down the stairs and over to his brother.

"Some are with the boss… and the rest ar-are at the h-hostpital." Blaine pants and bends over in an attempt to catch his breath.

Sam looks at the red stains on each of his friends; "QUINN!"

Quinn jumps up from her protective position over Rachel and rushes to the door; "What happened!?"

"We found him like this, I think he might just be unconscious but we didn't have time to check. Please help." Puck pleads; unsure of how much longer he could carry Sebastian.

Quinn hesitates, she had gone to medical school and nearly graduated, but she'd never done anything like this. "I… Uhh…"

"You can do this. We'll be here to help in any way we can." Sam attempts to reassure her.

The shorter blonde gulps before reluctantly nodding; "Okay… put him on the kitchen table."

Puck nods and hurriedly carries his friend through to the back of the house, with the rest of the group all following.

Once Sebastian is laid down on the surface, everyone turns expectantly to Quinn.

"Okay… Jake, grab some towels and some hot water. Blaine, go get the first aid kit." Both boys nod and instantly do as they're told.

Blaine sprints out of the kitchen and nearly runs into Rachel; "Woah! Sorry Rach." He tries to manoeuvre round her but she continues to block his path.

"Where's Finn!?"

"He's fine. He got out before anything bad happened. He's with Russell."

The shorter brunette still doesn't look convinced.

"Finn was the first one out with Russell. Kurt and Burt are with them as well."

Rachel sighs in relief; "Okay."


"How is he?"

Quinn quietly closes the door and sits down on the sofa; "He'll live. The bullet in his side didn't penetrate anything major so I just stitched him up."

"Thank you." Sam says sincerely; "I'm sorry to put you on the spot like that, they would've taken him to the hospital but-"

"Why didn't they then?" Quinn asks harshly.

"Sebastian's on probation, if the cops catch wind of him being shot or involved with us again; he'd be sent straight back to jail."

"Oh…" The shorter blonde looks down at her hands guiltily; "Where's everyone else?" She asks; wanting to change the subject.

"Azimio is upstairs in bed, he got hit in the ribs pretty badly; I thought a break might help… the rest of the guys are outside on watch; after tonight, we're not taking any chances. Frannie, Judy and Rachel are all upstairs; waiting."

"No word on anyone else then?"

"Nope. We've tried to contact them but there's been no answer. I just hope they got Artie, Ryder, Dave and Phil to the hospital in time… Blaine said; 'they looked pretty bad'."

"They'll be fine." Quinn takes his hand into her own and gives it a comforting squeeze.

Sam sighs and rubs the sleep from his eyes; "Yeah, I know. You should go get some rest, at least one of us should."

Quinn nods and stands up; "Night Sam." She kisses the top of his head before walking out into the corridor and up the stairs. She silently opens Frannie's door and peeks inside, her older sister was sleeping under the covers with Cooper cuddled up beside her.

Quinn smiles at the sight before silently leaving, she walks across the landing and goes into her old room.

This was the first time she had stepped inside in years; everything looked the same, as if none of it had been touched since. Her queen sized bed still had the same familiar pink and white floral pattern on the covers and her bedside table still had a large stack of worn-out books on surgical techniques and terminology. Quinn had left in such a rush that she'd completely forgotten to take them with her to college; she ended up just buying more copies.

Sighing, the blonde flops onto her ready-made bed and falls instantly asleep.


"Sam. Sam!"

Sam wakes up to find Puck shaking him roughly by his shoulders; "W-what!?"

"They're nearly here! Get up!" The brunette releases him and hurries out of the near empty room.

Sam rubs his face in an attempt to alert himself, he stands up and stretches; 'Why did I sleep on the sofa?' he thinks; annoyed at his own stupidity.

He walks into the kitchen to get a glass of water and finds Jake, Blaine, Azimio and Puck all sat waiting, Joe must be on watch; "Where's Smyth?"

"Downstairs, figured it was best to keep him out of the way, and this way he can rest without us all shouting around him." Puck replies.

"How you doing Adams?"

Azimio gives the blonde a half-hearted smile; "Definitely been better, that son of bitch hit me with a metal pole; I'll shove it down his throat if I see him again."

"Don't worry; they'll all pay for what they did." Puck states defiantly.

"They're back!" Joe's voice travels from the front of the house.

All five guys jump to their feet and hurry towards the front door.


"You sure you're okay?" Burt asks once again.

Russell just waves him away; he couldn't concentrate on himself right now, not when he had members in the hospital.

The car starts to slow down; indicating that they were nearing their destination. After what feels like an eternity; the vehicle finally stops and Brody opens the door.

Russell gets out first and the rest all follow. The older blonde stares up at his home, silently praying no one else was hurt. The front door quickly opens to reveal five very relieved members, all happy that their friends were okay.

"You had us worried for a moment." Puck jokes as he walks down the steps to hug his best friend.

"I can look after myself, unlike some." Finn smirks back; "Where's Rachel?" He asks quietly.

"Upstairs, don't worry; she's fine."

"Is it just you guys?" Jesse looks up at them.

"No… Sebastian's down stairs… he's not doing so great…" Azimio replies before stepping aside to allow his boss entry into his own home.

"What do you mean?" Kurt's brow furrows in worry as he pulls away from Blaine's embrace.

"He got shot; Quinn did the best she could." Sam states.


Sebastian Smyth slowly opens his heavy eyes, his vision starts off blurry by gradually gets better and he soon sees Quinn Fabray leaning over him. Pain shoots through his side causing him to groan out in agony.

The blonde pulls back and looks down at the groggy brunette; "Welcome back." She smiles.

Sebastian cries out again; his whole middle section felt as though it was on fire.

"Shhhh shhh… It'll be over soon." Quinn strokes his floppy hair in an attempt to comfort him; it seems to work because his cries turn into soft whimpers. "You're gonna be fine, just try and get some sleep, okay?"

The brunette nods and lets his tired eyes flutter shut once more; allowing exhaustion to overcome him.


"Any word from Surette or Rutherford?"

"Not yet…" Blaine replies.

"What about Richard?"

"Ryder was pretty badly beaten, shot three times and hit over the head with something; Doctor Lynn thinks that he'll definitely have severe concussion."

"Is he gonna be alright?" Jake looks at Kurt nervously, but before he can answer; Azimio cuts across him.

"Why can't Richard find out what's wrong with the rest of them?"

"Because dumb ass, he's Ryder's father, he's not allowed to intervene with any of the other patients whilst there's an investigation going on." Finn scoffs.

"I say we just go and find out for ourselves." Puck interjects; he was growing tired of all the uncertainty.

"What!? The cops will be all over them!" Rick shakes his head.

Russell Fabray listens patiently as his members all argue over whether or not it's a good idea to visit the hospital. "We can't all go…"

Everyone turns to look at their boss, all listening intently.

"Anyone with long records stays…" He looks towards Puck, Azimio and Rick; all three look down at the table guiltily.

"May I suggest an idea?"

The group all turn away from Russell, to look at Finn.

"I think that only a couple… say two or three go. The less numbers we send in; the less suspicious we look."

"Who goes then?" Kurt asks as he glances around.

"A couple…" Russell surveys Finn before looking at each of his members individually and stopping when his gaze lands on Sam; "Evans."

"Yes boss?"

"When was the last time you had your head checked?"

Bemusement clouds Sam's expression until he realises what the older blonde was getting at; "Oh… I'm in definite need of a check-up." He smirks. It was actually true that he needed a check-up.

"Joe, you go as well, your hand will be a good cover story."

Everyone nod their heads in agreement and leave.

Everyone except Russell and Burt.

"I agree with your choice of Sam, but… Joe really? He's still very young and inexperienced."

Russell chuckles as he stands and walks towards the tinted windows; "Who else is there? Smyth is still unconscious, Adams can barely stand without wheezing and the rest all have extensive records."

"How about someone who isn't technically one of us?"

"Burt, we have been friends for over thirty years but I still find it hard to understand you."

"What about Quinn?"

Russell's smile falters; "You've got to be kidding me? Why in the world would you want me to send my youngest daughter into an environment that you deemed too dangerous for one of our own members?"

Burt holds his hands up defensively; "I never said it was too dangerous, what I meant was that someone like Joe or Rick would mostly blow their own cover." Burt pauses to look at Russell's expression; it was unreadable so he decides to continue; "Look, as long as Sam keeps his head down; Quinn has nothing to worry about. She'll help decipher what's wrong with everyone without needing to talk to a single doctor." Burt leans back in his chair, indicating that he'd finished.

Russell contemplates the argument then sighs in defeat; "If anything happens to her; I'm holding you responsible."


"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sam asks again as they pull up outside the large hospital doors.

"I'll be fine." Quinn gives him a reassuring smile before getting out.

Shaking his head, Sam turns to look at Joe; "Just park up and wait for us, we shouldn't be too long; half an hour tops." The driver nods in understanding and pulls away once the blonde couple steps inside.

Quinn can't help but marvel at how large the place was, doctors and nurses scattered about; either talking to patients, checking off things on their clipboards or rushing around in search of the nearest emergency.

"C'mon." Sam can't help but chuckle at her amazed expression. He catches sight of a group of policemen huddled in a corner and steers Quinn away.

They walk through the building towards an overly crowded information desk, where several hospital sectaries were sat either talking to people or down the phone.

Sam politely makes his way to the front and catches the attention of an elderly woman; "Hi, I'm here for a couple of my friends, they were brought in here; late last night."

"Names?"

"Arthur Abrams… Phillip Lipoff… David Karofsky and Ryder Lynn…" Sam replies; finding it incredibly weird to call them by their full names. He waits whilst the woman types in the names into the computer.

"Is everything okay?" Sam asks after a few minutes, the sectary gives him a nervous look before glancing back down at the screen; she bites her lip as she tries to figure out what to say.

"Ummm… the men you have asked for are under investigation… I'm sorry but I can't reveal any information what so ever due to the circumstances of why they were brought in here in the first place…"

Sam leans forward in frustration, Quinn rubs his back in an attempt to calm him down; they didn't need to cause a scene when there were several police officers standing only a few yards away.

Quinn steps forward; "Thank you anyway, we're actually here for an OB/GYN appointment; we only heard about his friends on the drive over here." She gives the older woman a small smile whilst placing her hand delicately over her flat stomach.

The gesture leaves Sam completely speechless, but luckily he's facing Quinn so the sectary doesn't notice.

"Oh, congratulations; how far along are you?"

"Just shy of twelve weeks, hopefully we'll hear the heart beat today." Quinn beams.

"Good luck, who's your doctor? And do you want anyone to show you the way?"

"We're with doctor Robson, he was my friend's OB/GYN and she highly recommended him. No, I think we'll be fine thanks." Quinn gives the elderly lady one last smile before taking Sam's hand into her own and leading him towards the elevators on the other side of the building.

"How the hell did you do that?"

Quinn chuckles at his still stunned expression; "My whole family are professional liars and criminals; I was bound to pick up some skills during my time around them." She winks at him before entering the elevator.

"Where're we going?"

"Most hospitals place their trauma patients on the same floor to keep them together; that way the doctors know where the most at risk people are."

"Learn that in medical school?"

"Nope; Grey's Anatomy." Quinn smirks as the doors slide open to reveal a long busy corridor; "C'mon." She steps forwards and begins look around at the various signs.

Sam happily follows; almost forgetting the real reason they were there, he's brought back to earth the second he spots officer Schuester and his colleagues standing at the other end of the hallway.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing…"

Quinn notices the group and takes Sam's hand into her own; "Don't be nervous."

"I'm not…"

Quinn can't help but roll her eyes and chuckle; "Men and their pride."

The two blondes walk cautiously down the hallway, both trying to act as normally as possible.

"Well, well, Sammy Evans, we were all wondering when one of you scum would turn up." Officer Ken Tanaka takes a step forward, he like the rest had a large cup of coffee in his hand and a large doughnut in the other.

Quinn's grip on Sam tightens in anger at the word; 'scum'.

"Still haven't been promoted Ken? Superintendent Figgins still not trust you after your latest relapse?"

Before Ken can reply, Officer Will Schuester moves in between them; "Alright, that's enough." He declares sternly; "I think it's pretty obvious why you're here Sam, so why don't you just go and visit them, instead of causing trouble."

Sam rolls his eyes; "Yeah, I'm the troublemaker." Still clutching Quinn's hand, he barges past Ken, causing the older man to spill his coffee and drop his doughnut.

"You son of a bitch!"

Sam ignores the swearing man as he glances inside a few rooms but still sees no sign of his friends.

Sam comes to a stop as he sees Phil Lipoff and Dave Karofsky lying on two side by side hospital beds; both unconscious. Without waiting for any indication that he was allowed; Sam slowly steps inside.

The hospital room looked like another generic space; there were two occupied beds, both of which had large beeping machines beside them and the walls were a calming yet cold baby blue.

Sam looks down at his two friends.

Phil's usually rich, tanned skin was now pale and clamming looking. His left arm was in a sling and his left shoulder was heavily bandaged up.

Dave didn't look that much different, he had a few bandages on the side of his head but other than that; he looked rather unscathed.

"He was shot."

Sam nearly jumps at the sound of Quinn's voice; he'd almost forgotten she was even there. "How'd you know?"

"It says they removed bullet shrapnel from his scapula." Quinn replies knowingly as she reads the hospital chart that had previously been hanging on the end of Phil's bed but were now in her hands.

"Scapula?"

Quinn chuckles at Sam's confused expression; "It's this part…" She delicately places her hand onto his broad chest; causing his breath to hitch in his throat, he sighs in frustration when Quinn retracts her hand and moves towards Dave's chart.

"He seems to only have a minor head injury… no brain bleeds… he may have a minor concussion but from the look of this; he'll be fine." Quinn shrugs as she flicks through the last pages before placing the chart back.

"Two down… two to go." Sam takes one last glance at his two friends before walking back out of the room into the hallway.

The next three rooms they look in are empty; leaving only two left. Sam takes a deep breath to try and calm himself before opening the first door and sure enough, Ryder was there; lying on hospital bed, unconscious.

Ryder's face was partially covered by an oxygen mask and the right side of his face was a deep shade of purple. The purple was only accentuated by the paleness of his skin. The only bandage he had was on his neck.

Quinn brushes past Sam and picks up his chart; "Ryder was… shot in chest… braking two ribs and fracturing one. He was also shot in the right upper quadrant." Quinn looks up at Sam; "He was shot in the stomach." Sam simply nods in understanding.

Quinn moves forward to examine Ryder's bandages." He was also shot in the Trapezium muscle…" Using her finger, she points towards his neck; "Looks like the bullet only just narrowly missed the dorsal scapular artery."

"He'll be okay though, right?"

Quinn looks from Ryder to Sam; "Uhhh… yeah, as long as he gets the right help."

There's a long pause before Quinn places Ryder's chart back down on the end of his bed; "C'mon, we still need to find Artie."

Sam shakes himself out of his trance and nods in agreement. The two blondes walk back out of the room and head towards the last door.

Unlike the previous ones, which had all been quite plain and minimal, this room had various machines, cords and wires that all seemed to connect to the one patient that occupied it.

Artie lay on his bed; lifeless.

He didn't have many bruises or cuts on his face or arms but he did have lots of cables and tubes sticking out of his skin and mouth. He also had a neck brace on to keep his head in one place.

Sam gulps and lets out a sigh; "Okay… what about Artie?" He asks but he wasn't sure if he even wanted to know the answer.

Quinn bites her lip before proceeding over to Artie's bed and looking through his chart.

"Shot twice… once in the semitendinosus… a.k.a the back of the leg. And the second bullet penetrated…" She scrolls down the page and gasps as she reaches the answer.

"What?" Sam asks nervously.

"Oh my god…" Quinn's wide eyes lock with Sam's frightened ones; "He was shot in the lumb-in his spine. It says here that… that he's most likely going to be paralyzed from the waist down…"

Sam holds his head in his hands in despair; 'this can't be happening' he thinks as he stares down at his injured friend.


The room was silent. No one had spoken since Sam had broken the news about Artie and the rest of the guys.

Finn was pinching the bridge of his nose; still trying to process what he'd just been told. Puck's fists were turning white due to him clenching them so hard and Brody kept eyeing everyone; waiting for someone to break the silence.

"Don't you dare put any of those boys' lives in danger because you want revenge for what Trotter did to Daniel. If you do, they'll all just end up dead-"

Anna Fabray's words were still haunting Russell. He looks around at each one of his members, seven were missing; Bobby, Matt, Phil, David, Artie, Ryder and Sebastian.

"So, let me get this straight. We've nearly lost five more members because of the Irish within the last twenty four hours? What are we doing wrong!?" Russell slams his fists down on the large oak table, causing most of the other members to jump in fright. "How did they know we would be there!? Huh!?" Everyone cowers away.

"How is it that a bunch of broke Irishmen can know where we're going to be and when? Do we have moles within our ranks?" Russell eyes them all carefully, looking for any sign of guilt; "Who gave us the tip off?"

"The Chang's." Burt replies without making eye contact.

Sam had never seen the older Hummel look so terrified of his friend, although, none of them had been in this situation before.

"Who knew about the tip off first? Who'd the Chang's talk to?" Russell looks around expectantly.

"They called Matt."

Everyone turns to look at Jake Puckerman.

"Mike Chang is an old friend of his."

"Who else was with you?"

"It was just me, Matt and Dave. We were dropping off the last of the supply to the Clarington's. Matt got the call and just said that we needed to get back right away, so we got back in the car after I collected the money." Jake replies calmly.

"Where's Rutherford now?" Russell whips his head around to look at Sam.

"He and Bobby should be released any minute."

"Puck, Hudson, Evans and Weston, you all go get Rutherford and Adams and Puckerman go collect Surette."

Russell Fabray was a rather hard man to read, his stone hard features rarely showed emotion; which helped when lying and keeping not only enemies but also his colleges on their toes. But right now, Russell Fabray's expression couldn't be any easier to read; he was absolutely furious. Sam had only ever seen his boss this angry once and that had been when he'd found out about his son's death.

"Why are we all going?" The youngest and more naive Puckerman brother asks.

Noah glares down at Jake and mouths; "Shut up!"

"You and Azimio are to bring Surette back here. The other four are to dispose of Rutherford." Russell replies coldly causing the group to cringe in terror.

This had never happened before.

Never had any of them been ordered to take out one of their own.


Quinn stares down at Sam with a hurt expression. She had obviously listened in on the meeting, which meant that she knew exactly what Sam and the rest of the group had been ordered to do.

"Don't do it." Quinn whispers loudly enough for just Sam to hear.

The rest of the group file silently out of the room, stopping the blonde from replying. Sam looks back up at her apologetically, he wished he didn't have to do this but once he or anyone else is given an order; you have to follow through.

Quinn shakes her head in half disbelief, half disgust before turning around and stalking up the rest of the steps to the first floor landing.


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