A/n: so here is the next chapter, its more of a transition into the modern life, so it is a bit shorter, I don't like it, at all. But you know, enjoy haha


Her heart aching terribly, with a pain she had never felt before, she wasn't too sure what was happening, or where she was going, she just knew she had to get away from there, from that place, from the piercing blue eyes that caught her every time she fell, from the destroyed look on her Brittany's face, away from that tiny other one, the one that was holding Brit, touching her, kissing from that, whatever it was, maybe if she ran far enough, and fast enough she could get away from the pain. Leave it with the broken blonde and the stranger, maybe she could be how she was before all this mess. So focused on her inner turmoil, she didn't see the man in her way until she was upon him, and still she could not bear to stop or slow, she ran and ran, aiming to pass right by him, noting he was another stranger. She caught a glimpse of a strong chiseled face, different to Brit and the stranger in the clearing, more defined, taller and he had less hair, her first impressions were gone and she was already speeding past him, racing the pain when a shot rang out and suddenly she felt free. The pain in her chest had receded, barely there at all, her sight and senses had disappeared leaving her to float in the blackness. It was calm, it was beautiful, so deep and unfeeling. She could see Brittany's face in her mind, and she felt content as she slipped deeper into the sanctuary of the dark.


"What did you do!"

the serenity was pierced by the best sound in the world, Brittany's voice tainted by anger and sounding terrified. 'Don't be scared Brit, I am here' she tried to speak out, but found she couldn't move her lips, she couldn't even feel them. She tried to lift her head to look around at what was happening, to comfort her girl and she found that she had no neck. Panic overwhelmed her and tarnished the previous peace. The devastating onrush of thoughts that followed the panic were too much for her to handle and she fell back, welcoming the dark again.

Slowly she became aware of minute details, tiny things, not worth notice, but they took up all of her focus. The darkness had become suffocating, it was stifling her , she wanted to break free from the monotonous.


She felt arms around her chest, she could imagine they were Brittany's. She felt the comforting rocking of back and forth and hear the soothing hush of her girls whisper.


She felt a sharp pain in her arm, lasting all of a few seconds, and then comfort on her back, her head, surrounding her.


She heard the bustle of unfamiliar sounds. Mechanical whirring, and hoking in the distance, the are around her felt crowded, the silence in her head broken by the loud voices proclaiming things as if right by her ear.


Through it all she imagined Brittany, she pictured the first time they met, how strange it was to behold this beautiful creature dangling from the tree tops, the panic she had felt and the mad dash home to make her safe.

She remembered holding her, and being held by her, the safety it offered, the warmth. She remembered the delight of learning how to speak to her, of how to express the changes In her heart, she remembered kissing her. She remembered loving her and feeling loved ,she remembered lying in the sun, content to just be, and she remembered her smile, and the way the sun gleamed in her hair.

And it was, that when she felt lighter, she was remembering Brittany, when she hear cleared then before, she heard Brittany and when she opened her eyes she saw her. Her beautiful Brittany.

She tried to get up, to move to her, to forget anything that happened in the clearing, to hold her and tell her it would be all right, but she couldn't. She looked down, this time successfully, and saw she was in a…well a bed . she jerked her head up an noticed where she was. She was in a room and there were machines everywhere, people ran about, rarely stopping, everyone talking loudly about nothing. Glancing at her wrists she saw she was hooked up to some thing besides her bed. She looked to Brittany, trying to get her attention, and what she saw made her sit still.

Brit was curled up in the corner of the room, a pillow was rested under her head and a blanket draped over her body. An open book lay forgotten on her chest and she snored lightly into the pillow. Santana smiled at this vision, forgetting the unfamiliarity of her situation.

Brittany was here and it was going to be all right, she was sleeping so calmly, Santana felt drowsy, as if she had been awake for a hundred years, sleep sounded good to her. She would speak to Brittany when the both woke up.


When she woke again, Brittany was gone. Santana wasn't sure what to do with herself or what anything was, so she just sat and stared at all the fancy contraptions.

The time passed, and she got bored.

Just when she had considered going back to sleep, what she thought was a wall shifted to the side slightly. She turned with her heart jumping to her chest, looking for Brittany, but when she saw who it was her heart dropped.

The stranger.

A cold fury settled in her stomach, how dare she come before her. Santana had stopped herself from attacking this … thing because of Britt.

Try as she might though, she couldn't lift herself from her place, it took too much effort, she felt too drained.

She watched as the girl walked past and glanced at her, only to start when she saw the open eyes glaring at her. The surprise that donned her face was replaced by a smooth grace, a dangerous grace.

Santana's eyes never left the other girls while she advanced on her.

"Lets get one thing straight right now", the voice that came from that girl, was not beautiful or melodic. Santana could only think it sounded scratchy, and winced slightly at its roughness in her ears, the girl smirked triumphantly," Brittany.." the girl had paused until recognition lit up her face "is mi….ine"she drew the word out long enough. Santana felt the hurt wash over her once again, but didn't let it show, she would not show any form of weakness. "Not yours. Okay, do you understand. Mine. You stay away or getting shot will be the least's of your problems…got it?" the stranger finished. Santana just stared at her, fury in her eyes. She didn't understand what was being said besides the claim that had been laid on HER Brittany.

Slowly, she drew upon as much as she could, all the strength in her body, she opened her mouth but nothing came out… focusing she tried again.

"I…am…Brittany's" she managed to croak out defiantly. It was true, Brittany may very well decide to be with this stranger, but Santana, she was always Brittany's. She couldn't imagine being anyone else's.

The strange girls face morphed into an ugly sneer, which left her face abruptly and transformed into the same graceful smile she had donned upon her entering the room.

Santana saw out of the corner of her eye, Brittany. And she smiled. She needed to talk to her, to hold her again, but sleep was taking her. She just felt so damn tired.

'Brittany's" she sighed out as she slipped back underneath the peaceful blanket of sleep

A/n: so okay, heather is going to be causing a few problems, and Santana is in the modern world! What do you think?