So sorry for the wicked long wait for this. The only excuse I really have is life is pretty hectic again. I'm on tumblr, so feel free to yell at me to update. Thank you very much for the feedback for the last chapter! I loved writing the fight scenes, so there will be plenty of that in the future. Thank you for taking time to review, it really does mean a lot to me! I hope you enjoy the chapter.
The drive to the cabin was mostly silent, none having the heart to strike up conversation. The extra energy was focused on calming their erratic nerves. Quinn concentrated on the road ahead of them, Santana concentrated on their surroundings keeping constant vigilance, and Brittany concentrated on Santana, who, although said she was fine, kept unconsciously bringing her hand to her chest and making an expression of slight discomfort. She bit her lip and held Santana just a little bit tighter.
The relatively flat and grassy highway after a few hours soon turned into more uneven terrain with pine trees beginning to outnumber the broad leafed. The car began to approach another exit sign, and Quinn craned her neck to read it. She furrowed her eyebrows in thought, eventually letting out a sigh. "San, does your car have a map? I can't remember what exit we need to take, and I think it's coming up soon."
Santana shifted in Brittany's hold and watched the sign go by. "No need, I remember where to go. Take the next left exit." She picked up her shirt off the ground and gingerly put it back on.
"Why are you putting that back on? It's covered in blood." Brittany asked, frowning at the stained shirt.
"Because we are gonna drive through a small town, and if people look in the car, I don't want them to get a free show." Santana joked. "Besides, I have a few drawers of clothes at the cabin, I'll change when we get there." She reached under the seat and pulled out a water bottle. She unscrewed the cap and took a sip, then offered it to Brittany, who accepted it.
"What are we going to do while we're here?" Brittany asked. "Just wait?"
"I'm on the same page as Brittany." Quinn commented. "What did your dad say again?"
"I don't know, my mom was the one to tell me to go here. But all he said was just give them a call when we get there. I think we're just going to lay low. Swim maybe." She nudged Brittany, bringing a smile to her face.
Santana directed Quinn through the town and down a broken paved road, trees replacing all buildings. They turned down a slope, and a cabin appeared in a clearing. The tires crunched over the dusty gravel driveway and parked in front of the porch. They stepped out of the car and shut the doors, eliciting loud echoes through the woods.
"Wow, its quiet out here." Brittany noted. Although some birds were chirping and leaves rustled in the wind, there was a peculiar stillness to their current atmosphere.
Santana walked around the car and looped her arm into Brittany's. "That is why my mom picked this place, she likes the peacefulness of it here." She led Brittany to the front porch of the cabin where Quinn was already waiting.
"Do you have the key?" Quinn asked, eyeing the locked door.
Santana frowned, completely forgetting about the locks. "Um, no." She reached for the doorknob and tugged hard, only to be met with resistance. "Damn." She paused for a moment, and shifted her gaze to the small window. "My mom will forgive me for this." Before anyone could question what she meant, she threw a shadow blast at the glass, shattering it, causing Santana to smile lightly. "Problem solved." She nodded to Quinn. "Climb through and unlock the door from the inside. I would, but I imagine it will hurt climbing through shit now."
Quinn carefully maneuvered herself through the window, avoiding the jagged edges. After a few seconds, a quiet click was heard and the door creaked open. "Before we get settled in we should do a quick patrol of the area, just to make sure its completely safe. I'll scope the house, you two loop around the cabin." Quinn ordered.
Santana and Brittany hiked quietly through the woods, scanning the terrain for anything out of place. Pine needles crunched softly underneath their feet, and the branches rustled slightly with the wind. Brittany picked up a large branch and held it like a walking stick.
"Hey, look, I have a trident now." Brittany joked, flipping the stick between her hands. "But seriously, I've always wanted one when I found out Poseidon had one. My parents never allowed me to have a weapon like that in the house, though."
Santana laughed, imagining Brittany swimming around with a trident. "One day we'll find you one, I promise."
"Awesome."
They finished there patrol, neither seeing anything out of the ordinary. Santana led Brittany into the small rustic kitchen of the cabin, meeting up with Quinn.
"Everything is clear. There is no one for miles." Santana said.
"We saw a cute raccoon, but Santana wouldn't let me get closer to it." Brittany pouted.
"Hun, it was out during the day, those things are supposed to be nocturnal, it could of had rabies or something equally gross." Santana countered.
"Okay." Quinn said, raising her eyebrows. "The cabin's safe. No one has been here since we have last summer. And I checked out our supplies, and your family left some stuff behind that we could use. There isn't anything in the fridge but some old baking soda, but the cabinets have some canned and boxed stuff, so we should be good for at least a few days food wise." She said, holding up a box of pasta and placing it back on the counter. "I also called your dad, too. He says just lay low, and he'll be in contact."
"Is everyone okay?" Brittany asked, worried.
"They said they are all fine. " Quinn answered. "He didn't sound strained on the phone either, so I believe him."
Santana nodded, satisfied with the answer. "What I am baffled at is why they haven't attacked them. Maybe they don't see them as a threat."
"Because they aren't a threat, and they know it." Quinn said. "They want us. All the descendants getting attacked are those with powers so far. They want to wipe the tough competition."
"What about the Hestia line? They were weak!" Santana countered.
"S, they had the ability to heal."
"Again, I see no threat."
"Maybe they were worried if they joined with another line. Do you know how beneficial it would be for a fighting line to have healers on their side?" Brittany commented.
Quinn smirked. "There you go, Santana. But we really shouldn't be arguing about this. All this means is that they are looking for us, and soon enough they will realize we aren't returning home anytime soon. Hopefully Council sorts this shit out soon and sends Defenders. I don't want the Titans prying our families for information."
"I trust my dad. He knows what he's doing." Santana said.
"He has enough sense to take care of things down there. We need to worry about ourselves in the time being, I think." Quinn added.
"Well then." Santana started. "Since it looks like we'll be here for a while, I think it's time to give Britt the grand tour." She grandly gestured around the room. "The kitchen!"
Brittany mocked surprise. "Really? Wow, you know, the fridge and table really threw me off." The humor attempts eased the tension in the room.
"You guys are so corny." Quinn muttered, watching them. "I am going to be productive find something to put over the broken window." She stepped out of the room.
"Come on, I'll show you the rest." Santana pulled Brittany up, and led her through the small doorway, revealing a small sofa and television fixture. The walls had wood paneling and a small fireplace was in the corner. The furniture was classic cabin style, giving the place a homey feel to it, Brittany decided. "This is the living room, we get basic cable up here." She pointed to a small room to the left of them. "That's the bathroom through there, and the room in front of us and to the right are both bedrooms." Santana crossed to the bedroom on the right. There was a twin size bed pushed against the wall, and on the opposite side was a wooden dresser. Thick drapes hung over the dusty windows and the furniture was made of a dark wood.
"I'm guessing this is your room?" Brittany asked.
Santana yanked the bottom drawer open and pulled out a shirt. "You got that right." She pulled off the red stained shirt and tossed it into the small garbage can by the door.
"How's the cut?" Brittany asked, concerned for her girlfriend. She traced her fingers along the faint pink line gently, furrowing her eyebrows. It had healed, just like Santana said. Her girlfriend placed her hand over Brittany's holding it over her chest. Santana sat down on the small bed, pulling Brittany down to sit as well.
"I told you, it's fine. Just a bit sore." Santana commented. She prodded at the line with her own hand. "I never heard or saw a power like that. Although I guess I really shouldn't be surprised. I guess we know less than we thought about them."
"What will happen if they find us?"
Santana shrugged. "Then I learn from my previous mistake and fight quicker." She pulled the shirt down over her head. "And I take them out."
"I don't like fighting." Brittany murmured.
Santana sighed. "I know, Britt. And one day, we won't have to. But right now, we have to do what keeps us safe. And I told you, you don't have to fight. I can fight for you."
"I'm not leaving you to do this alone. We're in this together. If something happened to you, and I could have possibly helped prevent it, I don't know what I would do." Brittany whispered.
"Shh. No thinking like that." Santana began to kiss at Brittany's neck, who tilted her head back at the sensation. "Let's think of something better." Brittany reached her hand to Santana's cheek and kissed her soft lips.
"San.." Brittany murmured. She pushed Santana down gently on the bed, laying her body over hers. Santana ran her fingers up and down Brittany's back, tracing the grooves of her spine. Their lips glided together moving in sync. Santana parted her lips, deepening the kiss. It was an urgent kiss, quick and hard, as if releasing all the unwanted energy from the day. Their kisses heated up, and Brittany broke away, only to move her lips down Santana's throat and shoulders. Santana's breathing began to quicken and felt fire wherever Brittany's lips touched. Her hands began to move on their own accord, playing with the hem of Brittany's shirt. The blonde sat up straddling Santana, her hands along Santana's stomach. "You shouldn't have put the shirt back on." Brittany breathed. She pushed the top up and kissed at the brunette's stomach, causing the muscles to ripple under her touch.
"I can take care of that." Santana huskily replied. She quickly removed the piece of clothing and tossed it carelessly on the ground. She kissed Brittany again with an intensity that made the blonde moan lightly into the kiss. Brittany's shirt followed, along with a two pairs of jeans. Santana ran her hand along the undersides of Brittany's breasts, causing the blonde to push her body up into the touch. She reached around to undo the clasp of the bra, but hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Brittany breathed.
"Nothing." Santana said. "Are you sure, though?" This is as far as they have gone, but everything felt so right at this time.
Brittany giggled. "Positive." She undid the clasp herself, letting the garment fall. She attacked Santana's pulse point again while flipping them and undoing Santana's bra. She looked into Santana's eyes with adoration and love, but noticed something odd.
"San, your eyes." Brittany whispered. "They're so dark." Santana's eyes changed from the normal warm brown into the black appearance as if she was using her affinities. Santana only shrugged. "Must be a Hades thing."
"A goddess thing. You're so beautiful." Brittany whispered. Santana smiled into the kiss and pulled back down against her.
Quinn carried a piece of plywood out from the back of the cabin and to the front porch. She never really considered herself to be a handy person, but she was proud she managed to fit the sheet over the smashed window and hammer a few nails in to keep it in place. She scanned the front yard once more before heading back inside, satisfied with her work. She placed the worn out hammer on the table, and cracked open a water bottle that was left in Santana's car. She was about to take a sip when she heard a gasp come from the other end of the house with a moan following it.
On high alert, she called out to Santana. She frowned receiving no answer. A muffled bang was heard, and Quinn raced to the end of the house. Were Titans here? She drew energy in one hand while investigating the source of the noise. She reached the living room and heard another moan faintly sounding like Brittany's name coming from Santana's bedroom. Her hand was on the doorknob when she heard Brittany's name called again. Realization washing over her, she quickly retracted her hand and turned out of the room. Blood rushing to her face, she snatched her water and decided to take a seat on the porch bench. She let out a laugh after she sat, shaking her head. They would, she thought. Of all days, they would choose today. She shook her head again and leaned back into the bench. She'll take first watch.
It's a bit short, but we have Brittana being Brittana ;) Next chapter things get interesting. Please review!
