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"Is it difficult to be the only unenhanced person in Commander Sylvester's branch of the army? Is this part of a trial to see if integration is indeed possible?

Rachel turned to the reporter who had just asked the question for the past two weeks she'd been getting questions like this, and while she did enjoy some of the attention when it was directly focused on her, she'd already answered the question about a hundred times. "I think my being here, proves that this is a very successful trial. The soldiers under Sue's command have treated me with respect and dignity." Rachel said her voice clear as she spoke to the gathered journalists. "The Commander wishes for a bit more transparency when it comes to her army so you can see that the genetically modified soldiers who you entrust to protect the Citadel aren't people to be feared or to hate, they are just like the citizens just slightly enhanced." Rachel smiled at the reporter. "Next question." Rachel scanned the room and smiled when she noticed someone in the back.

"Quinn and Charlie Fabray have recently been seen on the campaign trail with Frannie Fabray, can we take their involvement to mean that Sue is endorsing the Junior Council member?"

Rachel blinked for a moment that had probably been why she had two weeks of relative peace at home. It was probably the reason that Sue had been incensed lately. "The Commander prefers to leave the politics to the politicians—"

"Especially given the Junior Council Member's has gone on the record calling Sue and genetically modified people as a—" the man looks down and flips through his notes. "A blight on the rest of society, leeching up resources that are completely undeserved."

Rachel paused that did sound like Frannie from her brief interactions that she had with her. She winced, Frannie was probably doing quite a bit of backpedalling on that one. "Well I can't speak for the Junior Council member. I think if you have any questions about her policy and what she believes, you really should ask her. What I can say is that while the Commander doesn't endorse anyone publically, however she does allow her men to support whichever candidate they want. The twins are choosing to support their sister and that should be applauded. Family is important to the Commander, she views her men as family." Rachel smiled at this, "Now, I think that's all the questions we have time for today."

"What about the 149 that attacked the Citadel!"

"What's Sue doing to beef up security?"

"With the twins on the campaign trail are they ready to face another one?"

Rachel walked off the podium, all of these were questions that they could have asked much earlier, and they were choosing to do it now? As far as she knew Sue was dragging her soldiers through hell and back, while increasing patrols on the outside of the walls to look for clues. But from what she could see that was all Sue was doing. She seemed rather blasé about the whole affair, though she was currently hosting secret meetings with her lieutenants, and from what she knew she was going out of her way to meet the twins on the campaign trail much to her annoyance. Rachel made her way through the base and decided to see if Santana wanted to join her for an early lunch. She wondered if the rest of Argon squad would be available.

Out of everyone they had been the most welcoming. Mikes quiet demeanor, Sam's silly impressions and Puck's poorly thought out attempts to seduce her. It had been a long time since she had a family and she felt safe around them. She walked to the garage only to hear Santana cursing out someone and throwing what looked to be a wrench at someone who ducked. Rachel blinked as she recognized it as the captain of the Sulfur squad, Jesse St. James. "Jesse?"

Jesse turned to look at the person who had called him and flashes a smile at Rachel, he's about to say something when he's forced to spin out of the way. "Will you calm down? It was an accident."

"An accident? I just fixed the struts like four days ago. It was practically brand new. How the fuck do you damage the strut in four days unless you're hitting potholes at insane speeds. You know they're easy to avoid right?" Santana snapped at him and threw another wrench at his head.

Jesse stood up to his full height and sneered at Santana, "You know how shitty the roads are out there, you're lucky we didn't get into an accident. And maybe if you did a better job the strut wouldn't break."

Rachel stared at Jesse for a moment and immediately moved to stop Santana from attempting to murder him, "Santana! I'm sure it really was just an accident, there's no need to get violent!" Rachel said trying to sooth her.

Santana glared at him, "Well if it was an accident then he's just a shitty driver. No other squad comes in here with even a quarter of the damage that Sulfur squad comes in with. So get a new fucking driver or—"

"Or you'll what?" Jesse says sticking his chin out. "What are you going to do? You're just the mechanic. I don't give a rat's ass if the fucking Wonder Twins themselves recruited you, you're just the mechanic. I'm out there busting my ass and risking my life while you tinker at the fucking cars. So watch your tone."

Santana gritted her teeth at him, Rachel was still very much in the way and she couldn't just keep throwing things at him. She wondered if she could get away with punching him. "Rachel get out of the way."

Rachel winced, since she'd been here she'd realized that fights broke out all the time and no one seemed to do anything until it started to get out of hand. "You're both professionals and you're both your jobs are vital to the army. There's no need to start fighting."

"Rachel!" Santana snapped at her getting frustrated. She turned to the crowd that they were drawing. "You know I have to."

"I expect this behavior from the twins Santana, and they're out being perfectly reasonable beings right now," Rachel argued with her already feeling a very pulsing headache coming on. Rachel glanced at Puck who had come to hopefully see a fight break out. "You don't have to fight him."

Jesse watched as Santana seethed at this and turned to head back into the garage. "That's right, walk away freak."

Rachel froze and watched as Santana's back stiffened, she should have probably let Santana kick his ass, but she hadn't been thrilled with how Santana was starting to respond with violence when she was insulted. Finn and his idiotic cronies had called her all sorts of names and treated her horrendously but she rarely lifted a finger against them, but that was changing and she was worried about her. Rachel turned around about to rip Jesse a new one in defense of Santana when she gets pushed aside by Puck who slammed his fist into Jesse's face catching him off guard. "Will you shut the fuck up?" Puck said immediately moving to slam his foot into Jesse's side.

Sam sighed he had tried to hold onto Puck but he had just reacted. Mike wasn't going to get pleased that they had gotten into another fight so soon. Since the twins hadn't shown up to work people had been hassling them trying to take their position as Sue's go to team. He didn't even understand why they were bothering the moment that the twins got back it'd be game over. He however met with someone shoving him from behind. He grimaced he still wasn't completely at a hundred percent and Sue had forced him on bed-rest. He turned to look at Giselle and he swore. "Rachel you're going to need to move," Sam ordered sharply. He couldn't take his eyes off Gisele for a moment she was far too skilled all of Sulfur squad was.

Rachel tried to scramble away and turned to Santana who was trying to avoid fighting all together as she was attacked, and she winced. This was an absolute disaster, and she was incredibly grateful that there wasn't any camera's around as she tried to crawl away twisting away as the fighting grew closer to her. She winced when someone hauled her up forcefully and she closed her eyes tightly. She didn't want to get hit in the face.

"You aren't a soldier."

Rachel blinked recognizing the voice immediately as Quinn's and she let out a sigh of relief, this was the happiest that she had been to see Quinn in well forever. "I know that I'm not a soldier, I'm Sue's newest public relations officer." Quinn shot her a funny look as she placed her down away from the brawling and beside Charlie who was sitting down at a distance and watching the brawl.

"I told you that we were missing all the fun," Charlie said to Quinn ignoring Rachel's existence. "We should have snuck away earlier. Being a politician is boring, you can't even threaten to kill people. And all the lying makes my head hurt."

Quinn sat down in-between Rachel and her twin and leaned back watching the brawl, "I think you should go rescue Santana. She's your responsibility."

Charlie watched as Santana's back crashed into the grill of the transport vehicle, but she was up after a moment and Charlie smiled pleased at this noting the small smile on her face. "She's having fun Quinn, so she should continue to have fun."

Rachel frowned at this statement and turned back to Santana, "But that's not her. Santana doesn't fight when she's angry. Finn and his group called her all sorts of names and Santana never hit them or got into fights—"

"Because she would have killed them," Quinn interrupts and Rachel turns to her in shock. "She would have killed them," Quinn repeats. "That's why we're not allowed to get into fights with the unenhanced. Sue would be very angry at us."

"It's like playing with a screaming mini-human," Charlie adds and Quinn nods.

Rachel blinks, "A screaming mini—oh. You mean a baby?" Rachel asks and Quinn flashes her a smile and nods her head again. Rachel frowned that made sense, all it meant was that Santana could cut loose now. Though the fights that she was getting in needed to stop. There were times when she could barely recognize her under the scrapes and bruises that she came home with. "But still, I don't like it when Santana comes home hurt. She's not a soldier she just wants to be a mechanic, and that's what I want her to be as well. She likes working on cars—she told me she didn't like to fight but lately that's all she's been doing."

Quinn turned to Charlie who seemed rather uninterested in what Rachel was saying. She jabbed Charlie in the side causing her to tear her eyes away from the fight. "Go get her." Charlie frowned at this particular request and flicked her eyes to Rachel before she stood up and began to go walk towards the brawl. Quinn smiles at Rachel and pats her head.

Rachel swats at Quinn's hand which only seems to amuse her more and she decides to just ignore Quinn for now and focus on something else. "Where have you two been for the last two weeks? I mean I know you've been helping Frannie but Santana says you two haven't been to your apartment in days."

Quinn flicks her eyes to Rachel studying her before a smile crosses her face. "You were worried," she says simply.

Rachel rolls her eyes at this. "I wasn't worried, I got used to you two not breaking into our apartment and using our stuff again. Or walking around naked, like you own the building."

Quinn is quiet for a moment and then smiles, "You know I can tell when you're lying." Quinn points out. She taps her ear. "I can hear your heart. I can tell other things as well."

Rachel frowned ever so slightly, "What other things," she's rewarded with a huge smile from Quinn that worries her for a moment and right before Quinn is about to inform her she hears Santana' cursing and kicking as Charlie carries her back to them.

"You know, you're still very much out of shape Santana, so you're only going to hurt yourself," Charlie lectured as she dumped Santana unceremoniously on the ground and then sat in between her and Quinn. "She was doing quite well Quinn, we should have let her fight some more."

Santana wiped the blood from her split lip and glared at Charlie. "I'm right here!" She was rewarded with Charlie patting her on the head and she slaps Charlie's hand away and moves to rejoin the brawl. Only to find herself landing on her ass hard again as Charlie yanks her feet from under her and then places a hand on her shoulder keeping her seated. Santana pulls a few time but she can't break away without possibly pulling her shoulder out and she frowns and settles down.

Rachel frowns at this and looks at Santana, "Santana—"

"Don't, I could have ended this before it became a brawl Rachel. He deserved it, he's been talking shit for days." Santana said, still furious and embarrassed that she had been called a freak.

"Do you want me to throw him off the wall for you?" Charlie asks.

"Yes," Santana said eying Charlie.

"No." Rachel said immediately. "There isn't going to be any murder."

Quinn looked at Charlie, "We'd get in trouble and you know he'll scream on his way down," she reminded her twin.

Charlie frowns a bit, "She's right we can't throw him off the wall Santana, but maybe we can throw him off the roof off the mess hall."

Rachel groaned loudly smacking her forehead as Quinn nodded at this compromise. She had no idea what to do with them. It was like they were forgetting that she was the public relations officer for Sue. No wonder Sue didn't let cameras on base. There was no way she could explain the twins dropping Jesse off the roof off the mess hall.

"We have that photoshoot in an hour Brittany and they took off again! Where the hell are they! You said they'd behave themselves," Frannie snapped at Brittany, it was just one of those days. She had a massive headache, sure her poll numbers were up but she was certain that she was getting grey hairs. Watching the twins carefully was a full time job, they certainly didn't have any political savvy and she had restricted what they could say.

Brittany sighed. Two weeks of Frannie complaining of an ulcer baking random treats for the twins, who would disappear at random times and were never around at nights when Frannie called or showed up to go over the days plan with them. "Frannie, I'm pretty sure they're just overwhelmed or they had to actually do some work. They do have jobs—I don't quite know what their jobs entail but they do have things to do."

Frannie let out a frustrated sigh, "Maybe I should just cancel it and have the reporters follow us to dinner instead. You know give the image that we're one big happy family."

Brittany grimaced, she had managed to put it off for as long as she could. She didn't want to be in the same room with Judy or Russell—but especially not Russell. "Frannie did you tell them that you were dragging them to do dinner with the family?"

Frannie sighed and shook her head, "No I did however take a page out of your book and promise them if them they behaved I'd take them to the best restaurant in the Citadel." Frannie was quiet for a moment. "You know that most genetically modified soldiers are banned from going to restaurants? Including them. Apparently no one wants what happens in Combustion to happen in their restaurant, I can't say that I blame them though. But they seemed surprised and asked if there was a catch. I told them no."

"Even though there was?" Brittany asked slowly and Frannie shrugged. "You know they can tell when people are lying right? They might not be able to spot the lie but they can tell when people are lying. Which is why they don't like spending time around politicians and coincidentally you. I don't outright lie to them," She just didn't tell them things that they needed to know. Two weeks and she hadn't gotten up the courage to simply tell them, though she suspected that they knew something was up. Personally Brittany believed that they thought she and Frannie were fighting again, and they were sort of. She wasn't a part of Frannie's publicity tour to grab voters. It had been Charlie and Quinn who had gotten to shake people's hands and talk to children.

Frannie froze at that, that would have been useful to know before they had gone off campaigning it could have saved her the hassle of trying to figure out who was on her side or who was against her. "Why didn't they tell me?"

Brittany sighed, "Frannie you think that they shouldn't exist—"

"They shouldn't exists though. This isn't even up for debate, there is a one child policy that my parent's broke because they thought they were above the rules. They should have been just happy with me but instead—they insisted on having another child. My mother had many options available to her as do most of the women in this city. Of course there are exceptions to the rule, but I wasn't disabled—I wasn't useless as a child. I'm intelligent, I'm a good daughter," Frannie interrupted, she was annoyed now.

"I don't see why you're displacing your anger on what your parents did on them," Brittany said after a moment, realizing she had stumbled upon one of Frannie's issues. "They didn't ask to be born, they certainly didn't ask to be turned into genetically modified soldiers. Let alone an experimental procedure which should have killed them. You have what many in this city don't have siblings, and I think if you really got to know them Frannie you might even grow to love them. They are exceptionally loyal—"

"Brittany let's not forget that you're currently running an experiment on them so that they can get girlfriends. I'm not going to feed them treats so they'll like me," Frannie said with an irritated sigh.

Brittany paused for a moment deflating a bit, "Do you think that's the only reason that they like me Frannie?" Brittany asked quietly. "Because I give them food? Like if I stopped do you think that they'd still want me around?"

Frannie paused for a moment and stopped what she was doing, she had heard something and she could already tell that there was something that Brittany wasn't telling her. She had defended the twins had called them her friends very soon after meeting them. Insisting that they would never hurt her. Truthfully she was a tad bit jealous of all the time that Brittany spent with them, especially with all the rumors she heard of them walking around naked. "Of course they're your friends—well as much as they can understand being friends with someone," Frannie said and waited for a moment. "Brittany what's this about?"

Brittany winced she didn't want to lie to Frannie but she needed to tell someone. Except if the twins decided to lash out and they found out that Frannie knew, that everyone knew before them it would just be a terrible mess that she would have caused. Maybe if she just got rid of the sample then everything would be okay. But she didn't want to. She could think of a million reasons not to, all the good she could do with the blood. "It's a secret, and I want to tell you but I can't Frannie."

Frannie let out a disgruntled noise at the other end, "Is this one of those confidential things?" Frannie asks.

Brittany was quiet for a moment, "Yes it is, and I really do want your advice on how to handle it, but I really can't talk about it."

"Well, I suggest that you do what you think is best. So we're clear death rays are bad."

Brittany laughed at that, "I don't even know what a death ray is Frannie, I wouldn't even know how to make one though maybe—"

"Brittany!" Frannie interrupted. "Death Rays are bad."

Brittany rolled her eyes, "I was thinking of a different application to use it for, but you're right death rays are bad," she relaxes for a moment. "Tell the twins what's going on so they can prepare mentally, you know you don't even like it when your mother shows up uninvited. They haven't seen Judy or Russell in years so give them the heads up, and just say you'd appreciate them showing up. And when they ask for bacon in return, tell them we're going to try something else entirely."

"Alright, and Brittany. If it's really bothering you, then you know that maybe you shouldn't be doing it. If you're worried about it coming to light," Frannie said patiently.

"How did you—?"

"Brittany your IQ maybe far greater than mine, but I'm hardly an idiot. I may not know what it is you're hiding from them, but I know you're hiding something from them. As much as you love them, as much as you think they're never going to hurt you—shit happens. And they have accidentally killed people and things before." Frannie hears Brittany swallow on the other end and she closes her eyes. "So please be careful."

Judy Fabray hummed as she adjusted Russell's tie, "I think you look quite handsome today, you know how much I love the red tie." Russell didn't say anything, she was used to this him ignoring her for things like this. "It's a good thing that Frannie and Brittany are both making time for us today, what with Frannie on the campaign trail. She has your acumen, using the twins when they're still hot to get votes."

Russell pulled away from his wife, "If Frannie had even an iota of my political acumen she wouldn't need those mutants," he said fixing his suit. "She's been rebelling, as of late thinking on her own, ignoring my advice and openly defying in the council. She needs to remember who made her."

Judy sighs a bit at this, and rubs his arm gently. "All children rebel Russell. Except for Frannie, she's always done everything so you could notice her, maybe if you just sat down and had a talk with her she'll come right around. You've been so busy working on your project, and trying to stop that Sue from having the most power in the Citadel. Perhaps if she just sees what you're doing, if she sees and understands how hard you were working, then she'll come right back round. You didn't raise her to be a fool."

"No that was you." Russell said snapping at Judy. "All of this love nonsense that you filled her head with. It's that girl that's ruining her. By now she should be married to someone who matters, someone important to build a dynasty that I could use. Not be with the girl that makes candy and has this disgusting obsession with the freaks."

"Brittany is a lovely girl, and she makes Frannie happy," Judy says with a sigh. "It's not like Frannie's married to her. Even you went and sowed your wild oats before you settled down. This is just a phase Russell and the more you tell her how much you're against it the more she'll hold on."

Russell smiles and takes Judy's hand squeezing it gently, "Perhaps you're right dear and a deft touch is all I need."

Judy smiled pleased that her words had reached him, "It's probably the best way to handle Frannie as well, and you're her father Russell, she'll always come back, she'll always want to make you pleased. All you need to do is be patient and things will turn out fine."

Russell nods, there were days when he had wondered about Judy—she was nothing more than a teacher, a home economics teacher, it was one of the useless courses but it gave her a use for society even if he didn't see what exactly it was. He stepped out of the car and immediately held his arm out for Judy, every now and again she'd surprise him with good advice, reminding him just how useful she was to him. He immediately plastered on a huge smile and waved to the reporters. Leeches the lot of them, when he was finally in charge, when Figgins retired he'd start by silencing the press. He entered the restaurant with his wife and the smile immediately faded when he saw Frannie sitting at the table that he had reserved. Brittany was there which he expected but sitting across from them were his other daughter's. The freaks. He's about to yell when he realizes that Frannie is smiling at him and that there are other people watching him. He was incapable of making a scene. He feels his wife stiffen beside him when she finally catches sight of the twins. "Did you know?" Russell murmurs to her.

"No, of course not—I—I—"

"Keep smiling then," Russell says as he pulls her to the table, even with a bit of resistance that he gets from her.

Quinn eyed Frannie looking up from the fancy menu, "We can order whatever we want right?"

Frannie smiled at Quinn, "Yes you can order whatever you want, and it's our father's treat after all." Frannie watched as Quinn's nose crinkled at this and she understood why her sister wasn't exactly thrilled.

Quinn turns to Charlie who was reading the menu, "You heard her Charlie we can order whatever we want and everything that we don't like we can give to Puck, Sam and Mike."

Brittany rolls her eyes and gently nudges Charlie's foot under the table causing her to look up at them. "You two should also pick something that you like to give to Rachel and Santana." Brittany offers ignoring Judy and Russell who have just approached the table.

Charlie crinkled her nose at this. "Why?"

Brittany sighed she had explained this a million times to Charlie and Quinn and yet they didn't seem to understand. "Because they're your neighbors and you want to be good neighbors so they don't move out?" Brittany suggested. She was met with blank looks from the twins and she sighed. She flicks her eyes to Russell for a moment, "We'll talk about this later."

"Father. Mother." Frannie said standing up in greeting, she turns to the twins who have gone back to talking over the menu. "I hope you don't mind that I invited the twins, they've been so helpful with the campaign lately. Doing everything they can to help me even given my stance on their army."

"You didn't give us much of a choice," Russell replied tersely, glancing at Judy who was still staring in awe at their greatest mistake. She hadn't seen them in years, since they'd been teenagers who were going outside the wall for the first time.

"Charlie, Quinn?" Judy said gently causing the two of them to look up and she reached across the table to touch Quinn's hand only for Quinn to withdraw it and move closer to Charlie immediately. Judy paused for a moment watching them. "How have you two been? I saw how you rescued the Citadel."

Charlie shifted closer to Quinn, before looking at Brittany, "Can we start with dessert first?"

"Of course you can," Russell said briskly. He smiled at the waiter, "Get the two heroes of the Citadel whatever they want, if they want the entire menu bring it to them. They do have quite have an appetite. You two deserve medals for how you handled that alien. Sue owes you two a lot." He pulled out a chair for Judy and took a seat at the head of the table. "You know you had your poor mother worried."

Charlie picks up the steak knife rotating it in her hand until it's in a comfortable position for her to attack, she feels Quinn place her hand on her wrist stopping her. Charlie turns to Quinn, they were lying. They had gotten rid of them, they had sent them to that place where they had hurt them. Quinn rubs Charlie's hand gently and waits until she puts the knife down. "We'll have two of everything." Charlie says turning to the waitress.

"I—are we allowed to do that? Your ration cards—" the waitress sputters, that would slow down the kitchen immensely.

Russell smiled at the waitress, "Whatever they want, they saved the Citadel."

"Is Sue not feeding you properly?" Judy asks this time reaching for Charlie's hand only for Charlie to pull away just like Quinn had done. They didn't understand. How could they? But they had to understand that they were a danger to everyone around them as children. She had wanted them, other parents took care of their genetically enhanced children she had tried. But they were far too dangerous to simply keep around. They could have hurt Frannie or another child. Did they not know that she had fought so hard with Russell to keep them? She had needed to make a choice and giving her children back to the scientists who had made them into the monsters seemed like the best option. She had heard that they had tried to integrate them with the other genetically modified children at a later time to disastrous results.

"Sue doesn't feed us, we feed ourselves—Brittany helps and gives us bacon," Quinn says slowly and looks at Brittany. She didn't want to be here, not with them. She could hear their lies and she didn't even know what they were lying about and it bothered her.

"Bacon? Do you like bacon—well maybe I can come over and I can make a meal for you. Would you like that? Where do you live maybe I—"

Frannie gripped the table tightly, getting annoyed with how her parents were fawning over her sister's. She had brought them along to appease the cameras who wanted pictures of the Fabray family together at last, and throw Russell off enough so that she didn't have to spend an entire afternoon dealing with how belittling comments and the little digs at Brittany. But they were once again focusing all their attention on them. It infuriated her to some degree but the twins didn't seem to want the attention they were being uncharacteristically calm. She had expected threats, yelling drama. But none of this quiet. "They're grown adults mother, you don't need to pretend that you love them anymore. You did give them to scientists and allowed them to experiment on them for most of their life. It's no wonder they're so strange. They didn't grow up with the proper social interactions that the other mods did." Brittany's eyes widened at this and looked at Frannie like she had lost her mind.

Judy turned to Frannie immediately, "Frannie. You know that's not true!" She glanced at the twins who were studying Frannie curiously. "That's not true—you two were far too strong and too dangerous because you didn't know your own strength back then. That doesn't mean I never wanted you!"

Charlie tilted her head at Frannie for a moment and then slowly reached out despite Frannie giving her a look and patted her on the head. She still didn't like her, she was mean and she really didn't like them and she made Brittany upset all the time. But she wasn't lying to them anymore.

Quinn frowned at Judy and then Russell they were lying, or they thought that they were telling the truth. She was never quite sure which one it was and normally she would ask, but she didn't feel up to it. She just wanted to go home. Two weeks of very little sleep was finally catching up to them. "Frannie. Can we take our food to go?"

Frannie frowns at this, "Are you sure? You don't want to enjoy this lovely family reunion?"

Charlie frowned and leaned in and whispered to Quinn. "Is she being sarcastic?"

Quinn eyes Frannie who rolls her eyes and then looks at Brittany who nods, "I think she is. Because this isn't fun."

Charlie frowns at this, "This isn't fun. So we're going to go home. Can you place our food in those white containers?" Charlie asks the waitress loudly.

Judy frowns at this and immediately gets up, "Don't be ridiculous we're a family and maybe it's high time we start acting like it."

Quinn frowns at this, "Maybe when you stop lying to us," Quinn says and gets up and smiles at Brittany. "Do you want to come with us?"

Brittany immediately turns to look at Frannie who sighs and nods. "Yes, come on Frannie let's go."

Rachel frowned as she watched Santana getting ready to head out once again to Combustion, at least that's where she thought she was heading off to. She'd come back battered and bruised and it worried her, but worrying over Santana hadn't exactly gone well. So she had gotten used to it, "Do you know when you'll be back?"

Santana flicked her eyes at Rachel and paused from where she was putting on her jacket, "I haven't changed Rachel. I still only want to be a mechanic. But I am part of an army, one that for the most part doesn't treat me like shit. And right now—I'm not going to pass the physical fitness portion of the exam. Which means that I'm not going to be able to leave the Citadel. Not to mention the other various tests that I have to pass, I don't want to get in anyone's way and I am not a damsel in distress."

It was the first time that she was hearing about Santana's plans to get past these walls and Rachel paused and studied Santana for a good long moment, "I thought you wanted to stay in the Citadel?"

"I do—but I'd like to be part of some salvage missions, when I make requests for parts, sometimes they get me the wrong ones because they really have no idea what I'm looking for. It'd make my job easier if actually got the right things for once. I want to stay here and I want to make a life here Rachel, but part of my job means that I need to go out and get the right parts. At least so the citadel can start making the correct parts. The vehicles are breaking down quicker because the parts I use don't fit correctly."

It certainly made some sense but that didn't necessarily meant that Rachel approved of the action. "Is that the only reason you want to get out of the Citadel? You're not looking for an escape plan are you? Because if you are we should work on an exit strategy together."

"There is no exit strategy Rachel, I like living here. I like having food, healthcare, working on cars, we have friends here. I mean yeah there are some shitty ass people who need to choke on a dick. But over all this isn't a bad place to be and you like your job." Santana points out. "I like my job."

Rachel was quiet for a moment, "I do like my new job, but you have to admit that there is something going on behind the scenes, I don't know what it was but there was an attack of sorts and no one knows where it came from, no one seems to be doing anything about it. Everyone is just going back to their daily business. I think we need a plan if everything goes to hell again."

Santana tilted her head at this, "Well I need to get back in shape, and so whatever we decide will pretty much have to wait—" There was a pounding on the door and Santana stopped what she was saying and immediately moved to open the door where the twins were carrying multiple bags of food with them. "Charlie—Quinn?" Santana asked looking at the two of them.

Quinn pushed her way past Santana and smiled at Rachel, "We went to a fancy restaurant and we got two of everything on the menu." Quinn started to put things on the island. "It's too much for us to eat though." This was a lie, Brittany had just been very upset that they didn't plan on sharing their food. They never shared food unless it was something they didn't want to eat.

Charlie nodded. "The ones that don't taste good we'll just give to Puck and Mike and Sam. Brittany says its good to show how much we care and—" Charlie looks to Quinn trying to remember the word Brittany used.

"Appreciate," Quinn supplied for Charlie as she opened one of the bags and took out some sort of cake. She paused for a second with it inches from her lips and looked at Rachel and offered it to her.

"Eating utensil's Quinn. I've seen you use them before," Rachel said with a shake of her head moving to get a fork for the two of them.

Charlie nods and looks at Santana frowning a bit when she notices that Santana is dressed to go out. "Where are you going?"

"You're the one that's been insisting that I need to get back in shape, so that's what I'm going to do—I need to pass the fitness test," she was met with a blank stare. "Sue's increasing standards and that's what everyone is busting their ass for lately."

Charlie eyes Santana for a moment and moves inside the apartment and studies her. "Food first then I'll train you, but you have to promise to fight me once I'm done."

"I do know how to get in shape and—" Santana pauses when she hears Quinn snort at this. "I was a soldier once before, and I did my share of fighting."

"A lot of people fail the test the first time, that's how Sue gets the rankings and sees who is combat ready and who isn't," Charlie explains slowly to Santana. "I promise I won't drop you off a building. Puck got really angry when I did it with him. But he's passed all his fitness tests the first time since then." Charlie said. "Food because Quinn will eat it all if we don't start now."

Santana hesitates for a moment, "No throwing me off buildings or breaking any bones or—whatever it is you do that will leave me hurt?" Charlie smiles at her and Santana can't shake the feeling of unease at that smile. "Alright but we get to fight when I'm ready, not when you say I'm ready."

"Fine," Charlie says dismissively and hands Santana a bag out of the nine she's currently holding. "This is for you. The rest are for me."

"Charlie, Brittany said you had to share your dessert." Quinn reminded her. She had cut her piece of cake so she got the bigger piece, but she was sharing like Brittany said.

"But she'll eat it all." Charlie complains.

"You're the one with nine bags filled with food and you're saying that I'm going to eat it all?" Santana snaps at her and reaches to take another bag from Charlie who immediately twists away.

AN: Next time we find out what exactly Sue's been doing to track down the 149, how the twins are involved and where they've been sneaking off to at night.