Blurry eyes opened to reveal a white stained hospital room. She cringed and suddenly felt nauseous, Mark, who had been by her side the mean time, looked up from a book he had been reading before he shut it and quickly scooted close.

"Hey... Hey Quinn, can you hear me?" He asked gently.

"G-... Gimme something to puke in..." She murmured and threw a hand over her mouth while Mark rushed to grab a waste basket.

Once she was given a garbage can she dry heaved a bit, thankfully she hadn't had much to eat the day before s nothing but spit came out.

"T-Turn off the light." She said through the wretches and Jefferson stood, walking over to the light switch and turning it off.

A few minutes after the light had been turned off, she stopped heaving and panted as she laid back, her make-up slightly smeared across her face.

"... Hey beautiful... Do you know where you are?" He asked.

"... I... I'm... I dunno." Quinn panted weakly as she opened her eyes just a bit.

"... You're at the-"

Just then a doctor walked in with a clip board.

"Hello Ms. Harlock." She said, Mark backing up just a bit. "Do you know why you're here?" She asked as she looked into her ears and wrote something's down.

"... All I remember is... Winning the contest..." She murmured, still a bit delirious as she looked around, seeing the IV's, one clear and one red.

"Well... You had a drug overdose..." She said seriously and crossed her arms, frowning as Quinn's dark circled eyes widened and Mark cringed.

"W-What? But I don't do drugs!" She said, sitting up and whimpering as she held her head.

"You came in with a stab wound, this man here saved your life... Do you remember anything?" The doctor prodded, Quinn tried desperately to remember the events of the night before.

"... No I don't but I'm not a drug user..." Quinn whimpered.

"... Well, I believe you only because these aren't the usual drugs... These were medical grade drugs, we'll do all the tests we can but if you can't tell us anything there isn't much we can do." She said with a small frown of sympathy.

"I wish I could, I don't remember anything..." She said and desperately looked to Mark, but he didn't have anything to say... He couldn't say anything.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be happy to know that the baby is still doing well but you should schedule a doctors appointment soon to make sure it stays healthy." The doctor said, making Quinn stiffen and Mark lose all color in his face.

"... Thank you..." Quinn muttered softly and looked away from Mark who stood up and turned away as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I want to keep you until the morning but I think you'll be okay then... I'll run some tests and make sure your new stitches are okay, do you want to call anyone?" She asked, it was then Quinn thanked god she was eighteen.

"No, no... Thank you doctor." The teen said and gulped as the doctor walked back out into the ER and closed the curtain, giving them some privacy.

Quinn felt tears gathering in her eyes as she hesitantly looked over, watching as Mark ran a hand through his hair.

"... When did you find out?" He asked, turning back to her and sitting back down.

"... What's today?" She asked, not even knowing the time.

"... It's two in the morning." Mark said and nodded. "... You were at the party tonight." He added.

"... I found out the other day... I-I was going to tell you but... What happened? She said you saved my life you must know something." Quinn said in a panicked fashion, Mark sighed and looked away.

"I... Can't talk about it here." He said and looked to the curtain as more and more people walked past.

"What? Why?" Quinn asked.

"Do you trust me, Quinn?" He asked back.

"... Yes." She muttered.

"Good... Have you... Thought about what you want to do about the baby?" Mark then questioned and looked away again.

"... I have..."

"And?"

"... I... I want to keep it... I know you probably want me to... To get rid of it but... I don't think I could." She said and began wiping the tears away.

"Calm down... I just... This is a lot to take in... I'm still reeling from the fact that You almost died in my arms..." Jefferson said and looked to the dried blood on his arms, he didn't leave her to change.

"You were that worried?" Quinn inquired, tilting her head and Mark furrowed his brows.

"Of course I was, why wouldn't I be?" He asked.

"Sorry... I didn't mean it like that..." She sputtered softly.

"I know... I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap..." Mark said and took Quinn's hand, squeezing it and gently pressing the back of her hand against his forehead.

"... I didn't mean to worry you." Quinn said and intertwined their fingers.

"... I know, but you do understand this is going to get complicated right..?" he asked, raising a brow seriously towards Quinn who gulped and nodded.

Quinn knew this would make things indeed very complicated... She was eighteen years old so she legally didn't have to tell anyone who impregnated her, but she still felt a sense of dread... Maybe she should get rid of the baby? Surely Mark didn't want kids, at least not yet with someone almost twenty years younger then him. The thought made Quinn rather sad but at the same time she really had to think about this... It wasn't just about her and she failed to realize that.

The next morning around nine, Quinn was reluctantly released from the hospital after refusing to call anyone and refusing to take a rape kit despite her explicitly saying she wasn't raped... Well... After she thought about it she didn't know, it was up to Mark to fill in the pieces. He arrived shortly before she was released in a new shirt. He wheeled her out into the parking lot and helped her into the car, she was still a bit disoriented and off balanced but they drove t the villa in silence.

"... Are you going to tell me what happened to me? You know something that I don't, Mark." Quinn said, watching Mark's facial expression contort into disgust and worry.

"I don't... Know if I-"

"I told you that I trusted you." Quinn interrupted and took his hand gently.

"... I... Don't think anyone can trust me enough to handle what happened, Quinn... And I'm not sure if I could stand losing you again." He said quietly.

"Again?"

"... I thought you were gone in my arms, Quinn." Mark sighed as he stared at the road ahead of them with disinterest, his eyes exhausted from being up all night. "... I did what I could to keep you alive but I thought I was too late..."

"... Mark I had no idea... But I have to know... You have to trust me to trust you." She said seriously and Mark looked away for just a moment, realizing that if he didn't tell her he could just as well lose her.

Mark carefully carried Quinn inside, holding her close but trying not to aggravate her stitches. He sat her onto his bed and ran a hand through her hair gently, smiling tiredly until leaning against her, resting his head onto her soft breasts, listening to her calm heartbeat and Quinn ran her fingers through his hair. He took these fleeting moments t relish this before sitting up and looking down at her.

"... Nate... Drugged you." He began watching as Quinn's face became horrified.

"Did-... Did he-"

"Touch you? No... He's a psycho but he's too chicken shit and he's not that type of person." Mark said and watched Quinn calm just a bit. "... He... Did it because of me." He said just above a whisper before looking away from Quinn.

"I... Don't understand." She said.

"Just trust me for now when I say I'm not who you think I am and you almost paid for it... It'll be easier just to show you when you can walk..." Mark said and nodded to Quinn, taking her hand.

"No you can't just tell me half of what went on I need to know Mark." She said, narrowing her eyes, tired of getting the run around, moving her hand out of Mark's grasp.

He frowned, glancing away before thinking and standing. Mark walked out of the room, leaving a confused Quinn for a few moments. He returned with a red binder, labeled Rachel Amber and just the thought of giving Quinn the binder made his stomach churn with unease... But he released a pent up breath once he sat back down next to her. She would eye the binder a tad suspiciously until he handed it to her, she reached to pen it but Mark's suddenly stopped her.

"...Before you look at that... You should know why Nathan did what he did... A while back, Nathan accidently murdered Rachel Amber I'm sure you've seen her flyers." He explained, watching Quinn's eyes widen as she saw the name on the binder.

"I... I don't like this." She uttered.

"And she's dead because he was mimicking me..." He said and opened the binder for her, revealing the slightly suggestive positions, Rachel was obviously on something. "... When... I see someone worthy of a photo-shoot... This is what I do with them... Isn't she beautiful..?" He asked, watching Quinn's face as she flipped through the pages. "... I have a binder for you too." He admitted and watch Quinn reel back in fear.

"Y-You planned on doing this to me!?" She hollered

"You were different Quinn." Mark said, managing to keep his cool. "Yes I... Wanted you in this position... Nathan must have seen your worth as well and when he went to drug you... You fought back. He's inexperienced and an idiot... I never told him to do what he did... When I realized it was you I about lost my shit... He brought you to my dark room." He said and gulped, rubbing the back of his neck as sweat collected at his brow.

"Dark room?" Quinn interrogated.

"I'll show you... I promise." He said seriously and went to clasp Quinn's hand.

She didn't know what to think... Part of her was disgusted that she played apart in this sadists game but... Another part of her was aroused at the idea of being so beautiful like Rachel Amber had been even if she was gone... And finally she felt horrible for Rachel; the realization that she was not the only one that had been victimized by the man she thought she was falling in love with. Quinn tore her gaze away as Mark took her hand.

"... How many others..?" She finally asked, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.

"... Maybe a dozen?" He replied honestly.

"So... You said I was different, how? Do you usually gain the trust of your victims and seduce them? Did you sleep with the other girls?" She asked with a hint of malice staining her tongue, and Mark wouldn't help but flinch at the harsh words, though he knew he deserved them.

"No." He said clearly, seeing Quinn's rather intense gaze hone in on him like a pack of rabid dogs.

"... Are you lying?" She asked.

"No." He repeated, never before had he ever felt intimidated by a specimen, then again, he knew she was more then just a body count so-to-speak.

"Are all the other girls dead?" She then asked.

"No, Rachel was the only casualty due to Nathan's neglect." He said a bit more evenly.

"I see." She replied and took a glimpse at her stitches before exhaling, no longer able to keep up the anger and the betrayal she felt. "I don't understand how I'm different." She said.

"I don't either." Jefferson with a slightly innocent smile as he tightened his grip on her hand. "Do you... Want to be alone?" He asked.

Quinn took another look at the book, flipping through the pictures and nodding weakly. Though she knew that wasn't what he wanted to hear, he understood and took the binder out of Quinn's delicate fingers before he leaned in and placed a kiss gently at her temple.

"Just call if you need anything." He instructed and walked out of the room shutting the door behind him softly.

Could she handle this? Just attempting to process the bits of information was giving her a massive headache... Quinn eventually laid back and stared at the ceiling, however she dug into her pockets and pulled out her phone, a few missed calls from her mom.

Well? How did the contest go?

Quinn? Why aren't you answering my calls?

I'm getting worried, as soon as you get these you better call me!

Quinn groaned and shook her head before beginning to type a message of her own.

Hey mom, so sorry I didn't get your calls, the party lasted the whole night and I won! I have a headache now but I just wanted to tell you I was ok.

Upon sending the message, Quinn forced her eyes shut and found herself in a much disturbed sleep...

Hey guys! I know this story is also long, long, LONG overdue. I've been going through a lot and it smashed my muse for all of my stories but thank you so much for sticking with me and giving me your patience! I hope to update more often.

-Eros