A/N: Because of those 3-4 days of uploading issues seemed to be having. I decided to read through the chapter, and end up rewriting a bit.

I need to go back and re read a few chapters to correct the pacing, but I have a setup ready to start writing, and because I started up with school again. I think it best to not update till I have at least two chapters ready to be posted.

This chapter's a bit short as well.

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Title: The Crash

Rating: M – language, strong sexual themes, drug and alcohol use, "character death"

Word Count: 1,169

Pairings (in no order): Faberry, Brittana, Tike, Klaine, Finchel

Friendships: Quick, Puckleberry, Pezberry, more

Summary: While recovering from her accident Quinn is placed under the care of one of the more radical doctors in Lima. With his eccentric and what some would say out-of-date methods Quinn is pulled from reality, and given a chance to view the world after her 'death'.

Setting the Scene: A few hours after waking Quinn learns Rachel, Santana, and Brittany have been stopping by every afternoon. Ignoring the protests from everyone Quinn decided it's time to become mobile.

Chapter X

The day progressed as any other day would, if you were stuck in a hospital let alone a bed. After a quick visit from both Dr. Berry, which of Rachel's fathers he was – Quinn hadn't a clue. She remembered him vaguely from shopping trips with her mother, but if told her life depended on knowing if he was Hiram or Leroy, the blonde would surely die.

Aside from that un-necessary…no—necessary tidbit of needed information Quinn thought highly of the man after their short ten-minute conversation.

Then there was Frannie. Who, just as she promised never left her side until Dr. Berry entered the room. She would return, and like before leave once Dr. Lopez entered the room to read her chart. And, like clockwork Frannie walked back into the room this time reclining in the uncomfortable pleather chair next to Quinn's propped hospital bed.

"You…," Frannie snarled. Quinn looked to her sister confusion etched across her face. "Dr. Berry…Dr. Lopez…no you can't be serious this man he's—he's…no you saw what it did to her…" Quinn heard her older sister beg. She never begs for me.

"Frannie…what's going on?"

"Yes, please enlighten us…what is going on?" The Fabray oozed from Francis' lips. If either of them were to have inherited anything from her father it would be Frannie, she could have never passed her exams without that ruthless drive for entitlement, perfection—distain. Quinn was her mother she strived to be Fabray, but she radiated Warner, her mother's maiden name.

"I looked through the alternatives Francis, and with the severity of Quinn's condition there's no other choice. If it were ten years ago we might have the okay for electro-shock, but this it's safter if properly monitored," explained Dr. Lopez.

"Which is exactly why," Dr. Berry continued as he stepped to the side allowing the doctor with the crazed beard access to the un-used needle injection of the IV attached to Quinn's hand. "Dr. Lopez and I have garnished a written consent to lower the dosage and only adminster it when in the presence of two of us or you."

Quinn eyed her sister, unsure of the next step to take.

"One of us has to be present at all times?" Both men nodded. "Fine…If I catch you doing anything out line, not only will my mother learn of this, but I will do the one thing I promised myself I would never do again. I will call my father and ask him to deal with this situation." From anyone else, from anyone not a Fabray the threat would be empty. No, this was a promise. A Fabray promise.

…

A high-pitched-child-like squeal pierces through Quinn's dulling thoughts. She can feel the effects of the drug as it begins its transcending journey within her body numbing her from the inside out. If this' the feeling Mac was talking about 'when you take vicodin jus' to take vicodin.' It's total crap, this sucks. She could hear the thud on the carpet as the soles of three pairs of shoes approached Quinn quickening in pace. The blonde now sat up right in a wheel chair facing the waiting room television.

"Q…Quinn…Q…Quinn—Q," asked a familiar voice in rapid session. Then finally eye-to-eye bright blue to hazel the blonde with the leaner face grinned from ear to ear. "You're awake? She's awake! Sannie—Rachel, Quinn's awake!" Death grip, oh how Quinn missed the death-grip-hug.

Quinn smirked for Brittany her head bobbing forward then back. She watched the Cheerio's focus span to its length her attention back to the two cautious teenagers.

"Britt…Babe. I love you Quinn adores you. Hell even the hobbit loves yah," Quinn lulled her head to the left the Latina's voice inches from her ear but you need to slow it down please you remember what happened last time she woke up…"

"What do you mean last time? I never..." A strong thick forehead connected with a wide pointed chin. "Voices…just voices…"

"Damn! What the fuck Quinn, what the hell is your problem," growled Santana rubbing her chin thankful the impact never made contact with her tongue. Pause… "Q? Finally, don't you ever do this again! You understand me? I'll go Lima Heights on your ass. Insane, wheel chair bound doesn't matter…I'll do it" Quinn saw the tears, there was no hiding. "You got me being civil to the midget. I've been driving with her here...God…Quinn…don't pull this crap again, you hear me."

"Trust me I don't plan on experiencing that ever agai…" the cropped blonde trailed thoughts pulled focus gone. Nothing mattered expect the touch she felt from her other visitor who bent o her level at her right. Rachel…

The tips barely brushed the blonde across the jaw before grazing the gaunt protruding cheekbone of her mentioned face. She would need to find Frannie tell her to tell their mother to bring a meal every visit…filled with bacon, lots and lots of bacon. That was for later, now, now Quinn felt feline as the finger tips continued to trace her face subconsciously pulling her face along with the touch. If she could purr, she would, and Rachel had no idea.

God I missed you. Don't ever turn out that way, please God never give up and turn out that way.

"What?"

"What?"

Both girls looked to the other, unable to move.

"Never turn out what way," asked Rachel.

Panic set in. She said that aloud? No, no, everything would be ruined. Brittany…Santana where were Brittany and Santana. No, no, not again it was the wedding all over again. "San…Britt…Where are Santana and Brittany?" Panic there was defiant panic.

The light caress converted to a soothing touch. "Brittany and Santana they went off to find Frannie." Quinn's gaze morphed to fear. "Quinn—Quinn…you zoned out. They went to find Frannie because the nurse couldn't help. Quinn—Quinn! Don't go not again, we just got you back…don't go." The soothing touch a desperate hold, and it was that desperate hold Quinn used to fight her reality, a reality she had no way of keeping hold to. "Never turn out what way," the brunette questioned her voice lowering to a whisper.

"I was gone," Quinn heard her speech dull. "I don't—don't understand…"

Rachel latched wheelchair bound girl before her within her arms. "You went some place...so Brittany and Santana went to find your sister. Oh Quinn what are they doing to you here…"

"It's not your Dad," Quinn stated. "My sister or Dr. Lopez they—they tried to stop it, but there's no other way." Rachel shook her head there had to be more to it. However, Quinn would bear the mental pain if…the confusing travels. To leave this hospital to be closer to Rachel, she would do anything. "It dulls out the noise…it hurts so much Rach…the noise…it hurts so much…"

She felt the petite diva grip tight to her shoulders. Nevertheless a numbing drug-induced pull took hold.

Quinn was gone, once again pulled from this reality.

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