I was a bit excited whilst writing this and I might have watched a bit too much Bones… anyway enjoy!
Quinn awoke, feeling stiff and her stomach was in a bit of pain. She sighed and tried to roll over, but paused when she felt a tug of pain go through her hand. She opened her eyes and looked around. Pale white walls. Her bedroom was purple. She sat up, panicked. Okay what the fuck. She thought. There was a picture of a flower on the wall to her left, a small dresser and in a chair beside her and in it was a clearly uncomfortable Sam. She reached forward to touch him but her hand was connected up to something and she looked up. An IV drip. Hospital? What the fuck am I doing in a hospital? Quinn thought to herself.
Sam woke and opened his eyes, looking over at Quinn. She was awake, her eyes wide as she looked around the room. Even though she looked so terrified, so confused she still looked so beautiful. Her blonde hair was in a messy array, the shortness of it making it stick in different directions and he loved her bed hair, but not hospital bed hair.
"Quinn?" Sam asked and she looked at him, eyes wide.
"Sam, what the fuck am I doing in a hospital?" She asked. Sam looked taken aback, completely confused. Then he realized the pills probably wiped her memory. He sighed and leaned forward.
"You overdosed." He murmured. She frowned and she opened her mouth to say something and then closed it shut. The doctor told him that she would try to deny it, something to do with what the condition does. He didn't care, he just wanted her to get better.
"Overdose? On what?" Sam pulled out the empty bottle and handed it to her. She stared at it for a long time before looking back up at him. "Sam I have never seen this before."
"They say… the overdose can wipe memories or something…" Sam murmured quietly. Quinn looked furious. He had never seen her green eyes so angry.
"Sam, I remember us drinking, I remember you singing, I remember heading home. I even remember you leaving this morning or whatever morning for you to go for a run, Sam I remember." Sam frowned. She remembered him going for a run?
"Wait, what?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, you went for a run, so I went and made myself a coffee and then I don't know I think I went to bed. Well I must have." She murmured. Sam frowned and looked at his hands, trying to think. How could she remember all of this?
"Are you saying you didn't overdose?" Sam asked her and she sighed, groaning a little.
"Why would I overdose Sam?" She said blankly. "I've got you and Rachel and Beth and maybe even Puck, I don't know." Sam stood up and started to pace. She didn't overdose? Did she sleep walk and overdose?
"One second." Sam told her and left the room, looking for Puck. He found him standing with Rachel.
"Sam! How is she?" Rachel asked.
"She says she didn't overdose."
"Come on Sam, most people who overdose say that." Rachel muttered. She sounded like she was patronizing him and he didn't like it one bit. He knew Quinn Fabray, and this wasn't her.
"Yeah, but she told me everything, she told me that she remembered everything up to me leaving this morning for a run." Sam murmured. Puck frowned while Rachel rolled her eyes.
"So she just took the pills after you left."
"She said she had never seen the bottle before."
"It doesn't fit." Puck muttered.
"Yeah I thought so too. I need you to go back and check her phone, check if she got the message. Because she just said that she wouldn't leave because she has us and Beth." Puck looked at him and nodded.
Sam had been gone for a while and Quinn sighed, leaning back into her pillows. She grabbed the bottle that he left on the bedside table and studied it. She had never seen it before. Even her mother didn't have any bottles of any kind. They had to get rid of them because she accidentally mixed some pills with her alcohol and that didn't go down well, so from that day they hadn't had any pills of any kind in the house. She pursed her lips. Sam looked fairly certain that she had overdosed, but she thought why would she? She had everything she wanted. She rolled over onto her side and saw Sam talking outside with a doctor of some sort. He looked a bit angry. She frowned, trying to think of her morning. She remembered Sam shifting out of the bed… she remembered hearing him writing the note and she remembered getting up and making herself a coffee. She didn't remember anything after that. She watched as Puck came running up to Sam, interrupting their discussion and he talked with him and Sam looked… he looked angrier?
"No message, nothing." Puck murmured. "Do you think he did something to her?"
"I was gone for a while Puck, he could have done anything, he fucking took Beth without Shelby noticing." Sam groaned in an angry whisper. The doctor walked off, clearly confused and left out of the conversation. Sam didn't want to talk to him anyway, he was telling Sam that Quinn needed to go into therapy.
"She's gone to the cops right?" Puck asked, his eyes on Sam.
"Yeah, we told them about Daniel's message." Sam said, shrugging.
"Are you fucking serious?" Puck said angrily, pushing Sam. "He told us that if we get the cops involved Beth will be harmed."
"Daniel is sick, but he wouldn't hurt Beth and how the fuck are we meant to find him anyway?" Sam asked Puck and Puck sighed, muttering to himself. "Listen, Quinn wouldn't try and kill herself over Beth being taken. The Quinn I know would try and fucking castrate him." Puck laughed and it released the tension between him and Sam. Sam laughed too and then sighed. "Listen, we're gonna get Quinn out of here and fucking kill that bastard, all right?" Puck grinned and nodded. Sam sighed and walked back into her room, closing the door behind him. She was sitting up now, her eyes a bit wide as she took in his expression.
"I need to tell you something, and you can't get too worked up because if that fucking heart monitor goes wild they'll come in here and put you in a straight jacket." Sam muttered and Quinn looked at him. She was confused; she hadn't seen him this angry. She had only seen him like this was when he was in the ring.
"Are you okay?" She whispered. He sighed and sat down on the bed, taking her hand.
"Daniel's taken Beth." He murmured and Quinn stared at him for a long moment, and when she didn't say anything, he pressed on. "I think… he drugged you, just enough to get to me and he took Beth to get to you. So Q, he has a fucking vendetta against us, and I don't know about you but I would like to kill him." Quinn stared at him. What he was saying sounded so ludicrous. This wouldn't happen, this would only happen in stupid TV dramas and movies. It took her a long moment, trying to process what he was saying. Beth. Taken. Drugged. Daniel was trying to destroy them. It sounded stupid. It sounded so… unreal. But what he was doing was not right. She looked up at Sam, biting her lip.
"Do you own a gun?" She asked and he almost laughed.
Quinn was released, telling the doctors everything that Sam had said and what she remembered. They talked to the cops, telling them that they had been told that if they went to them then Beth would be harmed. They thought that their story sounded ridiculous, but since Beth had been taken, it sounded like a big enough deal. So after Quinn went home and had a shower, they went to the police station, making sure that they weren't being followed. Puck, Sam, Shelby and Quinn all sat in the conference room, sitting around Sam's cell on the table. In the other room was tracking guys that would get ready when he called. Sam had considered calling him himself, but he didn't want to play by his rules. Just as Sam was about to get up and get a coffee his phone started to ring. On the third ring he picked up.
"Sammy, you didn't ring." Daniel said, laughing a little.
"Sorry, I've been a bit busy." He heard him laugh on the other line. Sam wanted to kill this guy. Quinn squeezed his hand and he swallowed hard.
"How's she doing?"
"She's fine, sleeping it off." He muttered. Quinn rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair.
"So what you doing? Trying to figure out where I am?"
"Oh you know, sitting in a conference room with some guys tapping the call." Sam muttered into the phone. Quinn's face flashed with terror but relaxed when she heard him laugh on the other line.
"Ha ha good one, listen I'll give you a little hint, but you know since you didn't live up to your last deal-"
"-I won, you were meant to stay away from us, that was the deal. You didn't live up to your side of the deal." Sam said angrily into the phone.
"Aww, you had to bring that up didn't you? Well you don't get a hint now. Till we speak again." He hung up and Sam sat back in his chair, running his hand through his hair. Quinn ran her hand up and down his arm.
"Hey… you did great, okay?" She whispered and he turned to look at her. He leant across and kissed her and she kissed him back, running her hand over his cheek. The door opened and they both looked up.
"We got him." The officer said and Sam looked back at Quinn. She smiled and hugged him. They got up and Puck followed them out as they tried to find out where he was. They wouldn't tell them and Puck disappeared before coming back with a bit of paper. They all headed out to Quinn's car and drove. When they arrived they just sat in the car, looking at the building. It was a warehouse, large. This is probably where he smuggled shit.
"What if they have guns?" Puck murmured.
"Guns? He's taking this as a joke, he wouldn't have guns." Sam murmured.
"What are we doing?" Quinn muttered.
"We can just go in, we don't know how many people are in there. As much as I hate to say it, we have to leave this to the police." Sam said and as soon as he did, Puck got out and ran inside. Sam got out and Quinn did too, but Sam grabbed her.
"You stay here, do you hear me? You hear gunfire, you run. You don't stay, you run."
"What?" Quinn asked, flustered. He started running to where Puck had disappeared to.
"Stay!" He shouted at her and went inside, leaving a very annoyed and scared Quinn.
It was dark and before he knew it he found Puck, hiding behind a pole. He grabbed him, wrapping his hand over his mouth so he wouldn't say anything. He sighed when he realized who he was and they looked in. The warehouse inside looked smaller than the outside and wasn't lit very well. Sam looked at Puck.
"You look for Beth, I'm going for Daniel." Sam whispered and Puck nodded. They walked in the shadows and walked into another room. They listened and ducked behind some boxes. They heard Beth's voice and Puck got up, ready to walk towards it but Sam pulled him down. Then they heard her crying and Puck tensed. They walked around and they could see them. Beth was in some sort of crib that was way too small for her. A man was sitting watching a television. Another man was carving an apple with a very large knife and Daniel was standing in the corner, playing with his phone. They heard sirens and the heads of all the men snapped up.
"Fuck." Sam whispered. He looked at Puck. "You take the guy on the left." Puck nodded and they ran out. Sam tackled the guy and sent his fist straight into his jaw. He heard the crunch and he looked over at Puck. Puck already had the guy down and grabbed Beth. Sam looked up at Daniel and he ran. Daniel ran out the back door and Sam followed him. When he did they were standing out in the parking lot and Daniel was holding a gun to Sam's head.
"Woah, man." Sam whispered. Daniel just laughed.
"Not so tough now are you?"
"Yeah well, you're quite the tough one you're the one that had to pull a gun on me to big all big and tough." That sent Daniel across the line and he kicked Sam back and the gun went off. Sam groaned, feeling the bullet pierce his skin and looked down. The bullet went through his shoulder and he fell back against the wall of the warehouse, sliding down to the ground. He groaned. It was just a fucking flash wound but it hurt like a bitch. Daniel walked up to him, pointing the gun right to Sam's temple.
"You took everything away from me. Everything!" He shouted and cocked the gun. Sam closed his eyes and then he heard a snap. He quickly moved and looked up. Quinn was standing there, a piece of wood in her hands and had hit Daniel on the head, sending him to the ground.
"I told you to stay." Sam groaned. Quinn rolled her eyes, pulling off her sweater and pressing it to his shoulder. He groaned and Quinn patted his hair down.
"I told you, I'm not leaving you." Quinn murmured.
Sam was asleep. They had drugged him up and Quinn had just finished her conversation with an officer. Beth was at home, safe and sound. Daniel was in a different section of the hospital under police guard and Puck was sitting on one of the chairs just outside Sam's room.
"Do you think Beth will be okay?" Puck asked her as she sat down beside him.
"I think she'll be okay." Quinn murmured, scratching her neck.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ran in." Quinn sighed, shaking her head.
"No… don't apologize. It's a father thing, I understand. I wanted to go in too." Quinn murmured, patting his knee.
"Santana sent me this the other day." He pulled out an ultrasound picture. 3 months. Quinn smiled and looked up at him.
"You're gonna be a great father, Puck." She whispered and he smiled, his head ducking down as he studied the picture.
"Thank you." A nurse came out of the room and looked at Quinn.
"He's asking for you." She smiled and kissed Puck's forehead before walking inside Sam's room. He was propped up against his pillows, a lazy grin across his face. Oh this was going to be fun.
"Hey bunny." He whispered and she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. She dropped her bag on the chair and sat up on his bed, taking his hand. His whole shoulder and a bit of his arm was wrapped up.
"Hey, how are you feeling?"
"Fabulous." She laughed and sighed.
"You scared me."
"Reallllyyyy?" He asked and she rolled her eyes at him. She ran her hand over his cheek and then rubbed her thumb over his chin.
"You need to stop getting hurt." She murmured, looking down at his brace on his other hand.
"Why's that?" He asked playfully and she leant in to whisper.
"Because if you're hurt all the time, how are we meant to have sex?" She said in a very low whisper and she head him giggle, making her snort. She leant back and looked back at him.
"Maybe you should just be on top." He suggested and she shrugged.
"Next time." She murmured and patted his hair down. It was so strange to her seeing him without his blonde hair. She was always curious about his brown hair. What colour shade it would be. It was sort of a light brown. She worked her fingers through it and he made a strange noise. It almost sounded like he was purring.
"Are you purring?" She asked and he grinned at her.
"Because you're petting me because I'm a cat!" Quinn snorted, giggling and sighed, leaning down to kiss his cheek.
"You can be Tom O'Malley the alley cat, how about that?' He grinned at her and nodded. "Okay, Thomas, bed time." He pouted at her and she kissed his pout. She tucked the sheets in around him and lowered his bed so he was lying down fully.
"Love you bunny." He whispered and she kissed his forehead.
"Love you too, baby." He smiled at her and he fell asleep.
After Quinn stayed with him for another hour she decided she would head home and grab some clothes for him. She didn't realize that she was about to past Daniel's room when she saw the policemen. She peered in. Daniel was lying on his back, his head in a bandage and was handcuffed to the bed. She suddenly felt a bit safer, seeing him handcuffed and headed out the door. Although she did wish she had hit him without something harder and more painful. She slipped into her car and went home. Her mum greeted her, asking her how she was and she murmured back a fine. She went back up into the bedroom and grabbed Sam's bag, opening it. When she pulled some clothes out to put in her overnight bag there was a tin box. She frowned and picked it up, settling it down on the bed. She opened it and it was a box full of stuff… and it was full of her. There were pictures of her and Sam, during glee, with the Fabrevans and even a picture of them at the theatre. Then she flipped through and found photos of New York. Just of people, the buildings, but the photos were so beautiful. She flipped them over and they had writing scrawled on the back.
Woman and child, Broadway. Joy.
She flipped through the pictures until she found a picture of herself. He had taken these photos. It was in black and white. She was standing on the stage, her foot pointed and it looked like she was in third position. The angle and the lighting were perfectly placed and she even admired herself in the picture. She then found an envelope and it had a ring inside of it. She felt like such a busy body, looking through his things, but she took the ring out and a small card fell out.
Sam, she's worth it. I'm sure your grandmother wouldn't object to it.
She looked at the ring. It was Sam's grandmothers. A small modest diamond. She smiled to herself. Was Sam going to ask her to marry him? Well he kinda already did and she said no, but she thought about the cheesy romantic moment of him at a lovely restaurant, leaning down on one knee and uttering words so beautiful it would make her cry. She bit her lip and put the ring and card back, putting the tin box back in the bag. She got changed and headed back to the hospital where a policeman was waiting to take Sam's statement, but since he was high and asleep there wasn't really a point for him being there, but Quinn did tell him her point of the story and what happened the morning before with the drugging. She settled into the chair beside Sam's bed, picking up her book and began to read, and waited till he would wake up so she could ask him. Ask him to marry her.
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