A/N: I only own OCs

Quinn POV

I sighed as I looked into the mirror. I still wasn't used to my new look; I didn't look anything like myself anymore. I guess that was the point of all this. I walked out onto the balcony and felt the warm night air blow over me.

"You like being back?" a voice asked me and I sighed before looking at them. I was looking at my old partner Chris. I had forgone him for that incident in DC. He was trying to save me from John… maybe I should have let him back then.

"It's a readjustment." I finally managed to say.

"Do you miss it?" he asked me as he handed me a drink. I didn't know the real answer to that… I didn't.

"At times." I finally said. I knew that I did miss parts of it and others weren't worth missing. He nodded at my answer as I sat down. I looked over to see my gun sitting on the side table… nothing about the life I had left for the 'normal' one had changed.

"Did you really think you could do it?" he asked me and I sighed, but nodded.

"I figured that if I had made it this long in this life that I could make it in the normal one. I was wrong… there is so much more drama. You make decisions here and that it, but there is so much more emotions behind anything in that life." I admitted.

"You upset how you left it?" he asked me and I smirked. I shook my head no, but I won't forget that decision.

FLASHBACK:

I sat up in the hospital bed and sighed. I knew that I wasn't cut out for this, but it was confirmed when someone walked into my room. I wanted to smile and shoot the person between the eyes all at the same time.

"You're awake." he said and I cringed, but nodded.

"You ready to com back?" he asked me and I sighed. I knew that I had made a mess of things with John, Dean, and some friends. I had never been honest. Dean had been right to hate that part of me and John was just so in love with the idea of it that it didn't matter what I actually did.

"What's in it for me?" I asked him as I looked at him. I hated him, but I couldn't really. He was my boss, my link to my past, and my father.

"Anything you want… I can't stand to see you parade around like that anymore. You aren't a diva, a housewife, or a normal person. You aren't even Quinn!" he said and I sighed.

"Come back to the agency, Annabelle." he said and I hated to admit it that it sounded nice to hear my real name. I sat there and stared at the blanket for what seemed like an eternity.

"What about Dean and John?" I finally asked as I looked at him. He still looked just like he used to.

"Well, the Quinn they know and love will die. You will have more surgery, and work on whatever you want." he said and I ran my hand over my face. I felt the whelps and bruising from my fight with John earlier.

"You are meant for more." a voice said from the corner and my head shot up to see Chris. I threw the first thing in reach at him. My dad chuckled because it hit him in the face.

"You know why I did it." he hissed and I rolled my eyes.

"Well?" my dad asked me after a few minutes.

"Fine, but I want to see my own funeral." I said and he chuckled, but nodded.

"You ok?" Chris asked me as he pulled me out of my fog.

"Yeah, tired." I said and walked back inside.

John POV

I looked at the ground as I heard footsteps behind me. I looked up to see Dean right on time. We both came here every year. I couldn't believe it had been 3 years.

"You doing ok?" he asked me and I nodded. I had retired from the WWE and didn't do much anymore.

"You?" I asked him.

"Yeah, we had a little girl, Quinn." he said and we both smiled.

I didn't talk to Dean much, but I considered him a close friend. I knew that I owed that to Quinn, but I also owed her so much more. I know that she considered my opening for her in the WWE was her 2nd chance on life, but she will never realize that she gave me one too.

A/N: I hope that you enjoyed 2nd Chance. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and gave support. Please check out my other stories.