Writer's Note: I really meant to update sooner, but I was exhausted yesterday. Thank you all for your reviews and critic. Due to your critics I started thinking and come up with some new storylines, so thank you very much for them! I hope you all will enjoy this new chapter and please let me know what you think!

Chapter Twenty Nine

With her hands deep in her pockets, Quinn made her way to the hospital. Once again she had slept badly and this time it weren't only the nightmares that had kept her awake. She had also been thinking about her conversation with Nikhita. She knew the woman wanted to help, but no one could help her. She looked up at the sky and saw it had started to snow. Shaking her head, she rounded the corner. This sort of weather promised a lot of accidents on the road and thus a lot of work for them. It may be bad to think that way, but Quinn hoped it would be a busy day. If it was a busy day, there wouldn't be a lot of time to think and that was what Quinn wanted. No time to think. No time to think about how she missed Rachel. A loud noise of metal collapsing with metal pulled her out of her train of thoughts. She looked up and right before her eyes two subways had collapsed. One of them had shoved into the other. Without even thinking, Quinn ran to the subways to help out. While running, she pulled out her cellphone and dialed a number.

"It's Quinn. There's been a major crash on subway four. Two trains collapsed, there are several injured," she yelled into the phone as it got answered.

"Are you there?" Jake asked, the desk clerk.

"Yes, I am. Send them down, Jake," she said as she knelt down next to a woman.

"Will do. Hang on there."

The call ended and Quinn pointed her attention to the woman on the ground. The woman was young, had brown curly hair and bright red lips. She wore a blue winter coat, jeans and a woolen cap. The woman was unconscious and as quick as Quinn could, she examined the woman. Within minutes she realized the woman was dead. She sighed and pulled out her jacket. With one last glance on the young woman, she laid her jacket over the woman's face. Quinn looked up and saw the chaos was huge. Everywhere were people lying on the ground between the fragments of the subways. She heard the sirens of ambulances through the air and knew help was on its way. She stood up and walked to the next patient. She tried to help the man, even though she didn't had a lot equipment to work with. Soon, she was surrounded by ambulances and rescue workers. One of the rescue workers took over from her and she ran to an ambulance to grab a medical bag with her. She grabbed a bag and was about to walk away as a familiar face popped up next to her.

"Quinn? Here you are."

Quinn sighed and smiled at Nikhita, who looked relieved.

"Yes, I saw the whole thing happening in front of me," she said and walked back to the chaos with Nikhita.

"Wow, intense. You okay?" she asked worried.

"Yeah, I've seen worse," Quinn assured her and walked over to a young woman on the ground.

As she looked up, she saw Nikhita walked further. Quinn sighed as she focused on the woman. She really liked Nikhita and felt a bit guilty about last night. She promised herself she would talk to Nikhita as soon as she could.

"Please, help Grisham," the woman begged as Quinn had knelt down.

The woman sat up and looked begging at the blonde. Quinn tried to lay the woman down again, she had a nasty head wound and Quinn was afraid she would pass out if she sat up.

"I will help Grisham, ma'am, but first I have to help you. Can you tell me your name?" she asked and pulled on some gloves while looking closer at the wound.

"I'm Anna. Look, I'm fine. Grisham is not," the woman once again said and struggled to stay in her sitting position.

"Okay. Where is Grisham?" Quinn asked and took some gaze and iodine to clean out the wound.

"He's still in the subway."

Anna winched as Quinn cleaned out the wound. Quinn saw her body go limp and she caught the woman in time. Slowly, she laid the woman down and quickly took care of the wound. Within seconds the woman regained consciousness and blinked a few times.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You passed out. It seems your fine, except for the wound on your head. I'm going to bring you to an ambulance, so they can bring you to the hospital," Quinn told Anna.

"No, I have to stay here. I need to know if Grisham is okay," she said.

"I will go find Grisham, but you need to go," Quinn tried again.

"No, I stay here."

Quinn sighed, there was no way she could convince Anna to go. She looked around her and saw that Nick Jameson was free and waved at him. Alarmed he came running to her and knelt down.

"Can you stay with her?" Quinn asked him, while closing her bag.

"Where are you going?" Nick asked.

"I need to find someone."

Quinn stood up and hung the bag on her back. She was about to walk to the subways, as Anna pulled on her sleeve. She held out a picture. Quinn accepted it and looked at it. The picture showed a handsome young man smiling at her.

"That's Grisham," Anna said.

Quinn nodded and smiled at Anna. "I will find him," she said an ran off.

"Be careful!" she heard Nick call after her.

She waved at him and ran to the two collapsed subways.


It was silent in the coupe. Quinn climbed over a chair that was lifted out of its original position. She held her breath as she saw how many people were laying there, most of them were dead. She stepped over a lifeless body and turned it over. She let go of her breath in relief, it wasn't Grisham. Unfortunately she had nothing to cover up the body, so she left the body behind and continued her search. While making her way through the coupe she found more dead bodies and was about to give up hope of finding Grisham alive when she heard moaning from the back of the coupe. She hurried to the back and found a man lying trapped underneath a piece of bended wall of the subway. As he looked up at Quinn, she recognized him. It was Grisham. Quinn tried to lift the bended wall, but wasn't strong enough. She knelt down next to Grisham and he looked aside, smiling a bit.

"Am I dead?" he asked.

Quinn chuckled and shook her head.

"No, you're not dead. Are you in any pain?" she asked as she tried to examine him.

He seemed a bit short of breath, she took out a rebreathing mask and placed in over his nose and mouth.

"A bit. My stomach and chest. I can't feel my legs," he said. With his free hand he pulled down the rebreathing mask, gasping a bit. "Anna. Is she…?"

Questioning he looked at Quinn. Quinn putted back the mask and looked at him reassuring.

"Anna is fine. She sent me to find you."

Smiling he leant back, looking up at the ceiling. Quinn took this opportunity to set up an IV and give him some fluids. When she was done, she looked back at him, noticing he was still awake.

"I'm going to get some help, okay?" she said. "I'll be back," she promised him.

"Okay, I'll wait here."

Quinn chuckled and nodded. She got to her feet and climbed out of the coupe. As she got outside she saw most of the people had been evacuated. Her eye caught the slim figure of Karen and she ran to her boss.

"Karen!" she called and stopped next to the tiny woman, who looked a bit pissed at her.

"Where the hell have you been?" Karen snapped.

"In a coupe. There's a man trapped and he needs to get out of there or he will bleed to death. He has multiple internal bleedings and he can't feel his legs," Quinn quickly informed her.

Karen's face turned from pissed to serious as she listened to Quinn's rant and nodded. She waved at some fire fighters and turned back to Quinn.

"How did you know where he was? You weren't allowed to go in!" Karen reacted still a bit pissed.

"A woman I treated here in the field told me. I think it's her husband or friend, or something," Quinn replied. "And I knew I wasn't allowed to go in, but I couldn't let him die, right?"

"No. Come on."

Karen quickly informed the fire fighters about Grisham and Quinn told them where they could find him. The commander started to give his orders and Karen was about to go back to the ambulance she would ride back with. However, Quinn made her way back to the subway.

"Quinn, where are you going?" Karen called after her and Quinn turned around.

"I'm going back to Grisham," she answered.

She watched as Karen came walking back to her and knew Karen would make her go back to the hospital. She turned on her heels and ran to the subways, she knew she could out run Karen.

"Quinn, come back!" she heard Karen call.

At the entrance of the subway she turned around facing a pissed off Karen a few feet away. She knew she was breaking every rule, but she could care less.

"I promised him!" she yelled back and climbed into the subway.


While making her way back to Grisham, she knew Karen would be pissed, if she made it out alive. She knew damn well how dangerous this was. The fact that it was dangerous made the adrenaline spurt through her veins and all thoughts got turned off. She reached Grisham and saw the firefighters hadn't reached him yet. Quinn knelt down next to him and pulled his attention

"You're back," he gasped.

Worried Quinn saw the rebreathing mask wasn't enough. Out of her bag she grabbed oxygen and hooked it on the mask.

"Is that better?" she asked and he nodded.

Quinn looked outside a broken window and saw the firefighters come this way. She made it herself comfortable and sat down next to Grisham. Grisham looked aside at her.

"I met…Anna…two years ago. Here, in the subway….At the time…we both…were in a…relationship. But, I kept…thinking about her. So did she. Six months…later…we got together. I was about to…propose."

Exhausted, Grisham laid back his head. Talking was hard for him, but he still smiled. With his hand he went into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He handed it to Quinn and after he nodded, she opened it.

"Wow, it's beautiful," Quinn said as she saw the small ring.

"Thanks. Are you…married?"

Quinn shook her head and handed him back the box.

"No."

"A boyfriend?" he asked further.

Quinn looked down, not really sure what she would answer.

"I used to have a girlfriend, but I made a horrible mistake. I ran," she finally said, feeling tears threaten to surface.

"Maybe you…should…run back," Grisham replied.

"Yeah, maybe."

Quinn looked up and saw the firefighters had reached them. She watched how they placed the saw on the bended wall and Quinn looked back at Grisham. It looked like he was in more pain then before. She was about to ask him where it hurts when a firefighter came towards her.

"Grisham, they are going to saw the wall away. It can hurt," she told him, she found it important he knew what was going on.

"Ma'am, you need to step back," one of the firefighters told her.

Quinn stood up and backed away. She watched Grisham closely as they begin to saw and saw his face winch in pain. After what seemed hours, they lifted slowly away the wall and lifted Grisham on a stretcher. Quinn followed them out of the subways, holding up the IV. They got shoved into an ambulance and with loud sirens they made their way through the city to Mercy Hospital.


Feeling exhausted, Quinn stretched herself out on the couch in the lounge. Grisham was off to surgery and Anna was resting in her room. It had taken awhile for Anna to sign for the surgery, she didn't want to leave Grisham again. Finally, it had been Grisham who had convinced her that it would all be fine. Quinn smiled a bit at the thought, they were really close. But when she thought back of her little conversation with Grisham, her face saddened. She had admitted she had made a mistake. She sat up, placed her hands in her neck and rested her elbows on her knees. For the first time in two weeks she had talked about Rachel. Maybe she had been wrong and maybe Rachel was still alive. Realization hit her like a slap across her face.

"Here you are." Startled, Quinn looked up and saw Nikhita standing in the doorway. Nikhita frowned as she Quinn's confused face. "You okay?"

"Not really. You were right," Quinn said.

"I'm always right. About what was I right?"

Nikhita sat down across Quinn and saw the guilt and realization on her face. She didn't know what had happened in that subway, but something had woken up the blonde. She knew damn well about what she was right.

"I should check up on Rachel. It was wrong to walk away," Quinn said and stood up.

"Yes, you should check…Where are you going?"

Nikhita watched Quinn hurry to the door and frowned. It was good Quinn had realized it, but it was not the time to rush things.

"I need to talk to Karen. I need to go back, before it might be too late."

Before Nikhita even could say something, Quinn had disappeared.

Strolling through the hallways of the ER Quinn was in search for the small head attending. Finally she found Karen standing at the desk, picking up a charge. Quinn rushed over to her.

"Karen, can I speak to you?" she asked.

"Can it wait? I have patients to see," Karen replied distracted.

"No, it can't."

It was only then that Karen looked up and saw how serious Quinn actually looked. She placed back the charge and putted back her ball pen.

"Very well."

Karen led her to an empty exam room and closed the door behind them. With her arms crossed she leant against the wall, observing a very nervous Quinn.

"Spit it out, Fabray."

Quinn looked up and nodded.

"Karen, I made a horrible mistake. I have to go back to Roswell," she said.

"You just got here," Karen protested, she didn't like the idea of Quinn leaving.

"I know, and I'm sorry. But I have to go, Karen, before it's too late," the blonde begged almost in tears.

The tiny woman sighed. Right before Quinn had arrived she had received a phone call from one Commanding Officer Lincolns, telling her how much of a mess Quinn was. He had been right, Quinn had been a bigger mess then she had the first time she was here.

"Quinn, I know what happened in Roswell. I get that you got scared, but running away? Do you really think they want to see you?"

Taken aback by this reply, Quinn stared at Karen with open mouth. She didn't expect this answer, she didn't even know Karen knew.

"I just want to make this right," Quinn managed to get out.

Karen's face softened as she saw the sadness in Quinn's eyes and stepped forward. For a few seconds she hesitated, then she laid her hand on Quinn's shoulder.

"I know you do. But I think you need to take this slow. They're pretty pissed at you."

Quinn bowed her head and sobbed softly. Karen was right, she hadn't thought this through. But if she didn't go now, she may too late.

"I know. I just want to know if she's still alive."

"You can call," Karen suggested, but Quinn shook her head.

"That's not enough. I'm going. I'll get you a replacer."

With that, Quinn walked out of the exam room. Karen sighed and somehow was glad Quinn was so stubborn. Quinn was right, she had to make it right and Karen hoped Rachel would be still alive when Quinn would arrive.


The flight was long, to long for Quinn. Before she had left the airport, she had called Puck to pick her up when she landed. First he didn't want to, but she convinced him. She knew he was pissed and that she had lot to explain. She didn't look forward to it, but she knew she had to do it. He was her best friend after Rachel and she needed him when she would face Rachel. One of the stewards told her they would land in couple of minutes and to fasten their seatbelts. Soon they had landed and Quinn exited the plane. She picked up her luggage and went to the arrival hall. She didn't have to search long, Puck was a long man. He waved at her and she walked over to him. For minutes they stood in front of each other, without saying anything. Finally he hugged her and Quinn was glad he did so. It meant he wasn't to pissed to hate her guts.

"This doesn't mean I'm not pissed," he mumbled in her ear.

"I know, Noah."

They walked outside to Puck's car and the drive to the hospital was silent. Quinn just stared outside, trying to figure out what to say to Rachel. When they arrived at the hospital, she still didn't know. Puck parked the car and turned down the monitor. Quinn wanted to unfasten her seatbelt, but Puck stopped her.

"What are you going to say?" he asked.

"I…I don't know, Puck. I screwed up and I'm really, really sorry."

"That's not enough. Santana told me you left when they were resuscitating her. It's not enough to say you're sorry," Puck spat.

"I know. It was wrong, but I panicked, you have to understand. I've lost once a girlfriend like that," Quinn tried to defend herself.

"I get that you panicked, but you didn't even call."

By now, Quinn was in tears. It was only now she realized what her choice had done to her friends. She had left them when they had needed her. When Rachel had needed her.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come back," Quinn said, swallowing away the tears.

"No, it was good you came back. But, it won't be easy," Puck said softer, caressing her cheek. She looked at him, her eyes filled with sorrow, regret and sadness. "Just, be careful with Rae, she's still weak," he warned her.

"I will."

Quinn got out of the car and walked into the hospital, Puck looked after her out of the car. Somewhere he could understand why she fled, but he didn't understand why she hadn't talked to him. He knew they weren't that close, but he considered them as friends. He just hoped Rachel wouldn't slaughter Quinn. She had been so angry when she found out Quinn had left. She had been cursing, something he never had heard her do, she had been throwing with things, she had been crying and now she was on the edge of depression. It didn't help her rehabilitation and Puck hoped Quinn would be strong enough to get through the yelling, throwing and crying. He hoped Rachel would eventually forgive Quinn.


Nervously, Quinn walked through the hallways of the hospital. Luckily, she hadn't seen any familiar face, she didn't think she couldn't handle it. Finally she found Rachel's room. Hesitating she stood there in front of the room. She was so scared. She took a deep breath and opened the door. With her eyes down casted, she closed the door and walked through the room. It was only when she was standing across Rachel's bed she had the courage to look up. She met Rachel's angry eyes and the courage sunk through the floor. She shouldn't have come back. Minutes passed without anyone said anything. Finally, Rachel spoke up.

"What are you doing here?"

Her voice was as sharp as venom and her eyes looked like they could spit fire.

"I wanted to see… how you are."

"Splendid. Two weeks. Two freakin'weeks, Quinn! Where the hell were you?" Rachel spatted.

The blonde swallowed, she had never heard Rachel curse.

"I'm so sorry, Rae, but…"

"Don't freakin' dare to call me that," Rachel hissed.

Quinn bowed her head, this was going well. She took a deep breath and started again.

"I'm sorry, Rachel. I panicked when they were resuscitating you and I did the only thing I'm good at. Run."

Rachel's face seemed too softened, but her mouth twitched. It looked like she hadn't expect an honest answer, Quinn figured.

"Get out."

"What?"

"GET OUT!"

Writer's Note2: I know Quinn doesn't really deserve a friend like Puck and I hope you understand he hasn't forgiven Quinn yet, but I couldn't let her suffer alone ;).