An: Thank-you for everyone who took the time to review, whether you loved it and are eagerly waiting to see what happens next, or if you hate it and still took the time to tell me how much you hate it. As for the whole IP blocking thing I don't really know how to do that. But thanks for the suggestion. I'm just going to keep writing the rest of this story. I'm sorry if you want the chapters a bit faster but I'm writing as fast as I can while trying to keep the quality up. We're almost at the end of the main story. I was thinking of having a one chapter epilogue but I don't think I'd like rushing it like that. So there might be a few epilogue chapters.
Anyway the body count will slowly start to rise in the upcoming chapters more people will die as the chapters go on, I'm not apologizing if someone you grew attached to dies.
I do hope you enjoy this chapter, it took me a few times till I got it right. Or at least I felt I got it right. There is a lot of moving parts in this chapter, because there are a lot of things happening all around the same time frame. These chapters are longer—they are also a bit harder to write. So I'm sorry xxDark Angel Babyxx I'm writing as fast as I can.
Trigger warnings: Rape, talks of torture
Quinn stared at the bodies on the ground, swallowing as she studies Sam's body. She'd known him for thirteen years. He had saved her life countless times, he had been her friend, a brother—and he was just lying there in a drying pool of his own blood. She exhaled slowly forcing the tears in. She turned back to where Brittany was cradling Santana tears in her eyes, "Is she?"
"She's still breathing barely—but we need to get her to a hospital Quinn," Brittany said quickly. "Penny can't fix this damage and—"
"Take her to Wu, he's got all the tools and it will be all under the radar," Sebastian said immediately. "We can't take her to a hospital the bullet's still there and they'll call the cops. Wu knows what he's doing, he's competent and he owes me a favor."
Quinn frowned Wu did have a clean and fully functional hospital room ready. He was a surgeon and he dealt in the organ trade. Buying and harvesting organs from those who needed the money, and selling them to the highest bidder. It was distasteful, but he was the only one that had the skills to save Santana that they knew of instead of just dropping her off in a hospital. Too many questions. Quinn frowned as she watched Brittany get the address from Sebastian. "Brittany." Brittany turns to her, and Quinn can see the worry on her face. "Tell him that if she dies, he dies. And be careful I can't lose you to." Brittany shoots her a weak smile and nods, before hopping into the SUV and pulling out of the abandoned lot.
Jesse approaches Quinn carefully, she looks ready to snap in rage. "We need to clean up Quinn—we can put their bodies on ice to hold them for now, so we can have a proper funeral but—we need to start working now."
Quinn exhaled slowly again, "How long do you need?"
Sebastian looked at the bodies and the blood, they'd cleaned up worse than this before. "Two hours."
Quinn looked at the bodies of Rory, Azimio, Sam and Roz on the ground. Roz had betrayed them and someone had managed to put two in her back and one in her head. "Roz's body," she stated and Jesse and Sebastian turned to her as they slipped on nitrile gloves. "She betrayed us. Keep her away from them. From—Sam and the others. She doesn't get a marked grave, she doesn't a grave at all. Burn it. Get it done and get back as quickly and as quietly as possible. We're going to need the two of you."
Sebastian looked at the bodies on the ground, he hadn't been close with any of them not really. But he had spent the year with them, "Are we going to—"
"Yes Sebastian we are. Every last one of them," her tone was cold, devoid of any emotion. There wasn't time to mourn. She turned to Finn and Blaine who were currently holding assault rifles keeping their bodies tensed as they searched for any threats. Their faces were grim and she noticed Blaine quickly wiping away a tear that had formed in his eyes. Sam was one of his best friends. "We need to get back." Taking nearly everyone had all but left them unprotected at the base.
"Quinn," Finn said and he ignored the cold look that Quinn sent his way. Sam had been one of his friends. He had been friends with all of them, and while Santana scared him as did nearly every other woman that he knew. "We'll get them back."
Quinn studied him for a moment, "I know we're going to get them back." There was no doubt in her mind that they would end up rescuing Norah and Rachel, even without a plan right at that very moment she was certain that she'd be putting a bullet in Russell Fabray's head. There was no forgiveness to be had here, this wasn't something that she'd ever forgive. This was a 'burn-everything' and salt the earth moment. Anyone who was there, who stood on the side of her father was going to die. Any idea of reaching out to her long-lost sister had died when her sister's team had killed her men, injured Santana, and had taken Rachel and Norah.
She was Lucy Quinn Fabray, the Ice Queen. She had travelled through war zones, she had seen people being burned alive by napalm screaming in indescribable agony as they were burned alive, and she had killed with her bare hands. She had made deals with murderers, dictators, terrorists, with the criminal element. A task that had taken more out of her than she would ever care to admit to. Yet she had taken every last one of Shannon's lessons to heart, kept her humanity. Today wasn't the day to hold onto the principles that had made her human. Today was the day where she wanted to see her enemies being burned by napalm, where she wanted to hear their screams, where she wanted to kill every last one of them.
Rachel groaned there was a splitting pain in her head. She blinked a few times, the light from the single bulb that hung from the ceiling, hurt her eyes. She tried desperately to remember how she had gotten there—but all she could remember was someone telling her to drop her gun before the sharp blow to her head. The memories of the past couple of hours came flooding back and she swallowed and tried to blink back tears. People were dead. People who had tried to keep them safe—who had kept them safe who had driven her and Norah back at late hour, who had guarded them. They had sacrificed their lives in an attempt to protect them.
There was the sound of metal dragging against concrete and the clicking of heels as Frannie Michaelson put a chair in front of Rachel's shackled form. Taking a seat she smoothed her skirt and tried to keep her face neutral, but she couldn't help the twitch of her lips upward as she stared at Lucy's little songbird. She personally didn't see the appeal, but the twins were abominations and perverts. They had lived the life she had always wanted. The past year they had been everywhere. People had talked about them non-stop. Speeches, news interviews, magazine covers. They had been raising their profile, and everyone loved them. Those people didn't know them, didn't know that they were freaks, that they were imposters. That they had taken her spot in their father's love. She was the child that he had thrown away, he had chosen to acknowledge them. The riches the wealth, she had struggled for everything that she had received, yet he still saw them as better.
They weren't better than her. It didn't matter that Lucy brought in the most money and Charlie was off expanding his empire. All he talked about was their accomplishments how this year they had made the company a fortune while still making time to do everything that they had accomplished this year. To see them laughing or talking passionately about something while she rotted in the dark, never acknowledged by them. They had taken her father from her. And they were ungrateful for everything that he had given them, if she had been given all the opportunities then she'd be grateful. Her eyes flick to Rachel who had stirred drawing her attention. "You're awake." It was a simple statement of fact and she watched as Rachel stiffened.
There was no point in feigning sleep right now, she doubted that it would have saved her for long anyway and she looked at Frannie Michaelson, and when Quinn had repeated Charlie's assessment of their sister to her, Rachel had thought that Charlie was simply exaggerating. She realized with growing dread that Charlie's assessment was probably extremely accurate. One look into her eyes and Rachel could see something that she had never seen in Quinn's eyes let alone Charlie's eyes; crazy. Reasoning with someone who was clearly mentally disturbed wasn't anywhere in the FBI handbook. "You must be Frannie."
Frannie tilted her head at Rachel, "And you're Lucy's little songbird," she didn't care what her name was.
Rachel gave a tight smile, "Rachel. My name is Rachel Berry." Frannie raised a brow and Rachel wondered if it was a Fabray thing, Quinn did the exact same thing as did Charlie, though she had to admit that Quinn certainly did it the best. "They didn't know about you—if they had they would have acknowledged you. You can't blame them for something that they had no control over. As a completely outside observer, the blame is solely on Russell Fabray. He should have acknowledged he should have wanted you. He kept you from getting to know your family—"
"You talk a lot for a songbird. Sing me a song. Lucy asks you to do that doesn't she?"
Rachel glanced around the room, Quinn loved hearing her sing, she had never demanded her to sing like she was a record and all you needed to do was hit play. "These aren't the optimal conditions—and my body posture is certainly not in the correct—"
"I said sing."
Rachel opened her mouth, and the last song she had sung with Beth came tumbling out. Beth adored her singing "The snow glows white on the mountain tonight—" Well it seemed to be fitting for this situation and Frannie watched her half surprised that she was singing or at the sound of her voice. Rachel kept singing as Frannie got up and walked up to the table.
"Keep singing." Frannie ordered when Rachel began to slow down. "I can see why my sister keeps you around. I wonder if she'll do so after I cut out your tongue." Rachel's mouth immediately clamped shut, and Frannie didn't bother to order her to continue. "That'll have to wait of course, I want her to be here. I want her to watch. Daddy says that it's going to be the quickest way to break her. It's what I did wrong last time with my sister—but not again. He wants me to prepare you for him, and fortunately for you that means that I can't quite have as much fun as I want. He likes them with a bit of fight in them and I won't screw up this time."
It suddenly dawned on Rachel that Norah had been captured as well. Norah wasn't with her and Frannie was—"Please let her go. She hasn't done anything. Charlie and Norah aren't together, they haven't even talked in days," Rachel begged.
"Doesn't matter my dear sister isn't as invincible as she would like the world to believe. Daddy found a pressure point that he could press on. I'm going to take a lot of notes, you know he taught them how to torture. They got to have all the bonding time with him. He loves them so much, and this is how they repay him?" Frannie picked up the knife and dragged it against the wooden table slowly.
It was absolutely possible that Charlie had been attempting to be polite by comparing Frannie to a rabid dog. Unhinged certainly came to mind, the twins had it worse and they still had it completely together. She steeled herself wondering if this was the day that she was going to die as Frannie came closer to her with that knife. She closed her eyes and kept her mouth firmly shut, hoping that Frannie would watch the face.
Frannie paused for a moment staring at Rachel before grabbing her by the front of the shirt and pulling the diva to her feet. Rachel didn't resist as Frannie began to cut her clothes. She had watched her father preparing Norah, she knew what she was supposed to do. She left Rachel standing naked shivering in the cold room. Her unblemished skin was a perfect canvas. She touches Rachel's stomach gently and she feels Rachel trying to get away from her touch, she responds with a stiff slap to the face, which sends Rachel reeling back slipping and falling to the ground hard. Frannie stared at her and then at the table a smile on her face as she pulled away from Rachel and began to pack up her tools slipping them into the briefcase and opening the door and looking at the three men that were standing outside. "Strando, Shane I'm going to need your help with something do come inside."
Strando glanced at the naked body of Rachel Berry and smiled at Frannie, "You got us a present boss?" Rachel burned with humiliation at the hungry eyes that were roaming her body.
Frannie raised a brow at the larger man, "Perhaps after my dad is finished with her, you may have a turn. My father wanted me to prepare her. I want her on that table, he seems to prefer taking his women like that. Cuff her to the table. Only that Strando." Frannie said in a calm tone as she nodded to Shane before walking out the door.
Strando grinned and smacked Shane's arm playfully, before gripping Rachel unchaining her from the ground and picking her up as she struggled helplessly against his grasp. He grabbed at her breasts grabbing them roughly pinching at her nipples.
"Let me go—please." Rachel's only response was the air rushing out of her lungs as Strando slammed her body against the wooden table, he was behind her and he pressed his crotch against her opening grinding as Rachel stiffened.
Shane rolled his eyes, but grabbed one of Rachel's arms cuffing her to the table legs. He grabbed one of her legs struggling with it for a moment before cuffing it to the opposite table leg. He repeated the action with her other leg leaving Rachel chained to a table.
Strando grinned at this grabbing her ass and groping it, "Bet she's tight," he said looking at Shane.
Shane made a face, and shook his head in disgust before pushing Strando away. This wasn't something that he had signed on for. "You know she'll have no problem shooting you if you touch her. You should go do a perimeter check or something useful."
Strando rolled his eyes pausing to slap Rachel's ass hard before laughing he was definitely going have fun with that, he watched as Frannie came back with a bucket filled with ice water. There was a splash and a scream from Rachel and he smiled the scream sounded delicious.
Brittany was pacing in the waiting room as she waited for Wu to finish working on Santana. She had given him all her details, making sure that the man knew that she was allergic to Penicillin, what her blood type was. Everything he had needed to know. She had never been so grateful that she had all but forced Santana into that vest. The door opened and Brittany turned to Doctor Wu who was removing his bloody gloves and tossing them into a nearby garbage can. "Is she?" Brittany began worried he should be smiling if things had gone well. But his face was stony and her heart dropped she didn't want to hear it.
"She'll be fine, she did lose a lot of blood, and the bullet buried itself in her humerus. She'll get better—" Doctor Wu was surprised by Brittany throwing her arms around her tightly the man. He didn't have the heart to tell her that the arm might never be quite the same again, but at least she'd live and with quite a bit of physiotherapy she'd probably get full motion back in it eventually.
"Can I go see her?" Brittany asked.
"She's still asleep—but you can," Wu said leading the blonde into the operating room. It had been some of his best work—something that he had done because the look on Brittany's face when she had threatened to kill him had terrified him.
Brittany lit up it wasn't as bright as it normally was, Santana was hurt but she'd live.
Charlie splashed her face with cold water, this was her fault. She had brought Roz into their midst. She had brought everyone back and now Sam was dead and Norah and Rachel were captured. It was the second time her judgment had been suspect. She had been the one who had elected to get close to Norah forcing her twin to comply with her demands, it had worked out for Quinn but they had invited the FBI into their lives—into their bedroom. She patted her face dry, the bruises were a sickly yellow color. It wasn't just on her face but her ribs as well.
She studied her reflection in the mirror. Death wore a suit. An expensive suit coupled with a smile, a disarming wink or a witty remark and people wouldn't see what she saw when she looked in the mirror, what lurked just beneath the surface. They saw what she wanted them to see. She wasn't a hero, she wasn't the good guy. If Quinn thought for a moment that she was going stay safe and let her twin go after the piece of shit that they shared DNA with, then Quinn was delusional. This was her fault, and she had promised to protect Norah and yet she had saved someone who had betrayed them. If she had just stayed away, instead of letting her curiosity get the better of her. Then both Rachel and Norah would have been safe, she was a hypocrite who couldn't take her own advice. Caring wasn't a strength, and for once in her life she had never felt so unsure about what their next move was going to be.
Mike Chang slid next to Charlie as she left her apartment, "Sue was trying to leave. Blaine and Dave currently have their guns trained on her. We aren't taking any chances. We don't have the manpower to keep her here Charlie. Matt separated Holly from Beth and she's playing with Tina who is trying to keep it together. Kurt's trying to console Mercedes. Things are falling apart. Jake, Ryder and Joe are currently the only people guarding all entrances and exits. If we're going to storm your father's place—then we're going to need to keep everyone safe. We're going to need to transport them—"
"That's Quinn's area of expertise," Charlie began her brow furrowing, killing people was easy. Her general principle in keeping people alive was simply to kill the enemy before they killed her. Quinn was the one into logistics. She wasn't a micro-manager, she just let things come as they may.
"Quinn's not here Charlie," Mike reminded her, "She'll be back soon and we will get them back but you need to start making decisions. Think," Mike snapped at her.
Charlie paused for a moment killing people was easier but Mike was right time was of the essence. She couldn't afford to be unsure of herself. She needed to stop thinking about what her father was probably doing to Norah right now. Caring about Norah wasn't helping her, it was making things worse. She was Charlie Fabray—and right now her father was in possession of one of the few people that Charlie truly cared about. The fear was crippling, and she didn't want to make the wrong decision. She didn't want to get Norah killed. "Artie's place is pretty big and it's not in the city. It's secure, Quinn made sure to secure the place. Beth will be safe there—and Artie is loyal. Tina has access to a hidden account and Zizes and Artie can whip up some fake passports and travel documents in a few hours." She paused for a moment. "Where's Brittany?"
"With Santana," Mike replied immediately.
"Any word on—?" Mike shook his head and Charlie frowned at this news, another thing to worry about, another thing that her actions had wrought. Sam dead. Azimio dead. Rory dead. Santana injured and out, and there were people depending on her to figure out how to keep them alive. It had taken her three years of surveillance, to figure out a plan to remove Beth safely.
Mike studied Charlie for a moment, there was worry on her features and he quickly realized that he was going to need to lead her through this. She had never been in a position like Quinn, where a loved one was in danger. No one could have predicted Roz's betrayal, and no one could have seen this coming. There were some things in life, especially in their line of work where even with all the risk analysis that they did things weren't going to turn out the way they planned. "Charlie," Hazel eyes flicked over to him. "You need to deal with Sue, and we're going to need to figure out what to do with Holly whether we can trust them."
"Kill them problem solved," Charlie said as if the answer was obvious.
Mike groaned inwardly, "Sue is an asset, and unless you want to explain to Beth why people keep disappearing on her then I suggest you figure something else out. Plus if we're killing everyone we brought back then your mother is also on that list."
Charlie opened her mouth, killing them would be easy and quick and she wouldn't need to deal with the fallout, she wouldn't be wrong if they were dead. She couldn't afford to be wrong here. There was a ding at the elevators and Charlie turned never more grateful to see her twin. Finn and Blaine trailing her, "Sue's trying to leave. And we need to know if Holly is a mole. Mike said we can't just kill them."
Quinn looked at her twin the bruising was still evident, telling Charlie to stay behind would waste valuable time because she knew her twin wouldn't listen. She certainly wouldn't listen if she was in Charlie's shoes. She exhaled slowly, "Sue's not going to betray anyone Charlie. She wants to get out of this alive and she's going to walk away unless we have some information that will make her stay. Or a perfectly good emotional manipulation, what would Jean Sylvester say about the fact that she's abandoning us. Holly on the other hand is a wild card. We still need to hide our non-combatants—"
"Artie's place is hidden and big and it's spacious enough for everyone. He's loyal that's where they're going," Charlie stated. "No one knows the location except for you and me, same with Zizes place. Zizes could also protect Beth in a pinch. She respects you."
"Can't be Zizes. Once Santana is stable, I'll have Brittany meet up with them. You know how Santana and Zizes are. They hate each other. Zizes is ruthless enough to take advantage of Santana's state." Quinn rubs her temples for a moment before looking around. "We need to start moving get suited up full combat gear everyone," she snaps out immediately and people begin to move. Sebastian, Jesse, Finn, Blaine, Jake, Joe, Ryder, Dave, Matt and Mike made ten. Two teams of five. "Zizes will protect Beth until Brittany can bring Santana to Artie's. Penny will bring medical supplies and she'll monitor Santana. Even in Santana's state she won't let anything happen to Beth. Artie's set up should allow Zizes to work her magic and until Brittany gets there. Holly Holiday will be restrained discretely. So as to not alert Beth."
Mike nods and moves away leaving the two sister's alone as he goes to get suited up. "Are you sure you can control Sue?" Charlie asks her twin.
"No one can control Sue, but we can guilt her into helping. She never would have left our father's side if she was actually on his side. He should have killed her, she knows too much and I'm sure she has some crazy plan in place that ensures her survival. We won't win without her."
"Fantastic." Both twins turn to look at Sue Sylvester who is leaning against the door. "You remind me of a young Sue Sylvester," Sue said complimenting Quinn.
"So you'll help?" Charlie asked.
"Roz killed Sam. Santana is injured, every last person that you trained will die. Your legacy will be ruined if we can't beat him. And you know every inch of that mansion you know the quickest way and the simplest routes to get to where Norah and Rachel are being held. You care about your legacy, just as much as our father cares about his. Except we are your legacy," Quinn pointed out. "You raised us with Shannon, you stayed for us. So please help us."
Sue sighed, her sister would demand that she help them. To stop thinking about herself and help the twins. Russell was a monster that needed to be put down, something she should have done years ago, but it was simpler to let him live. There was a lot of that things being simple, "Holly isn't a threat. She's been my friend for years. Her best interests are Beth's interests. All your men are trained better than Frannie's men. Her men were trained by Rick Denham. He had an accident involving stairs a few years back. As for your father's bodyguards—well the only people I train and have trained are your people. Your team even as—even though your numbers are rather small, is still an elite military force. Use their strengths, to your advantage."
Russell Fabray trailed his hand over Norah's unmarked skin. It was hard enough to simply not snap her neck, after that stunt that Lucy had pulled but once he finished breaking them. He would get to her little songbird later, and for her sins against him, there would be no point in keeping Beth alive. Perhaps he'd make her choose again. Beth or this Rachel girl that Roz had insisted was important to her. He felt Norah strain against her bonds as she made a muffled sound. He would remove the makeshift gag, once he felt like it.
Torture was easy, stripping someone of their humanity, their dignity—their power. It was something he had been doing since he could remember. Causing physical pain was easy, they bruised easily and physically it was easy to break them. A hammer to the hand would render the limb useless even with the best of doctors. But leaving invisibles scars that would last a life time. That would haunt a person for the rest of their lives. It was something that he had mastered at a young age, breaking a person's body physically was easy and thus boring—but tearing apart a mind breaking it and putting it back together again it was an art. A very delicate art as was the idea of using Norah or Rachel as a tool against his daughters.
They weren't Beth. The love was different and if he pushed to hard then both twins would grow to resent their anchors. If he didn't do enough then the twins wouldn't react the way he wanted them to. It was always hard to find the line, taking what he wanted from this Norah girl, would be the first step into reigning Charlie in. Rachel would serve Quinn as a reminder of that fateful day, he would have used Rachel against Quinn but that stunt demanded that he take his pound of flesh. He gently traced his finger along Norah's spine, watching her go rigid, "You're in love with my daughter aren't you?" Norah didn't respond it was no matter. He didn't care, by the time he was done with Norah she would never look at Charlie the same way again.
If he did it right, she'd never be able stomach being with her again, let alone being with her. It would be the same with Rachel. "You know she's exactly like me. She'll deny it, she'll rage against it, but when push comes to shove, the monster that I'm sure that she claims that I am, beneath the surface. You might think that she isn't capable of this, that she's in control—" Russell slowly pulled off his belt placing it neatly on the table beside her. "But she butchered a man and his men because he disrespected her. His payment wasn't enough, it was simple for her. In other words dear Norah she slips." Russell unbuttoned his pants slowly zipping down his pants letting the sound fill the air and he watched her shiver.
Russell licked his lips, he could feel the fear. He would condition her to loathe Charlie, by the time he was finished with her, she wouldn't be able to look Charlie in the eye, and she wouldn't be able to stomach Charlie's touch. He'd give her back eventually, same with Rachel if he didn't choose to have Quinn kill her that is. There was so many decisions to be made, and Frannie insisted on joining in. Charlie had infuriated her with her mouth and she demanded retribution. She had this odd thing with burning victims, it was messy business but perhaps watching her lover being branded like cattle, knowing that she'd always belong to him. It would remind her, it would remind them that he chose who lived and who died. He ran his fingers along Norah's core, it was dry. No matter this wasn't about her pleasure and if he caused her some pain she would remember this lesson well.
Linking what he was about to do with his daughter would be enough. All she needed to do was think about Charlie as he fucked her, as he took what he wanted from her. He guided himself against her opening, which was still dry and smiled as he grabbed her hair pulling it back as he removed the gag and slammed into her as hard as he could, the scream the came from her lips as he tore into her aroused him further, "Does she fuck you like this," he sneered, pulling out and slamming into her again. "Clearly not, you're so fucking tight. I suppose it must feel nice to be fucked by a real man."
Norah struggled despite her bonds trying to kick him away. Every word forced the image of his daughter into her head even though she knew it wasn't Charlie who was taking her. This was her father, she had heard horror stories—she let out a whimper as he slammed into her particularly roughly. He smelled of cigars and some disgusting probably expensive aftershave. His thick fingers gripped her hips tightly bruising it. He wasn't going particularly fast but with every thrust he would say something about his daughter, something cruel, mock her size, ask her questions, and she felt the hot tears slipping down her cheeks when he finished inside her. His seed slipping out as he pulled out of her and pulled his pants up.
Russell Fabray walked to the front of the table as he put his belt back on, and zipped his pants up and fixed his suit. He pulled Norah's head up, it would have to do for now but he'd certainly be back for seconds maybe he'd try another hole this time. He looked Norah in the eye and smiled, as if nothing he had done had been wrong. "The true monsters are the ones with the fancy clothes, blood on their hands that they've wiped clean. They can put a smile on their face, say something funny something that can make you laugh and they convince you that they're human."
Quinn pressed her lips to Beth's forehead kissing her daughter on the forehead. "You be good for your Aunt Holly and you be nice to your uncle Artie. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Beth frowned as she looked at the car, "Promise?"
Quinn smiled, "I'm going to come back Beth, so is your aunt Charlie. We're going to come back," she promises her daughter, but Beth wraps her arms around Quinn's waist tightly not letting go and Quinn pauses for a moment. "I promise I'm going to come back." With Rachel, and with the knowledge that her father wouldn't be able to hurt them anymore. Quinn smiled at Beth, "Don't forget to say goodbye to your Aunt Charlie." Quinn watched as Beth ran up to Charlie throwing her arms around her twin she exhaled slowly as she watched her twin mumble something to her daughter probably about taking care of that infernal pet of hers that Beth had insisted on taking with her. She hugged her daughter one last time as she watched her follow Tina to Artie's apartment.
She adjusted her vest and Mike handed her a gun which she immediately holstered, "The helicopter's waiting," Mike said looking at her.
"Do we have everything we need?" Quinn asked.
Mike smiled and nodded, "Double checked myself. We're armed to the teeth."
Quinn nodded and took a step towards the car, only for Charlie to grab her arm, causing Quinn to look at her a confused look spreading across her face as she studied her twin's expression. She had been quiet, Mike had said her confidence had been hit. "Is this how you felt for ten years? Like one mistake, another mistake—could cost you everything?"
Quinn paused for a moment, for ten years Charlie hadn't cared for anyone—or anything that Russell could actually exploit, "We'll get her back. We'll get them both back. But we need to go now. But I need you to be you."
"Being me got Sam killed, it got Santana hurt—I fucked up, if I had just left her alone Quinn. Then she wouldn't be with him. And—"
"You said you'd protect her and we're wasting time Charlie, I need you to focus. I need you to stop second-guessing yourself and just act. You saved my daughter."
"Santana did that, I didn't do shit I just thought of a plan." Charlie snaps at her twin. "I can't—I can't make another mistake Quinn."
"Roz betrayed us, you're good at predicting things, we both are, but even I didn't see that. I thought she hated him. I know she hated him, Shannon was her friend. Yet she betrayed us. Sue certainly didn't see it coming and you know how she is. We need to go Charlie. And you need to snap out of it, for ten years he hasn't managed to rattle you. It's been years since we've done something like this, worked together on the same team. It ends tonight Charlie."
AN: The assault on Fabray Manor, Quinn finally meets her oldest sister, Rachel meets Russell, stuff happens, people die.
