Charlie tossed the bouncy ball against the wall in her office and opened a portal, so it came right back to her, after it bounced. Using her abilities like this was a terrible idea, from how quickly her mood was plummeting but it felt right. She looked over at the speech that Sam's father had put on her desk, it was for the new efforts to expand further their business massively, and they'd finally go public.

But she didn't particularly care. Her mind seemed stuck, replaying the last few moments with Santana on what seemed to be an endless loop. She should have lied. She should have told Santana exactly what she wanted to hear. She had no idea why she insisted on being the bigger person here. They were finally in the same city again, Santana was nearby. "Fuck."

She threw the ball at her door as it opened, and the ball quickly bounced in an off direction and bounced around her office, causing Charlie's face to twist into a scowl as she watches it bounce under her couch. She turns back to the door ready to tear into the person who had dared only to stop and stare at Dr. Lopez. "Doctor Lopez—is Santana okay?"

"She's fine. I hope you don't mind me stopping by, but I caught the elevator up with Sam I think his name was, friendly guy he helped me get by your assistant."

"That's Sam. Always trying to make my life interesting." Charlie got up and gestured towards the chair. "Is there a problem Doctor—"

"Miguel, I've told you to call me that for years," Miguel said closing the door. "I am here because of my daughter, but she's not aware that I'm here. So, if you could please keep this from her—"

"I—okay." Charlie rubbed the back of her neck, Miguel wasn't sitting down, and it made her nervous and slightly paranoid. "I really do love your daughter, but I'm trying to give her space like she wants. That's why I don't visit as often." She mumbles.

"When we first met, I didn't quite understand what Santana saw in you, but you seemed to worship the ground she walked on. Maribel thought it was just a phase for Santana, but she does love you."

"I—uh thanks?" Charlie shifts uncomfortably. "I don't understand why you're here though."

"You saved my daughter's life and for that I am eternally grateful," Miguel watches as Charlie shrinks back.

"She told you? What did she tell you?" There was panic in Charlie's voice.

"She told me what they did to the both of you. She told me how you gave her hope, even if she thought that you two were going to die in there. She told me how you jumped in after her. Don't worry I'm not going to tell a soul." Miguel took a step closer to Charlie who looked like she was about to run away. "Thank you. Truly—she's my only child and the thought of what those bastards did to her, what they put her through. Thank you for getting her home."

"I—she saved my life too. She doesn't think she did, but she did." Charlie says quietly. She bites her tongue hard when Miguel envelopes her in a tight hug, unsure of what to do.

Miguel pulls back and looks at her, "She showed me what she could do. How she could make things, she didn't show tell me what you could do—"

"I—" Charlie frowned. There were only three people on the planet that knew what she could do. Miguel was thrilled with her now, but if he knew that she had committed crimes that had impacted his wife. "I make things disappear," she said after a moment. She was not thrilled with this conversation.

"Like Santana's illness?" Miguel watched as Charlie looked away. It was the only answer he needed, another thing that he was grateful for. "

"I really don't want to talk about this Doctor Lopez," Charlie muttered finally.

"Because you don't trust me," Miguel surmises.

"It's a secret that I only told three people. Quinn, Sam and your daughter. It was meant to stay that way, the more people that know—"

"The more dangerous it is for the both of you," Miguel pointed out. He exhales slowly, and looks around her office it seemed rather solid, and he doubted anyone was listening. "Santana is my everything, I am incredibly proud of her. Most people don't bounce back from this, but she did, and I know it's because of you. I would never do anything to jeopardize her well-being, and you're part of that. If I did anything that caused you harm, she'd never forgive me."

Charlie nodded, not sure where to begin. "What else did Santana tell you?"

"Why she broke up with you."

Charlie froze, she shouldn't have promised not to bring this up with Santana. She was tempted to pay Santana a visit just so she could bitch at her for telling her father everything. "I don't always make the right decision, but I imagine in my shoes you would have done the same thing."

"I'm not sure what I would have done in your shoes." Miguel admits after a moment, "I still don't quite understand your ability."

"It's better that way," Charlie said with a simple shrug.

Miguel hesitated before nodding, "I want to understand what my daughter went through, I want to understand what you went through. God knows you probably made the right call in having her not tell us right away, or they would have found you both again, but that was nearly a decade ago Charlie. I got to see Santana graduate, twice. She got into law school. I want to help, I want to help take these people down."

Charlie blinked at the request. "No." The word was out of her mouth before her head had a moment to process his request and come up with some other thing that Miguel could do to feel like he was fighting the good fight.

"No? You're just going to allow them to get away with this?"

"I never said that, I'm saying no to you helping take them down. Santana loves you and they have no problem using lethal force. I have powers and even I'm not completely immune," Charlie said calmly as she pulled the collar on her shirt revealing the healed up bullet wound. Her healing was faster than most other people's, but she could still feel the pain.

"Is that a bullet—" It looked like a wound that had was freshly healed.

"Yes," Charlie said not letting him finish. "It's dangerous, they are dangerous."

Miguel inhaled sharply. When Santana had stated that they probably had assassin's, he had thought she was exaggerating, but this was the proof. He would keep his daughter's secret away from his wife, he didn't know how she would take it, but she would insist that they not be afraid. "Then instead of going to someone who you will have to pay to keep quiet, come and see me or call me and I will come and patch you up."

Charlie pulls up her collar, studying him for a moment. Miguel was a doctor, but he also cared deeply about Santana and she knew that he hadn't come this way just to hug her. "I assume you'll also want to run some tests?"

"Only if you agree. I don't know if they gave you and Santana the same thing. When she got sick, and then got better I realized I didn't know anything, I couldn't help her. I'm certain if you hadn't intervened when you did, she wouldn't be here anymore, and I am not going to lose her a second time. And if she can get sick then so can you, we need to be prepared."

Charlie hesitates for a moment, "Very well but you can't tell Santana. I'm not supposed to be in her life. And she'll probably see this as a betrayal."