Santana's eyes flickered and she grimaces as the bright that is shining in her eyes. "Fuck," she mumbles under her breath as she gasps for air. Pain, that seemed to be the only constant, her arms, her legs, her body, each part of her body hurt.

It takes a moment for her brain to push the pain away as it tries to piece together what happens, she'd been in the process of getting Charlie naked, and then there had been an explosion, of some sort. It takes an even longer moment for her mind to make the connections that Charlie had been in an explosion with her and she immediately sits up, her breath catching as her body protests at the sudden movement. She sucks in a deep breath through her teeth and looks around, wondering where she was and realizing it looked familiar, but her mind is still foggy with pain and she frowns slightly.

"Santana—mija, you were in an accident," her father's soothing voice is beside her and she turns to look at him.

"Charlie—" Santana grimaces as a sharp shooting pain distracts her and she looks at her arm, and notices the cuts and bruises. She frowns and focuses for a moment; it doesn't take long for the cuts and scrapes on her arm to slowly fade away.

Miguel moves quickly to try and get his daughter to lay back down, "She's fine, she brought you to me. She doesn't know what happened." It was a lie, of sorts. Charlie was nowhere near fine, but had refused medical attention insisting that he see to his daughter. When he had finished seeing to his daughter, Charlie had been gone.

The words don't register and she realizes she might have hit her head, because the fog in her mind lingers as she begins to focus on trying to stop her body from hurting. The pain ebbs away after a few seconds and her mind feels slightly clearer. She moves to get off the examination table that her father had set her on and feels his strong hands on her trying to push her down. "I'm fine. Papi I'm fine, I healed myself." Santana said as she smacked his hands away.

"What—"

"I can heal myself, where's Charlie—what happened?" Santana pressed as she hops off the table, and wobbles as she realizes that her balance is slightly off.

Miguel blinked, he had been wondering how he was going to explain what had happened to Maribel, when Santana had woken up. He glances at her arms; he was certain she may have fractured something but she didn't seem to be in any pain. The deep cuts, where he had pulled out bits of wood and glass, seemed to have healed on their own, not leaving a single scar. He gapes for a moment before Santana's eyes are on him. "She was just gone before I could check on her—"

"Fuck." Santana swore looking around for her phone. She needed to get in touch with Charlie before she killed someone in retaliation. "Did she give you a number to call her—"

Miguel fished in his pockets, finding the phone that Charlie had given him and handed it to Santana who grabbed it from him and quickly called the only number on the burner phone. It rings once then twice—

'Is she—'

"Charlie—it's me, I'm okay. I promise I'm okay, where are you?" Santana said her voice gentle, as the rush of their bond finally snapped back into place, it almost felt stronger than before, and her body aches for Charlie in a way that was completely inappropriate with her father standing right beside her, hovering as if she was going to keel over and die.

There was a pause for a moment, 'They hurt you.'

Santana nods trying to keep herself calm they had just restarted their relationship having Charlie destroying Titan Industries would put a damper on the relationship going forward. "I know, but I'm fine, and I'd feel safer if you were here with me." It was manipulative but she can practically hear Charlie's mind working on what was said. The line goes dead and she pulls the phone away and turns around, as her body suddenly feels warm and safe as Charlie appears in a shroud of darkness behind her.

"Holy—"

Santana ignored her father's string of curses as he backed away from Charlie and instead moves to hug Charlie, who flinches in pain when she touches her. It's only for a split second, before Charlie's lips are on hers, and they're just as hungry as she feels. It takes her father clearing his throat a few times, each time getting consecutively louder before she turns to glare at him, he was interrupting.

"This is my office," Miguel snaps at his daughter, choosing to ignore Charlie for now. In all the time he'd known her he'd never seen her utilise her powers. But now that he did, it was unnerving, but he was doctor and it was obvious Charlie was still hurting. "And Charlie's injured so even if you wanted to have sex without a care in the world—you'd only be hurting her. That is not permission by the way. You two can't have sex in my office. I can't believe I even have to say that out loud."

"He's right Santana," Charlie said slowly, it would be weird to have sex in front of Santana's dad, or in his office. And he was also right that she was hurting badly, she'd managed to get rid of most of the shrapnel but breathing hurt, and she was certain if she peeled back her shirt it would be a bloody mess. Still, having sex with Santana would be nice, and her body seemed to crave it, she didn't even hurt as much anymore now that she was beside her.

Santana scowled and reached for Charlie's hand stopping when she feels the warm sticky liquid on her sleeve and she glances at her hands for a moment. "Charlie did you—"

"It's mine," Charlie says firmly.

Santana nods after a moment, Charlie never lied to her especially when she asked her a direct question. Charlie would always tell the truth even if it would be the smart thing to do otherwise. "Let me see, I can heal you."

"Right—none of that. You're still weak, I'll give her a check up you can wait outside Santana," Miguel said taking charge. "Don't argue, you had the option to go to medical school and you chose law, so let me help her."

"I want her to stay," Charlie states simply, as she finds a seat and slumps into it, she reaches for Santana who immediately comes to her side.

Miguel looks at the ceiling, he finally understood what Santana and Charlie had meant when they had informed him that they had a bond. "Was this Titan?"

"Yes," Charlie states firmly.

"How would they know where you were? You were at Sam's? It's not like they were following you right?" Santana questions, it had caused her brain to itch a bit. This was far too loud, far too noisy for Titan. If Charlie's assumptions about Dani were correct then they were sticking to the shadows.

Charlie turned sharply to Santana, a scowl on her face. "Who else could it have been?"

Miguel grabbed a light, deciding to start with a neurological exam, to make sure that Charlie wasn't concussed. "What were you doing before it happened?" When Santana and Charlie exchange looks, he groans. He really needed to discuss this with his wife at some point. He wasn't even sure where to begin. "And you've done this before without—never mind I know you've done it before without explosive results, you both failed at the open-door policy when you were teenagers. Was anything different about this time?"

"It's been awhile," Charlie says looking over at Santana.

"We've had long stretches where we weren't having sex," Santana reminded her, choosing to ignore how uncomfortable this conversation was going for her father, if there was something wrong, he might have some insight. It was best to be as honest as possible, without giving him too much information. She paused for a moment, "It was the first time you used your—abilities while I was using mine."

Charlie blinked slowly, as she followed Miguel's finger as he made an H-shape in the air in front of her face. "That can't be true," Charlie frowned thinking back. But she rarely used her abilities in Santana to begin with, and Santana rarely did anything more than make a coffee, there had never been a time when they had both needed to use their abilities at the same time. Generally, she was much more tactile with removing Santana's clothing. It was something she enjoyed doing, today she had been in a rush to see what Santana had on. She raises her hand slowly to test it out when it gets smacked hard by Miguel.

"You two are not blowing up my office, don't you have some other place where you can do this?"

"Sam?" Santana asked. "He'll probably get super nerdy about all of this and forget that we may have destroyed his apartment." She doubted it but it was worth a try. "You're going to need to pay for the damages."

Charlie wrinkled her nose, she would have to pay for the repairs, at least most of it was superficial and it probably wouldn't break the bank. She still had to pay for lawyers after all, and the private investigators. She'd also have to be nice to him, and she wasn't thrilled to have to deal with it. "Okay, we probably shouldn't have sex—that hurt!" Charlie said when Miguel flicked her forehead.

"Stop it. Or I kick Santana out," Miguel threatened. "She's my daughter."

Charlie rubbed her forehead for a moment before nodding. Deciding to simply keep her mouth shut for now. She does reach for Santana's hand and holds it tightly, letting her adrenaline levels fall to an acceptable level as her eyes grow heavy and she yawns. It doesn't take her long before she leans against Santana's shoulder and falls asleep.