MARCH 18TH 2018.
"Holy shit.." Santana cried as the van rumbled down the street. Her leg was throbbing and she felt woozey and nauseous.
Younger Britney had Santana's head in her lap as she stared down at her crying. "Shh.. It's okay babe, every things going to be okay. I've got you."
Older Rachel made eye contact with older Britney. Both worried because Santana looked pale and had lost a lot of blood already.
"Guys! We're here!" Older Britney called out.
Leroy's eyes bulged as he took in the drop off point gas station. It looked exactly the same. He couldn't believe it. None of them could really believe that they were in the future.
"Ahhhh!" Quinn's scream appeared into thin air as she and Moore appeared in a field of grass. Quinn's eyes opened when she felt the sun on her skin and the warm breeze around her.
Her eyes widened in surprise before her natural survival instincts kicked in and she immediately took the opportunity to elbow Moore in the gut firmly causing his grip to loosen.
She took off like a rocket without a second thought about how much that must have hurt him. Moore groaned than looked up with a wince. He shook his head in disapproval.
Quinn ran without looking back. Her eyes scanned the vast land of trees. She couldn't recognize where she is but she also wasn't going to give that guy a chance to-"
"Ahhhh!" The blonde screamed as a light beamed in front of her and before she could stop herself she rammed right into the solid build of Moore. Causing her to fall promptly on her back hard.
"Owww.." Quinn groaned.
Moore looked down at her. His eyes twinkling with mirth as he let out a throaty chuckle that sounded oddly familiar to Quinn. He shook his head than grabbed her arm to help her up.
"She warned me you'd be hard to handle. I was suppose to stay on my toes with you and if you put up a fight. I am to take drastic measures. So sorry about this." He said sweetly but before Quinn could protest her eyes bulged as he picked her up off the ground in one swift motion and tossed her over his shoulder.
"What the hell do you think you're doing. Put me down!" Quinn fought as she kicked and thrashed punching his broad back but it was like she was hitting a wall because the man didn't seem to react at all. He just chuckled again.
"I'm sorry Quinn but no can do." With that he began to walk further into the woods.
"FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKK!" Santana wailed as the large piece of glass was pried from the calf of her leg.
Her tears coming in waves as she cried beet red in the face. It's the only part of her that seemed to have any color because of it. She had lost so much blood already.
Younger Britney was by her side holding her hand kissing her forehead and crying with her because the entire thing was too hard for her to see.
She always felt everything Santana felt whether it be happiness, sadness or pain. She loved her so much she felt like they were one.
Older Britney was on the other side of her helping to hold Santana down. She's also emotional because in this time she's sure Santana is already dead along with her wife Dani.
She had lost her years ago but she loved the girl, the woman still. No amount of time that passes could ever dissipate that love.
It was more than any love she could have for any one else and she didn't want anyone else. She loves and always will love Santana Lopez.
Older Rachel was the one removing the embedded glass. The brunette clenched her jaw at just how deep the glass went in.
The brunette could tell the girl may not be able to cheer again. Santana's leg looked that bad.
Thankfully if and when they could get the girl back in to her time the wound would be gone and that's if they can get her back before it gets worse.
Rachel had rushed to take the glass out because it had been in there so long. She feels bad because she didn't have time to waste with giving any sort of sedation or possibly a relief by numbing it.
She knew if she didn't get to it quickly it could become infected more than it was and possibly cause Santana to lose her leg.
Rachel still couldn't get over that fact that she and Britney brought people from the past to the future.
This was not in the plan. It wasn't suppose to be this way. They were suppose to help not make things worst.
Officer Moore continued to whistle as he walked with a still aggressive Quinn on his shoulders.
"I swear you better sleep with one eye open because when I get the chance I'm gonna-"
"We're here!" Officer Moore said cheerfully.
Just than he set Quinn down on her feet and just like before she sucker punched him fucking hard mind you, than tried to make a run for it again only for him to appear before her in his beam of light that she really just despised and again she landed on her ass harshly. The blonde groaned.
"Fuck you and your Houdini ass tricks!" Quinn growled.
"You know Quinn you shouldn't use such filthy language. It's very unbecoming of you." Moore said with a charming smile.
Quinn's head shot up in reaction to his words. "What did you just say?"
"You should really work on expressing your self in a more respective light. Furthermore in your aggressive behavior. You must seem animalistic to people back in your time. Though I suppose you prefer it that way though I don't believe it suits your angelic features and Belinda Carlisle glamour." Moore finished with a thoughtful expression that shook Quinn to her core.
Up until that moment she hadn't really took in some of his striking features. Features that she's only seen on one person.
"Who... are you?" Quinn asked with transfixed fascinated eyes. Because in her gut she just knew.
Moore smiled at her and Quinn's breath was stolen. She knew that smile.
"I see you've met my son." A voice spoke up behind her and Quinn's eyes bulged as she scrambled to her feet in disbelief.
There standing looking every bit intimidating but some how still soft was herself.
Her older self.
Her hair grey and skin looking mature but full not how she had seen her own reflection in her own time malnourished and broken.
No this version of herself was healthy. This women's eyes sparkling with understanding and mirth as she gazed at her. That smirk Quinn knew she only reserved for when she knew someone was stunned to silence was being displayed for her own older versions amusement.
To put it simply her older self looked radiant.
"Well, I should say our son." Older Quinn said still smirking at the dumbfounded look on her younger face.