A/N So, after speaking with a few of you it's clear that I'm going to put everything up and hiatus because at this point it doesn't matter. So read or don't read it. It's up to you.
I don't own glee or any of it's characters or story lines.
Chapter one: Changes.
LIMA, OHIO MIDNIGHT.
Quinn lay sound asleep in her bed. Her bedroom window a quarter open. There wasn't a sound in the house.
The breeze outside the blonde's window rustled the trees. Slowly a red fog flowed, seeping into her window.
Within minutes the airy fog was hovering over the blonde's body as if it were watching her.
Than slowly it descended and slipped into Quinn's parted lips and up her nostrils in silence without stirring the girl.
The fog settling into the blonde peacefully, finally feeling the warmth of home.
Across town through another window, a blue fog entered another body, happy to be home.
FIVE WEEKS LATER.
SOPHMORE YEAR.
Rachel drove through the rainy streets of Lima tiredly.
She had been driving from Columbus back to Lima and was so disappointed in herself.
Her show case was that evening at seven forty five.
Her parents couldn't be there because her father was on a business trip and her mother was called in because one of her patients were in labor.
During the performance not only had she stumbled, tripped and bumped into her peers causing them all to lose formation.
She also wasn't able to control her breathing, though in the past that was a technique she prided herself on.
It didn't help that she was constantly hosting a severe migraine that caused blurred vision and dizziness as well as nausea.
She hadn't told her parents anything because not only did she not want to scare them for something so minuscule.
They worked very hard to not only pay for her vocal training, dance classes and acting classes. They told her she'd be their star one day.
They also had been trying hard to build her trust fund so that if anything happened to them suddenly, she'd be ok.
They were always worry warts that it rubbed off on Rachel.
She knew they'd think the worst, if she went to them. She clearly was suffering from exhaustion.
Rachel had googled everything and all the symptoms point to exhaustion.
She not only had all her classes to help hone her craft after school but also she was in the running along side Quinn Fabray and Mike Chang for valedictorian.
All her classes were AP and lets not forget her most stressful activity in her day, Glee.
Yes, she absolutely loves glee but between the barbed, harsh words of her team mates, if you could even call them that.
Mr. Shue and his blatant disregard of her opinions even though she's co captain she's stressed.
He seriously had a hard on for Finn, it was clear as day. He listens to Finn as if Finn's ideas are the greatest thing since disco.
She sometimes wondered why she even bothered staying on a team that most of the time just bashed her and her ideas.
Though she does understand why they would call her selfish. Honestly she is some what selfish for solos.
The spotlight period but as far as being a friend, the word selfish just doesn't apply.
She would be able to prove that if she actually had friends but she doesn't.
For a good bit of time there, she thought the glee kids were her friends.
But over the course of two years, she realized they only really associated with her when they were in the glee room or one of Pucks glee parties.
The one time she threw a party two months ago was great. Though they're only Sophmore's in high school and she doesn't agree with under age drinking. She allowed it because she wanted to show them she could be fun.
She let Puck break into her parents liquor cabinet and they trashed her house.
None of them helped clean up with the exception of Quinn who had filled at least a trash bag or two with her in silence before she had to leave.
Rachel appreciated it but after that, Quinn went back to being who she is. Head cheerio and HBIC.
Needless to say, Rachel had been grounded for the entire month.
For that one night she felt like they had become friends but then within a few days everything was back to normal.
They treated her like crap. They even had their own cliques in their twelve person group.
Puck and Finn.
Mercedes, Kurt, Blaine, Tina and Artie who were now friends again after their break up. Tina now being Mike's girlfriend.
That little group were always together.
She knows Blaine mostly just hangs out with whoever Kurt hangs out with simply on the strength of him being his boyfriend.
Mike and Sam.
Lauren would hang out with Puck and Finn when she was a member but told Puck the club sucked and quit three weeks ago.
The unholy trinity.
They all roamed the halls together in their own cliques in conversation.
One time when she was trying to make conversation with Kurt she asked 'We're friends, right?'
His reply hurt when he said 'That's a terrible thing to say.'
His face alone as he said it spoke all the truth she needed to really and truly see that, no, he wasn't really her friend.
Acquaintances in glee and at Pucks parties maybe but ultimately he wasn't.
Though they had so much in common. He clearly didn't think so.
No, Rachel was the only one out of twelve people to be the outcast among the outcasts.
How the hell did she managed such a feat, she'd never know.
She wishes she wasn't so socially awkward but what could be done? That's just who she is.
So what does some one like Rachel Berry do in such a situation. Grin and Bare it.
She takes the barbed words and cutting eyes. The mocking and arguments.
She tries to insert herself in the conversations and takes which ever win she can when she's actually engaged by one of them without fuss.
When the topic is so distracting they forget that it's Rachel Berry their allowing into the huddle.
The brunette glances down at the dashboard clock.
10:49 pm
Rachel feels the uncomfortable pressure in her head beginning to take hold of her and winced when the first throb hits.
She hisses and grits her teeth as the pounding in her head begins.
She curses her self for not driving fast enough to get home before this could happen.
Before she knows it the nausea hits and she knows what's coming next.
Within minutes her vision begins to blur than her head swims a little but it hasn't reached full capacity yet.
Which is why she screamed and jerked her car when the silhouette of someone came into view.
Before she could stop it, her car swerved into the other lane.
Bright lights flashed in her blurred vision from an oncoming car.
She screams again and whips her car once more back into her lane.
Causing it to hydroplane and spin out of control before flipping several times than rolling down the deep, grassy hill leading to a wooded area hidden in the nights darkness.
The second the car stops Rachel only gets to groan in an upside down position, her seatbelt holding her in place.
Blood pouring from a gash in her head and before anything else could leave her lips her entire world goes black.
Quinn jolts upright with a ponding heart and rapid breathing.
The blonde's eyes scan her room as an uncomfortable feeling settles over her.
Her heart feels heavy and her brain is shouting at her but nothing distinguishable other than a dull ache.
The hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
She glances at the clock on her night stand. 10:52 pm
Quinn jumps out her skin when her dark room erupts in light when lightening breaks outside her window as the storm outside rages on.
Quinn could feel the dream she was having fade away but two words still lingered 'Help me..'
Quinn swallowed thickly. She could feel something pulling at her to get out of bed before her body moves upon it's own violation.
She got dressed rushing down the stairs. Before she could blink she was outside running at a full sprint in the rain toward something calling out to her.
She felt conscious of her every move but also not conscious because her mind was screaming at herself to go home but her heart and body kept going without her consent.
She literally had no control over her limbs and began panicking.
She had no idea how long she had been running but she reached an empty road with barely any light other than the moon.
She rushed to the edge of a hill and gazed into the darkness.
She could feel the pull stronger than before telling her to run into the unknown.
The blonde took the first step down into darkness with no fear.
She was careful with her steps on the hill since she couldn't see.
It wasn't until lightening struck again did she gasped at the sight of an overturned mangled car no more than 100 feet away from her at the bottom of the hill near a large tree, where the ground evened out.
The blonde rushed forward tripping here and there until she skidded to halt and dropped to her knees to peer inside.
The breath in the blonde's lungs was stolen upon getting a brief glimpse of the unconscious passenger.
"Rachel! Oh my god! Rachel, can you hear me?!" Quinn yelled out in fear.
Rachel could hear a muffled voice. It sounded like it was being drowned out by water.
She wanted to reply that 'Yes', she could hear who ever it was but her body wouldn't cooperate.
"Don't worry Rachel! I'm going to get you out!" Quinn yelled louder over the storm hoping the brunette would reply but still nothing.
Quinn stood up kicking the rest of the glass of the broken window out than falling to her knees once more to crawl into the car.
She didn't feel pain when glass scraped her exposed skin here and there.
The blonde turned over and reached up toward the brunette immediately in search of a pulse.
Quinn breathe a sigh of relief for the pulse she could feel. It was weak but there.
Quinn laid back on her back without pain once more as she felt the little crumples of glass press into her back.
She reached up and fought with the seatbelt lock until the brunette was released.
Quinn choked on air when the brunette's body fell on top of hers stealing her breath by the weight.
The blonde than rolled Rachel off of her, breathing heavily from the residual hit of impact. Quinn crawled her way back out of the car.
Than grabbed the brunette by the ankles tugging on her until her thighs were visible than doing her best to be as careful as possible as she pulled Rachel the rest of the way out of the battered vehicle.
The blonde finally removed Rachel completely. She couldn't see all the damage to Rachel's body but with every flash of lightening she could see blood.
Quinn looked down at Rachel in sadness as she checked for the brunette's pulse again. It was still there.
She slipped her arms under the brunette's legs and upper body lifting her bridal style.
She began trekking back up the way she came. She'd be lying if she said it was easy.
If it wasn't for the mud of the soil and Rachel's dead weight.
She would have already made it back on solid ground.
Quinn had already stumbled several times as her sneakers mushed into the slippery thick mud.
She tripped to her knees dropping Rachel and herself twice onto the mud, trying to climb back up the hill.
The pouring rain beat down on the blonde and brunette unforgiving and harsh.
Quinn gritted her teeth as her body fought and struggled to keep going. It was still going on auto pilot.
Her mind understood there was currently the burn of exertion hitting her but it seemed like her body itself wasn't registering it.
She finally reached the top stumbling forward yet again, her body trembling as the cold wind swept against them.
Quinn steadied herself as she stood up taking her next step. Hoping not to slip and fall backward tumbling the two back into the depths of the darkened hidden woods.
Finally she and Rachel made it on to asphalt.
The blonde grunted as she hitched up the brunette in her arms to get a better grip.
She began walking the long walk toward the hospital with one goal, get Rachel medical attention.
The blonde walked and walked and walked until the bright lights of Lima General came into view.
She walked through the emergency doors both girls covered in blood, mud, glass and soaked to the bone and before she could open her mouth a nurse at the desk gasped.
"I need a stretcher!" The nurse called out.
The next few moments were a flurry of movements.
Rachel was taken from her and she stood there in the E.R unmoving.
The blonde was in a daze as her head began to ache again.
The doctor and nurse tried to reach for Quinn but her reflexes stepped back defensively again on auto pilot.
The doctor was asking her questions but she didn't reply. All she could do was stare out into space.
She heard one of the nurses say that she thinks she knows Quinn. That she used to go to the same church as Quinn. Giving the doctor Quinn's name.
When the doctor and nurse were distracted by the nurse at the desk, she heard them say the police were notified, the blonde walked out of Lima general without a word.
She started out in a light jog than once again into a full sprint all the way home with the rain once again beating down on her.
When she entered her house her mudded shoes tracked along the floors all the way up to her room.
She sat on her bed and stared in silence still in shock at what had just happened.
She turned to look at the clock. 4:28 am
It felt like five minutes.
It felt like fives minutes from the time she woke up and left her house to the time she walked back through her front door.
She couldn't tell you what the pull to run out in the middle of the night was from.
She couldn't tell you why she felt like a passenger in her own body instead of the actual driver.
She couldn't tell you why she had felt unafraid to run into the darkness of the woods.
She couldn't tell you why she didn't feel bonelessly tired after the entire ordeal of straining her body to the max to save Rachel Berry's life.
She couldn't tell you why she saved Rachel Berry at all considering she was Rachel's greatest tormentor.
Quinn couldn't tell you anything about that night and she never wanted to speak of it ever again.
She would tell no one that just before she woke from her dreams an echoed familiar voice that sounded crystal clear in her dream called out to her.
A voice of a brunette who was currently unconscious at Lima General fighting for her life.
'Help me!'
Resounded in Quinn's head on a loop as she sat frozen in place.
Felt her conscious slipping again as her head automatically turned in the direction behind her not even two inches from where she's sitting, casting her hazy eyes to the body resting on her bed.
The girl was blonde. She was athletic and she was devastatingly beautiful.
She was Lucy Quinn Fabray looking as if she was comatose.
The blonde awake standing above the body was also Lucy Quinn Fabray and as she stared down at herself in a groggy haze, she felt that pull again.
Only this time toward her own body. So she answered as she crawled to the sleeping form on the bed and fell onto it. Disappearing into herself..
The blonde jolted upright gasping for breath. Her wide frantic eyes shooting back and forth in a panic.
She swallowed thickly as she reached for her phone immediately, dialing a number she secretly knows by heart..
'Hello, you've reached Rachel Berry, future Broadway star. Please leave a message.' The answer machine beeped it's signal to leave a message.
The blonde licked her dry lips. "Rachel.. It's me, Quinn. I.." Quinn breathe deeply as her tears welled in her eyes before spilling over. As a sob escaped her throat. The voicemail beeped to indicate the time was up.
"It felt so real.." The blonde whispered in tears to her self as she shook uncontrollably. Pulling her knees to her chest. "It was only a dream.." That was the blonde's mantra for the rest of the night.
That night was a night of importance that neither girl knew would be the first cycle.
The hours ticked by as the fate of Rachel Berry's life hung in the balance and Quinn Fabray had her first experience with her new ability.