A/N: Salutations, everyone!
Finally! A new chapter! And it's the last one, yippee! ;) Again, sorry for taking forever to update...again. heh. LOTS of things have been happening lately personally.
Thank you to everyone who has left a review for the last chapter! I will try to get to them individually as soon as I can :) Sorry again for the long wait, and I hope you enjoy this finale!
Happy reading :)
Update 12/24/20: Re-upload to correct some egregious errors in the original. Enjoy!
Quinn didn't waste any time. As soon as the guard came into reach, she drove her fist right into the man's bandaged nose. Hard.
"Ow!" Cradling his face, the man sank to his knees, moaning in agony.
"I wish I could say I'm sorry," Quinn remarked, skirting around the fallen guard. "But I'm not."
She ran across the dirt floor as fast as she could. She could hear the guard groaning as he rose to his feet behind her. Slamming on the heavy wooden door shut as she raced through the opening, she turned the key in the lock and then cautiously—but quickly—climbed the stairs.
There was another door at the top. It sat wide open, and as she peered around the frame, she saw that she had been held captive in what looked like an abandoned store.
There was no one else about and judging from the footprints in the dust that caked the floor, the fellow she had just locked up downstairs was the only other person in the building. Good. She would not have to worry about being attacked by someone else while trying to escape.
From the cellar, she could hear the guard yelling at her. He sounded angry—only someone very, very angry used language like this man was using. Quinn's grandmother would box her ears if she ever heard Quinn talk like that.
She left the ground-floor door open, so the guard would be easily found if anyone else came to the building. She didn't' want the man to be locked up for long with only a little food and water.
But she had more important things to think about. She had to get to Brahm House and stop Finn. She didn't know if the wedding was being held there or not, but at least someone there would be able to tell her where to go.
She ran for the nearest door with hope it would lead her outside.
"Don't move!" a voice barked as she pulled it open.
Quinn froze, and found herself surrounded by several men wearing red coats. Didn't the Bow Street Runners wear red coats?
The man closest to her looked her up and down. Quinn could only imagine how she looked, her fine blouse and skirt soiled beyond repair and her hair a mess.
"Your Grace?" the man asked, his voice hesitant.
Quinn didn't know whether to relax or tense, so she did nothing. "Yes," she replied, her gaze never leaving the Runner's.
"I'm Mr. Bowles," the Runner replied with a relieved chuckle. "We have been looking for you. Miss Berry's been very worried about you."
Quinn's shoulders sagged with relief. Thank God! Rachel had gone to the Runners just as she had promised she would. She hadn't fallen for Finn's deception. Not completely, anyway.
"Well, I'm very glad you found me," Quinn told him. "There's a man locked up in the cellar. He has been working for my brother Finn Pierce. I recognized him as a man who attacked me several nights ago."
Bowles ordered three of his men to go down to the cellar. "Your Grace, I have quite a few questions to ask you."
Quinn edged closer to the outside steps. "No doubt you do, but I'm afraid they're just going to have to wait. You see, I have a wedding to stop." Brushing past the officer, she practically jumped off the steps to the ground.
Bowles was hot on her heels. "Allow me to accompany you." His tone clearly told Quinn that he wouldn't accept no as an answer. Hailing a hackney cab, Bowles held the door so that Quinn might climb in first. "I also would like to be there when Mr. Pierce discovers that he has been caught. You can answer my questions along the way."
Leaning back against the seat, Quinn sighed in frustration. "If I answer your questions, will you promise to arrest my brother on sight?"
Bowles smiled and leaned out the door. "Grosvenor Square," he ordered the driver. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll hurry!"
How much longer was she going to have to maintain this farce?
Rachel sat in a parlor just down the hall from the drawing room where the ceremony was to be held. Her mother waited with her, both of them chewing on their fingernails and pacing as the hour drew closer and closer to eleven.
That was how Carole and Brittany found them when they came in a few moments later.
"Nervous, my dear?" Carole asked with a smile when she saw Rachel.
On the verge of hysteria, Rachel nodded. "A little," she managed to squeak.
Carole sat down on a nearby cream brocade-covered sofa. "I was nervous on my wedding day too. It's only natural. I only wish I knew what Finn's hurry was." Her gazed locked with Rachel's. "Has something happened that I should know about?"
Oh, so many things had happened that Carole should know about, Rachel wouldn't even know where to start! "I suppose he's just eager," she lied.
Brittany toyed with the fingers of her gloves. The young girl looked so blue-deviled and depressed it wasn't funny. "I wish Quinn was here."
Carole covered her hand with one of her own. "So do I, dear."
So did Rachel. Here was the opening she had been looking for. "Where is Quinn, anyway?"
Brittany's blue eyes were glassy with unshed tears. "We don't know!"
Carole patted her daughter's hand. "She left me a brief note thanking me for our hospitality but that she was leaving for Scotland immediately."
"And she didn't say anything but good-bye in mine," Brittany interrupted with a sniff.
"She left Finn a letter saying that Finn was the true heir to the dukedom, but that just doesn't make sense." Carole looked up. "I know Phillip and Judith were married, Rachel. I've seen the marriage certificate. Phillip believed it to be valid and so do I. Why would Quinn write such a letter?"
Oh, how badly Rachel wanted to tell her the truth, to tell her just what a lying monster her son was, but she couldn't. She couldn't hurt Carole like that.
"I don't know," she lied. "Perhaps she knew how much the title meant to Finn."
Carole's expression was pained. "Even so, she can't just give it to Finn. It's not legal, especially if the marriage was valid."
Rachel struggled to remain calm even though her heart was pounding. Carole knew the truth! Finn would not be able to provide his false claims to the title when his mother knew they were lies. How she wished she could tell Carole knew that.
"I just don't know, Carole. It makes no sense to me either."
Carole's jaw tightened and Rachel was shocked by how stern she looked. "I don't think so. I think you know more about what's going on than you are telling me, Rachel. Do you know where Quinn is?"
Swallowing hard against the words that threatened to spill out of her, Rachel shook her head. As guilty as she felt for not telling Carole the whole truth, she couldn't bear to be the one to explain everything to her. At least she wouldn't be lying this time. "No, Carole. I can honestly tell you that I have no idea where she is. I wish I did."
Carole nodded. "So do I. I'm sorry for being so short with you, my dear. I'm just so worried. Even though she's not my daughter, I have come to care for Quinn in the short time I have known her."
Rachel understood how she felt all too well.
"We all started to care for her!" Brittany blurted, the tears in her eyes giving way to anger. "We deserve more than an impersonal note in farewell!" She turned away as a sob burst forth.
The weight of her friend's sorrow pushed heavily on Rachel's shoulders. She couldn't keep silent much longer.
Carole's gaze was pained as it turned from her daughter to Rachel. "I know there was some tension between her and Finn. Finn took his father's death so hard, and then to find out that he wasn't the heir after all…well, you can imagine what an upset it might be to a young man."
"Yes," Rachel replied, almost choked with bitterness. "I can imagine." She didn't have to imagine. She knew how hard Finn had taken his father's death—it had driven him insane.
Rising to her feet, Carole smiled her kind, sweet smile. "I'm sure you and your mother would like a little alone time before the ceremony. Brittany and I will leave you now." She came to Rachel with arms outstretched, wrapping them around her in a delicate embrace. "You are bringing so much joy to our family, Rachel," Carole whispered against her ear.
Horror seized Rachel by the heart. Joy? Good heavens, joy was the last thing she was going to give poor Carole. When Bow Street arrived and took Finn away, Carole was going to be heartbroken. But there was no other way. Finn had to pay for what he had done.
Plastering a bright smile on her face, Rachel returned the hug and when Carole released her, embraced Brittany as well. Then the two women took their leave, and left Rachel and her mother alone again.
"That poor woman is going to be crushed when this is all over," Shelby remarked softly.
Rachel shook her head. "I really don't know if I can do this to her."
"You're not to blame for any of this."
Rachel pinned her mother with a sharp gaze. "Am I not? If I hadn't fallen in love with Quinn, Finn might have contented himself with my fortune and left his sister alone!"
"Do you honestly believe that would have been enough to appease Finn's greed?"
Wearily, Rachel shook her head. "I don't know, but at least then I wouldn't be lying to two people who have never been anything but kind to me."
Her mother's gaze narrowed. "Do you want to save Quinn?"
How could she even ask? "Of course I do!"
"Then you must do this in spite of the pain it will cause Carole."
Her mother was right, of course. Rachel might not like the situation, but she would do whatever she had to in order to ensure Quinn's safety.
She glanced at the grandfather clock in the far corner. Only fifteen minutes left.
"They're not going to make it in time," Rachel said, her voice hovering dangerously close to panic.
Crossing the carpet with three impatient strides, her mother took both of Rachel's hands in hers and stared deep into her eyes. "Rachel, you must relax. Bow Street knows where Quinn is. I'm sure they have her now and are on their way here as we speak."
In her heart, Rachel wanted to believe her mother, but she couldn't fight the awful doubt and fear that simmered within her. "And if they aren't?"
Her mother's mouth tightened. "Then right before you are about to take your vows, I will throw myself on the floor and pretend I'm suffering an apoplexy."
Rachel laughed, much of the tension leaving her body with the mental image of her mother pitching her lean body to the floor and pretending to have a seizure in the front of Carole and her family.
"You would do that for me?" Pulling her hands free, Rachel wiped her eyes.
Shelby smiled sadly. "I am not without my share of the blame for this situation going as far as it has. I should have known from the beginning that Finn was unstable, but he played on my greed and my determination that you would marry well. I could never forgive myself if I actually allowed him to hurt you or Lady Brahm. So yes, I will throw myself on the floor and make an idiot of myself if it will keep you out of his clutches."
More tears filled Rachel's eyes, and this time they weren't from laughter. Her throat and chest were tight with emotion.
"Thank you," she whispered, reaching out and squeezing her mother's hand. Her mother nodded, as though she didn't dare speak for fear of making them both burst into tears.
It was five minutes to eleven. Oh, why did time go so fast when she didn't want it to?
"They'll come," her mother said in a firm, yet hoarse voice. "They have to come."
It felt like only seconds had passed when a knock came upon the door. Heart pounding, Rachel stared at her mother as she bade whomever it was to enter. Was it Bow Street? Was it Quinn?
It was a footman. Rachel's heart sank.
"They wanted me to tell you that it's time, Mrs. Berry, Miss Berry," the young man told them.
Oh please, no! She couldn't do this! Her mother met her horrified gaze with a sympathetic one. Turning to the footman, she said, "We will be ready in just a moment."
The footman bowed and left. Shelby took Rachel by the shoulders. "I can't do this, Mama," Rachel whispered.
"You can, and you will. You don't have to say 'I do.' Just go along with everything right up until then." She squeezed. "I will be there with you, ready to humiliate myself if necessary. All right?"
Rachel nodded, drawing a deep breath for strength. Of course she could do this. She had no choice.
"Good." Her mother released her. "I have to go take my seat now. I'll send your father in."
Left in the room by herself, Rachel could fully face her fear. She knew Quinn hadn't meant to jilt her that night. She knew that Quinn had been serious about taking her to Scotland and marrying her, whatever the reasons behind the offer. What she didn't know was if Quinn would still want her.
The letter Finn had shown her was obviously a fake, but Quinn had had plenty of time since then to reconsider her offer. What if she wasn't with the Runners when—if—they stopped the wedding? What if Quinn didn't want to see her? What if it had just been a plan to get her fortune and she didn't care about her at all? What if her kisses—kisses that had turned Rachel's world upside down—had meant nothing to the blonde? Nothing whatsoever.
Marrying Finn was easier to face than the idea that Quinn might not care for her.
Squaring her shoulders, she pushed the awful thought aside. She had to concentrate on the moment, not what might or might not happen. She was not going to marry Finn and she would deal with whatever happened with Quinn afterward. If she thought about it now she would just break down and then Finn might do something that would hurt more than just Quinn or herself.
Her father barely had time to give her a kiss on the cheek before the music started. Poor Papa. He still didn't know what was going on.
Rachel's knees shook as they made the short walk to the drawing room. Everyone turned to watch her as they stepped inside the door. Thankfully there weren't very many people there—Carole, Brittany, Rachel's mother, and a school friend of Finn's. Hardly the big church wedding Finn had originally wanted.
The groom stood near the mantel with the vicar. Anyone who saw him might believe his smile to be one of happiness at the sight of his bride, but Rachel knew better. It was his smug victory smile. He thought he had won, that he had outsmarted them all.
At that moment, Rachel realized that she had never hated anyone in her life as much as she hated Finn Pierce.
Her father walked her right up to Finn and the minister, and then he left her. She wanted to cling to him, beg him not to give her to such a vile man, but she couldn't. As cowardly as she felt, she knew she had to trust that everything would be all right.
"You're lovely," Finn told her, loud enough for everyone to hear. Rachel winced when she heard Carole's happy sigh. How could his mother not see that Finn was putting on an act? He was a remarkable actor.
Unable to stand the sight of her groom any longer, Rachel turned to face the vicar, who took that as his sign to begin the ceremony.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…"
Oh God, she was going to be sick. Sucking deep breaths through her nostrils, Rachel closed her eyes and willed her stomach to stop churning.
It will be all right. It will be all right…Over and over, she repeated the words in her head until her stomach calmed and the hot dizziness swarming in her mind disappeared. It would have been awful if she had cast up the contents of her stomach all over the poor vicar.
Then again, it certainly would have put an end to the ceremony. The thought made her smile—almost.
Oh God, where were the Runners? Why hadn't they arrived? Shouldn't they have been there by now? Had something happened? Something to Quinn?
The room swam around her and she closed her eyes. She concentrated on her breathing. She concentrated on remaining upright. She concentrated on everything but what was going on around her.
How long she stood there, staring at her flowers, she had no idea. She thought of Quinn, of their first kiss, their first dance. She even went so far as to pretend it was her standing beside her and not her lunatic brother.
"…husband?"
Rachel looked up. The vicar was looking at her. Finn was looking at her. She glanced over her shoulder. Everyone was looking at her. She turned back to the vicar. "I beg your pardon?"
The vicar smiled. "I asked, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
No! No, she didn't! "I—"
From behind her, she heard her mother moan. Oh Lord, she really was going to fake a seizure!
"Answer the man," Finn hissed, grabbing her arm in a painful grip. "Say 'I do.'"
"You're hurting me!" Rachel hit him with her bouquet, scratching him with a thorn. He jumped back with a curse. The vicar raised his brows.
"I do not!" she cried as Finn fixed her with a glare of pure hatred. "I wouldn't marry you if you were the last person on earth!"
Carole gasped, her father snorted, and the vicar watched the whole thing with blatant interest.
Fists clenched at his sides, Finn stepped toward her, his face flushed with fury. "You will marry me. You will marry me or your dear Quinn will never make it back to Scotland alive."
Another gasp. Poor Carole.
"Now, see here, young man—" the vicar began.
Finn turned on him. "That's 'my lord' to you. I'm the duke, do you hear me? I'm the Duke of Brahm and I will be treated with all the respect that title demands!"
"You don't deserve the respect that title demands," announced a clear voice from the doorway.
Now it was Rachel's turn to gasp.
It was Quinn.
Happy as she was to see Rachel, it was Finn whom Quinn kept her gaze locked on. Her brother was a powder keg right now, and he looked ready to explode.
"You!" Finn cried in disgust. "What are you doing here?"
Quinn turned to Bowles. "That's him." She watched as the Runners converged on her brother. She knew she should feel something—anger, even sympathy—but she couldn't. All she felt was relief that it was finally over.
"No!" Finn shouted as the Runners tried to surround him. He ran behind the vicar. "You can't do this! I'm the Duke of Brahm!"
Carole stood, her face white with shock. She turned to Quinn. "What's the meaning of this?"
But it was Bowles who answered. "I'm afraid your son kidnapped Her Grace and tried to force her to sign over her title."
Hand pressed to her heart, Carole sank back into her chair. Brittany wrapped her arms around her shoulders. The two of them looked completely shocked.
"Why?" Carole whispered.
Quinn felt the anguish in her voice. Reaching out, she laid a hand on her shoulder. "I'm afraid Finn has amassed some significant debts, Carole," she said in the softest tone she could manage. "He was desperate for money."
Carole paled as she digested the information. Choking on a sob, she turned away, slipping away from Quinn's hand and into the arms of a very confused-looking Brittany.
Finn struggled as two to the Runners grabbed him by the arms and pulled him toward the door. "You can't do this to me!" he cried. "I'm a peer of the realm!"
Stepping to the side, Quinn tried to get out of the way as her brother was dragged forward. Finn dug his heels into the carpet every step of the way, struggling against his captors until his pale blue coat tore and his hair stood on end like a wild man's. He pulled up short in front of Quinn.
"I'm the Duke of Brahm!" he insisted, his brown eyes bright as they met Quinn's. "I have the paper to prove it! It proves you're illegitimate. You signed it!"
Slowly, Quinn shook her head. Pity was an awful thing to feel for one's brother. "You should have paid more attention to that signature, Finn. My last name's Fabray, not Pierce."
Disbelief flickered across Finn's face. "No."
Quinn nodded. "Yes."
"You tricked me!"
Surely Finn couldn't find it that hard to believe? After everything Finn had done, did he truly believe she and Rachel couldn't try to fight back? Did he think they would give up so easily just because he thought the title should be his and not Quinn's? Apparently, yes.
Quinn met her brother's gaze. "Yes, Finn. I tricked you. I am still the Duchess of Brahm, and I always will be." She turned her attention to Bowles. "Please get him out of here."
"No!" Finn cried as the Runners started pulling him again. "No!"
Two other Runners shut the doors as they hauled Finn through it, muffling his angry shouts.
"What's going to happen to him?"
Quinn's heart broke when she looked at Carole. Clinging to Brittany, she looked as fragile as a china doll.
"I'll make certain he gets the help he needs, Carole. He will be looked after." And she meant it. She knew of at least one doctor who might be capable of helping Finn put his mind back to rights. Her brother had been driven to madness by grief and greed. Surely a young man could be brought back from such a thing.
But Quinn had more important things to think about than her brother's sanity.
Rachel still stood near the back of the room, clutching a bent and broken bouquet of white and yellow roses. She was the most beautiful thing Quinn had ever seen in her long white gown with her hair and lace veil cascading down her back. Rachel stared at her with big brown eyes brimming with tears, and suddenly her own eyes felt as though they were burning.
She had worried that she would never see Rachel again. Quinn had been terrified that she had lost her forever. And now all she could do was stand there and stare at her like an idiot gazing upon a goddess.
"Quinn." Rachel's voice was choked with emotion. "You came."
The next thing she knew, Quinn was standing in front of her. How she had crossed the room that quickly she had no idea, and she didn't care. Sweeping the brunette off of her feet, Quinn crushed her against her chest, twirling her around in a circle as she kissed her like a thirsty woman given a drink of water.
"Of course I came," she murmured against Rachel's lips, reluctant to stop kissing her. "I couldn't let you marry Finn, could I?"
"What the devil is going on here?" she hear Rachel's father demand.
Chuckling, Quinn set Rachel back on her feet, and turned to face both of their families. "I'm in love with your daughter, Mr. Berry, and with your permission, I would like to marry her."
Rachel's mother clapped her hands in glee. Even Carole and Brittany managed to look happy for them, despite their shock over Finn.
Mr. Berry definitely looked confused, but he shrugged. "Certainly, my lady. Certainly."
Quinn turned back to Rachel. Her smile was hesitant. "You're not just doing this for the money to repair your castle, are you?"
If Rachel had slapped her she wouldn't have been more shocked. "You think I just want your money?" She couldn't keep the incredulity from her voice.
A dark blush crept up the brunette's cheeks. "You said you needed a lot of money."
Quinn stared deep into her eyes and saw the insecurity there. What had Finn told her? She tried not to be hurt by Rachel's doubt. After all, the blonde had doubted her as well.
"I have a lot of money," Quinn informed her. "I have all the money I need. Rachel, I love you."
Tears filled her eyes. "Do you mean it?"
Quinn nodded, a slow smile curving her lips. "Marry me?" she asked, running the tip of one finger down the curve of her tan cheek.
Rachel nodded, a tear trickling down the same cheek. "I'd love to."
Rachel turned to the old man beside her. "Vicar? Would you marry us?"
The vicar nodded, seemingly unbothered by the morning's events. "Certainly."
Still Quinn protested. "Now?"
Rachel's smile grew. "Right now! I'm not letting you out of my sight until we're married."
Quinn laughed at her eagerness. It warmed her heart to know that Rachel was as eager as she was to become her wife. "But we don't even have a license."
"Yes we do," Rachel informed her. "Finn purchased a special license several days ago. It would be a shame to let all that money go to waste when we can use it."
Quinn couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up in her throat. A special license allowed people who could afford them to marry quickly. They were very costly. What fitting revenge on her brother than to marry Finn's intended with his own special license! There was a certain justice to it. He hadn't even filled in the names.
"All right," she giggled, finally giving in. "I will marry you right now."
Stepping up beside her love, Quinn took both of her smaller hands in her own. Staring deep into her eyes, Quinn saw all of the love she felt for the brunette reflected back at her in the chocolate-brown depths. Rachel hadn't told her she loved her yet, but Quinn didn't need to hear the words to know how she felt.
"Would you like me to start the ceremony again or just skip to the good part?" the vicar asked cheerfully.
Quinn and Rachel both burst out laughing. "Just skip to the good part," they said in unison, causing another round of laughter between the two brides. Once their laughter died down, the vicar began.
"Do you, Rachel Barbra Berry, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Rachel grinned. "I do."
"And do you—" The vicar paused. "What is your name, young lady?"
Quinn glanced at him, hating to take her eyes off of Rachel for even a second. "Quinn Lucinda Fabray."
"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"Oh, yes," she replied, both breathless and determined.
The vicar shrugged. "Then I now pronounce you married. You may kiss the bride."
And they did. Thoroughly, deeply, and with all the love in their hearts, until the vicar cleared his throat and brought them back to earth.
Three hours later, after a thorough washing up on Quinn's part, a leisurely breakfast, and much explaining to Carole, Brittany, and Mr. Berry about what had happened, Rachel and Quinn once again prepared to leave for Scotland. This time, however, there was no one to stop them.
Quinn's trunk, which the Runners had found in the abandoned store, was loaded onto the carriage along with Rachel's. The rest of her belongings would be packed and sent on later in the week.
They said their good-byes somewhat tearfully. Both of Rachel's parents cried as they kissed their only daughter good-bye. Mr. Berry gave Quinn a light hug and Mrs. Berry crushed her against her bosom with a rib-cracking hug that surprised Quinn almost as much as it surprised Rachel.
"You take care of my little girl," she insisted tearfully.
Quinn nodded, her breath coming in painful gasps. "I will do my best, ma'am. I promise."
But it was Carole and Brittany whom she hated to leave. With Finn gone they had only each other, and she feared losing both her father and brother might be too much for either of them.
She had underestimated their strength.
Brittany hugged and kissed her and made her promise to come back to visit soon. Then she moved on to say good-bye to Rachel.
Carole took Quinn's hands in hers and kissed her cheek. Her eyes shone with tears but she held them at bay.
"I'm so sorry for what happened, Quinn."
Quinn squeezed her fingers. "You're not to blame for any of it. I don't want to hear you say you are." She smiled. "Write to me and let me know how he is doing. He will need you once he comes to his senses. He will need you to forgive him."
They had dragged their good-byes out long enough. After a few final hugs, a footman held the carriage door open while Rachel and Quinn climbed in side. They waved from the window as they rolled down the lane and, finally, out of sight.
Quinn wrapped her arm around her wife's—her wife's!—shoulders as the brunette snuggled against her.
"It's nice to sit beside each other and not care if anyone sees," she said.
Quinn giggled. "Yes, it is."
Rachel gazed up at her, her head tucked against the blonde's shoulder. "I was so scared I would never be with you again."
Quinn's smile faded as her throat tightened. "I know." She squeezed Rachel's shoulders, suddenly needing to lighten the mood. She didn't want to think about what could have happened. All she wanted to think about was their present—and their future.
"You haven't told me you love me yet," she remarked, teasing the brunette.
Rachel's eyes widened. "Of course I love you! I married you, didn't I?"
She grinned. "You did. And rather forcefully I might add."
Rachel blushed. How Quinn loved her blushes!
"Are you happy?" Rachel asked. At the blonde's nod, she continued, "Are you sure we don't need my dowry to fix the castle? I don't mind if you want to use it for something that will make you so happy. Our home is worth every penny."
Quinn smiled. Already she was saying things like "we" and "our." She loved it.
"The money is a godsend," she replied, slipping a finger beneath Rachel's chin. Quinn tipped her face up as she lovingly lowered hers. "But all I want—all I've ever wanted, my sweet, wonderful Rachel—is you."
And as the smile lit her face, Quinn touched her lips to her love's and gave herself up to the first of a whole lifetime of kisses.
A/N: And there you have it :) Finn got what was coming to him (although I suspect not quite like what some of you may have wanted hehe) and our heroines are going to live happily ever after. Awwww ;)
Anywho, if any of you are planning on leaving a review/comment/pm wanting an epilogue or sequel, rest assured. I am planning on a sequel (of sorts) for this story. However! It will be 98% Brittana and 2% Faberry. So, while you will (if you want to muddle through Brittana, if you're not partial to that pairing) see what happens after Quinn and Rachel return to Scotland, the focus will be on Brittana and their story.
Also! Since I've recently been extremely obsessed with Faberry, I will be starting another Faberry story. I have a few ideas for stories, and um...I thought if you guys wanted, you could vote on which one you would like to see next? If you want. If not, I am fully capable of choosing which idea to start with myself and it wouldn't hurt my feelings any. But anyway, here goes:
1. A historical story set in Louisiana in the mid 1800s. Rachel is a Cajun and Quinn is the daughter of a plantation owner.
2. Quinn is the daughter of an Earl and Rachel is a thief who Quinn captures and puts to good use, set in 1202 in England.
3. Rachel is an heiress who is used to being in control and butting into everyone else's business, but is sent to England to be married, and Quinn is a raffish ship captain who will not leave well enough alone, set in 1810.
5. Quinn is an undercover FBI agent sent in to extract agent Rachel Berry from deep cover. Everything seems to have gone perfectly. Until their identities are compromised. Set, obviously, in modern day USA.
6. Quinn is a private investigator and Rachel is an unscrupulous TV reporter. The two women butt heads when a toddler is found trapped, neither of them knowing what lies ahead. Also obviously set in modern day USA.