Rachel frowned as she stared at Quinn who was sitting outside her doorway. It was rather unusual; Quinn generally showed up when she knew that someone would be at home. Quinn didn't wait and if she was forced to do so there was generally yelling involved. "You missed opening night," it's petty. She knows it is, especially since she had broken up with Quinn, but she had hoped that it would spark something in Quinn.

Quinn looks up at Rachel and bites her lip, it was technically classified but it wasn't as if Rachel was going to tell the news about it. "Our base was attacked, and sustained heavy damages. Finn's injured in the hospital, we were on lockdown for a few days. I wanted to come, I was running a bit late—but I had every intention of coming."

"Attacked—are you—"

"I'm fine, I got knocked out by a magic-touched. But all she did was touch my forehead Rachel, I was under observation," Quinn says waving her hand to dismiss any of Rachel's valid concerns. "I'm fine. No one died, which is a miracle."

Rachel swallowed and looked around for a moment realizing that this conversation would be better in the privacy of her apartment she motions for Quinn to move so she can unlock her door. She motions for Quinn to follow her and they enter her apartment. "I don't understand, who attacks a Templar base—and I don't understand why you needed to come all the way here to tell me that."

Quinn flops onto Rachel's couch and closes her eyes, "Because the person who attacked the base was my sister."

"You don't have a sister—" Rachel began to point out only for Quinn to give her a look. "Quinn, you don't have a sister."

"Surprise," Quinn said bitterly. "My mom gave birth to two children, on the same day, with the same face. I have an identical twin who is magic-touched."

Rachel hesitates for a moment before placing a hand on Quinn's forehead to make sure she wasn't delirious or running a fever. "Quinn you're not making any sense. You don't have a sister."

Quinn took a shaky breath, she could understand Rachel's disbelief. She wasn't sure she believed it herself, even with the videos and the documentation. But it was the truth, "Her name is Charlotte—Charlie. She's younger than me by a good ten minutes or so. From what my grandfather said we were always together and then when she was three, she presented as magic-touched."

"The Templar stance on magic-touched—" Rachel swallowed and patted Quinn's knee gently.

"My grandfather is on the council he fought for her to be the first, so that the Templars could modernize, she'd still need to be taken away and trained but I would still be able to see her. We'd still grow up with one another. We'd be partners—that's how he envisioned it. That idea was rejected, and my father chose to separate us. The reason why I can't remember her is partly because of our ages, and partly because he used memory magic on me to make me forget her. He took her from me and gave her to the Templars, who trained her to be an asset." Quinn turned to look at Rachel who still had a look of disbelief on her face. "Rachel. I saw her, we came face to face. Whether or not you believe the story, or how unbelievable it sounds, it happened."

"I'm sorry Quinn, but I don't understand how a parent, any parent could selectively choose to erase the memory of a sibling. It baffles my mind, I know you said your father is a hard man but—doing that—" Rachel trails off. "You don't need questions right now, and I assure you I have a million of them. Are you okay?"

"Physically? I'm doing about the same. Emotionally on the other hand?" Quinn closes her eyes for a moment and then sighs. "I should have picked a better week to start coming out."

Rachel's head immediately turns so she can look at Quinn, "What?"

"It made sense at the time, my family had it's secrets. Secrets ruined my family, I shouldn't have any secrets. So, I came out to Finn. He didn't take it well, it didn't help that I got annoyed with him and said some terrible things to him. I need to apologize, probably."

"Quinn—" Rachel sighs, "While I wanted you to break up with Finn, I don't think this is how I imagined you doing it." Rachel frowns. She didn't want to get into this topic with Quinn, not now and not while her life and everything she knew to be true was blowing up. "What are you going to do? About all this."

"I finished filling out my transfer papers, I'll hand them in by the end of the week," Quinn replied with a shrug. "My grandfather said he'd fast-track my career. The pay is better in Europe too."

"You're going to Europe?" Rachel repeated.

"London or German Branch. Or to the California Branch—basically not anywhere where my father has reach." Quinn sighed.

Rachel resists the urge to remind Quinn that she was here, she was in New York but instead she chooses to focus on something else. "What about your sister? Don't you want to find her?" Rachel pauses and her eyes widen slightly, Santana. "That bitch," Rachel mumbles under her breath.

Quinn blinked, "What? Look, Charlie is relatively innocent, she was raised in a cell for most of her life her only interactions were with her trainers, with very little contact. They weren't kind to her Rachel."

"I imagine they weren't, but I wasn't talking about your sister Quinn, I was talking about Santana."

"Who the fuck is Santana?" Quinn said narrowing her eyes. "What does she have to do with this?"

Rachel bit her lip for a moment, Quinn was a Templar—Santana was magic-touched. "An old—friend that stopped by and started asking questions that at the time didn't make any sense. She asked to see a picture of you, and I thought it was her being anti-Templar again. I didn't give her any information." Rachel takes a breath. "I think I might know where she is. Or where you can find information, but you need to promise me that nothing will happen to Santana or anyone else."

"You know where my sister is?" Quinn asked.

"I might, I make no promises but it is a promising lead because Santana is a bit of a leader, and she's nosy. So even if she's not there she'll probably know where Charlie is or she'll know the person to talk to. But only if you promise to leave her and her friends alone. They aren't hurting anyone, and she owns a bar—"

Quinn gets up immediately. "I need to meet her Rachel, I don't actually give a shit about the data they stole. It's encrypted it'll take them some time to break into it. So where can I find her?"

"There's a bar—Lost Saint's, that's Santana's bar."

Quinn's brow furrows slightly, she'd been there before with Finn. "I've got to go."

"Now? Quinn—" Rachel begins only for Quinn to pull away and pull out her phone, so she can text Sam. "Quinn, I mean it I'll never forgive you if—"

"I just want Charlie, Rachel. I don't care if this Santana person was the mastermind behind all of it, I just want to find my sister."

Rachel sighed, "Just—keep my name out of your mouth, Santana can be—vindictive."

~ O ~

"How did you get this tip? This area isn't even known for harboring magic-touched. It's a decent area." Sam frowned, it looked like a bar he'd enjoy going too.

"I got a tip," Quinn said as she studied the building. She had been here with Finn before, and it was quite possible that she had just missed Charlie by a few hours. "Look, this is a commercial area, and we can't go around shooting anyone. We want her to trust us and to come with us."

Sam frowned, "You do remember that she attacked us, right? I'm not saying we go in hot looking for her but we do need to be prepared that she will attack us again. Well you—she may attack you."

"She won't, she didn't last time. She was just confused, like I was. This whole thing is unreal, and I just want to talk with her. Let me do all the talking," Quinn insists. "That's if she's even here, Rachel said that this Santana person might know where to find her."

"Fine, but if she is here and she makes any weird movements—" Sam trails off when he realizes that Quinn is making her way towards the bar. He frowns, they hadn't talked much at all since she had found out. He had seen her filling out the transfer request. They would need to talk about it, perhaps after they had brought Charlie in. Quinn's sudden stop as they enter the building causes him to collide into her back, and he looks up to see Charlie behind the bar counting her tips. He had expected to find her, but he had never thought it would be so quick.

"Welcome to Lost—" Charlie began as she swept her tip away and looked up at the new customers. It had been a slow evening today, but Wednesdays were generally slow until later. She tilts her head ever so slightly when she spots the person who had her face. "It's you," she said simply suddenly teleporting in front of Quinn and reaching for her face.

Sam immediately pulled his weapon and pointed at Charlie, partly freaked out at how quickly she had closed the gap between them. "Easy there, you need to back up, now."

Quinn turned to Sam, "What are you—" The gun in Sam's hand disappeared, and she turns to see that Charlie was back at the bar, and was taking apart the gun with an almost military speed and precision. She leaves the five parts on the bar and teleports back and places her hand on Sam's chest, before anyone could react. And just like that Sam disappears and crashes onto the ground a few feet away. It's then when her training kicks in and she takes a swing at Charlie, she feels the sharp pinching sensation in her shoulder and she grimaces as Charlie manages to teleport out of the way.

Sam groans and rolls up, and moves to tackle Charlie who teleports to his side, her foot slamming onto his, pinning his foot as she grabs his outstretched hand and uses his momentum to send him flying into one of the tables. His face hits the edge and pain explodes through his face as he drops like rock, clutching his face.

Quinn watches as Charlie starts to bounce on the balls of her feet and shakes her shoulders out before turning to her. It was clear from her posture that she was ready to fight, but there was a pleased smile on her face that had never appeared on her face while she was with the Templars. If she didn't know better, she would think that Charlie was having fun. She unzips her hoodie and glances over at one of the chairs and drags it in front of her. "Look, I didn't come here to—" Quinn begins holding out her hand but Charlie immediately teleports causing her to quickly move to spin the chair around so it's behind her and as Charlie appears, she puts her foot on the chair and kicks it back so it slams into Charlie's legs.

Charlie uses the momentum as she pitches forward to teleport and vault over the chair stretching out her leg and bringing it down on Quinn.

Despite the annoying nagging pain in her shoulder Quinn brings her hand up to catch the heavy kick. She can feel the power behind it throughout her body but before she can react Charlie teleports again and appears behind her. "Shit," Quinn frowns as she swings her foot back slamming it into Charlie's shin, just as Charlie slaps her shoulder. Suddenly she's in the air and crashes into one of the tables, the sudden impact winding her.

Charlie puffs out her cheeks and moves towards Quinn who had rolled off the table and was attempting to catch her breath. Before she can even say anything, Quinn grabs her by the front of her shirt and attempts to throw her, but at the last moment Charlie teleports both of them. The sudden movement is slightly disorientating but they crash against front of the bar. Charlie scowls and slams her hand onto Quinn's face, holding it tightly. "I win." She announces loudly.

Quinn scoffed, despite the fact that Charlie's hand was currently on her face, and she could feel a warmth on it. She presses the barrel of her gun into Charlie's stomach, "You sure about that?" Quinn smirks when Charlie glances down at the gun a frown on her face. Before Charlie can make a decision, she pulls the trigger.