Charlie glanced down the hall, making sure that the door to Santana's room was still shut, which meant that she was probably asleep. It made sense, it was only nine in the morning. Closing the door to her room gently, she makes her way to the kitchen and pulls out her phone, so she can check the information she had typed into her phone. She grabs her shoes and slips them on and is about to teleport out of the apartment, but stops hesitating slightly.

Doing that would wake Santana up, which defeated the purpose of her sneaking. Plus, she didn't want Santana to wake up, Santana got grumpy when she didn't get enough sleep. She opens the door and walks out, closing it gently and locking the door before heading down the steps.

Cutting through the alleyway and avoiding the kitchen which was open Charlie slips on her hood and slides her hand into her pockets as she walks down the street. She turns the corner quickly before spotting a sleek black SUV, with Sebastian standing outside of it. She stops a few feet away from him and pulls off her hood.

"Charlie," Sebastian said, pushing himself off the SUV and holding his arms out for her, he pauses when she takes a step back and frowns at him. "Look, I know that this might not feel right—going behind Santana's back. But you don't have to sign anything, you're just here to take a look at our facilities and listen to what we plan to do. If you don't like it—free lunch, a new adventure. No one is going to be upset with you."

Charlie tilted her head slightly for a moment, it wasn't too late to just go home. But if Quinn had found her so quickly it wouldn't be long until the other Templar's found her, and the gun went off yesterday—she didn't want Santana or Mike, or even any of the staff to get hurt because of her. "Did you mean what you said?"

"About what?" Sebastian asked as he nodded at his driver.

"That Titan Industries had enough clout to keep the Templar's away from me?" Charlie said, narrowing her eyes slightly. Santana had said not to really trust him, and while she had no idea how to check if he was telling the truth—he seemed to be earnest in wanting her to work for him.

Sebastian's nose flared for a moment, it would be so easy to lie to her. She wouldn't know better but Santana was his friend, and occasional fuck buddy when they were both bored. And she seemed to care about Charlie in a way that he didn't quite understand. "In this climate, I'd like to tell you that we'll back you. The truth is the more useful you are—the more money you make us, the more good publicity you bring us—well the company will definitely protect you as an asset."

Charlie nods at this information, putting it away for now. She looks out the window and watches as the other cars and buildings pass her. "What is my job?"

Sebastian smiled at her, "I think I would prefer to let you see what we're trying to do. But I'll try to answer your question in a way that you can understand. What do you know about defense contractors?" Charlie shrugs at his question and he crosses his leg. "Well basically a defense contractor, is a company or organization that provides security or products to a military or intelligence department of a government."

"I don't want to kill people," Charlie said immediately. Santana wouldn't like that, and she was sure that she'd be yelled at. It wasn't as if she personally had a problem with killing, but Santana had strong opinions about it.

"That's not what Titan Industries wants to do, there are other companies that exploit Magic-touched individuals and use them to fight in proxy wars, it's all rather complicated. What Titan industries wants to do is change the perception of magic-touched individuals. This world needs magic-touched individuals Charlie, not only because there is a hidden market for people magical abilities. Like I said many of the Asian countries have figured this out. While being magic-touched isn't necessarily illegal here in the States, people don't see you as human, and it forces people like you into bad situations. You're lucky that Santana is the one that found you. There are criminals who would have used your abilities and that negative press isn't what we need right now."

Charlie frowned, he was using so many words and he still hadn't answered her question. "What will I be doing?"

"Saving people. There is so much good you can do, places you can go that will take us days to get too. Disaster zones for example, someone who can teleport like you can, is practically invaluable."

"How did you know I can teleport?" Charlie asked frowning.

"I want to hire you, honestly I'm surprised that the Templar's haven't found you—no that's not true they've always been inept, it's not actually that surprising. But you've used your powers at Santana's bar. I was hoping that you would call, though I expected Santana to finally admit that she couldn't handle the situation if the Templar's found you. I'm glad that you came to me on your own."

Charlie shift sin her seat and turns her attention back to look out the window, glad that he didn't have any idea what she could do. If all he wanted was a teleporter than she could do that. And helping people was something that Santana couldn't get to mad at her about.

~ O ~

"Careful," Santana says when Charlie nearly drops her third glass of the evening. "Next one comes out of your paycheck," she snapped, not really meaning it.

Charlie blinked and turned to look at Santana for a moment, looking at the beer glass she had nearly dropped. "Sorry," she mumbles, and quickly moves to clean up some of the spilt beer.

Santana narrowed her eyes, Charlie had been acting weird ever since Quinn had shown up at her bar. She sighs wondering what to do for a moment, she couldn't just tell Charlie to take the night off. Charlie probably wouldn't listen and stay anyway. She still wasn't sure how to handle the situation, but they couldn't just pretend that it didn't happen. Well—they could pretend that it never happened, which was what they were currently doing, but they needed to talk about it. "Are you thinking about your—twin?" Santana asks. "Do you want to—I don't know get to know her?"

Charlie frowned and shook her head. "I have these—images—in my head of the two of us together." She admits and then shrugs. "It seems really strange and I don't think I like her. She shot me."

Santana snorted at this, it was said so matter of fact and it was a valid point. "How's your stomach?"

Charlie rubs her stomach where Quinn had shot her for a moment, "It's fine."

Santana nods, "Well pay attention then. It's not like you to break shit."

Charlie nods and moves to a customer, trying to think of all the things she'd seen today. Search and rescue. It didn't sound that bad and teleporting was something Santana had given her the okay on. She probably wouldn't get famous and it seemed like a lot of money. Money that Sebastian said he'd make sure was managed properly. But it would mean leaving Lost Saint's and Santana and Mike and everyone else.

It was scary. Change was scary, but so was the idea of Santana getting hurt because of her. Her presence wasn't good for Santana, she would bring Templar's and if Quinn could find her, others would be able to as well. And they might hurt Santana to get to her, and she wasn't sure if she would be able to not kill anyone if that was the case. Leaving was the only choice that she had. But she really wanted to stay with Santana.

"Charlie!"

Charlie winces and glances at the overflowing beer that was now running over hands. She'd poured too much. "Sorry—" she begins.

Santana pinched the bridge of her nose. "You're done for the night." She said firmly.

Charlie looks ready to argue for a moment, before finally nodding and tossing the towel on her shoulder onto the bar and leaving, heading to the kitchen, and turning to look at the busy kitchen for a moment, she spots Mike working quietly and huffs once more before teleporting to her room.

~ O ~

Santana sighed as she dragged the garbage to the dumpster, grumbling. This was something Charlie normally did without a complaint, but she had dismissed her for the night. She could simply tell that Charlie wasn't mentally there enough to be working today. She'd been acting weird for the past few days, and she needed a plan to talk to Charlie about her thoughts.

It had taken time for Charlie to break past the Templar's abuse, but this was a new set of emotions that she probably hadn't dealt with. Maybe she would need take Charlie to see someone—Brittany had suggested it but seeing a counsellor was expensive. She sighed, and finishes locking up and heads upstairs opening the door to her apartment, and frowning at how dark the place was. She half expected Charlie to be watching television.

But all the lights were off, she quickly turns on the kitchen light, "Charlie?" She calls out, glancing down the hall and pausing when she spots that Charlie's door is open. It was never open when Charlie was around. It didn't sound like Charlie was taking a shower either. She moves to check on Charlie's room knocking the door, and flipping the lights. "Charlie?"

Charlie's bed had been made with military precision, and all the things that she had bought for her were laid out neatly on her desk. A yellow sticky-note was laid out neatly on top of the phone. She hesitates for a moment before she moves to get the note. She already has a bad feeling about this. It's only there when she sees the cash neatly laid out on the desk. She picks up the note.

Thank you everything you've done for me. But I need to go before the Templar's find me and they destroy what you've built here. Charlie.

Santana stared at the note for a moment, her eyes widening. The shock dissipates rather quickly as she crumples up the note. "Fucking hell. Of all the bullshit that she pulls—" Santana frowns. She couldn't have gone that far—and she really didn't know that many people. She could only hope that Charlie had the good sense to stay the fuck away from the Templar's. She hadn't seen this coming at all. She would check with Mike first and then the rest of the staff to see if Charlie was with them.