It was curiosity. That was the story she was sticking with, she was simply curious. Which was why she was in front of what appeared to be a relatively expensive looking apartment building making sure that she had the correct address. A doorman and what appeared to be a concierge of sorts, this building was way out of her price range which could only mean that it was Sebastian's doing.

She really should have called. Instead of simply just showing up, but it was better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission, and Brittany had said that Charlie was on some sort of forced vacation, which if history was any indication meant that she was very bored, and things got broken because Charlie was attempting to figure out how they worked. She was really doing everyone a favor by showing up to keep Charlie from doing something silly and destructive. Still—it felt weird just dropping in especially after their last meeting. Especially since she hadn't forgiven Charlie for just up and leaving yet, even if it was nice to see that she had done well for herself.

She adjusts the paper bag in her hands and heads to the front door, only for the doorman to immediately stop her, causing her to narrow her eyes sharply, she wasn't used to anyone telling her what to do. "I'm here to see Charlie."

"Is she expecting you?"

The man's tone was gruff, and already Santana could feel her patience wearing thin. Today wasn't the day to pick a fight. "No, but she'll be happy to see me."

"We're under strict instructions—"

Santana raised a brow, the irritated look on her face must have caused him to rethink his next words. "How about you call up and ask her if she wants to meet me instead of making a dumb fucking assumption. Tell her it's Santana."

The man hesitates once more, there were strict orders, people had found the last place Charlie had been in. If they found it again, he would be fired. He frowns and heads inside to talk the concierge on duty.

Santana took a breath, he had just been doing his job, and now that she was slightly calmer, she knew she should be worried about the heightened security. Charlie wasn't the only one living in that building, and she doubted all the other tenants wanted their guests harassed, which meant that there may have been an incident.

"Santana?"

Santana jumped back and looked at Charlie who had just appeared beside her, "Fuck, Charlie. What the fuck have I told you about just randomly appearing? It's creepy and it's going to give me a heart attack." Santana bitched fixing a look at Charlie who immediately took a few steps back herself. Taking a deep breath, she holds out the paper bag for Charlie. "Don't think I'm not upset with you, but I brought this for you." Santana said with a shrug.

Charlie looks at the bag for a moment, before turning to the doorman. "Brad this is Santana, she's my friend." With that Charlie turned back to Santana and looked at the bag once more before reaching for it and grabbing it. "Did you make it?"

"No," Santana lied. Charlie makes a face but doesn't complain at this fact and instead reaches for her hand. Immediately she pulls it away from Charlie before she found herself with vertigo in a strange new place. "No. I'm not teleporting, we can walk up to your apartment Charlie."

"But—" Charlie shifted when Santana gave her a look, she wasn't being fair, but after a moment she makes her way to the elevators with Santana following behind her. She's unsure of what to say for a moment as the elevator doors open and they get on. She shifts uncomfortably for a moment before looking at Santana, "I'm glad you came."

Santana shrugged, "I wasn't sure if this was the right place. I didn't picture you'd be in a building like this."

"I wasn't. Titan is paying for it, they said I needed a place with better security after there was an—incident."

Santana narrowed her eyes, "Incident?"

"Templars, at least that's what Sebastian thinks. Titan says I'm an investment, and they moved me here. I don't spend a lot of time at home."

"Right," Santana said tersely. She was off saving the world and doing stupid shit, with her abilities. "How many days were you out of it this time?"

"Two."

Santana hesitates, "Really just—"

"Weeks. Two weeks. Titan has me doing all this press, because they don't want me to do it again and they want to give my body time to rest." Charlie admits she was on light exercise and demonstrations, she hadn't been put in another similar situation as the tsunami. "This is my first vacation and Sebastian has banned me from using any Titan facility."

Santana adjusted her jaw as the door to the elevator door opened, well at least Titan was being semi-responsible even if she assumed that it was only so that they could protect their investment. She follows Charlie to her door and watches as Charlie disappears into her apartment and she hears the door being opened. It takes a moment or two, but the door swings open with Charlie standing at the doorway. "And what have you been doing these past two weeks, you've never liked not doing something."

Charlie hesitates for a moment before stepping aside, so Santana can enter. "Psych evaluations, mostly. Since I'm not in the field anymore and I don't have an excuse, Sebastian said that I have to see my counsellor and my therapist every other day or I won't get to go back out into the field."

Santana blinked, she hadn't expected Sebastian to actually be taking care of Charlie, if she could have afforded to have Charlie see the best people for her mental health, she would have insisted on that, perhaps joining Titan was for the best. She's about to press on the issue when she finally takes in Charlie's practically bare apartment. "Where is your stuff?"

Charlie makes a face, that's what Sebastian said. "It's fine—I have a couch and a television, it's really big and I have dishes, and I have a bed and a bathroom. I go to the library that we used to go to and pick up more books when I want to read."

For a rather high-end place, Charlie had no decorations. There wasn't even a plant, or anything, there was just a couch in the living room, and a coffee table in front of a large television. The walls were plain white, and the floors were a cold marble. It felt so impersonal, she bites her lip slightly. "You had more stuff at my place."

"It was my home," Charlie mumbles before heading to the couch and patting it. "It's comfy at least. Even if Sebastian thinks it's ugly."

"Another thing we agree on," Santana muttered under her breath as she looked at the out of place brown leather couch. It looked surprisingly worn, which probably meant that Charlie had picked it out second hand. She hesitates for a moment, it looked like something could slither out of there. This hadn't been her smartest idea, it was as if there was this invisible barrier between her and Charlie it had been easier than this once, she was certain of it. "Charlie, I came to check on you and bring you some food. I'm glad to see you're getting the help that you need, but this isn't—" Santana makes a face and shakes her head. "I'm still angry at you for leaving without saying goodbye."

Charlie's shoulder slump a bit, "I wanted to come back," she says after a moment. "I should have made Sebastian tell you I was okay but—"

"But?"

Charlie puffed out her cheeks, "You're scary when you're mad at people."

"I've been angry with you before," Santana points out. She made an effort not to scream and yell at Charlie or throw things at her. Or threaten her. Truthfully, she was uncharacteristically patient with Charlie. "Did Sebastian teach you how to lie? You're terrible at it."

"It's not a lie." Charlie said a bit forcefully. She meets Santana's gaze for a moment before looking away. "It's just not the entire truth."

"And what is the truth, why did you leave?" Santana demanded feeling her own anger bubbling up, and the hurt.

"Because, I didn't want you to convince me to stay. I didn't tell you because you're the only person who could convince me to stay, and I didn't want to—I'd never forgive myself if you got hurt Santana. So, I left, and I didn't talk to you because I knew it would be a bad idea. I came back because I really wanted to come home."

It wasn't exactly the best answer that Charlie could have given, "I wouldn't have made you stay, I was worried that the Templars had you. If you wanted to work with Titan then I would have supported you. I mean I think Titan is just using you in the way the Templars would have used you, but at least they pay and they don't torture you, or treat you like you're some freak." Santana took a seat beside Charlie on the couch, Charlie was at least right about something the couch was rather comfortable. She glances around for a moment, "Look, we can order a few things and this place won't look so empty a nightstand, maybe a plant—some pictures."

"There will be another incident, and then I'll have to move again. I have to teleport everywhere, so people won't guess where I live and start camping out again. There have been a lot of incidents in the past six months, that's why Sebastian is making me see people, but we don't talk about what's going on now, we talk about what happened. People touch me and they grab me and I really don't like taking photos with people, but if I don't, they write mean things about me. So, the next time someone finds me, I have to move."

Santana nods, Charlie usually went along with things without some opinion or other things, so the fact that Charlie had developed an opinion was a good thing "So this is to make sure you can move easily," Charlie nodded. Santana rolled her eyes and sighed, "I mean this isn't much of a home but you need to feel safe wherever you are."

"I am safe, I can make most things disappear." Charlie smiled, as if she was quite pleased with herself. "They end up in the Hudson River."

Santana blinked, that was miles away from here, Charlie's teleporting abilities had always been miles ahead of Mike's once she learned how to control it, but the distance still surprised her. It was possible that Charlie had a greater range than she had explored before. Still she was a bit in the dark, and while she was sort of glad that Charlie had experienced things on her own, Charlie hadn't lashed out at anyone even working at her bar like that. She probably didn't enjoy the grabbing but dumping someone in the Hudson River was a massive escalation. "What happened?"

"It was a date, according to Sebastian. I got asked on a date, but I thought he was just buying me dinner. He seemed nice about it and we talked and I like food—"

"I thought we talked about going to strange places because someone offered you food. In fact, I'm pretty sure we had that conversation soon after you moved in," Santana interrupts. It was one of their first conversations, especially since Charlie had decided to stay with her.

"But I know Ryder, you said not to go to dinner with strangers. Ryder is on my team."

"Which makes it infinitely worse—" Santana began before taking a breath.

Charlie shrugged, it was a misunderstanding and Sebastian had stepped in, she had no idea what he had said to Ryder but he had remained relatively friendly. "He was nice."

"Nice people don't generally trigger your defense mechanism, what did he do to end up in the Hudson River?"

"He tried to kiss me. It caught me off-guard, and I panicked."

"And you thought the appropriate response was to throw him in the river?" Santana bit her lip and shook her head trying not to laugh out loud.

"I panicked, and then Sebastian made his boyfriend give me the 'talk'. I know what sex is." When Santana lets out a laugh Charlie turns to look at her and puffs out her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, you're just so—innocent. I can't—"

"I know what sex is, and I've done it before."

"Sure, you have Charlie," Santana said shaking her head, she reaches to pat Charlie's leg. "Did he bother you again?"

"No, I think Ryder's scared of me."

Santana snorted at this, "Good." There's a moment of silence and Santana looks around Charlie's depressing place for a moment, "We need to buy you some new furniture Charlie, this place is depressing."

"All the furniture I like is back at your place," Charlie said with a shrug.

"I'm not giving you my furniture Charlie, I can order a few things that might look good in this place for you," Santana tilts her head slightly, "but you're paying for it. I mean you're probably making more money than I am right?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" Santana blinked. "How could you not know?"

"Sebastian does all that stuff for me, taxes, charity, I don't know all that stuff. I don't know how much money I make."

Santana twitched, "Charlie, for the last time you can't trust Sebastian. Even if I get not wanting to do your own taxes, you shouldn't just give Sebastian that much control over your finances, what happens if you want to buy something?"

Charlie crinkles her nose and her wallet appears in her hand and she pulls out a credit card. "I use this."

"Credit? Do you understand what a credit—" Santana closes her eyes and sighs, Charlie had never been good with money. She had just become passable before she had up and left.

"I know it's not my money and that they put interest on it, but it gets paid. Sebastian makes sure it gets paid, he wants me to focus on three things, my job, my fitness, and my therapy. He takes care of all the things that take away from that."

"But you don't know how much you make a year?" Santana sighs when Charlie shrugs. She closes her eyes for a moment, "Okay. You're going to call Sebastian and he's going to let me take a look at your account. I don't know how you even have an account—"

"Titan and Sebastian—"

"Yes, I figure. Sebastian. But you don't know if he's cheating you or skimming off the top. I don't trust him, I mean I'm not asking for access, just so I can see—"

"Okay. I trust you."

"You shouldn't trust anyone so easily Charlie, even though you're not the same person you were when I found you—there is still a lot of stuff that you don't know and people could take advantage of you. I mean I might do it inadvertently." Santana sighed, it seemed so cynical for her to say that Charlie shouldn't trust a soul, but Charlie had gotten lucky. That luck wouldn't last.

"I trust you." Charlie repeated slowly looking at Santana.

"Charlie I—" Santana began ready to give Charlie a quick reminder.

"You were the first person who was kind to me Santana. You are everything to me. And I would do anything for you."

Santana looks away for a moment, "Any person would have done what I did," she said after a moment. When had Charlie's eyes become that piercing? "Anyway, let's go back to the bar and we'll look at some pieces of furniture okay?"

"Okay!" Charlie said reaching for Santana's hand before she can protest and teleporting them back to Lost Saint's.