AN: Here's another story. I hope you enjoy
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Song: Home -Machine Gun Kelly, X Ambassadors & Bebe Rexha
"Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra." Quinn Fabray murmured along keeping her head down and eyes closed as she repeated the Lord's Prayer with the rest of the class of Templars who were getting promoted. She was finally no longer a trainee, no longer a member of the enlisted order where many in the order floundered. She had finally joined the ranks of the Honored Order, and while it wasn't where her father was, it finally meant she would have a bit of autonomy. "Amen."
"Amen. You may rise."
Quinn gets up immediately stands to her feet at Seneschal Schuester's command, keeping her gaze neutral. Pride was a sin. She inhales, she needed to be better to be incorruptible, to not let the evil into her heart. She had heard the rumors, the snickers from the others that she was magic-touched. Every month she was forced to go through various testing to prove that she wasn't. Every month she could see the disappointment in her father's eyes. She slowly licks her chapped lips.
"Some of you were born into this order, others came to us in search of purpose. Mark my words you will find no purpose greater than ours. Without us, the world would have been lost to the witches and the magic-touched. It needs our structure—" William Schuester looked around at the ten newly promoted Honored Order, and the small gathering of Templars, there were a few parents in the crowd. He turns his attention to the only woman standing amongst the men, it had been time that the Templar's modernized, he'd been saying so for years, but they would need to do better. The world was watching and there were those that insisted that their order was archaic and no longer needed in the modern world. "We must be uncompromising, we need to be incorruptible. We must be righteous, or we will not deliver the world from evil."
William Schuester takes a breath before moving off the dais, he takes a step toward the edge of the raised platform, still standing a head above them and smiles kindly, "Congratulations on joining ranks of the Honored Order. I know many of you have worked hard to get to this point, but your journey is far from over. Your convictions will continue to be tested, the world will never understand what is to be you. But their opinions do not matter, because you have joined a brotherhood—and a sisterhood—" William says turning to look at Quinn. "And amongst us, the Templars, your faith will not be shaken. Enjoy this moment, savor it but do not rest on your laurels, strive to be better." With that he was done and there was applause from those that were gathered.
Quinn turns to look at her parents adjusting her new red uniform, which showed her new rank. Now she would finally be able to move out of the dormitories and into her own place. She glances up at her father for a moment, she couldn't quite tell what he was thinking but her mother was dabbing at her eyes. She had probably been crying. She breaks away from the other people who are being promoted and quickly heads to her parents. "Sir—mom."
"We're so proud of you. And look at your new uniform, it suits you very well doesn't it Russell."
Quinn looks up at her father, swallowing. She had gotten to this point as fast as she could. She had been perfect in everything.
"The Gilded Order is next, and there are even fewer women who make it to that position. As the Seneschal stated, do not rest on your laurels until you are at the top," Russell said bluntly.
Quinn nodded nearly smiling, it was as close to a compliment as he was going to give her, and she'd take it. "Of course, sir," she says calmly even as her mother fusses over her. Russell nods and turns to leave, causing her for a moment to relax and finally crack a small smile at her mother and give her a hug. She had been in the Order once before as well, back when the rules punished women for getting married and or giving birth. But now the Order no longer cared about such thing, more and more people were magic-touched, and their danger to society was immense. Their order was tasked in monitoring those with magic and destroying any and all magical threats. In her opinion it would be far easier to simply destroy the magic-touched when they first manifested, but the world governments insisted on using them, despite the fact that they were human nuclear bombs waiting to go off.
"Ah don't look now but your fiancé is here," Judy said reaching up and gently fixing her hair, "The Hudson's are a family just as old as ours are," Judy reminded her.
Quinn tilted her head slightly as she was suddenly embraced by what felt like giant baby arms. The smell of body spray and sweat assaulted her senses as she's practically lifted off her feet and spun around. "Finn, put me down," she says, looking around fervently, such displays were frowned upon and she needed to continue moving upward. It was already difficult enough because of her gender, a fact her father never let her forget.
"Sorry, sorry, but I'm proud of you Quinn. You've worked hard for this," Finn said rubbing the back of his head. They'd been dating since they were teenagers and he couldn't imagine his life without her. He presses his lips against her forehead gently.
Quinn shook her head, but she allowed Finn to take her hand and she gently squeezes it for a moment, he was her best friend. "Now I can finally move out of the dormitories—and before you say it Finn, you know my father would never approve of us moving in together," she said quickly cutting off that train of thought. "And I want to taste independence."
Finn nodded after pouting for a moment, he understood. The dormitories were awful, and the only other place Quinn had lived was with her parents. They had known each other since grade school and she'd always been fiercely independent and driven. It baffled his mind that he had moved through the ranks faster than she had. She was the better Templar, she had memorized every prayer, and went to mass twice a week. He was lucky if he made it there once every two months. "It's cheaper if you have a roommate," he shrugged his shoulders. "Less lonely as well."
"Maybe, but we've talked about this. I need my own space Finn, at least for a little while." Quinn said. "When I found out I was being promoted I began to look for a place—"
"The Order has plenty of apartments, fortified, and they're lovely places all at a discounted rate," Judy said speaking up. "You shouldn't live with people who are not your own."
"We protect them, the citizens they depend on us and I plan on moving in near Finn and his roommate."
Finn grinned, "Really?"
"Well it's about three blocks away but it's a light jog," Quinn said turning to look at him. She turns to look at her mother who looked ready to protest, "I know how to be safe mother, it's like the first thing they teach you."
"And with her new rank, she can take out anything she wants from the armory now," Finn says helpfully. "And make requisition requests. Quinn is already really good at nearly everything, this will probably be a piece of cake for her as well."
Judy rolled her eyes and sighed. "Very well, I shall talk to your father about this, and if you need money or—anything at all—"
"I know mother, but I need to do this," Quinn stated leaning in and giving her mother a quick hug.
Judy sighed, "If you must, I will be making dinner tonight if you wish to join us—"
"I'm afraid she won't have time for that tonight," came a brisk voice from behind Judy causing her to turn. Standing there in her red uniform with gold decal was Sue Sylvester. She was the only female Templar to be a member of the Knightly Order. A fact which annoyed her to no end. "Your first assignment as a member of the Honoured Order. One of the mage-touched is going on a rampage it's already wiped out a teams and quite a few civilians. Kill it. I do not care if this government wishes to preserve it, it is no longer human. Just an animal to be out down."
Quinn nodded and took the folder that she was handed, it still felt warm. "And my team?"
"What team? You're a newly minted member of the Honoured Order, this is something you should be able to take care of by yourself, or how will I be able to trust you with the more difficult cases."
Quinn nodded immediately, Sue had faith in her and if she put this down quickly before the government bungled it even further she'd make be promoted soon enough. "Let me get my weapons, and I'll be there as soon as possible." She immediately kisses her mother goodbye and makes a beeline to the armory.
Quinn's stomach flipped, and she braced herself against a wall. The magic that was used to teleport her here, always made her sick. But she didn't really have time to get over it, she could hear the police sirens and the screaming and pushes herself up to a standing position and makes her way to where the police blockade was.
"Ma'am you're going to have to—" one of the police officers began only to stop when he realized who he was talking to. "You're a—we rarely have any trouble with the magic and the like—we've managed to keep it contained to that park."
Quinn frowned slightly as she noticed the dark feather that had floated to the ground, she could smell the blood from here. "Keep the citizens safe."
"Shouldn't you wait for your—"
Quinn pushed past him entering the blockade, she could only hope that they were competent and had managed to keep it contained. She wasn't in the mood to chase anything. She bends down to pick up the blood-soaked feather bringing it to her nose, it was definitely blood. And the feather was either a raven or a crow. It felt like witchcraft. She hated witchcraft.
Magic was a tool like anything else, in its purest form. But the mage-touched were corruptible. Easily influenced by evil, and she didn't just mean demons, they abused their power. Had humanity worship them as gods.
The sound of a crow caused her to whip around, but there was nothing there. She frowns as she moves deeper into the barricaded area, they had said it was near the playground so that's where she was headed. Giving the small playground a once over before stepping foot in the bounds she spots another feather and bends down and reaches for it, stopping when she heard the flap of wings. It wasn't just one or two, it sounded like there were hundreds of birds landing on the telephone lines.
Quinn slowly stands rolling her shoulders as she took everything in. Sue was right of course, if she couldn't handle this on her own, she wasn't fit to have her rank. She slowly tilts her head, so she can take a look over her shoulder which is when she spots it. There was no telling the sex, and she wasn't even sure it was human, but it was currently standing on a picnic table, a feathered hooded cloak covering its face, which looked like a beak. She's about to turn when it pulls out two short blades from its hands, and whispers something.
Almost immediately she pulls out her cross pattée staff out of the inner pocket of her jacket as the beast charges. She slams it hard against the ground as it lunges for her, dropping to her knees to dodge the tackle. There's a blinding bright light that fills the night sky and it feels like multiple birds are whizzing by her, striking her as the being seemingly falls apart around her. Though it wasn't over, it was never over until there was a body to be found.
She quickly stands to her feet and turns around closing the collapsible staff and putting it in her pocket as she lays her eyes on the beast again, now perched on top of the squeaky swing-set. She raises a brow at it, as it seemingly puts itself back together again. What team had they sent that couldn't take care of this, it was low level at best. It whispers something again and suddenly attacks once more with a loud screech as it points the blades at her once more, but she's ready as she pulls out her Glock, which flashes silver in the moonlight. She doesn't have time to admire the intricate details that are engraved into the gun as she pulls the trigger. The force of the bullets blowing the creature back sending it crashing into the swing sets which squeak loudly.
Quinn sighed as she fixes her uniform and heads to the beast which was just laying there. There were no tricks not anymore, and it couldn't knit itself back together. She walks over to it inspecting it for a moment before raising her gun once more and shooting it several more times, making sure that it wouldn't be getting up ever again. She touches the communication device attached to her ear. "Jacob, it's me." She grimaces at the heavy breathing that fills her ear, "It's done. Send a cleaning crew to this location to destroy the remains. I would rather the government not get their hands on this dark magic."
'Understood, do you want me to teleport you back to the base?'
Quinn looked up at the sky, she had just been promoted, and she had just fought a hell beast. "No, not at base. I need to blow off some steam. There's a bar that I like to go to, I'll send you the coordinates."
'Understood.'
With that she ends the communication and takes a seat in the swing set, swinging over the body. She scans the body once more before pulling out her phone and texting Jacob. It was days like these that she wished she still smoked, after a kill like that lighting one up had been customary, but for reasons that she couldn't remember at this moment, she had decided to give it up. She tilts her head as the portal opens and she hops of the swing set and heads towards the bright blue portal, she could already see the bar in question and a smile crosses her face as she steps through it.
It's a little after eleven when Quinn bangs on the door, she felt all warm and fuzzy inside. Liquid courage, she waits for a moment before banging on the door again. "I know you're home," she says loudly. She's about to bang on the door again when it swings open to reveal a shorter woman who looked positively irate with her.
"Quinn. Do you have any idea what time it is?" Rachel demands frowning, "I have a strict schedule to adhere too and you just can't come to my place whenever you feel like it—" Rachel frowns as Quinn practically barges into her small apartment, wrinkling her nose at the smell of booze on her breath, and what smelled like cigarette smoke. "You're drunk."
"I'm not," Quinn insists flopping down on the couch, there was a slight slur to her words.
Rachel closed the door to her apartment and locked it as she turned to Quinn, "Why are you here Quinn? You don't live here, you can't just show up near midnight. It's rude and disrespectful and I don't—"
"We were in the middle of an argument last time, and you got the last word," Quinn said with a frown. "I decided you didn't get to have the last word."
"So, you decide to show up here uninvited, wake my neighbors, because you forgot you had a phone which you could have texted your points?" Rachel asks flatly, crossing her arms. She takes a step back when Quinn gets to her feet, she didn't look angry, but Quinn was strong and nimble, plus she was drunk. She was unsure how this would go. "I've said all I needed to say Quinn."
"Then listen." Quinn hisses as she closes the distance between her and Rachel, pinning her against the door. She manages to bat Rachel's attempts to escape away as she kisses her deeply, which seems to calm Rachel down considerably. Breaking the kiss, she flashes Rachel a lazy smile. "Traditions are a good thing Rachel. I don't care if the Order is old-fashioned, and it requires a bit of modernization. Their purpose is noble, and my loyalty to them is absolute." Quinn steals another kiss as her hands undo Rachel's bathrobe revealing that she only had on some very sheer underwear.
Rachel shivers at the cold air that causes her nipples to harden, before feeling the heat of Quinn's body pressed against hers. "Absolute power corrupts," She manages to get out against Quinn's lips.
"We are incorruptible Rachel; our mission is a divine one. You wanted to know the reason I stay? Because my cause is a noble one. I have faith that I am doing the right thing, and we are saving humanity from all the evil in the world, the rising darkness. You know it. I know it. The world knows it, and when we move, everyone takes notice," Quinn said her hand slipping past the waistband and feeling the wetness coat her fingers. "You're wet."
Rachel swallowed, she was supposed to be irritated at Quinn, but she had missed her. It had been nearly a month since she'd last seen her. She lets out the smallest of whimpers when Quinn brings those fingers to her lips. She hated her sometimes, and she knew she would be getting very little sleep tonight if she let Quinn continue. But once they started, they rarely ever stopped. "Quinn why are you here?" She repeats again this time a bit firmer.
"I wanted to see you," Quinn says simply. "Don't you want to see me?"
Rachel hesitates, there's this hint of neediness in her voice, and it's enough to break through any resistance she has. "I do, just during the day." When Quinn pouts she sighs and gives in completely, kissing her quickly as she wraps her legs around Quinn's hips. "I'm not having sex with you here against the door," she says. "You can take me to the bedroom and ravish me there."
Quinn laughs at this, now she remembered why she had quit smoking. This was the icing on top of what was a good day. She didn't have many of those in her line of work, or any at all. With little effort she wraps an arm around Rachel's waist and grabs one of her thighs to keep her from falling and makes her way to Rachel's bedroom, a please smirk on her face.
