Even though the sign said that they were closed, Sebastian Smythe opened the door and walked in as if he owned the place. Maybe he had a small stake in it, after all he had helped Santana design Lost Saint which was why it was still so stylish. Speaking of Santana, she hadn't seemed to notice his presence and was currently doing what appeared to be inventory. "Do you remember the time we had sex on the bar?"

Santana froze before putting down the bottle of Jack Daniels she'd been measuring and turns to look at Sebastian, who still had his smug look on his face. "No, I remember you trying to get it up and failing miserably." After a moment she relaxes and flashes a smile at him.

"What's the saying? Beer before liquor, never been sicker; liquor before beer, you're in the clear. Or something like that?"

"Sure, blame it on the alcohol," Santana said with a roll of her eyes. "Now about the—"

"I'll start with a Long Island Iced Tea," Sebastian interrupted.

Santana rolled her eyes, "Fuck off Sebastian, I didn't ask you here to drink."

"No, you asked me here because you needed information," Sebastian pulls out a thumb drive and waves it at her. "So, a Long Island Iced Tea. You know how friendly I get with a bit of alcohol in me."

Santana glared at him, "You're a bastard."

"And you still had sex with me—several times." Sebastian taunts smirking when Santana begins to make him his drink. He places the USB down and pushes it to her. "That contains the information you're looking for. At least some of it, getting information about the Templars even for someone in my position is difficult."

Santana finished making the drink and pushed it towards him, she'd have to start doing inventory again. She moves to sweep up the USB only for Sebastian to put his hand down above it.

"I thought you were done with this nonsense Santana. I thought you were content to let things slowly get better, public opinion wavers but it's still a net positive for the magic-touched. You can just wait it out, you know the company is training magic-touched. We're lobbying to use them, we have started to—especially in Asia. Earthquake hits, we have magic-touched down helping with the cleanup, and helping find the wounded. You could make a lot of money with your skill set."

"Answer is still no," Santana said swatting Sebastian's hand and picking up the USB. "I like working in my bar. I'm not a hero, and I'm nowhere as good as my Abuela was at healing. I'm sure there are far better healers out there than I am."

"I'm here because you're looking into the Templars Santana. Which could put you on their radar, and then I won't be able to protect you. No matter how much I want to." Sebastian touched Santana's hand and gave her a patient look.

"Aren't you dating a man now?" Santana said flatly, pulling her hand away.

Sebastian smirked, "Jealous?"

Santana rolled her eyes, "How could you tell?" She asked before plugging the USB into her tablet. A folder pops up on and she opens it and looks at the information contained on it. There wasn't much in the document. "Is this it?" She questions looking at him, after scanning the document.

"You asked for information on the Fabray's, that is information on the Fabray's." Sebastian said before looking at his nails. "Russell Fabray married to Judy Fabray—born Judy July. The July's are another powerhouse family by the way, you know how to pick them don't you. They had two children—twins, Charlotte Reagan Fabray and Lucy Quinn Fabray however Charlotte died when she was three years old, after that it's just basic information. Rank, a brief summary of the family's achievements, Lucy goes by Quinn these days—you look like you've seen a ghost."

"Is there a death certificate for Charlotte?" Santana asks.

"Even if there was, I would never be able to get my hands on it," Sebastian said with a shrug. "All that governmental red tape, and she comes from a prominent Templar family."

Santana scans the document again, "Any information on how she died?"

Sebastian frowned, "What's your interest in Charlotte Fabray?"

Santana hesitated for a moment, she wanted to say she trusted Sebastian, but she knew he would do anything for money. But if this information was accurate, and she had no reason to doubt that it wasn't, there would come a time when she wouldn't be able to protect Charlie. They were still looking for her, the increased presence said as much. "What do the Templar's do if magic shows up in their ranks? What I mean is that they're surrounded by magic Sebastian, their weapons contain magic, who knows what else contains magic, probably their uniforms. All that magic and being pregnant—I mean you're basically asking for a magic-touched child." It was no wonder the Templars had been slow to adapt, and even now they probably had strict rules about pregnant women.

"Their official stance is that it has never happened, unofficially I imagine those children are either killed, or experimented on, I imagine it depends on the parents. There are no magic-touched Templars. Which is a waste, but it's also—" Sebastian stopped and frowned. "Is that what you think happened here?" When Santana looks away, he frowns, "Santana I can't help you if I don't have all the information."

"I'm not even sure I have all the information." Santana mutters mostly to herself before looking at Sebastian. "I need more information Sebastian, once I have it all I'll share because I may need you—not sexually." Santana sighs.

Sebastian finishes his drink and looks at Santana carefully, before placing another USB onto the bar. He knew her to well, "The Templar servers aren't connected to the Internet so traditional means to get the information are impossible. Basic security would probably mean that the servers are encrypted as well—we've wanted to get our hands on them for awhile. Basically, what I'm saying Santana is all the information you're looking for would be on that server."

Santana looked at the USB for a moment before picking it up. She knew what he was asking her to do, but at this moment she couldn't think of an alternative. "I'm not making any promises Sebastian, because I think what you're asking for is a suicide mission."

Sebastian hops off the seat, "I know but I figure you and Mike could get it done no problem. Thanks for the drink, I have to get back to work. You tell me if you need anything else like a good—"

"Out," Santana snaps at him, waiting until he leaves before searching for Russell Fabray. She finds a picture of him in his uniform and frowns. He looked a smug prick. Thank god Charlie didn't look like that at all. She'd find a few more pictures of various family members and grill Charlie.

Charlie wrinkled her nose as Santana showed her yet another picture of a Templar, "No, I don't know who he is either Santana. I can just remember the faces of my guards and I don't know all their names. They didn't talk to me much."

Santana turned the picture over, looking at the photo of Russell Fabray that she'd printed out. Charlie hadn't recognized him at all. There was a part of her that wondered if Charlie was faking it, and she was tempted to get Brittany involved but that would be a headache she didn't want to deal with. Charlie didn't lie, it never really seemed to cross her mind, even when she knew she was going to get scolded. "Really? You don't recognize him?"

Charlie took a bite out of her burger and studied the picture again, he sort of looked familiar but she couldn't place it. She shakes her head, "Just another Templar, right? Or is he important?"

"Do you really not know who leads the Templars?" Santana asked.

"It wasn't important Santana, and they wouldn't come down and visit the lab to see me, would they?"

Charlie had a point, they wouldn't have just come down to see her, "You're right. But really look at this photo Charlie, does he make you feel anything? I mean like happy or sad? Anything?"

Charlie shook her head, "I don't understand why this is important Santana."

"Because I was hoping to find your parents," Santana said, it was a partial truth. One that causes Charlie to turn to her sharply and narrow her eyes, for a moment she's certain that Charlie's seen through her bullshit lie and she quickly tries to cover it up. "Not to return you Charlie. I told you, that this is your home. You can stay here for as long as it is safe for you to do so. I just thought you'd like to know what your last name is."

Charlie shrugged her shoulders, "It doesn't matter Santana, my parents are dead."

Santana blinked, "Charlie—" a sharp look from Charlie was enough to give her pause, these were new expressions that she hadn't seen before. "What—what if they're alive?" Santana asks gently. "What if your parents are alive?"

"I don't want to think about it," Charlie says firmly as she pulls her burger apart and begins to stuff tater tots onto the top of the burger it was the last time, she could do this. Santana had said it was the last day they would have tater tots. "They told me my parents were dead Santana. I don't know why they'd lie to me."

"They? The Templars? Charlie you're magic-touched, that's plenty of reason to lie to you. I mean you don't think I'm evil, anymore do you? You don't think Mike is evil, do you? Or Brittany?"

Charlie hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. "I don't want to think about it," she says looking at Santana pleadingly.

"Why?" Santana asked gently.

"You're magic-touched and your parents didn't throw you away," Charlie said pushing her plate away from her. She no longer had an appetite. "I don't know why we need to talk about this. Everyone has such nice fun lives on the television. They play games and they eat good food, and—they get hugs and they get protected. And they look so happy. Everyone looks happy, and they aren't lonely."

"Charlie that's not—"

"So, if my parents were alive, it would mean that they didn't want me. They didn't love me because I'm evil, and I'm really trying to think that I'm not evil, but that's got to be the reason why right?" Charlie rubs at her eye, and it takes her a moment to realize that her eyes are wet. She couldn't remember the last time that had happened.

Santana stared at Charlie, she had definitely hit some exposed nerves unintentionally. She grabs some tissue and holds it out for Charlie who ignores it and wipes them away with the back of her hand, before sniffing. "I'm sorry. I was just wondering what if your family was alive—" Santana began.

"They're dead," Charlie insisted stubbornly, not letting Santana finish the thought. "I don't want to think about it Santana."

It takes Santana a moment before she nods, and watches as Charlie gets up and heads to her room. She had pushed to hard to fast. Charlie wasn't ready to deal with her past, or the idea that she had a family out there—that she had an identical twin sister who had the life that Charlie was just now realizing she had missed out on. Which meant she'd hold onto the information until Charlie could handle the information. "I didn't mean to upset you," Santana calls after Charlie who doesn't answer her.

Santana sighs, Charlie was not a reliable source of information. She pulls the second USB that Sebastian had given her out.