"I can take care of it," Santana muttered to herself as she bounded down the steps and headed toward her bar. "Take the day off Santana, relax, I can do it." It was the very last time she was ever going to trust Charlie with anything. It was just supposed to be a simple day where she took a day for herself and relaxed, she hadn't had one of those in ages.

One day off, and Wednesday nights weren't usually that busy anyway. Yet, she had been in the process of doing her nails, when she had felt Charlie's magic spike. It was like getting hit with a sledgehammer when you weren't prepared. She frowns when she spots that her entire kitchen staff isn't doing their jobs and are crowded around the doorway. "Seriously?" Santana snaps turning to look at Mike who shrugs his shoulders.

"They're templars," Mike whispers. "Charlie is handling it."

"Charlie is—you didn't think to call me?" Santana snaps at him shoving people aside. Charlie still had no control over her magic, and the last thing they needed was for her to fall unconscious for a few days.

Bang.

The sound of a gunshot going off, has nearly every member of her kitchen staff ducking for cover but Santana feels her own heart drop, as she shoves open the door, just in time to see Charlie stumble backwards clutching her stomach.

"You shot me!" Charlie exclaims, narrowing her eyes.

Santana winces bracing herself as she feels Charlie's magic hit once more, "Charlie!"

Charlie looks up for a split second, before pointing at someone who was hidden by the bar. "She shot me."

Santana takes a step forward to see if Charlie needed medical attention, but pauses Charlie wasn't on the ground bleeding out; she seemed thoroughly annoyed, and it only takes her a second to realize what is going on when Quinn gets up and slaps Charlie's hand away.

"You had a shield."

Charlie immediately shoved Quinn, "You shot me!" she insists frowning when Quinn immediately shoves her back.

"You were trying to kill me," Quinn snaps, shoving Charlie again.

"I'm not allowed to kill Templars," Charlie sniffs indignantly, and pushes Quinn again. "It's a lot easier to kill than it is to knock them out."

Santana flicked her eyes between the twins for a moment before closing her eyes, she hadn't planned for this. She thought they had more time, but this was already a disaster. "Charlie, come here," Santana says, turning when Charlie teleports in front of her. "Can I—?" Santana prompts and Charlie nods and pulls up the front of her shirt.

There was a massive dark bruise already forming on Charlie's stomach and Santana sighs and gently touches it, watching as Charlie pulls back in pain. She touches it for a moment despite Charlie's movement and begins to speed up the healing process, she didn't completely heal Charlie and when Charlie looks at her, she raises a brow. "Think of it as a lesson to not get into pointless fights, and if you are, make sure that they don't have any weapons." Santana nods when she finishes and lets Charlie pull her shirt down, before turning to look at Quinn who was helping Sam up. "Templars aren't welcome here. So, I'm going to ask you to leave, you're scaring my staff."

Quinn scowled at Santana, that voice seemed familiar even if the face didn't. She was probably the magic-touched that had knocked her out. "Look, I didn't come here to fight with her, I came to talk. She attacked first, and all of this was self-defence."

"No, I didn't! He pulled a gun on me when I went to touch her face," Charlie insists immediately looking at Santana who held up her hand.

"I believe you," she says to Charlie, gently touching her hand. Charlie didn't go around picking fights, and touching Quinn's face sounded like something Charlie would do. "Templar's are notoriously trigger happy," Santana adds, turning to look at Quinn. "Now I asked you to leave."

Quinn rolls her eyes, "Charlie look I just came to talk, Sam's just my backup but we can go somewhere and talk—"

"Why in the world would I let her talk to you?" Santana says, stepping in front of Charlie. "Templars are responsible for the shit that she went through—"

"That was a family matter," Quinn snapped.

"Oh bullshit, if you're doing it to her, then you're probably doing it to others. She's not going anywhere with you, and you're not talking to her."

"What are you her babysitter?" Quinn snips at Santana.

Charlie's eyes narrow at this, and moves forward only for Santana to place her hand out, "Charlie, do you want to talk to your sister?"

Charlie shrugged her shoulders, "No, but she has my face and it's weird."

"It is weird, but I can understand why you don't want to talk to her. Do you want to talk to any Templar? Do you want to leave this place?"

"No, this is my home I'm not going with them," Charlie says with a shake of her head.

Santana turned to look at Quinn, "Well there you go. She doesn't want to talk to you, she doesn't want to go anywhere with you—"

"Charlie, I'm not like them. I didn't even know you existed, he took away my memory of you. But I remember now, Lucy and Charlie—I remember you, I remember holding your hand I was three when they took you away from me and I thought—I've always felt something was missing. I'm not going to take you back I just—" Quinn pauses as Charlie closes her eyes and backs away pinching at the bridge of her nose and shaking her head. "He did it to you too."

Santana frowned and turned to Charlie, "Charlie?"

Charlie shakes her head once more, and frowns for a moment before looking at Quinn, she tilts her head slightly. "I remember you," she said simply.

Quinn smiled, "So we can—"

"No," Charlie says interrupting Quinn. "I'm not going with you. You shot me."

"You had a shield up," Quinn points out.

Charlie shrugged her shoulders, "You didn't know that my shield was up. I know that you shot me, and you made a mess and he bled everywhere so I have to clean it up. This is my home, I like it here with Santana and everyone else. I get to eat good food, and I have my own room and we watch movies together, and Santana takes me to the library and even though she complains she takes me to church when I want to go."

"I know you're mad at what happened to you Charlie, but I didn't know. I was the same age as you were, and there are members of our family that tried to protect you, if you want to blame anyone then you can place the blame at our father's feet. He did this to you, he destroyed our family."

"Santana's family. You're a stranger. I remember Lucy, but you're not Lucy," Charlie said rubbing her arm. "You're not Lucy." Charlie repeats before continuing, with a bit of confidence in her voice. "Lucy wouldn't have shot me." Charlie frowns and picks up a rag. "I have to get to work now, and he's still bleeding all over the place. That's not sanitary."

Santana snorted, "It isn't."

Quinn frowned and immediately took a seat at the bar in front of Charlie, turning to look at Santana, "I saw you use magic on her, and I saw Charlie use magic herself. You know the law says that I'm allowed to be here to observe, so that's what I'm going to do." Quinn said turning to look at the drinks. "I'll start with a tequila shot."

"We aren't serving you." Santana repeated.

"Well, given the fact that this spot is going to be a Templar hotspot soon, which will probably ruin your business, it's probably best to take my money now," Quinn said, watching as Charlie went to clean up Sam's blood. He takes a seat beside her. "Also, some ice or whatever for his face."

Santana raised a brow, ice wasn't going to stop him from bleeding all over her bar. She makes a debate and looks at Mike who shrugs his shoulders and she sighs. "This is Charlie's home, this is her place of employment—the moment you go back to the Templars—"

"I don't want to tell the Templar's where she is. I just want to talk to her. The Templars don't care about Charlie, I mean they do but they mostly care about the data you stole. Give it back, you shouldn't have had time to break the encryption, you let me talk to her and we'll forget that this ever happened."

"We will?" Sam asked, turning to her. A towel is dropped in front of him by Charlie and he grabs it and uses it to clutch his face.

"We will, that's an instant promotion for you. A big one. It should also be enough to promote me as well. I'll talk to my grandfather about leaving Charlie alone but I want to talk to her first."

Santana frowned; she had no reason to trust what Quinn was saying, and the templar beside her didn't look exactly thrilled with the idea. "Charlie?"

Charlie turned to look at Quinn for a moment and then back at Santana. "I'll think about it."

Santana nods, "You get water, I'm not giving booze to a bunch of trigger-happy maniacs."

Quinn pulled out her gun and placed it on the table, "So long as you promise that no harm will come to us, you can put it in a safe or something, we'll collect them at the end of the night."

Santana eyed the weapon and turned to Charlie. "Charlie can you—"

Charlie picked up the gun and disassembled it before pushing it back to Quinn.

Santana nods, she wasn't going to put Templar gear in her office safe. "I've got some phone calls to make so they can go away quicker, don't serve them any alcohol," Santana instructs. "You don't have to be friendly to them, or talk to them if you don't want to. Mike help Charlie."

Mike sighed. "Fine." He watches as Charlie pours both Quinn and Sam a glass of water and puts it down in front of them and waits.

Quinn raised a brow, "Is there something the matter?"

"Tip, you're supposed to tip." Charlie says, puffing out her cheeks in annoyance.

Mike's eyes widen and he quickly moves to intercept.

"You gave me water," Quinn pointed out.

"It's only polite to tip," Charlie insists.

"Charlie you know it's not mandatory to tip," Mike hisses at her.

"Yeah but she has to tip me. She shot me and he bled all over the place. It's only polite," Charlie says, crossing her arms over her chest. "He's still bleeding and it's not sanitary."

Quinn looked over at Sam for a moment and then turned back to Charlie for a moment. She wanted Charlie to like her, and it's not like she was hurting for money. She pulls out her wallet and takes out a fifty-dollar bill and places it on the table just as the door opened. "I'd like some—"

Charlie sweeps up the money and sticks it in the tip jar, and looks up. "Hi Dave!" She says greeting the new patron who had walked in.

Dave glanced over at the two people at the bar, doing a double take for a moment at the fact that there were two of them. "You've got a twin."

Charlie shrugged her shoulders and poured him a beer, placing it in front of him. He takes it gratefully and takes a drink. "She's got my face. It's weird."

"I bet, I'll have the usual." Dave said pausing and looking at Sam. "What happened to his face?"

Charlie smiled, "He tripped."

Sam scowled at this and was about to protest when Quinn touched his hand and shook her head. It was going to be a long night.