"What are you still doing here?"

Santana scowled slightly at the question, she had no idea why Sebastian was making visiting Charlie a thing. If he was around it meant that he wanted something from Charlie and Charlie needed to rest. "I'm her friend, and someone needs to make sure Charlie stays in bed and gets some rest." When Sebastian shoots hr a look of disbelief she scowls. "Do you think I want to be here instead of micromanaging my bar?"

"Yes? The whole point of being your own boss is so you get to delegate the shit that you don't want to do. You have control issues, this is why we could never date Santana."

"You're gay."

"And you're controlling," Sebastian smirks at her knowing he had gotten under her skin. "Its fine Blaine likes it when I'm a bit controlling in bed—"

"Why are you here Sebastian?" Santana repeats interrupting him.

Sebastian studied Santana for a moment, "Are you two dating? Because I don't see how any of this is your business. Charlie is an adult Santana, who makes life and death decisions all the time, and she's also capable of telling me when she's not up to it."

"Were you the one that was putting that into her head?" Santana asks, she should have known it would be Sebastian's fault that Charlie had developed an attachment.

"My idea? I'm certain that I told her in detail what a nightmare you were to date—"

"We never dated," Santana snaps tersely, turning to make sure that Charlie hadn't decided to see what all the fuss was about.

"Yes, because you were controlling, and it was suffocating," Sebastian retorted. "I've been trying to get her to figure out what she attributes she likes and then find someone for her. Preferably someone who doesn't act like a mother hen. Now where is she, this mission may be time sensitive." Sebastian brushed Santana aside and began to make a beeline towards Charlie's bedroom.

"Sebastian, Blaine will be very upset with me if I dump you in the Hudson," Charlie said with a yawn from where she was curled up on her bed.

Sebastian ignored the half-hearted threat, Charlie didn't really threaten people, she just did whatever came to mind when she wanted to do it. "Scale of 1-10 how do you feel? Honestly. With 1 being close to death. Because we need you for a stealth mission. It's a rescue mission. Priority one."

"Priority one?" Charlie repeated.

"Yes. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't, we need you to move groups of people, quickly and quietly. You'll be taking Azimio, and a few others to the location where you will be picking up the targets. Azimio and the others are there to make sure you don't have to do any of the actual heavy lifting. This is behind enemy lines."

Santana froze, Charlie wasn't anywhere near a hundred percent, and from the seriousness of Sebastian's tone and the rush, it sounded like Charlie would agree. "Sebastian—"

Sebastian turned to look at Santana he didn't have time to argue with her about it, "She can make her own decision," Sebastian tossed a folder onto the bed. Charlie picked it up almost immediately. Almost immediately he can detect the tick in her jaw as she scans the documents. "So?"

"Yes," Charlie said after flipping through a couple of pages and closing it. "Where did you get this information?"

"That's a conversation for the office, I'll give you a few hours to rest, but when I call—"

"I'll be there," Charlie promises.

"I don't see what's so important that you have to put your health at risk. And you—" Santana turns on Sebastian. "You're supposed to be firmly on my side here, she needs to rest. You have other magic-touched individuals who work for you. Charlie's health and well-being should come first."

Sebastian adjusted his jaw, "I know you get off controlling everything, but I wouldn't be here if it wasn't. You don't have a say Santana, not today."

"Her adrenal glands are basically shut down right now, and your bright idea is to not only use her as a pack mule, but to send her behind enemy lines. And from what I understand, this mission was put together hastily. She could get hurt, seriously injured if her magic fails. Charlie you're going to stay in that bed—"

"No Santana, I can't." Charlie was quiet for a moment her voice quiet. She turns to look at Sebastian, "Santana is my friend and she knows a lot of things that I don't know. I trust her, and she's important to me. I will always take her opinion into consideration, but I can say no to her. I'm allowed to say no, everyone has told me that." She turns to look at Santana for a moment. "I have to go on this mission. No one can hit these many places in such a short amount of time. If it's not me then, we'll lose the element of surprise and they'll move the targets. It has to be done, and it has to be done tonight."

"Why?" Santana asks frowning. "What is so important that you're risking your health, and quite frankly your life for? I know you don't actually care about money, not like most people do."

Charlie opened the folder again and held it up for Santana, ignoring Sebastian's protests. "I wasn't the only one. We're going to rescue every last one of them."

Santana stared at the non-descript walls, and the sullen faces. That was so reminiscent of the first night she had met Charlie. The pale red, hospital gowns, the shaved heads. Their eyes were dim, like the life had been dragged out of them. She flicks her eyes to Charlie for a moment, but there was nothing more than determination on her face. "You have to save them," she says finally. She couldn't doubt Charlie's assessment but she was looking at close to 40 long range jumps with a group of people. "That doesn't mean that I have to be happy that you're going to be putting your life at risk Charlie."

"I'll hide behind Azimio, he's big and I'm tiny compared to him," Charlie said with a smile.

Santana bit her lip, she had never been as good as her abuela, and if she did this now, there was no telling what the consequences for Charlie would be. Probably something painful. "I can do something to give you a bit more energy, but that doesn't mean you're cured, in fact think of it like we're borrowing magic from another day. There will be interest, and your recovery time will be much longer than a few days."

"I don't think—"

"Do it," Charlie said immediately, shuffling to the bed when Santana motions for her to turn around. "Who gave you the information?"

Sebastian made a face, "I don't know what happened to your twin, but it seems she's seen the light and wants out of the Templars. Because of you Titan Industries has amazing goodwill with the media, we've already got a public relations team in place ready to go, it might not be a knockout blow, but it will hobble the Templars, if not completely defang them. Let's see how they enjoy being dragged in front of the Senate for hearings. It will also force our broken political system to do something about the loopholes that concern magic-touched."

Santana hesitated as she pulled up the back of Charlie's shirt and placed her hands on her mid-back. "Do you trust Quinn?" She asks Charlie. "I don't."

It takes Charlie a moment as she shivers at the warmness that is spreading throughout her body. "I don't."

"So why are you going? If you don't trust her."

"I need to go and see for myself," Charlie admitted. "I think Quinn feels guilty, and she's doing this because she thinks she's a good person. I have the power to stop it so shouldn't I?"

"You should," Santana says after she finishes. She runs her thumb along Charlie's back making an outline of Charlie's kidneys. She doesn't know what possesses her to hug Charlie after she finishes, and she can feel Charlie tense for a moment under her touch before she relaxes into her hold. "Don't do anything stupid. I'll yell at you if I hear you did anything stupid and reckless."

Charlie leans into her for a moment, "They probably haven't had good food, like me."

"A travesty," Santana says with a shake of her head. She knew what Charlie was asking. She looks at Sebastian for a moment. He lets out an annoyed groan, but nods. "I'll make food for them."

Charlie smiles, then they'd trust Santana too, and it would be easier to get them calm. Some of these children looked young much younger than she had been.