Lawrence looked up from where he was currently attempting to garden, he had heard his granddaughter's steps the moment she had entered his greenhouse. It had been a year of forced retirement, everyone on the council had been forced to step down. "Having trouble with the UN already?" The question hangs in the air as he puts down the weeding fork and removes his gloves.

"I'm not here to talk about Templar business—" Quinn began, but the look that her grandfather gave her made her feel like a small child and she sighs. Deciding to simply give him the information that he sought. "To say our funding was slashed would be a lie, it was obliterated. Most of the countries in the European Union have either ceased funding all together, like Germany and France, while others like Spain and Italy have slashed what they normally given us. The Vatican has all but abandoned us as well, they're trying to save face. The same could be said about the Americas. We're still pulling in funding from Africa, but because of all the cuts it's a pittance really compared to our complete operating budget."

"How many?"

"How many?" Quinn echoes as she picks at her cuticles, she knew what her grandfather wanted to know but she knew he probably didn't want the complete answer.

"How many Templars have lost their jobs?" When Quinn doesn't answer immediately, he turns to her sharply. "Don't lie to me. I've seen your interviews."

"The Templar Organization is no longer going to be dependent on funding from various countries. We are no longer going to be in the business of being a private military force that answers to no one. We will have our own private funding, from the various business that we run. We will have a budget given to us by the UN—"

"I didn't ask for the canned media response, how many Templars have lost their jobs—"

"After I became the head and face of the Templar organization, nearly ten percent Templars quit in protest. Which freed up quite a bit of money and we've done a review—" Quinn stopped when her grandfather, narrowed his eyes at her. She was treating him like he was a member of the media. "After we started auditing certain Templars, another six percent quit. I've had to let go of most of the non-essential personnel, and around 15% of active members. It was mostly older members who were still hanging on, and were practically siphoning money away. So I simply provided buyouts, and those that didn't take it were let go. I wasn't trying to be cruel. But I need to earn the goodwill back. It's why we're working with Titan and a few Asian governments to integrate magic-touched into the ranks."

Lawrence turned back to his garden, "That includes your aunt then?"

Quinn winced, "She shot at me! I feel like I was justified in at least firing her. I'm not pressing charges, I told her when she realizes that I'm right she can have her job back. It's been a year and we haven't been swarmed by the forces of evil. The things that go bump in the night stay there. In the night. The world isn't on fire, and the Templar organization is modernizing. I'm sorry that you lost your job, gramps. I am. I'm sorry that you were forced to resign but—"

"How's your sister?" Lawrence interrupts as he picks up the sheers.

"Well, you have a great-grandson now." The words cause Lawrence to light up at the news, and Quinn smiles. Her mother had the same reaction, despite the fact that Charlie didn't want to see them. She wasn't sure if Charlie would ever be okay with anyone else in the family apart from her, but she would keep trying. "The paperwork was finalized yesterday," Quinn answered. "Rachel wants one now, she absolutely adores Oliver. I think it's because he's such a captive audience and he likes to hear her sing. She gave Charlie an album of lullabies, to help him go to sleep. We're having a party in a couple of days, to celebrate the fact that Oliver has become part of the family."

"You didn't come all the way here to tell me that, did you? Or are you simply here because you need some advice. I don't know with what you seem to have a handle on things." Lawrence says as he starts to snip away leaves that had holes in them.

Quinn frowns, she couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. "I wasn't going to fix all the problems overnight—"

"Lucy, I'm old. Which means I can say whatever it is that I want, and if I thought you were making a mistake I'd tell you. I'm proud of you. Truly. You're making things right. I was the Captain and I didn't notice us taking on water. You on the other hand—you saw it and you tried to save us and no one would listen to you. But why are you here? Did Rachel ask you to marry her?"

Quinn flushed, "No. We're still working on our relationship. I'm here because I needed to know if you knew if you had an inkling of how corrupt we'd become. Secret experiments on magical creatures, letting them loose when the world would question that they needed us. I was given an assignment and that was to trace where this magical drug was coming from and it was coming from the Templars. We were selling it—" Quinn sighed. "I just need to know who I can trust. Because right now I feel like everyone surrounding me hates me and I'm trying to rehabilitate our image. I honestly believed that I wanted this job, that once I was in charge, people would have to listen to me and we could actually fix our image and be like the Templar Organization that you told me stories about. But it's not like that. And honestly, there is a part of me that wants to throw it all away and take the position with Titan."

"Titan offered you a job?"

Quinn sighed and makes a face. "Charlie and her team they deal with natural disasters, and I'm sure they do a few black missions for the United States Government, how else would they make their money? But now that our reputation is in shambles, Titan, wants to expand, into what we did. Being the last bastion for humanity against the forces of darkness—"

"For a price."

"For a hefty price. I wouldn't have to risk my life anymore, the salary and benefits are just as good if not better than what the Templars can currently give. I get to spend my time here with Rachel, building a family. No one will take shots at me—"

"I'm sure your Cassandra will apologize once she calms down," Lawrence said with an amused smile.

"It's not funny—"

"What did you think was going to happen Quinn? The moment I got my seat, I spent it fighting political battles, earning capital and choosing when and where to spend it. What mattered more to me, and sometimes it wasn't enough. Like with your twin. Power is corrupting and so is money. So you take this fancy job at Titan, what about the poor people that we help, the people who can't afford to pay us, but are grateful that we saved them? Do you think they'd be able to pay Titan?"

Quinn sighed, "That's what Rachel said."

"And as I stated, I think you should marry her. She seems to have her head on right—when she isn't being dramatic," Lawrence said. "What did your sister say?"

"About me working with her?" Quinn snorted. "Santana said no, and Charlie nodded her head. She doesn't care where I work. She doesn't care for the Templars, but she also doesn't want to work with me on this. She's still very much anti-Templar, but I think she understands, that we are needed. Because she doesn't want to kill monsters. You know she has a pet Slaad?"

Lawrence winces, "Please don't tell me it's—"

"Red."

"Did you—"

"Yes. She thinks it's cute. She named him Bill, she visits him all the time, and feeds him bacon. She empathizes with these creatures, she's not going to kill them unless she doesn't have a choice." Quinn sighs. "Does it get easier?"

"The job?" Quinn nods. "No," Lawrence says with a shrug. "It doesn't. The job sucks. But you know why you're doing this. Find good people to surround yourself with. People who you trust to help you with the load. I wish I had left you a smaller mess, but if anyone can fix what's wrong with the Templars it's you."

It's what she had come to hear. She needed some validation from her grandfather. He was one of the few people who understood. "Does that include you? You can't come back but—" Quinn struggled to find the words. He was Lawrence July, she was certain despite the fact that he was old as dirt, he could still beat her.

"I'm always here to give grandfatherly advice whenever you need it Quinn," Lawrence answered before nodding at a pair of gloves. "Make yourself useful, I think I may have a pixie problem and those little buggers bite."

Quinn snorted, but grabbed a pair of gloves. She could use some gardening before she went back home. "I have tickets to Rachel's next show. I think she's working on getting Charlie and Santana to use up one of their date nights on her performance." Quinn offered. She knew what he wanted was for his family to be together she was sure she was wearing Charlie down. It might not be this year or next but she knew her twin was curious about the family. Especially ever since she'd visited Santana's.

~ O ~

Santana looked over at where Oliver was sitting down at one of the tables colouring, and smiled at him, when she caught his eyes. He smiles back revealing that he's lost his two front teeth. Which meant another visit from the tooth fairy. Not that Oliver knew what to do with money. He just got happy to see something shiny under his pillow, because Charlie got excited.

The bar really wasn't a place for children, but Oliver had his own space where he played with his toys or colored, when his mom—when Charlie wasn't around. Charlie had attempted to quit so she could be a full time mom, but Sebastian had quickly stuck a pin in that idea, by reminding her that she needed to be able to provide for him. It was manipulative, but it was good for Oliver to have some sense of normalcy in his life.

The familiar warmth of Charlie's magic washes over her and she suddenly feels a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and a head rest upon her shoulder. The sound of Oliver's pencils dropping to the table and the excited noise he makes whenever Charlie's home brings a smile to her lips. "We've talked about this." Charlie smelt of smoke, and she crinkles her nose even as Charlie gives her a small kiss on the cheek.

"But—"

"I could have had something hot in my hands, or something breakable, you could have caused an accident," Santana says turning to look at Charlie who pouts. She leans in and gently kisses Charlie's lips, "Oliver is waiting for you," she says gently nudging Charlie away, though she misses her the moment that she disappears and appears beside her child, tickling him as he screams in laughter.

Dating Charlie wasn't the easiest thing she'd ever done, Charlie had mostly good days, but she had bad ones as well. They were few and in between and once she figured out how to help Charlie on her bad days, it had been relatively painless experience. "Charlie don't give him candy before dinner," Santana said without looking up at her. "Sebastian will sit you down and make you watch boring videos about proper diets for young children, and then Blaine will give us a lecture about it as well. I don't want to deal with that again."

Charlie puffed out her cheeks, and looks at Oliver. When he did talk, it was at a two year old level, she still wasn't sure how old he was, but she knew like many of the other children, that he would probably never have a completely normal life. "After dinner," she promises him reaching for his head so she can pat it. He seemed to like it. She messes up his hair before turning her attention to Santana, who was busy at the bar. She leans in and gives Oliver a kiss on the cheek. "Let's go help Santana," she whispers to him and he grins at her, and nods.

Santana looks over at Charlie and Oliver, the last time they had helped she had lost a few glasses. Charlie was good but she didn't like the idea of Oliver being behind the counter, he generally got underfoot quickly and if anyone from the city came she could lose her liquor license. Still though as she watched Charlie work it was nice, it felt like they were a family. She gently nudges Charlie with her hip. "Give me an hour and then we can go for a proper dinner."

Charlie nods, and smiles. "Azimio gave me a few tips—"

"No. What have I said about listening to Azimio?" Santana sighed.

"He gives bad advice, but he was trying to be helpful—and Sasha and Bayley gave me some advice too. They said we should do date night every week." Charlie insists.

Santana paused that didn't seem like a terrible idea at all, "What are you going to do with Oliver?"

"Sebastian and Blaine need practice parenting," Charlie said with a pleased smile on her face causing Santana to snort. "Alright deal, but we can also drop him off with my parents they've basically adopted him as their grandson. We need to tell my mom not to overfeed him though."

"And I get leftovers!" Charlie said with a cheer kissing Santana's cheek. She liked visiting Santana's parents, they were really nice and her mom liked to feed her, and give her leftovers. It was the best thing in the world. She would also keep it to herself that Azimio and Bayley had taken her to go ring shopping as well she wanted to be with Santana forever, and one day soon she'd be able to ask Santana to marry her and they would be a proper family unit, together. But until that day. "Can we have mac and cheese bites for dinner?"

"You had that yesterday, we've talked about it Charlie balanced meals." Santana rolled her eyes, but smiled.