"Whaddya mean, who's that?" Puck asks with an incredulous look.
"I mean exactly what I said. Who is that?" Quinn repeats, staring at the starlet in awe.
"She's Rachel Berry," he huffs, frustrated, "Now Quinn-" He's cut off by the blonde.
"Rachel Berry," she whispers. "What's that quote? 'She doth teach the torches to burn bright.'"
"Fabray. You are not quoting Shakespeare in the name of Rachel Berry."
"... For I never saw true beauty until this night."
"Quinn!"
The bed-ridden girl gives Puck her most practiced glare, when Rachel speaks up.
"Quinn? Puck? Can I come in?"
The words "Not now," and "Of course!" are brought forth in unison. Puck shoots Quinn his own most practiced glare and replies, "Give us like five minutes, Rachel."She nods and exits the room.
"Alright, Fabray. What in the hell is going on with you?"
The blonde ignores the question, crying, "Why'd you send her away?" and slaps his arm.
"I think you lost your memory." He states plainly, looking her in the eyes, "Otherwise I'm positive you'd remember her."
Quinn nods feverishly, though again ignores the statement. She just wants that girl back in the room. The moment she entered, it feels as if something changed. There's a fire in her stomach, not too unfamiliar, and she greets it with open arms. Quinn doesn't just want that girl back in the room, she feels like she needs it.
"Please let her back in?"
Puck rakes a hand across his head. How had this come to be? The council always readjusted matters after an interruption. Was this the readjustment?
The mohawked boy didn't know if you were supposed to lose your memory after being interrupted. He'd never been interrupted before. Though, when he and Quinn were children, older kids would tell them tall tales. Stories that told of falling unconscious if a council member even thought of intervening with your progress. Those, however, were tall tales; stories spun by children who weren't selected to be sent on a mission, and had too much time on their hands. Puck always had felt a bit bad for them, the rest of their lives being confined to cafeteria work or construction. He shuddered, glad he did indeed have a mission to attend to.
The mission itself was not yet evident. If an invader or dangerous species was a threat, it'd yet to make itself known. The two were told when they were of eight years their destination, but that the mission wasn't something they were allowed to know; that they had to uncover it themselves. But in these teenage years, they'd put most of the mystery behind them and were waiting for something obvious to cross their path.
At times Puck considered their mission might be saving the planet from environmental oblivion, a course the Earth was most obviously on. But they weren't granted the technology or skills to fix something of that proportion, so they let it be.
The boy opens the door to find an anxious Rachel Berry waiting outside.
"I simply desired to know Quinn's current condition. The doctor informed us moments ago that Quinn seemed much better than when he had previously checked on her, and could handle more than one visitor at once. Finn left in a rage over the dispute between you two, so I volunteered to be the next to see her."
After a pregnant pause, she adds, "If you don't mind, Noah."
He replies with silence, but moves aside so she can enter.
"Hello, Quinn." The girl of small stature greets softly.
He doesn't miss the moment when her eyes shine a bit brighter and face lights up like a Christmas tree.
"Hello, Rachel Berry."
"Just call her Rachel," he cringes.
Quinn again ignores his statement. "Come," she beckons, "Sit!"
Rachel shyly strolls to the blonde's bedside and sits on its edge awkwardly. If Quinn notices, she doesn't mention it. She only continues to stare at the brunette with a powerful, enthusiastic intensity.
"She has amnesia," Puck announces, "Fell because of exhaustion, bumped her head, has amnesia."
Rachel absorbs the words solemnly, but not without noticing Quinn slowly stroking her arm. The ex-Cheerio is looking in awe, in wonder over the tanness. Gooseflesh rises over the diva's skin, causing Quinn to giggle.
'She's like a baby around her,' Puck thinks, rolling his eyes.
"Shut it Puckerman!" The blonde snaps, confusing Rachel and surprising Puck. It's bee quite a while since the two have read each other's thoughts.
"Whatever," he mutters, and exits the room. It's not that's he's all choked up about this new Rachel/Quinn deal or whatever, it's just that he's... Disappointed. Maybe he was hoping Quinn would wake up and want him.
He finds that doctor dude (What was his name?) and shoves him into a supply closet, fortunately without gaining notice from anyone.
Before the guy can even get a word out, Puck presses his thumb to the doctor's forehead and whispers harshly, "Exhaustion caused the fall. The fall caused amnesia." He then removes his thumb and swiftly leaves the closet, leaving a confused man in his wake.
He returns to Quinn's room to find the girl giggling and playing with Rachel's hair. He hears the brunette's grin when she says, "You're quite affectionate today."
Puck turns away, not wanting to disrupt them. The boy weighs his options, and then jumps on the next available elevator and heads to the cafeteria.