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Breadstix parking lot. 0700 hours

As the morning sun climbed up into the sky Brittany crawled out from under the battered car and wiped her oily hands down her silver suit.

"What's the diagnosis?" Santana asked from where she was perched like a hood ornament, painstakingly filing her nails to perfection before she got distracted. "You make a really hot mechanic," she husked as she caught sight of sweaty, oily, grease monkey Brittany retying her ponytail, her arms up behind her head making her boobs stick out that much further.

"The front wheel is buckled."

"Guh... I mean, and?"

"And, that's it. The bodywork is a bit crumpled but its mainly cosmetic. There was a leak but I stopped that. We can take the parts off the original car in my garage and replace the damaged components. I finally figured out why I could never get the prototype to work, it's cos someone stole the front wheel. I even had the plutonium ready to test it and then bam! Someone stole a wheel. One wheel! I always wondered why someone would do that, now I know. After all the trouble I had to go through to get the plutonium as well. I remember the website I tried wouldn't accept my credit card."

"I, uh, what? You're so hot when you talk shop." Santana looked turned on and thoroughly puzzled at the same time, this time business could get complicated. "So, we don't have to seek out some weapons grade plutonium or lightning bolts or a flux carburettor or anything awkward like that?"

"Aww honey, you watch too many movies, and it's flux capacitor. We find the parts and replace them and it should work."

"But that's so easy." Santana was amazed. "Deceptively easy, some might say."

"It's cos I'm awesome," Brittany shrugged.

"Yeah, you are."

"I know. So I was thinking, we should split up. I'll fix the car and you find Sugar."

"No," Santana looked panicked. "We really shouldn't split up. Ever."

"Honey, you don't know anything about cars or time machines or quantum physics. I think you should just track down Sugar."

"I don't think we should split up."

"I wont go anywhere, I'll be here almost the whole time. All I need is to get the parts."

"But what if you meet yourself?"

"Myself will be at school."

"I guess. What if I meet yourself? Oh my god, horny teenage Brittany. I don't know if I could handle that."

"Don't worry, I'm sure horny teenage me can handle you just fine," Brittany smirked suggestively. "Wait, is this the week we got suspended for getting caught having sex on Coach Sylvester's desk?"

Santana looked over at the date on the newspaper. "Uh, no, that's next week. Ahhh, good times."

"So, we're decided. You get Sugar and bring her here, where I will be waiting."

"Uh, I don't remember agreeing to that."

"Breadstix opens at 7:30 for breakfast. I'll buy you breakfast if you agree."

"Money?"

Brittany reached into her ample bosom and pulled out a hundred dollar bill.

"Whuh?" Santana gaped in wonder. "That wasn't there earlier!"

"It's from the emergency time travelling survival kit," Brittany said smugly. "Although I thought I'd stuffed more in there," she stared into the car in thought.

"In your boobs?"

"No, Silly. In the drivers seat padding."

"Whatever, we gots half an hour to look for more money in your bra and we could test the suspension on that car. Don't want to go through a vortex thing if the shock absorbers are busted." Santana slid off the hood and landed flush up against Brittany's front.

"Does this mean you agree to my awesome plan?" Brittany laughed at her wife's eagerness.

"I do."

McKinley High. 0800 hours.

"... And from then on every time someone opened their mouth, out spurted a rainbow!"

Santana and Brittany threw the doors to the school open their cheerios skirts swishing as they stalked down the corridor having been discussing Santana's dream the whole way to McKinley. Santana stopped suddenly and turned to look at Brittany who had been enraptured for the whole tale.

"So, what do you think?"

Brittany scrunched her nose with the effort of trying to picture Sugar. "She does look like both of us mashed up. She's super pretty and has awesome fashion sense."

"Oh my god, B!" Santana rolled her eyes. "It's not real."

Brittany frowned at her tone, then smirked. "Okay, so if it's just a dream, what you're saying is, you dream of having kids with me?"

"Well... apparently."

Brittany released their pinkies and instead hooked her arm around Santana's elbow. "We should check, just to be sure."

"What, that I can get you pregnant?"

"I didn't mean that, but yes we should check that too. We can just find out for sure if she's our daughter."

"No."

"It'll bug you all day otherwise."

"No, it won't. Just ignore her."

"But she's our friend! And what if it does turn out to be real?"

"What? Seriously?" Brittany scrunched her nose up and nodded.

"B!"

"What? It could happen. You should have more faith in your own daughter and in my mad time machine building skills, because seriously, how else do you think she got here?"

Santana shook her head in disbelief as they fell into step with Mercedes.

"Don't get mad at me. It was your dream and she's my daughter too so I can talk to her about it if I want," Brittany whispered loudly. Mercedes side eyed them curiously but thought it better not to ask. She really didn't want to know what they got up to at night or in their dreams.

As they bickered neither of them noticed Sugar entering the school not far behind them. She watched them with a smile in the midst of their heated discussion as she pulled her fluffy white ear muffs from her bag put them on then hoisted her bag onto her leopard print jacket shoulder and skipped down the hallway after the ex-Troubletone ladies.

McKinley High, Choir room. Midday.

Sugar was happily bopping her head slightly off beat to the music as she watched Mercedes and Puck singing in front of the glee club. As they were wont to do, her eyes flickered over to where Santana and Brittany were sitting together, Britt with her head resting on Santana's shoulder. Her eyes widened in surprise to find Santana staring straight back at her with what looked like suspicion. She gulped and turned to face the front of the room again.

Oh holy sweet hell. Alert! Alert!

Chewing on her lip she braved another glance only to get caught again, this time by Brittany staring like she knew Sugar was guilty of something. Sugar's heart began to race. She couldn't help it, it was natural to feel like she'd done something wrong when they looked at her like that.

So not fair.

She screwed her eyes shut and silently counted to ten then squinted through her eyelashes trying to appear to not be looking back at them. This time she noticed both Santana and Brittany watching her carefully. So not fair, she hadn't even done anything wrong! She pulled her furry hat down further over her eyes and moved a seat over to hide behind Finn's lanky, whale sized body for the rest of Glee Club.

Sugar was relieved to have slipped out of glee club before anyone else so as to avoid any unusual staring going on from certain people. She sang to herself as she rifled through her locker. "Locamotta. Whole lotta motta. Shuh-shuh-shuh-sugarrrrr."

A hand slammed against the locker next to her head. She jumped back a step, more startled than scared, dropping a car magazine, a bag of dots and a notepad. Without looking at the culprit she gaped in horror as her notebook fell open to a detailed schematic she had been sketching.

"What's that?" her intimidator demanded.

Sugar hurriedly picked up her stuff and clutched it tightly in her arms before answering. "Nothing."

Brittany popped her head over Santana's shoulder and beamed a happy smile at Sugar.

"Hi Sugar!"

Sugar couldn't help but smile goofily back. "Hi."

Brittany leaned over, draping herself around Santana's side having no hang ups over invading the two girls' personal space and stared at Sugar's belongings. "Why do you have an out of date magazine?"

"They're all out of date here," Sugar shrugged.

Santana's head tilted slightly as she paused to ponder that remark while Brittany scanned the cover of Sugar's magazine with avid interest. "Hey, is that an article on Deloreans? Can I borrow it when you've finished?"

"Uh, sure."

Santana shook her head in amazement. How was it these two teenage girls considered nothing of the fact that they were having a discussion on Deloreans like it was normal. "Why are you looking up Deloreans?" Santana asked more pertinently.

"Uh, I'm not? I picked up the wrong magazine at the dogs home while I was waiting for my chihuahua to finish visiting her girlfriend."

"Wow. I'm so sorry I asked."

"You have a chihuahua?" Brittany asked with interest. "Lord Tubbington, he's my cat, doesn't ever like going out to visit anywhere, even if I promise to buy him lunch."

Santana sighed as she noticed Sugar's interest become apparent in this random topic of conversation.

"You should come to the dogs home. He might get jealous and want to go with you."

"Anyway, as fascinating as this subject is," Santana hurriedly interrupted before they got into pet adoption fine detail and Brittany started getting ideas. "Troubletones meeting at 'Cool Mike's Ice Cool You Scream I Scream We All Scream For Ice Cream' ice cream parlour after school. Be there."

"But there aren't any Troubletones any more," Sugar bit her bottom lip in confusion.

"Yeah, well that's what the meeting is about."

Santana felt a mild stroke of guilt as Sugar happily agreed to be there after school.

McKinley High School, Stalking the corridors during class

Adult Santana tip toed down the deserted corridors of the school sweating profusely with nerves and jumping every time she heard a noise. She had painstakingly reached her teenage self's locker and quickly opened it to rummage around for some kind of disguise. A pair of Jackie O shades were all that would have to do.

"Hey, Santana. Nice spacesuit. Is there some weird Rachel Berry orchestrated, 80's glee thing going on I need to know about?"

Santana froze, shoved the glasses up her nose and took a deep breath. She shut the locker door and turned to face the owner of the voice.

"Uh I'm sorry, I thought you were..." Brad the piano player squinted behind his glasses. "Huh?" He muttered to himself and took his glasses off then reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a cloth to wipe them. When he'd finished polishing the lenses and replaced them over his eyes the hallway was deserted. "I gotta stop drinking so much coffee," he muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, Santana sprinted out of the school gates and down the road heading back to Breadstix. Screw this. She'd just tell Brittany it got too dangerous and they would have to double team it.

Breadstix parking lot, behind the dumpster

Santana sat in the Delorean fiddling with the radio and shaking her head in disbelief at the awful music the stations were playing. She couldn't believe she used to like that crap. It was just another reminder of what a shit hole Lima was. She hated the place and vowed she'd never come back. She opened the glove compartment and swore as the whole hatch pulled off in her hand and the contents fell out all over her feet. She looked up as a shadow dulled the light through the window to see Brittany leaning against the car watching with amusement as she tried to stuff everything back into the glove box. Santana smiled sheepishly and opened the door.

"Hi there."

"Hi, Gorgeous. Where's my sugar lump?" Brittany asked peering anxiously inside the car for any sign of her daughter.

"Yeah. About that."

Brittany folded her arms across her chest as a stern expression crossed her face.

"Brittany," Santana protested at receiving that look. "She's at school! Learning and stuff. We're supposed to encourage that, not drag her out of lessons whenever we feel like it."

"Try explaining it once again, why you didn't do the one thing you were supposed to do, why didn't you bring Sugar back with you?"

"There were like kids, everywhere, screaming all over the place. I couldn't risk them seeing me and discovering your super engineering ability and stealing the time machine and making us get stuck here, forever." She shuddered at the thought. "I forgot how much I hated that place and it smelt funny. And Brad saw me. And I got scared. And you weren't there." She pouted and fluttered her eyelashes hopefully.

Brittany sighed. "You're hopeless."

"Have you finished?" Santana asked, eyeing the huge duffel bag Brittany had placed next to the car.

"I got all the parts. Simple as, and it wont take long to fit them."

"Have I told you recently how freaking awesome you are?" Santana gazed at her wife in awe.

"Yes, it usually correlates with when you want something, but, you can tell me again." Brittany grinned climbing into the car and giggling as Santana pulled her onto her lap.

"I was thinking," Santana murmured in her ear. "We could finish repairing the car, and by that I mean you can, while I watch you and add helpful observations about how hot you look in that jumpsuit rocking the grease monkey look, then we can have that super romantic meal at Breadstix and then a super romantic night in a hotel with that super secret stash of money."

"There's only this hundred bucks left. It's weird, I'm sure I put at least ten thousand dollars in there."

"What?" Santana looked horrified, whether at the fact that Brittany had hidden ten thousand dollars in an ancient car seat or the fact that she had apparently lost it.

"Maybe I counted it wrong."

"Where did you get that kind of money?" Santana asked in shock.

"One of my prototype time machines didn't work properly, I think Sugar stuffed peanut butter in it one day while she was 'helping'. She was only three!" Brittany added in protest at the look Santana was giving her. "Anyway, the machine started duplicating anything that was put in it, so I thought it would be a good idea to put some cash in before destroying it. I blew it up straight after, just in case, because it might be really confusing to have a million Sugars running around."

Santana took a moment to picture that; a million Sugars. Oh dear lord, the horror, the expense, the constant power struggles. Then, realisation dawned on her. "Holy shit, Britt. That's where Sugar got all her money from! Remember? She was loaded back in school."

"She must have found the emergency stash in the car." Brittany frowned. "And is spending it like a teenager on the loose without parental supervision."

"We need to focus," Santana said seriously. "What I'm getting from this is, it's Sugar's fault we have to choose between Breadstix and sleeping in the car or, no Breadstix and a hotel."

"I guess... if you put it like that. Although I'm beginning to wonder if you're more worried about Breadstix than your own daughter."

"Breadstix it is."

'Cool Mike's Ice Cool You Scream I Scream We All Scream For Ice Cream' ice cream parlour. After School.

"Remember. Just to clarify, we are here to interrogate her not be nice and get ice cream." Santana stuck her arm out in front of Brittany, blocking the door to the ice cream parlour.

"A nice interrogation," Brittany prompted. "One like she doesn't know we're interrogating her. And we can still get ice cream though, right?"

Santana nodded absent-mindedly. "If that doesn't work we can try waterboarding her. Coach has pamphlets."

"San, be nice. Like you said, it was only a dream. It's not her fault if you dream about her. Do you often dream about other girls?"

"She's messing with my head. It's got to stop." Santana avoided answering the question and opened the door letting Brittany in first.

"Ohh can we do 'Good cop, bad cop'? Can I be bad cop?"

Santana shot her blonde counterpart a glare. "Seriously?" Brittany pouted and began to ramp up the look of dejection. "B, you're too adorable to be bad cop, you might scare me instead. Next time, okay?"

They entered the shop and made their way over to where Sugar was beginning to wonder if she'd been stood up, nervously sitting in a booth by herself. She beamed at the sight of the two girls. Santana slid into the booth but Brittany kept on walking calling back over her shoulder, "I'll go order."

Sugar faced Santana alone with wide eyes and a slight edge of nervous tension. "Where's Mercedes? Is she not here because she's on a diet?"

"What? Sugar!"

"Sorry, Aspergers."

"She couldn't make it."

"What about the other girls?"

"Couldn't make it. So, Sugar," Santana gave her a predatory smile emphasising the other girls name. "If Sugar is, in fact, your real name?"

Sugar's brow wrinkled with worry lines and her eyes widened as she stared in shock at Santana.

"I like it!" Brittany said with a mouthful of banana split as she sat down and handed round three dishes of ice cream. "You know, I always thought Mike Chang owned this place but he swears he doesn't and cant get us free ice cream."

"Is Sugar a nickname?"

"No, it's my real name. You shou- eep."

"You what?"

"Nothing. Aspergers."

"Is Motta your real name?"

Sugar gulped and began to look rather uncomfortable. "Why do you ask?"

Santana shrugged nonchalantly. "Just curious."

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Who's the president?"

"President Pierce," Sugar shouted out and raised her spoon in salute.

Brittany whooped and her and Sugar toasted with their ice cream glasses and did a little happy boogie in their seats. Santana watched them in astonishment.

"Smooth, very smooth."

"Oooh, can we get the 'Iced Everest' after this?" Brittany asked Santana.

"Whats that?" Sugar asked, curiously. "I've never been here before."

"Its a scoop of every flavour in this place with every topping they have," Brittany explained. "It's always too much for me and Santana to eat. We might finish it if there's three of us and if we do, we get it for free!"

"But what about the meeting?"

"Meeting's cancelled."

"So... Are you asking me to hang out?"

"Sure, why not?" Santana sighed, resigned to Brittany's unrelenting enthusiasm.

"Only if you want to," Brittany nudged the younger girl. "It'll be fun."

Sugar beamed at them. "Okay, cool."