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Okay, for this fic, having a very involved Co-Plotter has made me want to hold back any spoilers but I feel I need to reassure a few of you, there will be family reunions at some point, I just don't want any readers to get bored (I'm sure it's happened, we can't keep everyone happy :/ but if a tiny hint on what's to come can help it, I'll give up the info). So yes, just to reassure any who are wondering, there will be family reunions for Quinn and Rachel.
Posted: 16/1/13
Crazy
Puck peered out of the door; he looked across the white floor space. Rachel's car was still in the middle of the floor, but other than that it all looked clear. He had Beth on his hip as he cautiously stepped out onto the floor, leaving behind the noise of the chatter coming from the kitchen area and his fellow teen mutants. The lighting was still dim, but he didn't ask Fairchild to brighten the floor as he didn't want to draw attention to the fact he was out there.
He gently placed Beth in her playpen before he kept going, stopping at the slight platform that housed Rachel's suit
"Fairchild I want to see the suit" he said as he circled the platform, stopping with his back to the direction Rachel's car was sat.
"Access denied" As if the computer could sense his hesitance and the reason for the lack of volume in his voice, her own voice and reply only sounded from the speaker nearest to him, on the desk.
"Oh come on" he whined "I just wanna see it, I swear I won't touch it".
He didn't see behind him, shielded from view from the living quarters, behind the car, Quinn and Rachel asleep. Rachel flat on her back with Quinn resting partially on top of her and cuddled into her side, her head resting in the middle Rachel's torso.
"Access denied, Mr Puckerman"
Hearing the voices must have woken Quinn, she was too peaceful in her dreams with Rachel to have wanted to leave just yet. She blinked awake only to find Puck having an argument with the computer by the area the group would usually hang out.
"Oh, don't call me that" he cringed "It's Puck"
Quinn smiled to herself at his behaviour. She gently raised herself off Rachel enough to look up to Rachel's face. She nudged Rachel's shoulder to wake her. The brunette almost jumped out of her sleep as she flinched awake "Huh" she sort of asked as she found Quinn. The blonde pressed a finger to her won lips to signal silence then pointed to the side where Puck stood.
"As you requested, Puck"
"Can I see the suit now?" he tried again
"Access still denied, Puck"
"Damn" he muttered. The two girls who were still lying on the warehouse floor couldn't stifle their giggles as they watched him. He turned quickly, in fear he'd been caught but as soon as he spotted them, not too far behind him, his deer caught in headlight expression changed to a smirk "Nice" he said with an approving nod.
Quinn just rolled her eyes and with their time disturbed, rolled off Rachel too "You're such a boy, Puckerman" she offered her hand down to her girlfriend to help her up
"Obviously we didn't do anything" Rachel said as she dusted down her clothes "We're still wearing our clothes" Rachel felt that was necessary to add. Though really she was just saying that to extinguish any thoughts from his vivid imagination
"You two are no fun" he sighed before wandering back to Beth
"What were you doing out here anyway?" Rachel called over to the boy who was trying to make his escape
"Nothing, just taking Beth for a walk" he called back as he picked Beth up out of her playpen again, cooing at her comfortingly as he did so.
"You were trying to look at Rachel's suit we all saw it" Rachel heard Quinn's voice behind her, but it sounded like she wasn't standing
When she looked back over her shoulder she saw Quinn tidying the pic-nick set away "Quinn" she whispered harshly "what are you doing?" she crouched down next to her girlfriend and grasped her wrists to make her stop
"I'm cleaning up, we can't leave this here if" Quinn quickly explained. She was just trying to be helpful
"No, I'll take care of it, it was my date planned for you, after all. You go get changed and relax or something" she said softly
"Are you sure?" Quinn asked hesitantly, as her eyes finally met Rachel's
"Sure I'm sure" she smiled "Now go" she kept hold of her girlfriends hands as they stood up together
Quinn nodded then muttered "I'm gonna spend some time with Beth first, if that's okay" she asked carefully
"Sure" Rachel understood, Quinn had been away from Beth all night, despite being in the same building as her daughter she was having withdrawal symptoms. Rachel imagined she would get them too for Quinn if she was so close to her but unable to spend time with her... she didn't help herself when she kept herself busy long after everyone else went to bed, so she could work on the suits for her team.
She watched Quinn walk away, and stop by Puck who was still hanging around to take Beth from his arms. Rachel then returned her attention to what she'd set out last night "What do you want Noah?" she asked, when she could sense the boy still hanging around
"I just wanna look at it, the suit I mean"
"You won't touch it" she asked without even looking back at him, although it was more of a warning.
"I swear, I just want to look"
She sighed; he was like a persistent 5 year old... though the suit was pretty cool so she couldn't really blame him "Fairchild, Let Noah look at the suit"
"Of course Miss"
"Yes" she heard Puck childishly hiss
"If you just fist pumped you can forget it" she yelled again in warning, halting everything. She turned to look at him and narrowed her eyes suspiciously
"No" he shook his head furiously, as if he was afraid of her, or just afraid of what she'd take away.
"He did, Miss" Fairchild announced letting her boss know what had happened behind her back
"Snitch" the mohawked boy mumbled with a childish pout
Rachel just chuckled to herself "Fairchild; let Noah see the suit" she let up, wanting the boy to get to see her hard work anyway.
...
Quinn and Rachel sat at one of the work benches, hunched over as they analysed Mjölnira.
Fairchild was running Tina's blood sample to try and isolate the genetic information of her mutation. That way Rachel could hopefully find a way to apply it to a synthetic material and create an individual suit for the girl who was still hesitant with her powers. She wouldn't test the limits like Rachel would have liked, but when it came to their combat training she worked well in the team.
Rachel had already noted to destroy any leftover remains of Tina's blood and DNA... just in case.
But while Fairchild ran the test that Rachel had set up, she and Quinn were looking over the hammer, there wasn't really much left to learn, Quinn just needed to finish becoming comfortable with it and Rachel felt that if they analysed it together maybe she could help Quinn grow more confident with it
Quinn would admit she wasn't afraid of this weapon in front of them, not when she wielded it. But she was afraid of what would become of her with that power. Since Thora had been unleashed, there had been moments, with and without Mjölnira, when she'd been almost out of control. She knew what she was doing when it happened, but it was as if something or someone else had been fuelling her to do it. Anger and fear were the main ones that controlled her, when she had killed Judy and Leroy... and St James, and all those others in that Purifiers house that night.
She would work on that, she had to, she'd have to find a way place, a more tranquil one where she could learn to control herself better and not act out of those two emotions, otherwise she might lose control. It would be hard to accomplish and it would take time, which she could accept, she just didn't want to worry Rachel about these things, she had enough to deal with already.
"So, we know it's heavy, and what the inscription says" Rachel said after a long pause. She hadn't really looked at the instrument of war this closely before. It wasn't just a hammer, it had a hammer head and on the opposite side it was the head of an axe. She then felt like being stupid, she reached out and lightly ran her finger over the axe edge, pulling it away when it inevitably cut the skin "And sharp"
Quinn giggling next to her distracted her "That is the dumbest thing you've said all morning"
She shoved Quinn playfully in the arm "It wasn't dumb" she mumbled
"No, it wasn't, but you've been talking all scientifical since we came back out here" Quinn tapped her on the nose, trying to be cute
Rachel paused holding back a smile before finally saying "That is the dumbest thing you've said all morning" she echoed Quinn's words
"Hey" She yelped in protest. Now it was Quinn's turn to playfully assault her girlfriend, she went for a back handed slap across Rachel's bicep instead
"You said scientifical" she chuckled as she poked fun
"You ran your finger over a sharp axe blade and I was deliberately trying to be cute"
"Well it worked" Rachel leant over to kiss her girlfriend but stopped when she saw Santana miming shoving her fingers down her throat "Something wrong Santana?"
The Latina flinched before putting on the usual facade "Yeah you two are being gross"
With a sigh and an eye roll Rachel chose to not get into an argument "Get back to showing off your powers, to your girlfriend"
"You wanna fight Tin man" she folded her arms across her chest as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, as if to make herself look more threatening
"That I would pay to see" Puck said excitedly
"Yeah me too" Tina definitely perked up too eagerly
"Everyone settled down, that's not going to happen" Rachel told them, they had more important things to do... and she might hurt Santana. "Get back to the training warm ups I set you" they were just distractions really they didn't need to do them.
The 5 mutants groaned as they went back to what they were doing, which mostly involved doing nothing, or just sitting comfortingly with their other half, or in Pucks case his daughter.
"Now Mjölnira" Rachel said to get her and Quinn's attention back to their original task "We also know you can lift it, but Santana can't, you said"
"Yeah the night I arrived here, Santana tried picking it up but it wouldn't move from the table. Also when I went to pick it up the handle fell towards my hand"
"It did?" that was news to Rachel "Do you think it could do it again?"
"M-Maybe" Quinn shrugged as she watched Rachel climb off of the stool, a little worried about what the brunette had planned
"Let's try in then" Rachel said taking the safety glasses of the neighbouring bench and slipped them on all while taking a few steps back
"Why do you need the glasses?" Quinn chuckled away her nerves, momentarily distracted by Rachel and those goofy goggles again "Don't you trust me?"
"No, I trust you, just that thing is pointy" she gestured to the weapon still on the desk.
"Rach" Quinn giggled, Rachel was the bravest person she knew, she always had been. She was never afraid to do what she wanted, to be who she wanted to be, or get what she wanted. "You're not scared are you?" she stood up about and casually reached over to pick up the hammer, while still watching Rachel, when the handle met her hand.
Rachel stared wide eyed, fascinated as Quinn looked back at her own hand sharply. Like a magnet the handle was in her hand, she'd barely had to think about picking it up and there it was, doing the work for her. "Wow, do you think it might work over longer distances?" Rachel cautiously stepped closer
"I-I don't know" she let the hammer drop again to the bench with a clank.
"We'll test that later" Rachel told her as she came back to stand next to her girlfriend "I want to see something else first. You're really strong anyway, so that could be the reason Santana couldn't pick it up. But I was wondering if it's something different to that, if it only answers to you, like the words you heard when you picked it up"
When Quinn finally looked away for the instrument of war and to her girlfriend she saw a glint of mischief in her eyes. Quinn had a feeling she knew what Rachel was thinking. They both looked behind them to a certain distracted mohawked mutant
"Hey Puck" Quinn called over as she picked up Mjölnira. She waited a split second before he look towards her "Think fast" she chucked the hammer at him, putting it in a high slow spin. He didn't shriek and run out of the way like Mike and Tina who were near him. He just watched the Hammer fall with a smirk, as he positioned and readied himself to catch the handle before it could pass him.
Everyone watched in anticipating, Santana had a small smirk of her own, as if she could already see what was going to happen.
He reached out with perfect timing to take the red leather covered handle and expected it to stop its spin and journey. But that isn't what happened. Most of the other teens saw Pucks face morph from confidence to confusion and worry as the hammer simply took him with it, throwing him over, spinning with Mjölnira. His grip slipped after one flip and he ended up flat on his back, while the hammer kept going.
He let out one long strained moan of pain. That noise was followed by a loud thud and clank when Mjölnira landed. "What the hell just happened?"
Quinn came into view above him, then Rachel and those dame safety glasses, quickly followed by the rest of the group. "Sorry Noah we were testing a theory" Rachel told him with a cringe. Somehow she hadn't imagined exactly that happening, he didn't even effect the hammer.
"You couldn't a' warned me?" he groaned as he tried to sit up
"Sorry" Quinn cringed feeling a little guilty. She offered him her hand to help him up. She wondered if someone else, someone physically weaker than him, tried to help him up, would it result in them getting pulled to the ground rather than pulling him up.
The others backed away as he stood up with Quinn's help. Now knowing he was okay, it became more difficult for them to not laugh at the comical way he'd flown and flipped through the air before crashing onto his back.
"That's okay" he groaned again "Q, Rach, how the hell did you sleep on this floor last night?"
"I had Rachel to sleep on" Quinn answered without thinking. There may have been some childish sniggering somewhere from the others. Rachel didn't answer, not wanting Quinn to know she was actually in pain as the blanket they were on hadn't provided much comfort. "I'll just go get Mjölnira"
"No wait" Rachel stopped her with a hand on her wrist "See if you can get it to come to you"
She looked between Rachel and the hammer, wondering if it could really work "How?"
"I don't know Quinn" she chuckled "But it obviously only answers to you, what were you thinking about a moment ago?" That might be a starting point
Quinn pursed her lips as she thought about it "... not a lot... picking it up was at the back of my mind"
"Use it then, just focus" Quinn just nodded then took a step away from Rachel for her own protection "Don't over think it" Rachel added. Of course she didn't really know what she was saying, what experience did she have? Quinn just smiled at her... she didn't realise it was because she was still wearing those damn huge glasses.
Quinn let out a long steady breath as she focused on Mjölnira. She shook her head a subtly to herself, thinking 'this is stupid'. No matter what they'd already been through, Quinn still had trouble believing it was all real. She held her right hand out, palm down, open and stretched ready to accept the handle 'Mjölnira is yours' she thought to herself 'it was made by your true father' another reminder. She forced her mind a little more to accept and believe that she really could get the tool of destruction to move.
She didn't see everyone else continue to move away, which was a good thing in case it damaged her confidence.
With one final push in her mind the hammer flew from its position in the floor, handle first, as if it was levitating magnetically off the floor to her hand. There was some surprise from the others when it didn't even effect her stature. Puck had half expected it to knock her over, but that was him just thinking of his experience "what?" she asked cautiously when she saw all the others
Rachel ignored the indentation left by Mjölnira in the originally pristine reinforced concrete floor. "That was amazing, I-"
She was cut off by the synthetic voice from above "Miss, Miss Tina's genetic mutation has been isolated" Rachel's eyes widened in surprise, she thought it would take longer
"This is fantastic Fairchild" she left the group to go back to the computer "I thought it would take longer to isolate the genetic information" she quickly read the information on screen, while her group gathered round her. Some of them wondered if Rachel actually understood all the words and numbers displayed in front of her or if she was just pretending too "This is great, I can now make a synthetic material and hopefully also apply the gene to Para-aramid synthetic fibre" she looked back to find Tina to tell her the good news "The once I've done that I can create a suit for you Tina, a suit that will turn invisible when you do"
The group all looked at her, lost. Santana stepped up "I'll take this one" she told them before looking at their leader "Para-mara what now?"
"Para-aramid synthetic fibre, its Kevlar, the bullet and fire resistant material you wear under the leather" Rachel told the pair who she'd already made suits for, the further explanation was for Brittany's sake. She had realised about halfway through the first paragraph that she may have got over excited with a few bigger words
"Why didn't you just say that?" Santana sighed as if she had understood every other word anyway
"Whoa, hang on" Puck interrupted "That's where you got lost? I got lost at isolate!"
"When did she say isolate?" Brittany muttered still a little lost
Rachel face palmed while Quinn decided to have a guess at what Rachel had just said "Basically" she reached over and took the safety goggles off her girlfriend who flinched at the contact. She must have forgotten she was wearing them, the slight blush was evidence of that "she can change the material with Tina's DNA so that it will turn invisible like Tina"
"Exactly" finally someone understood her, and it was the only one who mattered.
"Wait so if Tina's suit and inside suit need to turn invisible... what about her underwear?" Okay and maybe Brittany did understand too.
"Um" Rachel looked to Tina who was stifling a shy giggle "I guess I'll have to figure that one out too" Rachel laughed mildly
...
It was after a lunch break that Rachel got frantic again as she set up her next experiment. She liked to work on the suits in solitude, so at night time when the others were sleeping was best, so she'd wait until then to continue that work and begin creating Tina's unique and special suit. The only downside was time away from Quinn but it was a temporary thing they had to deal with.
As usual the others joined her when she had nearly finished setting up this afternoon's apparatus.
The play pen had been moved inside as Rachel recommended she stay where she was completely safe. When she'd let the group hear her tell the blonde mother that they were all worried for what she had planned.
"I can't find the baby monitor" Quinn muttered next to Rachel making her slice her finger on the Katana blade she was clamping into place
"Shit" she hissed "That hurt more than the axe" She now had little cuts in the centre of the finger tip on both her index and middle finger on her right hand
Quinn gasped "Oh, god Rach I'm sorry, I'll got you a band aid"
"No it's okay, my fault for not paying attention" she waved Quinn away "Sorry what did you say about the baby monitors"
"Oh, um" it didn't seem so important when Rachel was hurt... at least this wasn't as severe as that night when Leroy tried to steal her technology "I can find the one I leave with Beth but I've lost the other one, Puck can't find it either. I don't want to not hear her and-"
"It's okay" Rachel halted Quinn's worry. She grabbed a cloth from her pocket and wrapped it round her new cut and then requested: "Fairchild, can you monitor Beth please, let us know if she stirs or starts crying"
"Yes Miss, I shall monitor Miss Beth, and notify Miss Quinn if necessary"
"Thank you Fairchild" She then smiled at Quinn "Is that okay?" she asked hesitantly
"Thank you" Quinn but her lip guiltily "Can I please get you a band aid?"
Rachel carefully pulled the cloth away from her hand to expect the damage "ah, yes please"
Quinn laughed lightly and shook her head "You need to be more careful"
"I will, I promise"
"Good" she got a kiss as a reward, before Quinn happily bounded off, happy that Rachel was letting her look after her bit, even if it would take minimal effort
"Rach, what are you doing with one of my swords?" Brittany asked getting
"I'm just testing another theory"
"Run away!" Puck yelped, seeing as he was a victim earlier when Rachel was just testing a theory
"It's not like that Noah. When I made the Swords I made them of a similar compound to my suit, I also made them incredibly sharp" she waved her hand in the white cloth which now had a patch of red on it too "I'm hoping to... compare materials" leave it to Rachel to remain cryptic even at a time like this
She didn't say anymore as she saw Quinn jog back over "Here" Quinn breathed as she held out two identical band aids "Hold out your hand" she told her girlfriend as she separated and unwrapped one of the flesh coloured fabric, sticky bandages. Rachel very obediently did as she was told. The brunette was a little amused by the glint in Quinn's eye, it was as if the blonde was happy she was getting to help her. She wrapped each finger, not letting the blood scare her. When she was finished she noticed Rachel looking at her expectantly "What?"
"Aren't you going to kiss it better" she asked innocently
Quinn just took her hand a pressed a soft kiss to each bandaged finger tip "You're lucky they're not any deeper or you might need stitches"
"It's just a scratch" Quinn still held onto her hand, gently stroking her own fingers over Rachel's injured ones making them tingle.
"Come on Berry!" Santana yelled
Rachel just let out a heavy sigh as Quinn dropped her hand and gaze, another tiny moment of their destroyed by the Latina, maybe she was jealous. "Santana if you do that one more time I swear I'm going to get my girlfriend to beat you up" She saw Santana retreat, only the tiniest amount but it didn't matter she knew she's won "Back to the experiment I guess" she sighed again before escorting Quinn back behind the safety screens she'd set up "Everyone behind the screens" she ushered.
Once everyone was in place she marched over to yet another work bench, one with a cupboard underneath. She pulled out a safety lock box, she found the key in her jean pocket. The teen's were more than a little surprised when she pulled a SIG Sauer P229 out of the box and a magazine
"Holy shit where did you get a gun?" Puck yelped "I'm not taking part in this one"
Okay, maybe Rachel did laugh at his reaction, so much for being the general tough guy who'd beat anyone up, and refer to his arms as guns. "It's okay Noah. I don't need any volunteers, I just need you to all stay behind the screen" she joined them behind the Perspex too. She'd left a gap just wide enough for her to look and aim through, just in case this went wrong"
"You're not thinking of doing what I think you're doing, are you?" Santana asked cautiously as Rachel slipped the magazine into the gun and cocked it
"I might be" she took a calming breath, she hadn't fired a gun before but it was simple mathematics and she could aim a hectic palm repulsor blast pretty well so she just need to clear her mind "Fairchild, start recording of test fire 1"
"Recording, Miss"
"Okay" she raised the gun and without warning squeezed the trigger, ignoring the pinching pain in her finger tip, and fired just one single round. They all saw the tiniest of sparks on the blade that sat suspended, maybe 20 feet in front of them. Rachel then released the magazine and released the round that had already released itself ready for fire. She then placed the three parts on the moveable table with wheels that she'd moved to behind the plastic screens.
She walked round to inspect the damage. She honestly expected there to be some damage to the blade, an impurity in the edge. She smiled to herself, there's no way she missed, it must have worked. She scanned the white floor carefully as she wandered further and further away from the Katana. In the end she only found one half, that was all the evidence she needed though.
She ran back to her perplexed team "What just happened?" there's no way that blade had stopped the bullet right.
Rachel just opened up her palm, of her uninjured hand. They all leant forward to see the round... or rather half a round that lay in Rachel's hand
"Whoa"
"Yep, it sliced it clean in two" she said quite smugly "I just want to test one more thing"
"You are not putting Britt out there" Santana shoved her way between Rachel and her girlfriend
"Don't be stupid Santana" she saw the Latina's shoulders relax, but that was before she added "Brittany hasn't trained for this yet"
Moments later, while Brittany calmed Santana, Rachel had her next experiment set up. She just grabbed two of the stools and placed them beyond the sword on either side. She may have wandered back and forth before she was happy with their placement. She then disappeared inside and came back with two empty beer bottles. She'd left them in a box with the intension of recycling them but she hadn't got round to that yet. Instead they could come in useful right now.
She put one on the centre of each stool before going back to the gun
"You're not going to hit"
"No offence Rach, but that's not gonna happen" Santana and Puck said at the same time, respectively.
"I bet she does" Tina said suddenly, mixing up the opinions in the room
"Really" Mike scoffed "Come on, its not gonna be reliable. She'd have to hit the sword at a really specific point"
"I bet 20 bucks she breaks the bottles" Brittany said confidently, besides if Rachel didn't do it, she wouldn't have a recording in her head to manipulate and then mimic when she needed.
"Me too" Quinn had no choice; she'd have to choose this side of the bets. But deep down she did believe Rachel was capable. She wasn't sure Rachel had ever fired a gun before... she was right.
"Okay, $120 all in, winning three takes all" Santana decided
"If you're finished I'm ready to take the shot" Rachel let them know, just in case there was a bad reaction to the sound of sudden gun fire. "Fairchild, record now for test two"
"Yes miss, recording now commencing"
She went through the same short routine of taking a calming breath before raising the gun and squeezing the trigger. Everyone flinched when the two bottles smashed and the green glass flew across the floor.
She may have been deadly accurate but what was scarier was that Rachel herself flinched the most at the noise from the gun. That's when Quinn remembered when Rachel told her loud and sudden noises scared her more than they used to... still didn't make sense how she was that accurate with it.
"Damn" Santana hissed "But that was a pretty great shot Rach" she actually admitted
"Aww thanks Santana" she looked around Mike and Puck looked half annoyed half impressed too. The other three just looked amazed.
They all suddenly heard a phone ringing, Santana sighed as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone "Oh great, it's my parents" she muttered before she put on a false attitude and flipped the phone open to answer it "Hi mom... yeah, why... shit... okay, sorry I won't swear" she started pacing while the others watched worried "No, I already told you, you don't need to- You're what!... Okay-" They saw her shoulders drop, meanig the call must have been disconnected. She pulled the phone away from her face and snapped it shut
"What's going on?" Brittany asked cautiously, worried Santana might snap if she was stressed.
"My parents are at the airport, just got off their plane they'll be back home soon"
"Crap" Rachel muttered, imagining how Santana was going to explain her house
"Yeah" she just nodded "They said the school phoned them to ask about my absence... I knew I forgot something"
"Since when does that school care about us" Quinn scoffed, then felt guilty as half the mean things she'd done had been over looked by the school, which had worked out well for her then... not so much after the pregnancy.
"I better get home" she headed back inside to get her keys and jacket. When she came back outside Brittany ran up to her
"Let me go with you"
"No, Britt" she took her girlfriends hands as she kissed her quickly on the lips, as if to take any courage Brittany would give her by being there with her instead "I need to do this by myself, and I don't know how they're going to react so I don't want you there in case its bad"
"But I could protect you" the blonde protested with big shiny blue eyes.
"I know you could Britt, but not this time" just in case, they reacted badly to anything she told them... which would be everything ... absolutely everything. "I'll be back before you know it, keep the others safe"
"I will" the eared her another, slightly longer kiss, but she didn't need to be empathic to feel how nervous Santana was, she could feel her trembling against her lips.
Santana then tore herself away from Brittany, away from her rock and made a quick escape before she decided to just hide at Rachel's base indefinitely.
Let us know what you think...
I know, a techy chapter, bit boring, it will liven up soon, I really promise this time.