A/N: Never in history have I gotten so many PM's from readers than I have for the last chapter. I honestly thought no one was really reading, even the traffic stats were low, so I decided to end it but then I got flooded with PM's asking me to continue, and I was contemplating for like 2 days and then I said "if you are able to write another chapter than continue" and low and behold I came up with this. You guys really showed me how wrong I was about ending this. After reading all those PM's and the reviews I was like :o! So I guess I want to thank you for giving me the courage to go on with the story. Much Quinncedes and Samcedes love to you all! And hooray for a new chapter! :D
Mercedes was going to kill Santana and her mom for making her do this. She didn't need this. Seriously therapy? She thought to herself. She was grieving. Quinn was gone; did she not have a right to grieve? She didn't need to be around other people right now. She wanted to be alone. But instead of taking another day off of work and curling up in bed while watching old video's of her and Quinn, Santana who Mercedes now secretly called "Judas" dragged her to a group therapy session. It was only going to be a trial run, Santana tried to convince her on the phone the night before. Mercedes said yes, but she knew she wasn't going to really go. That's when Santana came bursting into her house, made her shower, and went with her to her first therapy session. Mercedes kept telling her she didn't need therapy. But Santana knew deep down, Mercedes would never move on, if she didn't at least try.
They walked in together and sat down in the circle of chairs. Everyone else was at the table getting refreshments, including Sam. Who had no idea that he was going to run into the mean woman from the cemetery that he couldn't seem to get off of his mind.
The presiding therapist Dr. Moore came in and that's when everyone sat down.
"Hello everyone! I'm Doctor Moore. I see some new faces today, so I'm going to tell you what we do here, and then I'm going to ask you to introduce yourselves to the group."
Mercedes groaned lowly to Santana who nudged her with her arm, quietly telling her to shut up and listen.
"First of all I don't know if you've have therapy before but group therapy is different from one on one. This is an open space, where we can share anything with each other, but our rule is that no one outside of this group knows anyone else's personal business. We keep things open here, but out there we zip our lips like a padlock. Second, don't be afraid to share. No one here is judging you, everyone here has shared the pain of losing someone, so no matter what details, whether they are gory or horrific we will all listen with an open mind. Now, with that said, why don't we introduce ourselves hmm? You there, why don't you go first." Dr. Moore said pointing to Santana.
Santana just shrugged and said "What the hell!" to herself and began. "Hola people! I'm Santana, best friend to this girl right here! And we both lost someone we love. I lost my best friend Quinn, who happened to be Mercedes' fiancé."
Dr. Moore smiled proudly at Santana for being so open, and then looked at Mercedes. "So you two know each other? Mercedes is your name?"
Mercedes just kept looking down, not wanting her face to be shown. Dr. Moore caught on quickly and said, "Mercedes, you are here for a reason. You lost someone you truly loved. Just like all of us. I'm not going to force you to do anything; you don't even have to say anything. But if you could please pick your head up and look at the rest of the group? No one here is judging you. No one here is better or worse than you. Can you at least show us your face?"
Sam didn't have time for this... This woman whoever she was was disturbing the group. Why Doctor Moore felt the need to single her out was beyond Sam. She wasn't special, she only lost her fiancé... So damn what! He lost his sister! His kin! That hurt worse than losing someone you thought you were going to marry. At least to Sam it did.
Sam was going to say fuck it and get up and leave; He could always come back another day. But then she picked up her head and Sam immediately knew who she was. Dr. Moore smiled as Mercedes finally lifted her face and at that same moment Sam blurted out loud "It's you!" to Mercedes.
Mercedes looked back at the guy yelling at her and finally remembered his face. It was the "I know what you're going through" guy. She couldn't believe she would run into him here out of all places. After their meeting (If you could call it that)At the cemetery, Mercedes started thinking about how rude she was to him. She silently admitted that she may have owed the stranger an apology, but she never thought she'd see him again.
Quickly she said, "Look- I know I may have said some-" She didn't get to finish because Sam cut her off.
"Oh no! You don't get apologize now that you're in front of all these people! I've been racking my brain as to why a strange woman who knows NOTHING about my life would verbally attack me at a cemetery of all places, I couldn't fathom why you said what you said, but you know what? I let it go because I honestly I never thought I'd see you again, but now that you're here you should know: I DO know what that feels like. I lost my sister! Right in front of me! My pain never went away either! And just because you are a bitter harpy doesn't give you the RIGHT to take it out on ME!" Sam was breathing heavily as he stared Mercedes down. She felt like he was looking into her soul, she could see now the hurt her words truly cost and all she wanted to do was apologize to him. He deserved it. But before she could say anything else Sam got up, took his coat and stormed out of the room.
Santana looked at Mercedes then leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Who was that guy, and what in the holy Diablo did you do to make that man so mad?"
Mercedes got up and told Santana, "I'll tell you later." then she went over to Dr. Moore who had just dismissed the group for today due to Sam's out burst.
"Excuse me." Mercedes said to her.
"Yes?" Dr. Moore replied.
"Do you have all of your patient's addresses? I would like to know Sam's... As you can see we have some... Umm, unfinished business."
"I'm sorry Mercedes. I just can't do that, I'm not allowed to give out other patient's information."
Mercedes frowned and then looked over to Santana, who was listening to their convo. She had a certain gleam in her eye; the mischievous one, that Mercedes knew was a sign that she was going to help. Santana pointed to the table where all the files were kept and then she made her way to the Dr engaging her in conversation making sure they were far away from the table. Mercedes took that as her cue, and immediately ran to the table. Luckily there were only 20 people in the group so there weren't that many files to look through. And luckier was that Sam was the only "Sam" in the entire group. Mercedes took out her phone quickly wrote down his home addresses and phone number, put it back where she found it and then signaled Santana that she got what she was looking for. Santana quickly ended the conversation with the therapist, Mercedes got their belongings and they hightailed it outta there.
Laughing in the car, Santana said, "That was so mission impossible back there Cedes' I should call you 007 or sum shit!"
To Mercedes surprise, she laughed too, it was the first time in months that she found herself laughing and she added "Meh that was nothing like us in high school! Remember? Me and you before Quinn joined us?"
"Fuck yes!" Santana rejoiced, "We were awesome... Still makes me miss Quinn though, I mean we were a great team before you two started making out."
"I miss her too Tana... She always would keep us from killing each other. Now if you piss me off, who's gonna be there to keep my hands from your neck?"
"Or my hands from repeatedly punching you in the eyes?" Santana retorted.
Mercedes laughed dryly and said, "You know this therapy thing, it's not so bad, I mean... Maybe I should go you know? I love Quinn... Always will. But I'm holding onto her like she's still alive, but if she was, wouldn't she have contacted me or something? I'm being delusional San! I think I need this... I need to do this, to heal."
Santana just nodded and said, "I agree... Speaking of healing... What are you gonna do about Mr. Explosive? You aren't gonna actually go to his apartment are you?"
"I am. I hurt him San; I need to fix it... But not tonight, I've got a plan... And I'm not entirely sure but I think it involves baking." Mercedes smiled to herself.
"Oh shitt!" Santana exclaimed. "You making Mr. Explosive- Fish face a cake? What's next? You gonna suck his dick too?"
Mercedes slapped Santana shoulder and laughed. "Santana! What the hell are you even saying?"
Santana shrugged. "I dunno, I just think it's been awhile since Quinn died and maybe you and Mr. Explosive can work out your frustrations... In a different way... If you know what I mean." she raised her eyebrows as emphasis.
"I haven't slept with a guy since Finn. Me and Quinn have been together forever... I wouldn't even know what to do anymore with a man. Plus it's not like that, I just think that maybe he needs a friend, like I have in you."
"Mhmm Chica! I bet he needs a GREAT friend."
"Tana you are a mess!" Mercedes said laughing. Santana smiled at her best friend and said, "I know girl... Trust me, I know."
Sam had a whole day to think about his outburst and now that he let it simmer, he regretted it. He blew up in her face and called a grieving woman a bitter harpy. He couldn't believe he said something so awful to her, so he decided that at the next group meeting he would pull her to the side and tell her he was sorry. He got home from work and hopped in the shower, thinking over what he was going to say to her. Once he got out he was looking for something to wear in his room when his doorbell rang. He didn't get to put on a shirt but he managed to get his sweatpants on as he ran to his door. Like always precautiously he asked, "Who is it?" before opening, just to be safe.
"It's... Umm Mercedes, from group?"
Sam was so confused. No way was she at his doorstep! No way. He counted to ten backwards to see if he was just dreaming. But when she said "Hello?" again he knew he wasn't.
He opened the door to her standing there, holding a basket full of cookies and muffins.
Smiling, Mercedes said, "Hi, I know it's pretty late but, Can I come in?"
"Faster Lamia! Faster!" The creature screamed as Quinn tried to fight off three demons at once. One tried to attack her from behind, but she quickly ducked and blinked from the spot in front of him to the spot behind him. She smiled then tapped his shoulder, quickly killing him with a fire ball. The second one advanced towards her, with a knife he swung it around expertly and tried to hit Quinn in the stomach, she swept his feet bringing him to the ground, taking the knife out of his hand, and killing him effortlessly. The last demon was scared. Quinn or "Lamia" as they called her in the underworld killed both his comrades in less than 2 minutes. Quinn grinned deviously as she stalked him and said, "I save the weakest for last, always."
The demon backed up until he hit a wall. Quinn's fire ball grew bigger and she asked, "Any last words?"
"Yeah... You're nothing Lamia! He is lying to you... Don't believe him!" the demon said looking at the creature.
"FINISH HIM!" the creature ordered.
Quinn through the fireball and the demon descended into ashes. She quickly turned around and got on one knee in front of the creature and asked,
"Master? Have I done well?"
"You have been better than well Lamia. You are sublime, everything I hoped you would be." he ordered her to rise up and she did, looking him in the eyes with no fear like she had once before.
"What is my next task master?" Quinn asked.
"I have one final task for you sweet child, and then you will be ready to take on the mortal world once again."
"Yes master!" Quinn said excitedly. "I am listening. What do I have to do?"
"You must kill this demon. He is strong, and fiercely defiant. He was my protégé before you... He betrayed me. If you kill him, I will send you back."
"I have killed many demons master, I fear no one." Quinn answered.
"Good... You will need that courage going up against him. He will give you a good fight Lamia, so be careful... And use your newly acquired powers to out skill him. His name is Kraten, Traitor and betrayer. I want him dead before I see you again tomorrow."
"Yes, Master." Quinn said with a bow.
"Go now... Find him with your mind. We shared blood all three of us, so we are all connected. This will make finding him easier."
"I understand master." Quinn said about to leave. But the sound of the creature's voice stopped her once again.
"Oh Lamia..." He said.
"Yes Master?" Quinn asked
"Do not fail me, or your soul will spend eternity... In hell."
I will not fail.
"Yes master. I promise, I will not fail."
small a/n: do you think Quinn can do it? let me know! oh and i know i promised samcedes is endgame don't worry they still are but what do you guys think? quinncedes or samcedes? i wanna if you are open to either or pertaining to "sexual situations."
i'm rambling! anyway, until next time- Melle