Hey guys! This new chapter isn't as long as the others, sorry about that, but I wanted to get it out to you guys. I hope you like this chapter, a little more insight into the characters and their dynamic.

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Rachel slammed into the bedroom and narrowed eyes glanced around. She couldn't believe that she was a prisoner here for God knows how long. Seeing the broken pieces of the chair next to the bed made her angry. Seeing the shiny armor near the open window made her angry. Somehow, even though the room was meager, everything made her think of a certain blonde. And that made her furious.

"Fuck her…" Rachel yelled out before collapsing on the bed. Hot, angry tears streamed down her face. The silence hanging in the room seemed to taunt her. Laughing, mocking at how helpless the tiny woman was. Rachel quickly wiped away the tears when she heard a soft knocking on the door.

Rachel cleared her throat, "Who is it?"

"Rach, it's me…" Brittany replied against the cold wood. A soft 'come in' drifted to the doctor's ears. Slowly, she pushed open the door and closed it gently behind her. Seeing her dejected friend sitting on the edge of the bed killed her. Oh Rachel.

Red puffy eyes slowly lifted to meet the concerned gaze of her best friend. She tried to smile, but quickly she felt a sob claw its way up her throat. She clenched her throat shut, fighting the urge. Her gaze dropped back to the hardwood floor as to not let her friend see just how distraught she really was. The bed dipped next to her and a comforting arm pulled her against a warm familiar body.

Brittany sighed and rested her cheek against the top of Rachel's head while the smaller woman composed herself. After a few minutes of silence and muffled sniffles, Brittany spoke up. "How are you doing?"

Rachel swallowed and looked up at Brittany, "I just…I don't know why this is happening to me…to us. I just want to go back, back to the way things were…"

"I know, I know you do. I want to too, but we can't," Brittany shrugged her shoulders slightly.

"Why are you taking this so well? Aren't you at least upset?" Rachel searched the blonde's face frantically.

Brittany shrugged, "I don't know. I mean…I've always believed in this kinda stuff so it's not much of a surprise ya know? Plus, I'm not leaving much behind…you are my family."

"Oh Britt…." Rachel chastised herself for being so inconsiderate. She wrapped her arms around the woman's waist.

"It's ok," Brittany smiled bravely, "that's the past. Don't get me wrong, I want to go back to work…..that's my passion. I want to help people and I want my simple life back. I want that lasagna you promised me!" she giggled and grinned internally at the smile on her friends face, "However, I can't do any of that if we're dead."

The silence was suffocating. Both women were being slapped in face with their own mortality and it was frightening.

Rachel looked down guiltily, "It's not really you. They're only after me…"

"Don't even say it, Rachel. There's no way in hell I'd leave you alone to deal with this. You're all I have left, and I will hold onto you with two hands." Brittany butted her head against Rachel's affectionately. "We are stuck in this together, get used to it. We are alive and that's all I want. I mean we have some pretty kickass bodyguards and we'll figure out a way to get through this…you know?"

Rachel nodded, although she wasn't as sure as Brittany, "I get it, I know I should be grateful that we're alive. I just detest feeling like….I have no control over my life. Just yesterday I had a sense of what I was going to do…what I was going to have for dinner…what I was going to do about my shitty ass car…Oh dear god my car! It's going to get towed…" Rachel paused….and then started laughing.

Brittany quirked her eyebrow, what da hell….Rachel's boisterous laugh was infectious though. Brittany snorted unattractively and giggled along with her friend. She didn't even know what she was laughing at anymore.

Rachel's chest wheezed as her laughter shook her tiny frame. She looked at Brittany and another round of giggles took over her body. She slapped her thighs hoping that would help her stop laughing but it didn't. She fell back on the bed and looked up into the canopy with a large grin on her face. Slowly both girls' laughter died down. Rachel turned her head and looked at Brittany.

"You're my family too," she stated simply with an easy smile. She bumped her shoulder against the tall blondes affectionately.

"I know," Britt replied with a large smile; blue eyes twinkling with mirth.

Rachel turned her head back and looked up to the ceiling. What would she do now? Her life was spiraling out of control and the only anchor she had was the woman next to her. In this moment, she wished she had listened to Brittany and had taken the long way home instead.

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Quinn needed space. She need time to center herself and meditate. The argument with Rachel unsettled the blonde much more than she had led her second to believe. She stepped outside to feel the warmth of the sun on her face, to let her wings spread out and flex, to feel freed from the suffocating atmosphere in the house. The sun was out, beating down on the pitch black wings but Quinn loved the feeling of the sun; pure energy hitting her body, warming it up.

With a jump, Quinn projected herself straight into the air and allowed herself a moment to savor the beauty around her. She dropped her mental shield and just took in how much life there was in this realm. How bountiful and beautiful life could be and how sad many couldn't even appreciate it. She flew up and settled herself on the roof of the safe house. She pulled up her shields again and tried to empty her mind. She let go of the residual anger that was left from the silly argument. She banished the memories that were lurking in the back of her mind that she refused to have resurfaced. Once her mind was completely empty, she took a deep breathe; then another. Once more, she dropped her shield and sent out pulses of her own energy to connect to natural field. Once her mana tapped into the field, she was able to feel an incredible surge of energy flow through her being as if she were a conductor. The feeling was one that words could not describe. In this state, she was part small part of something vast. She felt like she belonged.

Absentmindedly, Quinn registered the front door of the house opening and shutting below her. A swoosh of wings, and a soft thud landed next to her on the roof.

Santana breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly. The sun warmed the features of her face and she flapped her wings feeling the breeze caress her fine feathers. She looked over to her long-time friend and hated to interrupt her meditation but she had something she needed to discuss with her. It had been bothering her since the night before.

"Quinn?" her soft words drifted over to the blonde's ears.

Quinn pulled herself out of the field and sent her mental shield up. Hazel eyes languidly opened to meet Santana's; she merely raised a questioning eyebrow.

Santana's eyes looked forward and looked toward the tree line far across the property. "Last night….when I was checking up on Brittany after you left with Rachel something happened. The girl, Brittany, had an injury in her spine and I had to use my energy to sense where her pain was coming from," her eyes turned back to an intent hazel gaze, "needless to say, I was able to find out where the problem lay. But then…something weird happened. I was trying to figure out a way to help the girl, when I lost control of my mana."

Confusion clouded Quinn's eyes, "What do you mean you lost control?"

"I don't know. I just….I was sensing her….and then out of nowhere some of my energy zapped its way into her body. It was….incredible," Santana's eyes lit up, "I could actually see both of our energies mixing and becoming one. That's what healed her spinal disc. Has that ever happened to you?"

Quinn broke eye contact with her friend and closed her eyes. In her mind's eye she remembered things from long ago. "That….yes…that has happened to me. One time, long ago"

Santana hesitated before speaking. She could feel the unease rolling off Quinn in heavy waves, "Tell me about it?"

Dull hazel eyes met deep brown, "A long time ago, I came across a woman who had broken her leg when her horse had been spooked and threw her off. For some odd reason, she was out at night and the pain that clouded her vision allowed me to help her without her seeing my wings. Like you said, our energies mixed and mended the bone."

Santana had a feeling she knew who her Commander spoke of, but the words tumbled out of her mouth before she was able to stop them, "Who?"

"Sonya"

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