A/N – Wow, so I am blown away by your reviews, story alerts and even favourites! So thanks so much and please keep them coming.

As for the story, I hope you guys enjoy the slow burn that maybe (hopefully...most probably) ignites into something more. I think that both Quinn and Rachel have to learn to be friends and its difficult because of their past. Anyway, hope you like part 2.

My Future In Your Hands

You can't always get what you want

But if you try sometime, you just might find, you get what you need….

Rolling Stones

The drive uptown was relatively quick and Quinn spent it singing along softly to the random songs that emanated from her car's speakers. She really ever only did it when she was feeling nostalgic and would select the playlist of songs that defined her time in Glee Club. She even had the scratchy recordings of Regionals and Nationals performances but she still could never listen to those without a drink or five.

She drives her Audi R8 into the underground parking space and finds a lot relatively quickly. The clinic was located on the sixth floor and it's only in the elevator that she wonders who the mystery patient actually is. The file in her hands gives her enough information to provide a clinical diagnosis but Quinn's always wanted to do more, to ensure that the quality of her patient's life was also not affected in her quest to cure.

The chances of doing that here was slim if best because if the person in the file really needed their voice as it was before, then all she would be confirming was that the prognosis was not good. However, she knows that she'll not stop there because she needed to do her best for her patients and offer as much of herself that she could.

The clinic is all steel and glass and Quinn can't help but shiver, hoping that the rooms inside were a bit more welcoming because she didn't have the best of news to deliver. The woman before her was short, brunette and her mannerisms reminder her of…She shut that train of thought off as quickly as it germinated, not wanting to address something she could not fix.

"You're Dr Quinn Fabray? The ENT Specialist? I'm Marcie O' Brien, I'm her manager and I just wanted to say thank you for coming on such short notice and I need you to sign this before you meet her." The rapid fire speech pattern and hand movements were so Rachel that all Quinn can do is to nod as she takes the paper thrust out at her.

She glances at the paper and shakes her head. "I am bound by Doctor Patient confidentiality so this is unnecessary. " She can feel a small headache forming behind her right eye and she knows her voice is too curt. "I'm a doctor and I know that your client is probably scared and wants to protect her privacy. I'm here to help and not to sell more newspapers or get my face on TV. If that's not good enough, I think you will need to find another doctor." Quinn arches her eyebrow, as she stares down at the smaller woman. Truth be told, she wants her to say no because all this is getting too much and she's almost sure, she's not going to want to meet with Marcie's client.

"Ok, she's in the room third door on the right." Before she can finish, she sees Dr Fabray square her shoulders and stride forward. Marcie had wanted a bit more time to brief her because Rachel was well, Rachel. She was a lot to take in but in the end it was worth it and she hoped that the young Doctor would take the time to actually see that. She knew that Rachel was frightened and it made her pricklier than usual but she also knew that all Rachel wanted to do was to sing.

#$#$#$

"Quinn?"

That name brings back so many memories, none of them good that Rachel has to steady herself as she places her hands on the back of the chair before her.

Man Hands, Treasure Trail, Tranny, RuPaul, You make me sick, kill yourself…

Words that hurt and still do, words that she never said out loud but echoed in her dreams and played on her fears; Words that she spent over ten years trying to forget despite knowing that they've been ingrained in her memory forever.

Eventually the name calling and looks of contempt tapered off only to be replaced by cold indifference which surprisingly hurt just as much. Rachel had vowed to never let herself ever be so affected ever again and thought she had succeeded. At least until today.

Ever since she got to New York, Rachel Berry never met a problem that she didn't tackle straight on. Today was a day of firsts as she does not turn around, instead looking to Tina, as one words falls from her lips.

"No."

#$#$#$

Quinn had opened the door, her neutral expression firmly in place, expecting to meet someone else, anyone else besides the two people currently occupying it. She recognizes Tina instantaneously despite the short asymmetrical haircut and the fashionable high end clothes. However, her attention is drawn to the woman whose back is to her.

She had seen Rachel on TV countless of times and twice on stage, had flipped through magazines and driven passed billboards with her face on them. Every time, still feeling the twinge of guilt in the pit of her stomach that despite all she had done and said, the woman had achieved her dream.

She had almost tried to get in touch once, four years ago, screwing up the courage to wait at the stage door, hoping to cram ten years worth of apologies into a three minute speech. Her words all carefully picked out. Only she had left before the door opened, realizing that she was doing it to assuage her own guilt, not taking into account if Rachel wanted it or even if she wanted to see Quinn.

She takes a breath and sees Rachel's shoulder's tense, but she still does not turn around. The word is spoken so softly that Quinn thinks that it's just her imagination. It's fitting though because she knows that if she were in Rachel's shoes, it would be the first word of many, all highlighting the fact that she would want nothing to do with the woman who made her life hell in high school.

#$#$#$

Tina shoots up, as her arms encircle Rachel, just before the brunette's knees give way. She guides her to the sofa she had occupied only realizing her mistake when she hears Rachel's gasp as her eyes finally meets Quinn's.

She sees Quinn step forward and she's surprised at the different emotions that play across the ex-cheerleader's face. She can see fear, give way to concern and finally the neutral expression she recognized when Quinn first opened the door.

"Tina, I need to leave." She hears Rachel's hollow voice and feels her pull on her arm but cannot acquiesce because she's so pale and so unlike her Rachel that she finally acts, her snarl of words stopping Quinn dead in her tracks.

"Get the fuck out." Tina turns without seeing if her words are enough to get rid of Quinn because Rachel's fingers dig into her forearm. But that's over-shadowed by the diva's harsh breaths as she descends into a panic attack.

It's a scene she's never experienced since high school and even then, it was only the one time when Dave Karofsky had gone a bit too far with Rachel, only stopping when Puck had pulled him off her and flung him against the lockers. Then, Rachel had curled into a ball on the hallway floor, hyperventilating until she had passed out.

"Guide her head down, get her to do her breathing exercise, you know, the one she does before she sings. I'll wait outside." Quinn's voice is soft, her instructions clear and concise as she swiftly removes herself from the room, knowing that even if Rachel did everything she said, it was her presence that was the main trigger for Rachel's condition.

#$#$#$

"That was quick." Marcie's anxious voice cuts across Quinn's haze as she softly closes the door, before sagging against it. She closes her eyes briefly as she hears Alex's voice in her head, "you're a doctor now, so straighten up, project calm and confidence because patients don't know your MCat scores or if you graduated top of your class or barely made it through, all they know is what they see and you can't get them to do what you want unless they trust you."

"I am the last person Rachel Berry expected to see and I'm sorry for that. You need to go in and ensure she's fine. I can give you a written consult based on information from her file. I'll send it here first thing tomorrow morning" Quinn's not surprised that her voice is modulated and without a hint of uncertainty as she straightens her back, her head held high. Hiding your emotions and ignoring them were a Fabray tradition, the only thing her mother ever taught her.

I..I don't understand. Why is Rachel not fine? She hates crying in front of any of us. What did you do?" Marcie can hear the soft sobs coming from the closed room and even though she wants to go to Rachel, she needs to understand why the young doctor in front of her, the one possible person who could save Rachel's voice has also suddenly become the cause of her grief.

The answers are on the tip of Quinn's tongue, "I made her life hell.", " I called her horrible names because I needed to feel superior", "I was a bitch and took every opportunity to prove it to Rachel." Each statement correct individually and accurate overall. "Trust me. She won't want me to be her doctor."

"If she does, will you reconsider?" The question throws Quinn, not because she's not sure of her answer but because she doesn't even think that it's a possibility. "Yes, but…"

Marcie cuts her off again, her quick words so like Rachel that Quinn has to blink to confirm that it's not her. "Dr Young said you were the best and Mr. Llewellyn, yes, the Chairman of the Board of Trustees recommended you. They said you cared, that you took all available measures to protect your patient, that you treated the patient as well as the disease and that's what she needs." Her voice thick with tears now as she stares at Dr Fabray, before blinking them back. The young doctor could only nod, encouraging her to continue.

"We've sent her file to so many doctors. Some insisted on knowing who they were consulting for, others just gave cursory input, confirming the worse without even understanding the impact of their so called diagnosis. We need someone who cares. She needs someone who cares." She wipes her tears before entering the room, hoping that she can convince Rachel because a world without the voice of Rachel Berry was a world incomplete.

#$#$#$#

She can hear the blood rushing through her ears and Tina's distant harsh voice but all she feels is numb. The encounter sending her so off kilter that she's transported back to a time she'd tried so hard to forget.

"Why don't you like me, Quinn?" The question takes all of her courage but she hopes in knowing the answer, she can change the trajectory of their paths. Only Quinn never did answer the question, the cold liquid corn syrup drenching her being the only response the blond deemed she deserved.

"She's gone. Just breathe in and out, ok. I've got you and when Marcie comes in we can see where the doctor is or we can just get you home. Whatever you need." Tina's voice is so soothing that Rachel finally feels the warmth of her arm as she relaxes her grip on it.

She feels the wetness on her cheek and realizes she's been crying but isn't really surprised. "Going home sounds good but..I need to do this. I've tried to hide from it and we both know this is the one thing I can't run away from." She looks up, dreading the sound of the door opening but exhaling when she sees that it's her manager.

"I'm fine" Marcie's raised eyebrows causing her to restate her case, "I'll be better but it does not detract from the fact that I still need to get my consult, from the Specialist you and Mr. Llewellyn so kindly arranged for, regardless of how I feel emotionally. So please tell me the doctor's outside."

"The doctor's name is Quinn Fabray. Do you still want to go through with this?" Marcie sees her words hit Rachel like projectiles but miraculously, she does not fall instead, her eyes shut as her fingers again curl tightly around Tina's arm.

"She's still there? She..She still wants to do the consult?" She sees Marcie nod her head. Rachel's never believed in karma because she'd witnessed so many wrongs that had never been made right but she has to think that she's the one who's different now. That she's stronger than that sixteen year old girl in Lima and because of that, she can face Quinn and whatever she would throw at her. Hell, she needed someone who would tell her the truth about her condition and not worry about her feelings and the Quinn she knew would do that with relish.

"Ok"

End Part 2

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