I'm getting sick on top of trying to pack my gear for this move so I'm only halfway alive...lol. Anyways, stick with me, I'm promising right now that there will be no author's notes apologizing for this or any of my stories going on hold...I hate that and I'm not doing it to you, but chaps might be shorter than usual sometimes.

Errors are all mine

Enjoy!

Two days later, Quinn rounded the corner to Charmed and was surprised to find Rachel sitting at one of the outside tables a foiled wrapped plate in front of her. As she came closer the brunette head popped up and brown eyes peered at her.

"Morning Rachel?" She questioned stopping in front of the glass door and fishing in her bag for the keys.

"Good morning Quinn, I thought I should...I mean, I just wanted to apologize for hitting you, it was uncalled for, so I made you my patented, I'm Sorry cookies, which I suppose seems dumb since you clearly can make your own cookies...But, I find my actions truly regretful and hope you can forgive my violent act." She rambled rising and pushing the plate into her arms.

"So, yeah...enjoy and well...yeah..." She stammered avoiding her gaze.

"Don't leave, okay...come in and I'll make us some breakfast." Quinn smiled uneasily.

"I don't..." Rachel shook her head slightly.

"Just breakfast, no promises no boundaries overstepped." Quinn opened the door holding it to allow the smaller woman to enter first.

Rachel shook her head, but walked past her and into the sunlit cafe. Quinn's smile returned as she followed behind the brunette.

"Take any seat you like and I'll be back with some food..." Quinn hurried to the kitchen and started preparing a quick breakfast.

When she exited the kitchen almost thirty minutes later she was almost surprised to find Rachel seated at a booth. She had thought that the moment she went into the kitchen the other woman was going to run. She readjusted the platter in her hand and walked over to where her ex sat, trying to appear more confident than she really felt.

"I didn't know if you were still going to be here." She smiled uneasily and sat the platter on the table as she sat across from the brunette.

"Well, running away isn't really my style." Sharp brown eyes turned her way and then glanced down at the platter on the table.

"I deserved that." Quinn shrugged fiddling with a cut of pear on her side of the platter.

"No, you don't. I'm trying not to be so petty Quinn, but it's so hard to be completely forgiving with you right here in front of me. It was easier when you were wherever doing whatever." Rachel whispered taking one of the buckwheat waffles corners and putting some of the assorted berries on it.

"I wish I'd made a different decision…"

"Let's not rehash this, Quinn, what's done is done, we can't change it now." The brunette nibbled on her waffle and berries.

"I need you to know that if I could I would…"

Rachel shut her eyes tightly and the hand that had been holding her waffle corner clenched into a tight fist. To Quinn she looked like she was in a great deal of pain and she reached a hand across the table and tentatively touched the other woman's fist.

"Rach? Are you okay?"

"Bathroom?" The tiny brunette mumbled swallowing.

"Of course it's in the back down the hall, first door on the right." She barely got out as her ex took her fist back, standing and hurrying in the direction of the toilets. She stood up watching as the Jewish woman sped off unsure of whether or not she should follow or what was ailing the woman. After a few indecisive moments she followed the woman with a long stride, glad that there were no customers to witness the woman's sickness.

"Rachel? Rach?" She slowly opened the swinging door and found Rachel in the first stall kneeling with her head halfway in the bowl.

She stepped forward and held the woman's long brown hair away from her face and rubbed her back in small circles while the woman emptied her stomach.

"Are you alright?" Quinn asked after Rachel's vomiting had subsided and she managed to sit on the toilet seat heaving in air.

"I-I need to go home."

"I've got a futon in my office, maybe you should lay down first and I'll call you a cab in an hour or so?" Quinn tried to compromise not really willing to allow the sick woman out of her eyesight.

"No. I just—can you just call Artie?" Palm shaking the woman passed Quinn her cell phone.

"Um…I…Okay." She sighed not really understanding what the wheelchair-bound man had to do with anything nor happy that Rachel wouldn't really allow her to help.

She stood up and walked to the water cooler pouring a paper cup of cold water and stepped back inside the stall to hand it to her still heaving ex. "Drink some of this okay, your throat's probably going to be really dry."

She stood back up and paced the tiled floor as she listened to some random r&b song playing from Artie's phone.

" Your Awesome Roommate, what's going on?"

"Hey, Artie? It's Quinn…"

"Quinn? Why do you have Rachel's phone?" He asked and she glanced in the open stall at Rachel.
"She's-she's sick, Artie and she said to call you, but she vomited and she's now dry heaving in one of my bathroom stalls."

"She vomited?" Worry laced his voice.

"Yes…"

"Did she eat anything?"

"Not really, I'd just brought the food out and she was barely nibbling it, it came absolutely out of nowhere."

"I'll be there a few minutes, okay? Tell her I'm on the way." He replied urgently and hung up before she could reply. She looked from the phone in her hand to the woman slumped in the stall fought the urge to question her about the nature of their relationship.

"Come on, you can curse me all you want, but you're laying down on that futon until he gets here." She strode back into the stall and easily hoisted the smaller woman up and wobbled with her until she rolled her onto the black futon in her office, nudging the small trashcan so that it was near her head in case she felt the need to vomit again.

"I don't know what's going on," She whispered taking a seat on the edge of the futon in front of Rachel, "it's not any of my business I know, but you're gonna be okay, Rachel." She kissed the woman's head near her closed eye and got up with the intent of cleaning their mess and waiting for either Katie or Artie to arrive.

"Hey Bosslady." Katie smiled skipping into the cafe with a bright smile on her face.

"Stop calling me that, Katherine." Quinn groaned picking up the mostly uneaten platter.

"Katie. I like it it makes you seem like the mafia."

"But, I'm not the mafia." Quinn walked to the kitchen the blonde following.

"But we could be, right? There's no rule that we can't like start our own Mafia, Q." Katie smirked hopping on the counter top.

"I don't know, Kat, I don't know the underworld bylaws by heart." The older blonde worried her bottom lip between her teeth.

"What's up, Q?"

"Huh, nothing…just, just a lot on my mind." She shrugged at the younger blonde glancing at the door that leads to her office.

"What's in the office, Q?" Katie grinned hopping down from the counter and ducking passed Quinn, "Is it a puppy? Did you get me a puppy?" She bounced grabbing the handle and swinging the door open only to find Rachel asleep.

"A small—Rachel? Shitty present, Q…" Katie frowned, shoulders sagging slightly.

"She's not a gift for you…" Quinn sighed pulling the woman out of her office and shutting the door.

"Of course not, cause Rachel's yours, duh, Q." Katie rolled her eyes.

"She's not mine—can you just go out front and open the door, that's what I pay you for, Kat." Quinn shook her head as she pushed the other woman out of the swinging door.

"Q!" Quinn sighed when the moments later the door swung back inward.

"Didn't I just say go work?"

"Well, yeah, but when I went out there there was a robot man looking through the door, kinda freaked me out…"

"Robot?" Quinn arched an eyebrow and then she remembered something Brittany had said when they were in high school. "Artie." She brushed pass the blue-eyes blonde and out find Artie wheeling himself back and forth in front of the café.

"Oh, that's Wheels? He's kinda cute…you know for a cyborg." Brittany's sister giggled waving a few fingers at the man as Quinn opened the door and let in her old classmate.

"Hey, Artie, Rachel's asleep in my office."

"Sup, Quinn. Is that Brittany's clone, damn if she doesn't look just like her."

"I'm not a clone am I, Q? Like you'd tell me if I was like made from B's split ends or something?"

"Yes, Kat, I promise if you were B's split ends clone I'd tell you." Quinn sighed again and then turned back to Artie. "You're okay to take her right? Do you need me to come…or….?"

"No- - No, I've got it Q, there's an Access-Taxi waiting for us outside." He smiled, but Quinn just felt like he was hiding something from her.

"O-ok…I'll just go get her…" She shrugged feeling a bit useless, but she decided to push those feelings aside and went into the back gently picking Rachel up and carefully walking her out.

"Has she been sick?" Quinn queried following Artie out of the café to the awaiting van.

"Um…n-no..not especially, it's probably just a stomach virus there have been some things floating around and I think maybe Blaine might have passed something on from the kids at school…" He avoided her eyes as she settled the petite diva across the backmost seat of the van.

"You'd tell me if it was something serious, right?" She crossed her arms as the driver strapped the man into the lift.

Artie glanced down at his lap and then looked up into Quinn's eyes. "No. Don't take this the wrong way, Quinn, because seriously, I've got nothing but love for you, but when it comes to Rach, she's always gonna win. We've been through a lot together and anything she wants to tell you is her telling you, not me." He shrugged and Quinn honestly couldn't find a reply so she just stood there staring at Rachel in the backseat with a stern look of concentration on her face, until they drove off.

I had a little trouble with Artie's voice only cuz I think he's kinda of dorky hip...lol I also kind love writing Katie cuz she's like a more energetic pesky little sister, if your pesky little sister was Brittany.

Expect Quinn to rev up her game...no one likes to be out of the loop...

Ink