A/N: Been on holidays! Sorry guys! Thanks for the reviews again!

Chapter 6
"Doctor Jones"

Quinn could remember the first time she realised she wanted to be a doctor. She was an avid swimmer in her few years before cheerleading and was training for an event that would take place the afternoon of the incident. She was only eleven but she knew what to do if there was an incident in the pool. She was on her fifth lap when she looked up from the water to find one of her friends had slipped off the edge and hit her head, knocking herself unconscious. It took Quinn a second to realise what she had to do.

She swam over, grabbed her friend and pulled her out of the pool. In half a minute she had her out of the pool and was starting compressions. She had no idea what she was doing; the adrenaline was pumping through her and soon after her friend was coughing out water. It was that moment that Quinn realised that she wanted to feel that rush, that rush of saving someone as many times as she could.

She was doing it right now.

Ever since she left Sam's bed when he fell asleep last night, she was on call. She was mostly running in and out of his room whenever she got paged, but she met a young boy by the name of Alfie. He was from England, named after that movie with the younger Michael Caine, which was strange because Alfie was a well-known player… but other than that he had managed to cut his artery in his neck. Quinn had her hand on it, her body hunched over his as she tried to hold on as they carted them both to the OR. The thrill of saving someone always made her blood pumping, it always made her feel so alive.

She was walking back down to Sam's room when she felt someone's hand grip her wrist, pulling her somewhere. She looked up just as she caught the sight of Puck's Mohawk closing the door to an on call room and locking it.

"You're fucking an attending?" He asked bluntly, his hands on his hips. Quinn just stared at him, her eyes wide.

"What?"

"All this time, you were fooling around him? Are you fucking crazy?" Puck whisper yelled. Quinn just frowned, pushing the loose strands of hair out of her face. Quinn was pretty sure she looked pretty crazy at the moment.

"What? Why are you even doing this?" Quinn said back in the same tone. Puck just swallowed, sort of going silent for a moment. Quinn's jaw went slack. Did he have feelings for her?

"You just said for a fuck, you can't go back on your word!" Quinn stepped forward and Puck shook his head.

"You can't stay with him, you'll know what will happen." Puck murmured, his eyes stern. Was he threatening her?

"I don't understand what you want from me. You wanted sex and you got it, don't tell me you want more when you know you can't." Quinn stepped forward again till her finger was touching his chest. It was warm, way too warm. She could almost feel his body heat against her, that's how close she was.

"He's bad for you, Quinn. He's gonna leave you again." He murmured, his voice thick with desire. God, Quinn wanted not to feel compelled but it was hard not to. His hazel eyes were boring into her eyes and it was hard not to look away.

"No. I don't care. You don't get to care." Quinn tried to sound angry but her voice was weak, it wasn't loud enough. It wasn't strong enough.

"Hell I don't." Puck muttered before kissing her roughly, his hands cupping her cheeks. Quinn froze, all of her senses telling her to give in. Her eyes closed and she imagined herself for a moment with Puck. Messy on call room hook ups. Staying at his place for the night then leaving in the morning. All she could picture was sex and that's not what she wanted. She thought she did, but after everything with Sam she couldn't see herself like that.

Then her brain told her no.

Her hands found his chest and she pushed him back, panting for air. Puck stared at her, his breaths coming out in heavy gasps.

"You kissed me back." Puck gasped. Quinn shook her head, swallowing as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

She did not.

She just stood there while he assaulted her mouth.

"I did not. Now leave me the fuck alone." Quinn muttered, tugging him away from the door so she could make her way our. When she stepped out she saw Rachel down the hall with pursed lips. Quinn clenched her jaw and walked off in the opposite direction towards Sam's room, breathing deeply to try calm down.

When she walked into his room she smelt perfume. Chanel no. 5, to be exact, because it was what her mother wore every day of her life. Quinn spun around, looking for the source to find a woman with blonde hair to her shoulders sitting on the couch. Quinn's head snapped up to look up at the bed to find Sam asleep.

"Ma'am?" Quinn murmured, slightly confused. The woman looked up and Quinn saw it. Sam's eyes. Quinn dropped Sam's chart that she had picked up, waking Sam up with start as it clattered loudly on the floor.

"Fuck- what?" Sam muttered, rubbing his eyes as he looked around the room. Quinn was staring at the woman and the woman was staring right back.

"Mum?" Sam murmured.

"Mum?" Quinn repeated, her voice barely audiable. The woman just smirked, standing as she put her blackberry back in her bag. She walked over to Quinn, picked up the chart and started to read through.

"Interesting, Samuel."

"Mum, what are you doing here?" Quinn heard Sam ask, but Quinn could barely keep her eyes off his mum.

Sam's mum was a goddess. She was dressed in a white business shirt and high waisted beige pants. Her heels where higher than any that she had seen before and were a bright shade of red.

Quinn swallowed.

Hard.

Quinn turned to look at Sam whose eyes were wide. Then she remembered. Felicity Evans, known for delivering two babies that were born inside two different uteruses in the same woman with not even a hiccup in the surgery. Quinn's jaw went slack. She was in royalty. Sam was a son of surgeon royalty?

"See, she's just got it." She heard her say in an amused tone and Quinn shook her head, trying to compose herself.

"Dr. Fabray." Quinn murmured, her voice a little shaky as she reached out her hand. Dr Evans just smiled back at her, shaking her hand. It was soft, delicate but also firm. What was she in for?

"Dr. Evans, but I'm quite sure you've guessed that by now." Quinn just nodded, letting their hands drop. Quinn snuck a glance at Sam who was watching the exchange with wide eyes. She wanted him to say something. Anything. Maybe introducing her as his… girlfriend? Lover? No that didn't make any sense.

"So a severed artery, I hear?" Quinn nodded, clearing her throat.

"Subclavian." Quinn verified, wanting to impress her. Sam's mother just nodded, still flipping through his chart.

"Who operated on him?"

"Dr Tyler with the help of Dr Hudson."

"Finn? Oh such a nice surgeon. I'll have to say Hi later." Quinn watched as she moved to sit down on the couch and Quinn turned to look at Sam. He was staring at Quinn.

"Say something!" Quinn mouthed at him and Sam looked at her, his eyes filled with fear. It was strange though, because Sam said he had no family. That there wasn't anyone worth to call but his mother? You would definitely think that would be important.

"Like what?" He mouthed back and she rolled her eyes, turning to look back at his mother. Quinn now knew where his good looks came from. She now wondered what his father looked like.

"I'm surprised that you chose Wesley of all places, Samuel." She murmured, still flipping through Sam's chart. Quinn stood, licking her lips as she watched her.

"Can you check his EKG please?" Felicity asked and Quinn nodded, stepping over to his monitor and grabbing the piece of paper that fed out the results.

"How did she know I was here?" Sam whispered.

"I don't know. I was told you didn't have any family." Quinn said curtly, a little bit annoyed.

"Come on Q…" Sam whispered and she snapped her head up to look at him. He looked so weak, so hard to get mad at. She clenched her jaw and looked over at his mother who was watching the exchange.

"It's fine." Quinn said and his mother raised an eyebrow at her. She was about to get up when the Chief came in. Quinn let out a heavy sigh and moved to make her way out of the room.

"Felicity! Such a pleasure." Chief Brown said and Quinn watched as they hugged. He hugged people? "Oh wait, Quinn stay." Quinn haltered, trying her hardest not to look annoyed. He knew her first name? Great.

"Felicity, this intern here is the reason your son is alive." The Chief said proudly. Quinn raised an eyebrow. What was he doing?

"Oh is that so?" Felicity murmured, looking at Sam before looking back at Quinn. "School?"

"Brown." Felicity frowned a little.

"Class ranking?"

"First." Felicity smiled then and Quinn felt like she was being interrogated.

"How long have you been an intern?"

"Almost two months."

"How long have you been sleeping with my son?" Quinn's eyes went wide.

"Mum!" Sam shouted from the bed. Felicity just looked at Quinn with an amused expression, pushing back a strand of her hair behind her ear. Quinn looked at them both, swallowing. She felt herself go extremely red.

"I've got... patients." Felicity just nodded, her smirk still there. Quinn looked at Sam, her eyes narrowed before leaving the room.

God that was torture.

Quinn found herself being paged just as she left the room and was led to the ER. Thank goodness, as far away from the Evans family as possible.

Nothing interesting was in the E.R though, just a woman managed to cut her hand while cooking. Quinn sat down by her and gently pulled her hand onto a table, starting to clean the wound.

"Dr…?" The woman said, Quinn looked up at her with a small smile on her face.

"You can call me Quinn." She said before turning to look at her chart, quickly looking for her name and gave up knowing she would be gone soon.

"I think I know you from somewhere." Quinn shrugged as she cleaned the wound, licking her lips as she focused.

"Maybe that's the pain speaking, you need some painkillers?" Quinn asked, looking up at her. Then Quinn made the connection. Pre-Quinn best friend. She was from her Lucy days. Quinn swallowed and gave her some morphine.

"No, you're really familiar." The woman continued, but Quinn kept her head low as she worked on her hand. Putting in the stitches.

"Dr Fabray… Lucy Fabray?" The woman asked and Quinn let out a sigh, looking up at her.

"Hi Tay." Quinn murmured, starting to wrap up the wound. Tay, good ol' Tay. She had known her since pre-school and then onto her years in middle school. Tay had lost a lot of weight since Quinn saw her last. God, it had to be ten years. Tay wasn't the very good-looking type, but still she was a good person.

"Quinn!" She looked up to see Puck calling her, making her frown.

"Quinn?" Tay asked, her very plucked eyebrows shooting up.

"Excuse me Tay." Quinn murmured, dropping her utensils and walked over to where Puck was calling her. She stepped into the trauma room and there was blood everywhere. Quinn had seen so much blood over the past few days she was sure that she had seen almost every blood type.

"Think you can help?" Puck asked and she looked up. He brought her a badly beaten up guy for what? He never brought her things; he usually stole them all to himself so that he could get the cool surgery later on. This was a bribe. She pursed her lips and shook her head.

"No, I'm busy." Quinn muttered before getting out of there and back to her old friend.

Tay was nice, Tay was kind but she was also naive. She believed in the big love, the big fairytale ending when really, it wasn't going to happen. She tried to get Quinn to believe in it, but Quinn had been through too much to actually believe she could wind up happy. It actually scared her now that Sam made her happy, that she might be able to happy for once.

"Lucy, you've changed so much." She heard Tay in that voice that was concerned but also scared.
"Why are you in L.A?" Quinn asked, trying to finish this job as soon as possible so she could get her out of here and never see her again.

"Dad got remarried and relocated just after you moved." She murmured. Quinn could remember their afternoons just talking about boys and moves and endless loves. Now Quinn had changed so much she felt like she wasn't even that person anymore.

"How come you're Quinn now? How come you never called?" Quinn let out a groan, finishing as she wrapped her hand up. Now she regretted not going with Puck.

"I wanted to start fresh." Quinn said bluntly, may as well get this over with.

"And what, leave everything behind?"

"Basically? Yes." Quinn murmured, pulling off the sterile gloves as she gave Tay something to sign.

"Didn't I mean anything to you?" Tay asked as Quinn stood, folding her arms over her chest.

"Tay. You have to believe me that when I say it wasn't you. I wanted to start fresh, I wanted to forget Lucy and I did forget her and unfortunately you were apart of my Lucy life. So end of story." Quinn murmured, walking over to the desk where Tay had to sign some more forms. "Just go on living that I'm still Lucy some place, some where." Quinn signed some more forms before leaning forward to give Tay a hug.

"You can find me here if you really want to talk, but I'm not up to it. I'm sorry." Quinn murmured before walking off. She felt horrible, she really did. She felt like one of the worst friends on the planet but to even think of Lucy again made her feel sick to her stomach.

She felt her page go off and she groaned. All she wanted to do was to go lie down for a while.

911.

Sam.

Fuck.

She went to the nearest stairwell and climbed till she got to the fourth floor. She almost tripped over a nurse when she got to his room but managed to find him sitting up in bed, his eyes on the door.

"What?" Quinn said in a breathy voice, her lungs actually ached from the stair climb. Sam looked normal. No blood, no nothing. She looked up at his monitor. Steady heart beat, everything perfectly fine.

"You paged me? A 911?" Quinn said as she tried to regain her breath, walking over to the monitor just to make sure. God she could topple over just from the small amount of exercise.

"You look like you just ran a marathon."

"I ran up four flights of stairs, Sam!" She said, almost shouting.

"My mum finally left and I wanted to talk to you." God! Men! Quinn rolled her eyes and went to grab his chart.

"You're unbelievable."

"Come on."

"First you tell me that you have a non-existent family. Then secondly, your mum shows up and happens to looks like a judge on Top Model and then next you page me a 911!" Quinn whispered yelled. He rolled his eyes at her. God really? Did he just really roll his eyes?

"She's Felicity Evans, would you want to associate yourself with that woman?" He said and Quinn had to roll her eyes. She was still out of breath and she wasn't in the mood for arguing with him. "It's like you and that Lucy thing." That sucked the breath out of Quinn. She looked up at him, her eyes narrowed angrily.

"That Lucy thing has no, no connection between your inability to tell me anything and me telling you something that I never want to bring up." Quinn said as she let the chart clang against the bed.

"Bring up what?" She heard and it was Felicity. Quinn closed her eyes, let out a breath and turned to look at her with a smile so fake Quinn was pretty sure she was going to explode.

"Nothing. Now I have work to do, so I'll check on you later." Quinn said in a very condensing tone as she left the room. She didn't want to deal with his perky mother and his sullen boyfriend attitude.

Quinn walked through till she found an empty on call room, trying to find some place where she could think. Where she could sleep and unfortunately this was interrupted when Santana came in, throwing off her coat and lied down on the bed beside her.

"I hate attendings." She muttered, crossing her arms over his chest. Quinn had to laugh, it was just so ironic that she was thinking the same thing.

"I hate being an intern." Quinn murmured back, looking over at Santana.

"How's Sam or should I say Dr. Evans?" Santana asked, pulling an apple out of her pocket and started to chew.

"Alive. His mother came in." Quinn muttered, looking at the ceiling. She felt Santana's eyes on her as a sign to continue. "Just happened to look like, oh I don't know, Kate Winslet and has the brains of some genius."

"So what, it's his mother." Santana commented, her mouth full.

"Yeah but… I'm me. I can't impress Kate Winslet by being me. I can imagine us getting wedding and she's standing there ready to kill me as the priest asks if anyone wants to object to the bloody marriage." Quinn murmured, looking over at Santana who rolled her eyes. She watched as Santana sat up and swallowed.

"Yeah, but you're hot and smart. Plus he chose you. You were there when he needed someone, so that means something, right?" Quinn sighed at Santana's words, nodding as she looked back at the ceiling.

"He told me had no family. Like, no one, and just magically she shows up without a word to me. "

"He's a boy who nearly got his arm chopped off, give him a break." Santana murmured as she chewed her apple. Quinn could hear each crunch and it drove her insane. "Plus his brain is in his penis, so just give him a while before something clicks."

Quinn had to laugh at that. Santana knew what to say at the right time, even though they barely knew each other. It was strange they had stuck up for each other throughout the intern course, without even knowing anything about each other.

"Can I ask you something?" Quinn asked, turning her head to look at Santana.

"Maybe." Santana muttered, her eyes closed as she chewed. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Why do we get along so well?"

"Because we're hot, we like to fuck and we both know we're the only ones who can get out of this alive."

"True." Quinn agreed, lying back down as she closed her eyes.

"Plus you seem cool." Santana murmured and Quinn felt a little bit of awkwardness in her voice. She tried her hardest not to laugh.

"Yeah, you're cool too."

"Don't say cool." Santana said, her voice flat. Quinn just smiled.

"Okay."

I didn't want to leave it to a cliffhanger cause I've tortured you poor souls too much, but don't worry! Drama lies ahead!

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