Quinn woke up the next morning with a killer headache. She grumbled as she rolled over, covering her eyes with her hand. She wasn't sure whether the pain was caused by her drinking yesterday, which would be a first, or if it was the snowball to the back of the head. She shook her head, which made the darkness behind her eyes spin. The snowball couldn't have been it either; she had been hit with far worse and had suffered no short term consequences.

Groaning she sat up and slowly opened her eyes. The room spun but she remained sitting, determined it would past. After a couple seconds she pushed herself to her feet, the world having finally righted itself. Slowly she stripped out of yesterday's clothes, which she had worn to bed, and changed into fresh ones. As she was pulling her garments there was a knock on the door. She winced, the noise sounding louder than usual. "One second!" she called, though her voice was quiet than she intended. Looking at the shirt in her hands she realized that she would have to cut holes for her wings in this one too. Grumbling and muttering to herself she pulled on her dirty shirt and went to the door.

Opening it she found Jake standing outside. "Hi!" he said cheerfully, and Quinn winced. He frowned. "What's wrong? You ok? Did you sleep alright?" Quinn shielded her eyes from the brightness of the hallway and took a step back. "It's so dark in there. How do you see? Or do you just feel your way around or something?" Jake asked, stepping through the doorway. Quinn frowned slightly. "I like the dark better," she mumbled. Running a hand through her hair she glanced around. "What's up?" she asked.

Jake smiled. "Just wanted to be the one to wake you up. Mark and I raced but I got to the stairs first so I got to do the honors." Quinn blinked, her eyes widening a little. Jake had beat Mark in a race? Mark was the fastest person Quinn knew, besides herself. He could easy match her on flat ground but he was faster than her going uphill. "But you have wings so it doesn't matter," he would always comment.

Quinn sighed. "Well I just woke up," she replied. Jake laughed. " I can see that." Quinn muttered under her breath. "What time is it?" she asked.

"About noon." Quinn froze. "Noon?" she asked. Jake nodded. "Mark was astonished as well. Well actually he was more worried. He came up here to check on you around nine to make sure you hadn't run off or died." Quinn smiled slightly. "Died?"

"Yeah." Quinn laughed quietly. "Great," she mumbled. "Well I'll be down in a minute, just let me change. Then… Um…" She ran a hand through her hair again. "What are we doing? I mean, you probably have something planned today."

"Don't you?" Quinn paused, then remembered her discussion with Mr. Xavier the night before. "Oh yeah…" She sighed and stuck her hands in her back pockets. "Alright. Well then… I'll be down in a couple minutes." Jake smiled and nodded. "Great. See ya!" Then he darted out of the room and Quinn heard him sprint down the stairs. "It's like he's on a never ending sugar high," she mumbled, shaking her head.

She sighed as she fished her belts out from her bag and began strapping her reluctant wings back. "Sorry," she whispered as she buckled the last belt. Then she pulled her shirt on and started unzipping pockets, looking for her wallet. After finding it she grabbed her jacket from the floor next to her bag, shoved her wallet in one of its many pockets, and headed downstairs.

The minute her feet hit the bottom of the stairs Mark was on her, hugging her tightly. She squirmed and tried to push him off but her arms were pinned to her sides. "God Quinn, don't scare me like that!" Quinn sighed and continued to try to pull away. "Jake already told me about your fears," she said. Mark pulled back, still holding onto her shoulders. He stared into her eyes, like he was looking for something, and Quinn felt a shiver run down her spine. "Quinn," he said, his voice so quiet that only she could hear him. "Do you remember anything from last night?" Quinn's eyebrows met in confusion. "What are you talking about?" she replied, her voice equally quiet.

"Never mind." He pulled back and turned away but Quinn caught his wrist. "No, what?" Mark shook his head. "Forget it, it doesn't matter." She narrowed her eyes and he rolled his. "You know you're not going to get it out of me." Quinn let his wrist go and crossed her arms. "So you ready to go out today?" h asked.

"Are you asking me about last night 'cause I said something?" Mark blinked. "You knew I came…?"

"You left the door open." Mark sighed, smiling, and laughed quietly. "Oh, yeah." Quinn nodded, tapping her fingers on her arms. "So why are you asking?" Mark shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "You just said some stuff, I was wondering if you remembered your dream."

"I never do, you know that."

"I know it's just… Forget it. It's nothing." He smiled and Quinn looked away. "So are you ready for-" A siren cut him off.

AN: I know the ending is kinda crappy... it just kind of ended. I apologize. I didn't want to make the chapter too long so I had to cut it. Grr. This chapter bugged me... I have total writer's block and I HATE IT! I know what to write for this story but I just can't seem to make it happen... *sigh*

Have a great weekend!