And another just to show you guys I've been writing...excuse all my errors my comp has been giving me some issues with editing so all of this and the other chap were written on my phone...yay phone?

Enjoy!

Quinn sat hunched over the articles that Brittany had printed out for her trying to figure out what had happened to her family after her death. She'd ordered them as chronologically as possible and placed them in three piles across her small kitchen table, one for Russell, one for Judith, and one for Fran. Brittany lay on her bed with her legs swinging looking through old videos on her laptop. Or at least she had been, but Quinn was pretty sure that the girl was asleep.

She began to read through the piles methodically. So far she'd learned that after her death her father had gone to prison. Russell Fabray had been sentenced to 65 years. The D.A. at the time said he would have gotten more if some of the juror hadn't bought into his insanity plea. She guessed it was hard for people to imagine, even if there was a stack of evidence, that any father would willingly kill his own daughter. She supposed it didn't help that Judy had testified that it was an accident even if Frannie had given a stirring testimony against him, against both of them really, recounting years of abuse and neglect.

When Brittany had searched for Russell Fabray she'd come across an article about him claiming to have been reborn from sin in prison. He claimed that he was "haunted by his dead daughter's anguished spirit and wanted to make amends". She laughed outright at his claims. Her spirit had never haunted anyone, least of all Russell Fabray. He became head of a ministry group in one of the Ohio state prisons, but despite his claim of goodwill and christian love he had been denied parole 5 time, she guessed she wasn't the only one who could see through his bull.

Judith Fabray had been basically a dead end. Even Judith Merriweather Fabray was a bust. She'd only ended up with one article and it was about Judith's high profile divorce that occurred less than a month after Russell's conviction. She was glad that her death had allowed her mother to finally be freed of that man, but it was hard to understand that it taken her death to snap that into her mind. She didn't mind that they hadn't found anything on her, she'd probably moved away and changed her name if not her entire identity, and she suppose in an offhanded way she was happy that she'd gotten another chance at living.

It was Frannie who gotten the most hits. She was surprised because her sister had always seemed so calm and mousy. She supposed her death had changed that about her, had changed a lot of things. Fran's first article had been a minor piece about a tagging that had occurred a month after Russell's sentencing. She and some friends had graffitied the side of the school with a unsanctioned memorial for Lucy. They'd all been arrested, but the school district had dropped all charges and let the mural stay. Then a few months later she'd been arrested again and sent to boot camp, being 18 the records weren't sealed, but being the sister of a recently murdered girl the judge had tried to go lightly on her. Her pattern continued like that every few months she had another run-in with the law until she'd amassed quite the colorful misdemeanor record. Quinn shook her head solemnly, she couldn't believe the spiral her sister had sunk down. She was suppose to be the good one, the smart one, the one that was primed to leave and never come back. How did that happen to Fran?

Then there were no articles mentioning Fran for about three years. The last clipping was a small wedding announcement. Fran had married somebody, some man called Edward Delaney, some upper level businessman so and so. There marriage photo reminded her of Russell and Judy and her sister's eyes didn't look happy like one would expect on such a joyous day, but sad...broken. Edward's eyes reminded her too much of Russell.

"Find anything?" Brittany kissed her cheek lightly, so much for assuming the nephilim was asleep.

"Yeah, this guy, Edward Delaney...Fran married him, but she's calling herself Whitaker." Quinn rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"Hey, let's get some rest, you've been at this for hours." The taller blonde pulled at Quinn's arm gently.

"I just...I need to figure it out...I need to find out about this guy, if he hurt my sister I'm gonna kill him." She grunted vehemently.

"Not tonight you're not. First, we don't even know if they're still married. Second, we don't know if he hurt them. Third, you're exhausted and you're not thinking straight."

"But..." The Guardian began to argue.

"But, nothing. Come on, we'll start again in the morning." Brittany pulled her arm again, successfully managing to pull the other blonde out of the chair and towards her bed.

"Sleeping together two nights in a row? What will the Watchers think?" Quinn quipped smirking as Brittany made herself comfortable on her bed.

"They shouldn't be so nosey." The blue-eyed woman shrugged smiling.

"Think that's part of their job description."

Brittany shrugged. "Wanna give 'em a real show then?"

"I...uh...what?" Brittany giggled at the flustered woman.

"Oh, you're really going to have to stop being so easy, that is too much fun." The nephilim giggled, laughing harder when Quinn pouted.

"I'm glad you're amused." Quinn slumped into the covers, turning her back to the other heavenly being.

"Awww, don't be like that Quinnie..." Brittany cuddled up to her back and wrapped an arm around her "...I think it's cute, remember."

Quinn's face flamed at the other woman's words and she surrendered to sleep with a smile on her face.

So you guys have like every right to be mad, but there's not way I'm not finishing this.

Ink