So, I promised this would be done by the end of May...and so it shall...prepare for basically daily updates...
I know where this is going now...now let's get there...
Enjoy!
"This guy is pretty successful. Fortune 500 company on the fast-track to becoming the next CEO. He sounds like Russell would have loved him. I just can't believe my sister would marry some idiot that's just like him." Quinn sighed tossing the business magazine across the library table. She'd reluctantly allowed Brittany to coax her into doing research at the library and had become increasingly frustrated with every word she read about Delaney.
"Do you think they're like...like hiding from him?" Brittany asked gazing across the table at her.
"I don't know, I only saw her for a few minutes. What do you think?"
"I know they're lying. I know that Frannie always seem a little too alert, too cautious...she's always looking out for something...or someone." Brittany replied with a shrug.
"Someone..." Quinn's face darkened at the thought of Delaney putting his hands on her sister, on her niece "...I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch..."
"Quinn..." The other blonde whispered touching her forearm.
"I know, I know..." The Guardian sighed.
"So...what do we do now?" Brittany asked after a few moments of silence.
"I don't know. I know what I want to do, but it goes against everything being a Guardian has taught me..."
"Well, now isn't this cosy?" Quinn rolled her eyes at the sound of Santana's voice.
"San..." Rachel chastised.
"What are you doing here? Didn't really think reading was your thing."
"Eh, it's not my favorite pastime, but my girl wanted a book and on my day off I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be..."
"...then glued to her hip, so whipped." The shorter blonde snarked.
"And you're not?" The Latina raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, ladies enough of this back and forth. What are you guys researching?" Rachel perched on the edge of the table and picked up a magazine open to an article about Edward Delaney.
"Um..." Brittany stammered unsure of how much Quinn wanted to share.
"Edward Delaney is my sister's husband, we suspect that he like my own father has been using her as a punching bag and that's how she became Brittany's parents' neighbor."
"You have a sister?" Santana asked.
"My God, you're slow..."
"Hey! I'm just surprised. I didn't think Guardians got the luxury of remembering their past life or even being able to be in contact with anyone from it."
"We remember everything. We're not suppose to contact anyone from it, and I didn't contact Fran...I was just...there."
"Ok, so what's the plan?" Santana shrugged and sat next to her girlfriend.
"Plan?" Brittany cocked her head to the side in confusion.
"Hell yeahs, I mean look. This dude's been laying hands on your sister, right?" She asked pointing at the glossy pic of Delaney Rachel still held. "Right. Dudes like him, like your old man and mine...dudes like them it's all about the power and fear. He's not gonna stop, they never do...so I suggest that we find him before he finds them." The hellspawn spoke with blazing eyes only broken by a light touch from her girlfriend.
"I'm a guardian, I made a vow...Vengeance isn't a part of my job description."
"Well kicking ass is a part of mine and we'd technically be guarding your sister right? What's the point of having all these powers and not being able to met out some righteous justice?"
"I..." Quinn stammered, not fully willing to admit that Santana's speech appealed to her.
"I mean, come on, with you and Britts getting together your days being a Guardian are like numbered anyways, I say go out with a bang!"
"Santana!" Brittany whispered-yelled.
"What do you mean my days are numbered?"
"Um, San, baby, I think we should go find me book now..." Rachel whispered dragging the other woman away from the table.
"Britt, what did she mean by my days being numbered?" Quinn asked again, her voice coming out monotonous.
"I...you know about Guardians being allowed to resign from service for their "one"...in my dreams the Metatron told me that I was your one, that Lucy would help us be together..."
"The Metatron?"
"Yeah, the sassy black woman, not the sweater vest guy from before..."
"Mercedes? Why didn't they...she...you tell me?"
"I thought you knew...that night I showed up at your place and we had the confusing conversation about "Lucy", I thought you knew and when I found out you were clueless, I didn't know how to tell you..."
"Uh, here's a way: Hey Quinn, the Metatron says I'm your one love, you know the one that you're gonna give up all this Guardian jazz for..." The hazel-eyed blonde replied sarcastically rising and glaring at the nephilim before disappearing.
"Jeez, Britts, I'm so sorry, I'll go talk some sense into her..."
"No, you've done enough talking, stay and take care of you're best friend, I'll talk to Quinn." Rachel pushed Santana gently towards the table before looking around to make sure no one was looking and disappearing herself.
We'll continue tomorrow or tonight...
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