Specter~Epilogue
The Battenfield Times-Tribune
September 1, 2012 – Miss Lucy Quinn Miller (Fabray), 21, resident of Fredericksburg, Virginia, of late, born in Lima, Ohio, died in a tragic accident at the Arthur Abrams Estate. She had most recently completed a summer internship at the estate for her studies at the University of Mary Washington where she was a junior. A daughter of Russell Fabray and Judy Miller, both of Lima, Ohio, Miss Miller lived her life as one who was constantly learning and always curious. She is survived by her parents. Private arrangements for her interment at the old pioneer cemetery in Battenfield have already been completed. Memorial donations may be forwarded to the Arthur Abrams Estate.
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Judy Miller held the letter in her hands, crying softly.
"She didn't even write it in her own hand…" she sobbed to the man sitting across from her. "I just don't understand."
She held out the letter to him.
Dear Mother,
Being at the Abrams estate for my internship has given me so much time to think. And I think it's time we cleared the air. We've never been close and I sense I've always been an anchor to you, dragging you down to the depths of despair. How many nights I heard you weeping alone, too many to count, and it broke my heart, knowing I was the cause of your unhappiness. I know it probably doesn't matter now, but, for what it's worth, I'm so sorry I ruined the best years of your life. I tried to be the best daughter I could for you, to make your life easier and to make you proud, but I'm not sure it helped.
On this, the eve of my last evening at the estate, I wanted to let you know that if anything ever happens to me, please contact my father and clear the air with him. It's been too long and needs to be done. I would've liked to have known the man, please let him know that. Also, I wanted it to be known that if anything happens to me, I'd like to be buried at the old pioneer cemetery in Battenfield. I felt a kinship to that burial ground and that is where I would prefer to be interred when the time comes.
As my internship comes to a close, I'm not sure where my life will lead me. Wherever I go, though, I'm sure to find my own happiness.
With all my love, Lucy Quinn
"It sounds as though she planned on leaving after her internship, maybe not returning to school? Had she met anyone in that little town? A boy?" Russell Fabray asked Judy. "But all that talk about her burial…" He shuddered.
"No boy, not that I know of…what was she doing out in that awful storm though? I just don't understand!"
He moved over next to her and held her shaking figure.
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Quinn had to admit that being a spirit was fun, especially with Sam and Finn. Finn had come to visit them at Lucinda's room at the estate and consequently took up residence in one of the rooms on the upper floors. They decided it was nice to have a place to call home even though they traveled extensively.
Sam and Finn showed Quinn how they harmlessly haunted Will and Emma. She had to admit, though, that once Sam brought her to the Abrams estate, she was saddened to see how distraught Will and Emma were over her "accident." She penned a note to Emma and left it in the office.
Dearest Emma,
I will forever be grateful for my time spent at the estate, learning from you. I learned a lot about myself, as well. Whatever happens after my internship is over, I'm sure to be happy. Take care of William…you two are perfect together!
Love, Quinn
Emma found it a couple weeks after the accident and cried at reading Quinn's words. Quinn watched over her, wishing she could reach out to Emma and hug her.
What Sam and Quinn found interesting as they watched Will and Emma together was how much they reminded them of Artie and Rachel.
"Do you think it's possible, Sam?" Quinn asked him one day as they watched Emma acting for Will. "Now that I'm on your side, I see so much Rachel in her."
They referred to Quinn being with Sam as her "being on his side" now, as opposed to saying "now that I'm dead and with you."
At this particular time, Quinn sat upon Sam's knee, his arms wrapped around her waist.
"I totally think it's possible…do they know it, though?" he asked her.
"I think they sense a connection to one another, a connection that goes deeper than just their romantic relationship," she replied.
Sam and Quinn watched Will applaud Emma's performance in the back salon, then he took her in his arms and spun her around the room.
"They're so happy…" Quinn said wistfully.
"As am I…"
Quinn kissed him.
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Although they were ecstatic about being together again, they found one thing to be missing and had even talked to Figgins about it.
"I'm sorry, but it is impossible for spirits to have children…only humans procreate," he told them.
Sam squeezed Quinn's hand.
"What about adoption?" Sam asked him. "A stray spirit?"
"I've never heard of that being done," Figgins responded.
"We yearn to be a family," Quinn added.
Figgins looked at them sadly. "I'm so sorry."
Back at the estate in their room, Sam held Quinn in his arms on their bed as she cried quietly.
"There has to be a way, Quinn," he whispered into her hair.
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For several years, they lived together and enjoyed every single day, always thankful to have been given the opportunity to reunite. It wasn't easy for Quinn to get past not being a mother to Sam's children but eventually the urge faded and she enjoyed her time with him.
Until the day Figgins showed up at the estate with a squirming bundle in his arms.
"I pulled some strings with St. Peter…this babe was stillborn. I knew you two wanted a child so I was granted approval to place the child's spirit with you. His name is Timothy. St. Peter told me that this child will grow to be an adult spirit and you two are responsible for his spiritual care," Figgins told them.
Sam and Quinn stood there dumbfounded by this news. Quinn finally held out her arms for the baby. She pulled the blanket from around the child's face.
Instantly, she was filled with love for the infant. He had a head full of brown hair, a perfect nose and ears, rosebud lips, and hazel eyes, like hers. Sam reached over to the bundle and the baby took his finger. Sam laughed at the baby's touch.
Figgins told them who the parents were and where they were located. Quinn insisted on seeing them. They found them grief-stricken at the child's grave. Quinn and Sam both wanted to be able to connect with them but were unable to. After the parents had left, Sam picked some wildflowers and left them on the gravesite.
Their days were now full of taking care of this infant, which meant they entertained him most of the time. They found he loved to hear them sing so that's what Sam and Quinn did.
They watched the boy grow into a man and were able to be parents in the spirit world. They treasured their time with Timothy and with one another.
Some nights, they'd float out to the pier and watch the waves roll in and back out.
Sam would hold Quinn's hand, sometimes sing to her, sometimes just be silent. One night, he asked her, "Do you ever regret doing what you did? To be with me?"
"I would do it a million times over, Samuel," she said quietly, pushing up on her toes to kiss him. "You promised me you'd come back for me and you did. I came to you."
"I love you, Lucy Quinn," he whispered, kissing her back.
"I love you, Sam…"
A/N: Thanks for reading! I loved writing this story. :) As to Quinn writing a letter to Santana and Noah, she didn't since she saw them the day before her "accident." Also, the thought of Quinn committing suicide might keep her out of heaven crossed my mind and I decided to leave religion out of it. But, hey, it's fiction...all make believe! At least in the end, Sam and Quinn got to be together. :) Will be posting my new story soon...told from Quinn's perspective. :)