Chapter 5: Baby's First Mission Part 2
A.N. Sorry for wait. Extreme writers block. I hope you guys enjoy. I'm not that proud if this chapter. All mistakes mine.
Disclaimer: You know I don't own this shit.
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He checked the girls rooms again and almost cried when he saw a rag laying on Quinn's bed.
He quickly dialed Santana's number and prayed she'd answer. He almost cried again when she did.
"I don't think we're playing hide and go seek anymore." He said finally letting those tears slip.
Santana looked at her phone weirdly. She had just thrown the last of the criminals into the back of a police van, when she got a call from Puck.
She knew something was up when it didn't immediately go through Asterias.
She blanched as soon as she heard his watery voice.
"Puck, what's going on?"
"I lost them, man. I woke up and they were gone." He said in between choked sobs.
"Hey, buddy start from the beginning." As she listens to him explain, she gives the rest of the team a look immediately setting them into high gear.
Mike gives her a look back and she sends him and Sam back to Puck because they'll get there the fastest.
She sighs in relief when she hears Mike whisper something to Puck letting her know they're there.
"I'm so sorry, Santana." He whispered before he hung up.
"Okay, guys we gotta get home." Nobody asks questions and just does as said.
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"You know, Jewfro? I always knew you were dumb. Not the dumbest. But nonetheless, not very bright." Quinn surprises everyone in the room, even herself, when she stands up with out any restraint.
"H-how'd you do that?" He asks completely dumbfounded.
"Oh, Jewfro. Always asking questions." She claimed before kicking him in the boy parts and knee-ing him in the face. She gently kicked his limp body.
"Yeah, he may or may not be dead. Now, what do you say we get out of here." Quinn's says turning around to only Mercedes.
"Where the fuck is, Tina?"
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Santana slid to a halt. Not knowing about the flaming skid marks, Matt had to stomp out behind her. The rest of the group funneled in behind, each with worried looks on their faces.
"I got her as quick as I could."
"Obviously." Sam mumbled. He had taken off his 'uniform' exchanging it for loungewear. Puck was sitting in front of him, his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry, Santana." He mumbled sadly.
"Noah, please stop saying you're sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about. This isn't your fault." Santana said looking directly in the eyes.
"Yeah it is. That's why you left me here. To protect them, and I failed." He explained.
"Um, Santana. You might want to come see this!" Clayten called out from near the basement/batcave.
Santana sighed. What could possibly be wrong now?
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Mercedes shrugged her shoulders after looking virtually everywhere for the Asian girl.
She felt something crawling on her shoulder and turned to see. Tina. But tiny. She chuckled, tiny Tina.
"What're you doing?" She asked as Tina jumped off her shoulder onto the ground.
Mercedes and Quinn backed up a few steps backed up a few steps on instinct. Tina slowly grew back to her natural height.
Quinn was just thankful her clothes came too.
"Alright you guys, let's get home. Something incredibly horrible must have happened if they've haven't found us by now."
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"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Santana pulled at the sides of her hair in fustration. This couldn't be happening.
When they entered the basement everything seemed normal. Then they kept walking in and that's when the absolute destruction came into the view.
The group let out a collective gasp. The place was covered in loose brick and dust. Every single computer was broken and there was a giant hole in the ceiling.
"Asterias!" Santana ran towards her main computer pressing any button she possibly could.
To everyone's surprise, Quinn came gliding down through the hole, with Mercedes and Tina in each arm.
"I've seen too much today." Clayten mumbled, rubbing his forehead.
"What's going on?" Quinn asked frantically as the wreckage came into view.
"I wish I knew." Santana answered. Her voice was sullen and worn. Her face sad and dejected.
Matt stepped up next to his sister rubbing her back comfortingly.
"Maybe you should call, dad." He suggested. Santana's back tensed and her jaw clenched.
"No. I'm not calling Papi until I absolutely have to. I'm tired of him over protecting me. I can do this on my own." She nodded determinedly.
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Finn had been worried. He hadn't seen Rachel since Friday and it was starting to stress him out.
Come to think of it, he hadn't seen any of his fellow glee clubbers. Ever since that pathetic excuse for a fight in the hallway with, Santana, none of the people whom he thought were his friends, talked him.
Finn thought for a minute, his face taking on that of a gassy baby. Both of his problems just had to stem from Santana. God, he hated that girl. She always tried to one up him.
That's why he was currently standing outside the Lopez family front door. He was going to finally teach her a lesson.
He knocked on the door and waited.
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"Finn Hudson, approaching." Santana sighed. At least the door bell part of Asterias was still working.
"So who's gonna answer it?" Puck asked as everyone kind of just stared at each other. They continued to stare until Rachel volunteered.
"Oh good. I was hoping it was you." Santana breathed a sigh if relief as she went back to trying to fix the computers.
"You're going to need some help with that." A arrogant voice sounded behind the group.
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"What do you want, Finn?" Rachel asked, annoyed. There were probably important things happening downstairs and she was missing them.
Finn looked surprised. He was pretty sure he didn't have the wrong address. When he asked Mr. Shue he wrote it down on his hand. He checked his hand, then the address. It was right.
"Rachel? What are you doing here? This is Satan's house." Finn asked.
Rachel panicked at first but quickly recovered.
"It's Santana, and we were having an emergency glee meeting. What are you doing here?" Finn frowned. He was here to take care of Santana, but he couldn't tell Rachel that. So he changed the subject.
"Never mind that. Sense were both here, why don't we go out?" He asked with a charming smile. Rachel grimaced and her nose turned up.
"How about, no. I know what you did to, Quinn. And for you to have the audacity to ask me out after something like that, is beyond me." Rachel said with a menacing glare. She could tell he lost it when she said 'no' and was utterly confused when she used the 'audacity'.
Finn's nostrils flared and his face turned red. Nobody told him 'no'. Out of rage grabbed Rachel's arm as hard as he could. And that was pretty hard.
Rachel tried to fight but it was useless. Then she did the only thing she could think of to do. It would probably expose them all, but this was an emergency.
So, she screamed.
And she screamed, loud.
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Santana turned around slowly, she hadn't heard that cocky tone in at least a year. She smiled. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Matt smile too.
"Uncle Tony." She said gathering him in a big hug, Matt joining in too.
"What superhero don't you know?" Kurt asked sarcastically. Santana ignored him.
"What are you doing here?" Matt asked his other god father.
"Your Dad sent me. He's still stuck in New York. He tried calling Asterias and panicked when she didn't answer. He knew you probably wouldn't want his help, so he sent me instead." Tony Stark explained. He walked over to the wrecked computer monitors and started fiddling with things.
Matt explained what they knew and everybody else cleaned what they could until they heard an ear piercing scream.
They all stumbled as they held theirs ears.
"Shit! That's Rachel! She's in trouble, we need to get to her." They scrambled up the steps until they got to where the small girl was screaming.
"Rachel!" Quinn screamed over the shrieking. The girl turned around. As Rachel stopped and the group relaxed, Santana noticed a passed out Finn on the ground. She also saw several neighbors outside watching the scene. A couple with their camera phones out, recording.
"Shit. The neighbors saw Rachel." Santana exclaimed as she slammed the door closed and locked it. They left a groggy Finn on the porch.
Tony grimaced. He thought for a minute, then pulled out his phone.
Matt eyed him. "What are you doing?"
"Making a phone call. I want all you kids to pack up your stuff as quickly as possible and call your parents and tell them you're safe. We're going to be laying low for a while." Before any of the teens could protest, Tony walked down the hall and mumbled an urgent, "Hello, Director Fury."
As soon as he was out of earshot the group went ballistic. Rachel was sobbing, Puck was muttering to himself in Hebrew, Brittany seemed actually rather exited, and Santana was quiet.
They quieted down after a few minutes looking for direction, but Santana was sat down on the couch with her head in her hands.
"I'm sorry, you guys." Santana mumbled from behind her hands.
"What do you mean you're sorry?" Quinn asked completely bewildered.
"I should have never have dragged you into this. Hell, I let three of you be kidnapped. And now I'm ripping you away from your family's and your lives." She sobbed. The tears were making sizzling noises on their way down Santana's cheeks, her skin getting hot from emotion.
"You're not ripping us away from anything, San. Sure it'll be awhile till we see our parents, but at least we'll be protecting them. And yeah, I know this is scary but that's life. Shit, it was probably going to get scary anyway. Now, would you rather stay here and put our families in danger of whatever the fuck your father was talking about, or leave and find a different way to protect them?" Quinn ranted. Santana and everybody else stared at the blonde like she had grown a second head. She raised a brow in Santana's direction.
Santana nodded slowly and sighed.
"She's right. Okay guys, pack up what's left of your rooms and meet back in the basement in about half an hour." They all nodded and did as told. Santana sighed before clapping her hands together and following her own directions.
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Quinn sighed as she lied back on her bed. Her room was trashed and barely anything was left untouched. Luckily her phone had made it unscathed. She picked it up a dialed her mom.
"Hey, mom." She greeted.
"Why hello, Quinnie. Where have you been? Your father and I have been worried sick." Judy Fabray announced. Quinn chuckled, somehow she doubted that.
"Yeah, about that. I can't tell you. I wanted to call and tell you I'm safe. I'll call back as soon as I can. I'm sorry I can't answer anymore questions than that." She failed to mention it was because she didn't have all the answers.
"Um, well okay then, Quinnie. I'll talk to you later then." With that, Judy hung up. No fight. No I love you. No nothing. Quinn sighed.
She had always felt this sort of disconnect from her parents. For instance, she didn't look like either of them. She's pretty sure she's not adopted. Her parents are horrible at hiding things.
Quinn lied back down on the mattress. She had about 15 minutes and she was dead tired, as soon as her head hit the pillow, she passed out.
It's dark in the woods. She hates the dark. Bad things happen in the dark. Yet, she's here. In the woods. In the dark, dank woods.
She took an unwanted step forward toward a clearing, she wasn't trying to move, but she did.
She does it again and realized she feels some kind of pull to whatever is in that clearing. She set off into a jog, closing in on the open grass. When she got there the pull intensified. She loses control over her limbs again and dropped to the ground on her knees. She started digging until she saw something shiny. She continued thrusting dirt away from the objects until she saw the rest of the what now looks like Shakespeare like costume.
It kind of looks like the one Thor wore. Then her breathe hitched. It all started clicking in to place.
"D-Dad?" She whispered. A cool breeze passes through the trees and with it a whisper.
'You're ready.' She barely caught it. And she felt it more than heard it.
With a determined look on her face she turned around and stuck her hand in front of her like she was reaching for something.
Then, she did something she hasn't done in a while.
She let herself feel.
She heard a whoosh. Opening her eyes she looked at what was in her hands.
Her eyebrows raised and her nosed scrunched up.
In all honesty she had no idea what it was. The only way she can think to describe it is a double sided ax, except only two sides are ax blades and the other two are hammer heads.
She inspects it in her hand turning it all different ways. It's covered in symbols and the handle is surrounded by leather.
On the side of one of the hammer heads is a scrawl of some sort.
'Whosoever holds this weapon, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of... Lathir.' She smiled wide with power. Lathir. She liked that name.
Quinn's phone alarm woke her up out of her dream. Or at least she thought it was a dream until she saw the suit and hammer/ax sitting on her lopsided nightstand.
Surprisingly she wasn't all that miffed about the dream or the things on her nightstand. It just kind of seemed right.
She gathered the rest of her things and set off to the basement.
She had no idea what they were about to get themselves into.
