Hey, guys! The next update is here. I've had some free time on my hands, and this story won't leave my mind so I've been able to write some!
There are only about three chapters left in this story now. Thank you all so much for reading!
If you feel inclined, feel free to leave a review! I love to hear what you guys have to say about the story! :)
"Woah," Tina mutters, mesmerized as we pull into The Shadow League headquarters. Her eyes are wide and glassy as she looks around at all the buildings ahead. "How did you manage to get a job here?"
I roll my eyes at the subtle dig and follow Mike's SUV down the path toward the main building.
Once we park, Mercedes and Kurt pile out of Mike's car, the same dazed look in their eyes.
"Man, I knew you worked somewhere fancy, but geez," Mercedes says to Mike as she walks around, looking at the expanse of land.
"Right? And I understand how Mike could work here, but…Santana?" Kurt says, pointing to the ground and giving me a skeptical look.
I sigh and roll my eyes again. "Do you guys have that little faith in me?"
"It's not that," Kurt explains. "You're just…you…and this place is so…not you."
Mike walks up and pats me on the shoulder, an apologetic smile on his face. I can see the dread in his eyes as he makes eye contact. He takes a deep breath before gathering everyone's attention.
"Alright…let's head inside, shall we?"
We usher the three inside with constant effort as they keep stopping to marvel at something different. I guess it seems so mundane to me since I see it every day, but I don't even remember being this interested when I saw this place for the first time.
Mike leads the way, with me following behind as he walks down the hall toward the main room where Brittany, Quinn, and Nick are waiting for us. Part of me was a little nervous about leaving Brittany with Nick, but I had to remind myself that Quinn was there. I trust her. She wouldn't let anything happen to Brittany?
I hate how that last sentence is more of a question than a firm statement.
It's just…Quinn used to work with the guy, right? And they're obviously friends of some sort. She trusts him.
But…he's also working for Rory. He came here, took Mike's identity, and tried to bring Brittany back with him. He's one of Rory's pawns…there's no way we should be able to trust him.
But…isn't he staying to help us fight Rory?
God, I hate how I overthink everything.
A few moments later, we enter the large room and I let out a breath of relief at seeing Brittany standing there, leaning against the wall. When she spots us walking in, she stands upright and hurriedly walks over to me, wrapping me in a hug.
"You okay?" she whispers in my ear. I nod my head as I pull away, trying to give her a reassuring smile.
In all honesty…I don't know if I am okay. I mean…I think I am, but these situations are never definite, are they?
What are the chances of Kurt calling me a freak and never wanting to speak to me again? What are the chances of Mercedes being so freaked out that she can't look at me in the same light? What are the chances of Tina giving me that disappointing look at keeping yet another thing from her?
And my lack of sleep from the night before isn't helping any. I feel like I haven't slept in a week, and yet I'm not finding myself physically exhausted. Mentally, though? Let's just say I'm glad I have people around to help me keep a level head.
"Just wanna get this over with," I whisper back.
She rubs her hands up and down my arms, silently telling me she's right there. And that she's not going anywhere.
"Alright," Mike says, clapping his hands as he moves to the center of the room.
Everyone turns to face him, and a ball of nerves settles low in my stomach. Now's where everything changes. For the better or the worse…none of us are sure.
Mike clears his throat and swallows, visibly nervous, as he looks to the ground. Tina raises her eyebrows at him, confused about what Mike wants to say. Just as she opens her mouth to say something, Mike continues.
"Welcome to The Shadow League headquarters."
I look around nervously to gauge their reactions. They all furrow their brows, even more confused by Mike's introduction. Kurt and Mercedes look back and forth between each other, seeing if the other knows what Mike's talking about.
"What?" Tina asks, cocking her head.
Mike gestures around the room with a nervous smile. "The Shadow League."
"Yeah…we heard you," Kurt says. "But what is The Shadow League?" He uses air quotes around the name. Mercedes nods in agreement with Kurt.
Mike scuffs his shoes on the floor as he looks at Quinn and me. I shyly cross my arms over my chest, and Quinn steps forward. She stands next to Mike, her expression less nervous.
I guess she has less to lose.
I feel Brittany's hand come to rest on my lower back as Quinn begins.
"The Shadow League is an underground team of supers that keeps the city safe from…" she trails off, thinking of the word that best describes our situation. "Trouble."
Tina, Mercedes, and Kurt all look around the room, now puzzled even more.
"Super? The hell's a super?" Mercedes asks.
"Trouble? What kind of trouble?" Tina asks at the same time.
Quinn takes a deep breath. "Supers…as in superhero. God, does no one get the meaning of that word?" She says the last sentence more quietly, and I smile, remembering how I was confused when the word was explained to me when I first came here.
"Hero?" Tina asks incredulously. "Like Captain America?"
"W-we don't exactly have Captain America, but there are a few members who have similar capabilities, yes," Mike pipes up, sounding professional.
Tina scoffs and shakes her head. This is it. This is the moment I was most scared of. She looks at Quinn, a disbelieving look on her face.
"What trick are you trying to pull?" she asks.
Quinn doesn't waver, still keeping her face emotionless. "Believe what you want, but we're not lying."
"Prove it," Kurt says, stepping forward to stand beside Tina. Mercedes is still standing behind, looking somewhat scared.
She looks at me with worry in her eyes, and I try to give her a reassuring smile. It's evident she has no trouble believing us.
"Santana," Quinn says, waving her hand in my direction.
"Huh?" I ask, snapping my attention over to her. She waves her hands again, telling me to show them my powers. "Me?" I ask, pointing to my chest.
"No, I said your name because I want Nick to do something," she replies sarcastically with a crinkle in her brow.
"Um," I say hesitantly. Why do I have to be the one to prove we're telling the truth? Why can't Quinn do it? Nick?
I give her a pleading look, begging for her to take action herself, but she just gives me a slight nod. I clear my throat as I step forward, Brittany rubbing my shoulder for a moment before stepping back.
I look around the room for something metal when a chair comes into view. Made of metal, and holding a sitting Nick, I decide that's the best thing I can move.
Not moving my limbs, I focus on the chair, willing it to rise off the ground. Everyone sees where my eyes are focused because they all turn their attention to that side of the room.
After a moment, Nick's chair slowly rises to about four feet off the ground, causing him to wobble back and forth, barely keeping his balance. Quinn lets out a small laugh at Nick's panic, and Tina, Mercedes, and Kurt snap their attention back and forth between the floating chair and me.
I shrug my shoulders with an apologetic smile as I lower the chair back to the ground.
"Not cool," Nick mutters once his feet hit the floor.
"Very cool," Kurt mutters.
The room stays silent for a while, giving them time to comprehend what just happened.
"I-I don't understand," Tina says, her eyes shut tight as she shakes her head.
"There's much I can explain," Mike shrugs. "People here have powers… luckily they choose to use them for good and not bad."
Tina shakes her head again, raising her hands to run them through her hair. Just as she's about to say something again, Mercedes steps forward.
"That's what the trouble is, isn't it?"
Mike nods, folding his hands in front of him. "That's why we had to bring you here."
Silence fills the room once again, and when it's apparent no one's going to say anything else for a while, Quinn starts walking toward me.
"That went great, considering the situation," she whispers.
"We don't really know yet," I counter. "They haven't had time to process."
Quinn bobs her head back and forth, considering my point. Brittany wraps her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulders. She gives me a chaste kiss on the cheek, squeezing me tightly as we wait for everyone to soak in the information.
/
You know, I gotta give it to Mercedes. She's been the rock throughout this whole thing. Kurt seems dumbfounded, not really knowing how to react; Tina blew up, hurt that Mike and I would keep this big of a secret from her; but Mercedes has just kind of…accepted it.
"How did it happen?"
We're sitting in the kitchen of the living quarters, each nursing a cup of coffee. We told them about The Shadow League about four hours ago now, and this is the first time since then that Mercedes has spoken to me.
When Tina started yelling, Mike practically dragged her out of the room while the rest of us sat in awkward silence for a while. Kurt spoke up, introducing himself to Nick and seeming to avoid any interaction with us.
Quinn eventually left, so I invited Mercedes for coffee with Britt and me. Thankfully, she agreed.
Once we got comfortable at the kitchen table, Brittany started a conversation with her to fill the heavy silence. But she left to use the bathroom a moment ago, leaving Mercedes and me alone at the table.
I shrug my shoulders in response. "Kind of a long story."
Mercedes sets her cup down, folding her arms and resting them on the table. "Well, it seems like we're going to be here for a while."
There's no bite to her tone, no animosity. Just genuine curiosity and concern.
"Remember the day I went to work with Mike?" I ask, and she nods in response. "Well, basically, we went to check out his forcefield; it malfunctioned; I didn't listen, got sucked into it, and came out with these powers."
Mercedes smirks. "That story wasn't too long."
I look down at the table with a sheepish smile. "I guess it just seems longer in my head, then."
She picks her cup back up to take a sip, taking a moment to respond. "It makes sense," she says with a slight shake of her head.
"What does?"
"Just…" she trails off. "We all knew you were hiding something…we just didn't know what," she says softly. "But it all makes sense now."
I don't respond for a moment, unsure what to say next. I know I need to address the elephant in the room, but I've never loved having these heartfelt talks.
I take a deep breath. "I'm sorry I kept this from you guys." I don't make eye contact with her. I just keep staring at the dark brown liquid rippling inside my cup.
"Don't be," she reassures, causing a weight in my chest to lift. "I get why you had to."
"You do?" I ask, my brows creased in surprise.
She nods, giving me a soft smile. "I would've done the same thing," she shrugs.
I let out a breath of relief, which I'm sure is visible, as she lets out a small chuckle.
I was hoping everyone would react this way. I logically knew the chances of that were slim, but hearing Mercedes reassure me brings a wave of relief over my body. Even if Kurt and Tina decide they can't accept it, or can't accept me, at least I know I have Mercedes.
"So." She taps the table, bringing my attention back to her. "What exactly is your power?" She has a sly expression on her face, teasing me.
"I can manipulate metal and have enhanced strength."
"Enhanced strength?" she asks, sitting up straighter. "Then why have I been carrying the bags when we go shopping? You know how mad I get when one of these," she lifts up a perfectly manicured hand, wiggling her fingers, "gets broken."
"Sorry," I laugh, happy that things with Mercedes are back to normal. Somewhat, at least.
Brittany comes back in the room a moment later, smile beaming, as she sits back down beside me.
"Great news…I can't hear Tina's yelling through the wall anymore. Maybe she calmed down." She shrugs as she picks her coffee cup back up.
"She'll come around," Mercedes says, sounding confident and assured in her statement. My shoulders deflate slightly, not quite seeing how Tina could come around when her initial reaction was so strong. "Santana, you know her better than I do. You know she won't let this get in the way of your friendship."
"But what if she does?" I ask, my insecurity evident in the shakiness of my voice.
Mercedes tilts her head down and looks at me, silently telling me I'm being ridiculous. "I think you're just overthinking everything right now…stakes are high, emotions are overwhelming…it's okay to feel unsure." I swallow down the new lump in my throat, not wanting to let my emotions show. "But I'm telling you," she reaches for my hand across the table, "there's nothing to worry about."
I nod my head after a moment, agreeing with her on the outside, even if I don't know if I believe her quite yet. Logically, I know she's right…more than likely. But I can't help but think about what would happen if she's wrong.
I can't imagine my life without Tina. Without Kurt. I know Mercedes isn't going anywhere, but I can't even fathom what my life would be like without any of my friends.
"If you say so," I mutter.
She rubs her thumb back and forth over my knuckles, trying to overrule my doubts. Brittany's hand rubs between my shoulder blades as she gives me a small smile. I try to give her a reassuring one in return, but I'm not sure how genuine it looks.
Mercedes pats my hand one last time before standing from her seat, walking her mug over to the sink. "I'm gonna go check on Tina…see if she's calmed down," she says, putting her hands in her pockets.
I nod. "It's just down the hall to the left." I point toward Mike's room, where the yelling match has been heard for the past couple of hours. She thanks me as she exits the room.
I lay my head on Brittany's shoulder after she's gone, wishing everything didn't have to be so stressful all the time. Before my friends knew, I was constantly stressed about keeping this a secret. But now that they know, the stress hasn't lifted in the slightest.
Well, maybe a little now that I know Mercedes is okay.
"I'm proud of you," Brittany says softly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head.
"For what?" I mumble.
She pats my back once before sitting up straight, positioning herself to look at me fully. "Why wouldn't I be?" she challenges, making eye contact.
I shrug. "What is there to be proud of? I kept everything from everyone, and now shit's completely hit the fan."
She shakes her head as a smile crosses her features. "What am I going to do with you?" she sighs. "Do you really think everything's that black and white?"
I squint my eyes at her, not understanding what she's saying.
"Look…you kept a secret, and they're hurt," she says bluntly. "And you knew that would likely be the reaction…but you went through with telling them anyways."
I nod, remembering what happened a few hours ago. "Thanks, Britt," I say sarcastically.
"That makes you brave…strong. Even though the consequences were less than exciting, you went through with it. And for that…I'm proud of you."
I shake my head. "But that all could've been prevented if I'd just told them the truth."
"But did you have a choice?" she asks with a laugh. She's looking at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world. I shake my head, answering her question honestly. "Exactly…you did what you could with the situation you were handed. It's not like you withheld the truth just out of spite."
I blink, thinking over what she's telling me. She's telling me that I shouldn't be blaming myself for this…that I have nothing to be ashamed of. I didn't have bad intentions…I did what I thought was best for their safety.
Instead of giving her a verbal response, I rush forward and connect my lips to hers. She doesn't seem surprised at all by the sudden kiss and melts her body into mine as our lips maneuver against each other's.
I reach for her hands, not breaking the kiss, and usher her to stand up. As soon as she's on her feet, I slide my hands under her ass and hoist her up on the table. With the new leverage, I slide my hands up her hips and around her back, moving back and forth between the two spots.
Her hands tangle in my hair, scratching the base of my neck as her tongue runs along my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I waste no time granting her wish and lose track of time at the new sensation.
"Ahem."
We broke apart at the sudden voice, looking over to find Quinn standing in the doorway, hand on her hip and an unamused expression on her face.
"Mike wants us all in the debriefing room. Nick says we have about twelve hours before Rory starts his rampage."
I nod my head, taking a deep breath to ease the arousal heavily placed at the base of my stomach. She turns around and walks away without another word.
I hear a snicker in my ear and turn to find Brittany with her lips tucked into her mouth, trying to hold back a laugh. Her cheeks are brushed red with heat, and the area around her mouth is still shimmering from our kiss that ended just seconds ago.
"What?" I ask, her amusement becoming contagious.
She shakes her head and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry," she sighs. "Poor Quinn. It seems like she's always the one having to put up with us."
I laugh at the realization. Quinn is always just…there. To interrupt us, to help bail us out…she's like a really awesome third wheel.
"Then, we'll have to get her a big 'thank you' card once this is all over with." I lean up to press a quick kiss to her still-swollen lips. "Come on."
I hold out my hands, helping her jump down from the table before leading her out of the kitchen and down the hall. She keeps her hand grasped in mine the whole way there, squeezing slightly when she catches me glancing over at her.
/
"Great. You're here." Mike rushes around the table, hurriedly moving to the front of the room once we enter.
"What's the rush?" I ask, pulling out the last available chair for Brittany to sit down. She quickly kisses me on the cheek as she sits, holding my hand over her shoulder.
Everyone's sitting around a long table, Mercedes, Tina, and Kurt included. Tina still looks pissed, her arms crossed over her chest as she slouches in her seat. Kurt's sitting poised, paying attention to Mike's every word.
"Getting to the point," Mike says, ignoring me. "Rory's coming sooner than we thought. He's already on the move…he hasn't acted on anything yet, but we have alerts of him being spotted in the downtown area."
Quinn snaps her head over to Nick, looking at him with narrowed eyes. "You told us we had another twelve hours!"
"I thought we did!" he exclaims, putting his hands up in defense. "He might just be moving to his striking location."
"Might?" I ask, glaring at him.
He stills his face as he looks at everyone in the room. "Look…no one knows what Rory's going to do but Rory. He's as unpredictable as they come."
Quinn cocks her head, acknowledging his point.
"Regardless," Mike speaks up. "We knew he was coming eventually…we need to get a plan set now."
Everyone nods, and Quinn steps forward in a determined path to the whiteboard at the front of the room. "Nick…have any ideas?"
Nick stands up and follows Quinn's path to the board, tapping his hand on the surface as he wracks his brain for any plan.
"I'm sorry…" Kurt drawls, slowly standing from his seat. "But who the hell is Rory, and why should we be concerned about him?"
Mike opens his mouth to speak, but Tina interrupts him. "Bad guy, Kurt…that's the gist."
Mike looks down at her with a fed-up look. "How many times do I have to tell you it's more serious than that?" he whispers. "If he gets his hands on any of us, there's no guarantee we'll see each other again."
Tina shakes her head and stares straight ahead. Kurt visibly pales as his eyes widen in shock. Mercedes reaches up to grab his hand, ushering him back into his seat so she can rub his arm affectionately.
"Got it," Quinn says, grabbing everyone's attention again. "Alright." She faces the rest of the room. "Mortals…you stay here. Supers…we fight. Simple," she shrugs.
Mike moves to argue, but Quinn holds a finger up to silence him again. "Sorry, Mike…you fall under the mortal category." He opens his mouth again, but Quinn stops him. "No…you're not being a control freak this time."
"It's safer this way…trust me." Nick steps from around Quinn, capping up a marker he used to draw some type of sketch on the board behind them.
"I still don't understand why we're doing that," I mutter, earning a slight chuckle from Brittany.
"Okay." Nick gently grabs Quinn's shoulders, moving her out of the way as he points to the sketch on the board. "This is the plan…we'll get a small group of supers together - small." He enunciates the word. "You guys will go downstairs, the safest place you can go, while we survey the area for any sign of Rory. Once he comes, we'll set up base on the roof, preventing him from touching down anywhere close to the building."
"You're making this sound really easy," Mike interrupts, stilling Nick's exaggerated movements as he traces the sketch while explaining the plan.
"It kind of is," he shrugs.
"But Rory's not," Mike argues.
"Look." Quinn steps forward. "This is the best we can do…this gives us the best chances of winning this."
Mike huffs in response. "Why do you think you're more qualified for this than I am? I've been helping run The Shadow League for years."
"You didn't work with Rory," Nick says. "Nor are you going to be able to stay and monitor the situation, which I assume you're able to do in typical missions. We need you as far from the battle scene as you can."
"Wait, how do we even know there's going to be a battle?" Brittany asks, everyone drawing their attention over to her.
"It's Rory…I'm surprised he's waited this long to attack," Quinn explains.
I squeeze Brittany's hand, trying to reassure her. I know her nerves probably tripled at hearing there's going to be a fight. She worries harder than anyone I've ever met…except maybe Tina.
Speaking of the brunette, I turn to look at where she's sitting, only to find an empty seat pushed in where she once sat. My eyes widen at seeing the empty space, wondering where she would've gone. If Rory's on the way, it's not good for her to be out of anyone's sight.
"Uh, guys?" I say, trying to get everyone's attention. Mike and Nick are still bickering up front, their voices growing louder by the minute, with Quinn standing in the middle, trying to negotiate. "Guys!" I yell.
They all snap their attention over to me with expectant looks. I point to Tina's empty chair, swallowing down the dread starting to seep low within my stomach.
"She probably just went back to her room." Mercedes waves off.
"Does she even know where that is?" I counter.
Mike's eyes widen in a way that says oh, shit. He pushes past everyone, bolting out of the room and yelling her name. I give Brittany a quick kiss on the forehead, telling Quinn and Nick to watch everyone, before running out of the room behind Mike.
I run down the hall, following Mike's lead, as he heads toward the room he and Tina were supposed to be staying in. After a few sudden turns, he reaches the doorway and stops in his tracks.
"How long has she been gone?" he asks. I stop beside him, trying to catch my breath as I shrug my shoulders. I peek into the room to see all the dressers thrown about haphazardly and her suitcases gone.
She left.
"We gotta go," I mutter, turning around to sprint towards the exit leading to the parking lot. I hear his footsteps close behind mine as we rush to find Tina.
Once we reach the exit, Mike reaches into his pocket, pulls out his keys, and unlocks the car. Once seated inside, he wastes no time starting the ignition and pulling out of the parking space.
I take out my phone and send a quick message to Brittany:
Tina's gone. Mike and I are looking for her.
It's not even two minutes later that I get a response:
It's dangerous. Please come back.
I swallow down the guilt creeping up my spine at leaving the headquarters, bringing even more worry to Brittany. I try to reassure myself that she's worrying over nothing. I'm safe.
But am I? Rory's out there, out for blood. And I'm the only one here with powers. If he manages to capture Mike and me, I'm the only one with powers able to fight him. Would I be able to stop him alone?
I close my eyes, unwilling to picture that awful scenario.
Mike's phone rings suddenly, erupting the heavy silence in the car. He taps a button on the steering wheel, answering the phone through the car's Bluetooth.
"Hello?" he answers, panicked.
There's silence on the other line for a moment before a rustling sound comes through the speakers. "Hold still!"
My stomach drops at hearing the familiar voice. Mike slams on the brakes, causing the car to come to a screeching halt, lunging our bodies forward.
"Hello?" He speaks louder.
We hear a grunt followed by a relieved sigh. "Whew…sorry. This one's a firecracker."
Mike's hands clench the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white. I glance over to the screen on the center console, looking at the name of the contact responsible for the call.
Tina.
"If you hurt her, I swear to God, I'll-"
"You'll what, Mike?" Rory cackles. "You're a twig…with no powers. You'll die trying."
I keep quiet, not wanting to expose my presence. Rory knows Mike's here…but not me. I want to keep it that way…just in case.
"I'll get straight to the point. I have something you want, and you have something I want. Meet me at your girlfriend's apartment; we'll exchange possessions, and then I'll be on my way."
"What do you want?" Mike asks, his teeth grinding together as he stares at the empty road ahead.
"The girl…dammit, what's her name? Brianna? Brenda?" We hear clicking on the other line, like Rory's snapping his fingers. "Gosh! Sebastian!" His voice rings through the car, extremely loud, as he calls for his sidekick. "What's that blonde chick's name?"
"Brittany?"
"Ah, yes. Brittany," he says, his voice sly. He says her name as if she's some kind of prize, one he's been after his entire life. "Bring the girl…and you'll get yours back."
The phone hangs up with a click, a cold chill running down my spine. We sit in silence for a moment before Mike switches the car into reverse, turning around.
"Wait, where are you going?" I ask. I get no response. "Mike," I speak again, trying to get him to answer my question. He stays staring ahead, out of the windshield, not even acknowledging that I've spoken.
When we get back to headquarters, he doesn't shut the car off as he gets out, his steps determined as he walks back up to the entrance of the building.
"Mike!" I get out, calling after him. He doesn't turn around, keeping his steps moving forward.
I stay close behind him until we reach the debriefing room, where everyone is still waiting, chatting quietly. He rushes over, pulls Brittany up by the arm, and tries to lead her out of the room.
"Oh hell no," I say, stopping in the doorway. He glares icily at me, bobbing his head to the side, telling me to move out of his way. "Drop your hand."
He doesn't release his grip on Brittany's arm, but rather tightens it, causing a small wince to form on Brittany's face.
Seeing her in pain, I step forward, my hands steady as they push Mike back, snatching her arm out of his grip. "Back off, Mike." I gently usher Brittany behind me, away from Mike.
I know what he's doing.
"What's going on?" Quinn asks, stepping in between us.
Neither of us answers. "Brittany, you have to come with me." He holds out his hand, opening and closing it, beckoning for her to grab it.
"You're not taking her anywhere."
"Do I need to ask again?" Quinn interrupts our glaring contest as she steps forward, blocking Mike from my view.
"He's trying to take her to Rory."
I hear gasps from all around the room, and Quinn turns to Mike with an unbelieving expression. "The hell's the matter with you?" she asks, a certain edge to her tone.
Brittany grabs my hand from behind, and I hold it tight. I'm not letting her go anywhere with him.
"He's got Tina," Mike says, and I swear I hear a slight crack in his voice. Mercedes and Kurt look at each other in alarm, speechless. "And I'm getting her back."
"Not this way, you're not," Quinn says, her tone definite. Mike steps forward, and Quinn holds out her hand to stop him. "Think about what you're doing, Mike… there are other ways."
He holds eye contact with her momentarily before stepping to the side and looking at Brittany and me. "Please," he whispers. "I need to get her back."
I look closely at Mike's features, noticing the small ball of water gathering at the corner of his eyes. This is killing him…I know it is. Mike never cries.
I pause for a second, putting myself in his shoes. What would I do if Brittany was taken and I had to exchange someone else in return? At first thought, I wouldn't hesitate.
But there are other ways to get her back. His judgement's clouded with hurt and fear right now; he can't think of any other possible way to get her back. And there's no doubt I'd feel the same way were the situations reversed.
I need to use my leverage in this to show him a logical way to solve everything. Giving Rory what he wants isn't the answer.
At that thought, I find myself curious as to what it is Rory does want. He asked for Brittany, but what service could she give him? She doesn't have powers…
I relax my grip on Brittany's hand as I stand up straighter. A lightbulb went off in my head as I realized Rory's want with Brittany.
"That's it."