Frailty : Chapter 9B- Interlude {Santana}
Title: Frailty
Chapter: 9B - Interlude {Santana}
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittana
Summary: AU Racer!Britt Lawyer!Santana. Essentially the case is easy, but when she finishes reading she’s almost hyperventilating, because what if Brittany went the same way, what if in two weeks she was defending the bloody driver that had rammed into Brittany.
A/N: Plot not mine. Originally came from brittana.livejournal.com/481869.html. This chapter is dedicated to vsaint77 who gave me both the plot and the idea for this chapter. Also big thanks to those who've taken the time to leave a review. Much appreciated.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9A
She sits in the barley illuminated room, and for the third time in two days she finds tears streaming down her face and ruining her carefully applied makeup {done by Quinn so she would look at least vaguely human, and not as Finn had put it, like a Zombie.} Her work was the one thing she could claim to love more than anything else, she loved the money, the status and of course the attention {being one of the top lawyers ensured that people were always in awe of her}. Or it was before Brittany came along, because she loved Brittany so much that it hurt, so much that without her she had nothing. It hurt Santana to think about Brittany while sat at work, because it was Santana’s work that effectively drove them apart, all because she couldn’t admit that Brittany meant more to her than all of the attention and all of the money her job could ever give her.
It’s almost dawn before she finds herself calm enough to pick up the bright red folder with urgent written in big bold capitals. She snorts at the word urgent because with Brittany in the hospital her perspective has changes and getting a quick conviction, or preventing a similarly quick conviction was hardly urgent, for Santana Brittany opening her eyes and saying anything was urgent, the idiot in her file not so much. Still she resigned herself to the fact that it was her job, and in the context of her job it might have been urgent
At first glance Santana recognised it as your basic death by dangerous driving case, not something she would call urgent by any standards until she saw the date of the hearing and the potential billions this one case would bring in. Letting out a low whistle her next port of call was the facts, the defendant was a drunk driver who had effectively rammed another car and forced it to flip over. The driver of the other car suffered numerous injuries that made Santana’s blood run cold, Fractures of the skull, brain trauma, numerous broken bones, in a coma for two weeks before he died. If Brittany’s accident had been a report it would have read word for word like this one, the only difference being Brittany had only been in her Coma three days {still the chances of her dying seemed more and more likely the further Santana read the case file.}
The case itself was full of holes, and any half decent lawyer could probably secure a non conviction, because really there was no proof that he was driving, and his alibi that night was pretty solid. In fact if Santana had not seen his interview with one of firms other lawyers {where he admitted his guilt outright} even she would have trouble obtaining a conviction. Essentially the case is easy, but when she finishes reading she’s almost hyperventilating, because what if Brittany went the same way, what if in two weeks she was defending the bloody driver that had rammed into Brittany. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t defend the guy when all she wanted to do was go all Lima heights on him and cause some serious damage because maybe it would make her feel just a little better.
She throws the file on the floor and with a strength she never knew she possessed throws her heavy oak desk over onto its side before collapsing on the pile of papers and pens because for one second he let herself really feel. Then she looks around and instead of crying she laughs at the absolute irony of being back here, in the exact same position as when she ran away from their first kiss. Santana thinks it pretty amazing that no matter how much she’s changed, become more open and honest and loving, she’s still fundamentally the same, seeking refuge in her work hidden behind a desk tipped in a moment of anger. Her laugh is bitter and hoarse, and when it subsides into sobs she tilts her head towards the ceiling and begs and screams for Brittany to come back until her voice can take it no more and her screams are continued in an almost silence.
Chapter: 9B - Interlude {Santana}
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittana
Summary: AU Racer!Britt Lawyer!Santana. Essentially the case is easy, but when she finishes reading she’s almost hyperventilating, because what if Brittany went the same way, what if in two weeks she was defending the bloody driver that had rammed into Brittany.
A/N: Plot not mine. Originally came from brittana.livejournal.com/481869.html. This chapter is dedicated to vsaint77 who gave me both the plot and the idea for this chapter. Also big thanks to those who've taken the time to leave a review. Much appreciated.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9A
She sits in the barley illuminated room, and for the third time in two days she finds tears streaming down her face and ruining her carefully applied makeup {done by Quinn so she would look at least vaguely human, and not as Finn had put it, like a Zombie.} Her work was the one thing she could claim to love more than anything else, she loved the money, the status and of course the attention {being one of the top lawyers ensured that people were always in awe of her}. Or it was before Brittany came along, because she loved Brittany so much that it hurt, so much that without her she had nothing. It hurt Santana to think about Brittany while sat at work, because it was Santana’s work that effectively drove them apart, all because she couldn’t admit that Brittany meant more to her than all of the attention and all of the money her job could ever give her.
It’s almost dawn before she finds herself calm enough to pick up the bright red folder with urgent written in big bold capitals. She snorts at the word urgent because with Brittany in the hospital her perspective has changes and getting a quick conviction, or preventing a similarly quick conviction was hardly urgent, for Santana Brittany opening her eyes and saying anything was urgent, the idiot in her file not so much. Still she resigned herself to the fact that it was her job, and in the context of her job it might have been urgent
At first glance Santana recognised it as your basic death by dangerous driving case, not something she would call urgent by any standards until she saw the date of the hearing and the potential billions this one case would bring in. Letting out a low whistle her next port of call was the facts, the defendant was a drunk driver who had effectively rammed another car and forced it to flip over. The driver of the other car suffered numerous injuries that made Santana’s blood run cold, Fractures of the skull, brain trauma, numerous broken bones, in a coma for two weeks before he died. If Brittany’s accident had been a report it would have read word for word like this one, the only difference being Brittany had only been in her Coma three days {still the chances of her dying seemed more and more likely the further Santana read the case file.}
The case itself was full of holes, and any half decent lawyer could probably secure a non conviction, because really there was no proof that he was driving, and his alibi that night was pretty solid. In fact if Santana had not seen his interview with one of firms other lawyers {where he admitted his guilt outright} even she would have trouble obtaining a conviction. Essentially the case is easy, but when she finishes reading she’s almost hyperventilating, because what if Brittany went the same way, what if in two weeks she was defending the bloody driver that had rammed into Brittany. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t defend the guy when all she wanted to do was go all Lima heights on him and cause some serious damage because maybe it would make her feel just a little better.
She throws the file on the floor and with a strength she never knew she possessed throws her heavy oak desk over onto its side before collapsing on the pile of papers and pens because for one second he let herself really feel. Then she looks around and instead of crying she laughs at the absolute irony of being back here, in the exact same position as when she ran away from their first kiss. Santana thinks it pretty amazing that no matter how much she’s changed, become more open and honest and loving, she’s still fundamentally the same, seeking refuge in her work hidden behind a desk tipped in a moment of anger. Her laugh is bitter and hoarse, and when it subsides into sobs she tilts her head towards the ceiling and begs and screams for Brittany to come back until her voice can take it no more and her screams are continued in an almost silence.