FANFICTION : QUINN/RACHEL : "FALLING TOO FAST TO SAVE" : PART 2/? : PG-13
Title: Falling Too Fast To Save
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Fandom: Glee/DC Universe
Author: Amie
Twitter: HERE
Spoilers: Um, none I don't think. But lets just say all aired episodes for fair game.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Glee, they belong in Ryan Murphy's toy box, nor do I own Supergirl/Kara Zor-El, or anything related to DC comics.
Word Count: 1,787
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Quinn Fabray was sent to Earth as a teenager to escape the destruction of her home planet, Krypton. AKA Quinn is Supergirl.
Author's Note: I don't know why I did this, I'm supposed to be dedicating all of my time to "House Made of Paper" but this would just not leave my head. It's not my best writing, because I just wanted it out, and it's supposed to be more quick and light to read. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it.
Also, the title is from the song "Superman (Save you)" by The Friday Night Boys. I manipulated it a little from the original lyrics, but yeah.
Author's Note II: Holy crap-oh-doodle, I did not expect the response I got to this fic. Seriously guys, you're amazing. I just wrote the first part really quickly last night because I thought it would be stupid and funny. Wow. Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this part, wherein you get Quinn's backstory and I demonstrate my Superman/Supergirl knowledge ;)
Falling Too Fast To Save - Part Two
...The fire's burning in your eyes.
When Rachel awoke the next morning, the first thing she became aware of was the sound of people chattering. She slowly opened her eyes and squinted as the overly bright light of the room antagonized her growing headache. There were three nurses standing at the end of her bed, reading over a chart and giggling amongst themselves.
“Oh honey, you’re awake,” nurse number one said brightly. Rachel watched as the tall blonde woman whispered something to her two colleagues before dismissing them from the area and pulling the curtains closed. “You were pretty out of it last night.”
“How did I get here?” Rachel asked quietly. She shuffled her body so that she was able to sit up fully, noticing the cast on her wrist. “The last thing I remember was... passing out in an alley.”
“Well, that’s just it sweetie,” the nurse leant forward as if to whisper a secret. “We’re not exactly sure just how you got here. Nurse Jackie says that she turned around for just a second, and poof! There you were, lying on the gurney she had been pushing down to the pharmacy.”
Rachel rose a perfectly sculpted eyebrow disbelieving, “so you’re telling me that I,” she pointed at her chest with her hand that was not in a cast. “With my possibly broken legs...”
The nurse cut her off, “they’re not broken, just a few abrasions and lacerations here and there...”
“Well I didn’t know that when I was attempting to ditch a crazed lunatic last night. Even so, you think that I just walked all the way from where I fainted, to here? Without any recollection of doing so?”
“What other explanation is there?” The nurse asked incredulously. “Now, your chart says that your blood alcohol level was negative, as was your tox screen. So, if you’d like to explain what happened to you last night, miss?”
Rachel blinked. She was uncertain of the events that had transpired once she had tried to find solace behind the dumpster. She scratched her fingernails through her hair lightly and asked the nurse “was there any evidence of a brain contusion?”
The blonde shook her head no. “You don’t remember? Perhaps I should page our resident OB to come take a look at you, I’ll be right -“
“No!” Rachel exclaimed, she winced at the sound of her own voice and quietly muttered, “If you would be so kind as to pass me my jacket?”
The nurse looked hesitant but reached out for the jacket that was slung haphazardly over the back of a chair by the side of the bed. She handed it to Rachel and then stood with her arms crossed expectantly. The brunette took a deep breath, sliding her fingertips into the pocket and feeling around. Her eyes widened in shock as her hand closed around the tiny convoluted bullet that she had been sure wouldn’t exist under the harsh light of day.
“I’ve got to get out of here.”
....Meanwhile....
Quinn Fabray hated her life. Sure, she had a purpose, and protecting all of mankind was a pretty big deal. But sometimes she feared that she may be swallowed by the lies she was required to tell. Sometimes she wished she was just another girl, a human girl.
Quinn’s first memories of Earth were still vivid in her mind, she was certain that she would never forget the day she had woken up after 29 years in suspended animation. She had been sent to inhabit this planet by her Uncle Jor-El, when a raging war threatened to destroy her home planet of Krypton. Her duty was to protect Jor-El’s infant Son Kal-El, who’s ship had already left Krypton’s atmosphere at the first sign of danger. Kal-El was to be Earth’s saviour; her uncle had informed her that under the Earth’s yellow sun a Kryptonian would manifest great powers. Powers to be used only for protecting civilisation.
However, though Quinn’s ship had departed only minutes after the baby Kal-El’s, it was caught in the solar explosion of Krypton. The alien spacecraft had been encased in debris from her planet, transforming into a Kryptonite asteroid and turning a journey that should have taken minutes, into years.
When she crashed to Earth in the midst of a meteor shower, she had awoken in a small town called Smallville. It had taken her a while to find Kal-El, but when she did she discovered that he had already grown and was almost thirty years old. He was going by the name of Clark Kent and had already built a life for himself. She had felt useless, without purpose. On this planet she was younger than him, a fact that he refused to let her forget and totally screwed with her mind. Here she was thirteen, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do now that Kal-El did not need her protection.
He assured her that she was needed, debriefing her of the knowledge she had retained of their home planet. He taught her to control her abilities; it was a necessity after she had nearly reduced his family’s barn to ashes with a fire she had ignited, just by glaring at it after Clark had scolded her for using her powers to rob the local bank for coffee money. The thing that she had most trouble ignoring was the noise; it seemed as if she could hear everything that was happening on this ridiculously small planet. She couldn’t sleep at first, the sound of a car screeching its brakes, or an infuriating little Chihuahua’s yapping keeping her awake though they were miles away. He had taught her to fly after she woke from a dream of floating above the clouds, only to realise that was in fact floating, not through clouds but it had been her head connecting with the ceiling that had woke her in the first place.
They had spent hours together in a place that he called The Fortress of Solitude, the only remaining evidence of Kryptonian architecture. Though he now lived in a city called Metropolis, Clark often spent time in the crystalline building in the Artic, it housed all of the Kryptonian artifacts he had recovered from his years on Earth, a virtual link to the memory of his parents and a portal to The Phantom Zone; a dimension which held imprisoned alien criminals.
He had taught her the importance of creating an identity, one that would allow her to safely live amongst the humans. He tested her, made sure that she would not reveal her heritage under any circumstance. It was Kal-El that had given her the name Quinn, stating that she could no longer be known by her birth given name of Kara Zor-El. She had been hesitant, the Earth name sounding foreign on her own tongue for most of the months she had spent in his company. But after the intense training for humanity he had put her through, she started to feel as if the name was truly her own.
One day he had approached her whilst she was reading a book; she found Earth literature to be fascinating, but far too short in length as she could absorb every word with one flick through its pages. He had held up an outfit, and she had shaken her head vehemently in protest. She had accompanied Clark on patrol for a few nights, sleuthing through back alleys and soaring above the buildings. Sure, every night they protected people, saved them from violent robberies and brutal murders. But Quinn had witnessed Superman, as he was known to the humans, in all his reinforced latex glory and she refused to embarrass herself by dressing the same way.
The first outfit had been little more than a latex body sock; Quinn had demonstrated the control she had over her heat vision by making quick work of making it disappear. Clark was displeased, but every night he brought her another outfit, the same navy blue, red and yellow as his own but different in design to the one she had melted the day before. He told her that the world needed an icon, someone that could be easily recognized for the good they were doing. He told her that she should be proud to wear something with the family seal emblazoned on its chest, that she would make her Father Zor-El, and the rest of their Kryptonian legacy proud. In the end she had gotten bored of his voice, for someone who had been coined The Man of Steel, he sure did whine a lot.
A few weeks before her fourteenth birthday, Clark sat her down and told her it would be best if she left Metropolis. She had been devastated, feeling as though she had lost the one remaining place she belonged. He told her that it was no longer safe for her to stay with him, that although she was strong, she was still just a teenage girl. He said that Lex Luthor, his arch nemesis, was aware that she was Superman’s cousin, and that he would not stop hunting her until she was dead. He assured her that he did not want her to leave, but that it was for her own protection.
The same night he handed her a copy of some papers, a fraudulent birth certificate and other forms of ID. He told her that a contact he knew had set up her adoption to a family in Ohio; the Fabrays. He said that she deserved to have a normal childhood, that of a human and that both her costume and her destiny would await her in The Fortress of Solitude once she was old enough to fully harness their power.
After arriving in Lima, Ohio, Quinn was quickly enrolled into high school and began her life as the all American girl. She didn’t particularly enjoy living with the Fabrays, they were cold and strict. She missed Kal-El terribly, eager to get back to him and her purpose. But as time passed she started to forget where she came from, instead focusing on where she was. She created the exterior of an everyday high school student, trying to blend in as much was possible without being completely invisible.
The last warning Clark had given her before she had left, was that she could never reveal her true identity to anyone if she wanted to ensure their safety. That there were villains in this world, both human and alien alike, intent on eradicating any peace and justice in the world. Quinn had lived by that rule every day she had spent with Russel and Judy Fabray. That is, until she saw her.
...To be continued?
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Fandom: Glee/DC Universe
Author: Amie
Twitter: HERE
Spoilers: Um, none I don't think. But lets just say all aired episodes for fair game.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Glee, they belong in Ryan Murphy's toy box, nor do I own Supergirl/Kara Zor-El, or anything related to DC comics.
Word Count: 1,787
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Quinn Fabray was sent to Earth as a teenager to escape the destruction of her home planet, Krypton. AKA Quinn is Supergirl.
Author's Note: I don't know why I did this, I'm supposed to be dedicating all of my time to "House Made of Paper" but this would just not leave my head. It's not my best writing, because I just wanted it out, and it's supposed to be more quick and light to read. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it.
Also, the title is from the song "Superman (Save you)" by The Friday Night Boys. I manipulated it a little from the original lyrics, but yeah.
Author's Note II: Holy crap-oh-doodle, I did not expect the response I got to this fic. Seriously guys, you're amazing. I just wrote the first part really quickly last night because I thought it would be stupid and funny. Wow. Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this part, wherein you get Quinn's backstory and I demonstrate my Superman/Supergirl knowledge ;)
Falling Too Fast To Save - Part Two
...The fire's burning in your eyes.
When Rachel awoke the next morning, the first thing she became aware of was the sound of people chattering. She slowly opened her eyes and squinted as the overly bright light of the room antagonized her growing headache. There were three nurses standing at the end of her bed, reading over a chart and giggling amongst themselves.
“Oh honey, you’re awake,” nurse number one said brightly. Rachel watched as the tall blonde woman whispered something to her two colleagues before dismissing them from the area and pulling the curtains closed. “You were pretty out of it last night.”
“How did I get here?” Rachel asked quietly. She shuffled her body so that she was able to sit up fully, noticing the cast on her wrist. “The last thing I remember was... passing out in an alley.”
“Well, that’s just it sweetie,” the nurse leant forward as if to whisper a secret. “We’re not exactly sure just how you got here. Nurse Jackie says that she turned around for just a second, and poof! There you were, lying on the gurney she had been pushing down to the pharmacy.”
Rachel rose a perfectly sculpted eyebrow disbelieving, “so you’re telling me that I,” she pointed at her chest with her hand that was not in a cast. “With my possibly broken legs...”
The nurse cut her off, “they’re not broken, just a few abrasions and lacerations here and there...”
“Well I didn’t know that when I was attempting to ditch a crazed lunatic last night. Even so, you think that I just walked all the way from where I fainted, to here? Without any recollection of doing so?”
“What other explanation is there?” The nurse asked incredulously. “Now, your chart says that your blood alcohol level was negative, as was your tox screen. So, if you’d like to explain what happened to you last night, miss?”
Rachel blinked. She was uncertain of the events that had transpired once she had tried to find solace behind the dumpster. She scratched her fingernails through her hair lightly and asked the nurse “was there any evidence of a brain contusion?”
The blonde shook her head no. “You don’t remember? Perhaps I should page our resident OB to come take a look at you, I’ll be right -“
“No!” Rachel exclaimed, she winced at the sound of her own voice and quietly muttered, “If you would be so kind as to pass me my jacket?”
The nurse looked hesitant but reached out for the jacket that was slung haphazardly over the back of a chair by the side of the bed. She handed it to Rachel and then stood with her arms crossed expectantly. The brunette took a deep breath, sliding her fingertips into the pocket and feeling around. Her eyes widened in shock as her hand closed around the tiny convoluted bullet that she had been sure wouldn’t exist under the harsh light of day.
“I’ve got to get out of here.”
....Meanwhile....
Quinn Fabray hated her life. Sure, she had a purpose, and protecting all of mankind was a pretty big deal. But sometimes she feared that she may be swallowed by the lies she was required to tell. Sometimes she wished she was just another girl, a human girl.
Quinn’s first memories of Earth were still vivid in her mind, she was certain that she would never forget the day she had woken up after 29 years in suspended animation. She had been sent to inhabit this planet by her Uncle Jor-El, when a raging war threatened to destroy her home planet of Krypton. Her duty was to protect Jor-El’s infant Son Kal-El, who’s ship had already left Krypton’s atmosphere at the first sign of danger. Kal-El was to be Earth’s saviour; her uncle had informed her that under the Earth’s yellow sun a Kryptonian would manifest great powers. Powers to be used only for protecting civilisation.
However, though Quinn’s ship had departed only minutes after the baby Kal-El’s, it was caught in the solar explosion of Krypton. The alien spacecraft had been encased in debris from her planet, transforming into a Kryptonite asteroid and turning a journey that should have taken minutes, into years.
When she crashed to Earth in the midst of a meteor shower, she had awoken in a small town called Smallville. It had taken her a while to find Kal-El, but when she did she discovered that he had already grown and was almost thirty years old. He was going by the name of Clark Kent and had already built a life for himself. She had felt useless, without purpose. On this planet she was younger than him, a fact that he refused to let her forget and totally screwed with her mind. Here she was thirteen, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do now that Kal-El did not need her protection.
He assured her that she was needed, debriefing her of the knowledge she had retained of their home planet. He taught her to control her abilities; it was a necessity after she had nearly reduced his family’s barn to ashes with a fire she had ignited, just by glaring at it after Clark had scolded her for using her powers to rob the local bank for coffee money. The thing that she had most trouble ignoring was the noise; it seemed as if she could hear everything that was happening on this ridiculously small planet. She couldn’t sleep at first, the sound of a car screeching its brakes, or an infuriating little Chihuahua’s yapping keeping her awake though they were miles away. He had taught her to fly after she woke from a dream of floating above the clouds, only to realise that was in fact floating, not through clouds but it had been her head connecting with the ceiling that had woke her in the first place.
They had spent hours together in a place that he called The Fortress of Solitude, the only remaining evidence of Kryptonian architecture. Though he now lived in a city called Metropolis, Clark often spent time in the crystalline building in the Artic, it housed all of the Kryptonian artifacts he had recovered from his years on Earth, a virtual link to the memory of his parents and a portal to The Phantom Zone; a dimension which held imprisoned alien criminals.
He had taught her the importance of creating an identity, one that would allow her to safely live amongst the humans. He tested her, made sure that she would not reveal her heritage under any circumstance. It was Kal-El that had given her the name Quinn, stating that she could no longer be known by her birth given name of Kara Zor-El. She had been hesitant, the Earth name sounding foreign on her own tongue for most of the months she had spent in his company. But after the intense training for humanity he had put her through, she started to feel as if the name was truly her own.
One day he had approached her whilst she was reading a book; she found Earth literature to be fascinating, but far too short in length as she could absorb every word with one flick through its pages. He had held up an outfit, and she had shaken her head vehemently in protest. She had accompanied Clark on patrol for a few nights, sleuthing through back alleys and soaring above the buildings. Sure, every night they protected people, saved them from violent robberies and brutal murders. But Quinn had witnessed Superman, as he was known to the humans, in all his reinforced latex glory and she refused to embarrass herself by dressing the same way.
The first outfit had been little more than a latex body sock; Quinn had demonstrated the control she had over her heat vision by making quick work of making it disappear. Clark was displeased, but every night he brought her another outfit, the same navy blue, red and yellow as his own but different in design to the one she had melted the day before. He told her that the world needed an icon, someone that could be easily recognized for the good they were doing. He told her that she should be proud to wear something with the family seal emblazoned on its chest, that she would make her Father Zor-El, and the rest of their Kryptonian legacy proud. In the end she had gotten bored of his voice, for someone who had been coined The Man of Steel, he sure did whine a lot.
A few weeks before her fourteenth birthday, Clark sat her down and told her it would be best if she left Metropolis. She had been devastated, feeling as though she had lost the one remaining place she belonged. He told her that it was no longer safe for her to stay with him, that although she was strong, she was still just a teenage girl. He said that Lex Luthor, his arch nemesis, was aware that she was Superman’s cousin, and that he would not stop hunting her until she was dead. He assured her that he did not want her to leave, but that it was for her own protection.
The same night he handed her a copy of some papers, a fraudulent birth certificate and other forms of ID. He told her that a contact he knew had set up her adoption to a family in Ohio; the Fabrays. He said that she deserved to have a normal childhood, that of a human and that both her costume and her destiny would await her in The Fortress of Solitude once she was old enough to fully harness their power.
After arriving in Lima, Ohio, Quinn was quickly enrolled into high school and began her life as the all American girl. She didn’t particularly enjoy living with the Fabrays, they were cold and strict. She missed Kal-El terribly, eager to get back to him and her purpose. But as time passed she started to forget where she came from, instead focusing on where she was. She created the exterior of an everyday high school student, trying to blend in as much was possible without being completely invisible.
The last warning Clark had given her before she had left, was that she could never reveal her true identity to anyone if she wanted to ensure their safety. That there were villains in this world, both human and alien alike, intent on eradicating any peace and justice in the world. Quinn had lived by that rule every day she had spent with Russel and Judy Fabray. That is, until she saw her.
...To be continued?