Teammates, Chapter 3: Calm before the storm
1: Introductions
2: Cards
3: Calm before the storm
Brittany wasn’t sure why she had been teamed up with Quinn and Rachel for this mission. She was used to not being able to understand other people’s intentions, but even for her this choice seemed odd. Two magic users and a thief? That made three people with low or medium defense. She just hoped whatever creature they would have to fight wouldn’t be a physical attacker.
Also, Santana wasn’t here and the absence of her best friend did nothing to ease Brittany’s nerves. She had, however, promised her to help Rachel retrieve her Guardian Force and make Santana proud.
Remembering the face Santana had pulled at her promise Brittany couldn’t help but smile. Her friend always pretended she didn’t care about anyone; that she was better off on her own and that everyone else was just a hindrance at best and a competition slash enemy at worst.
Brittany wasn’t fooled by a pair of furrowed eyebrows, though. For her reading Santana was as easy as it was hard to read anyone else. She understood that Santana liked being challenged, because challenges were what kept her going. She loved to hate others and she only hated others, because she really loved them.
She loved how Rachel could sing her wounds away and admired how she’d keep going no matter how many attacks were fired at her. Even if Santana would use her most cruel insults, even if she tried to slash her into pieces, even if Rachel would never have friends, no one could ever destroy her. Brittany knew that Santana knew that. She would probably never admit it, but if she had been able to choose her teammates, Rachel would have been a candidate.
And Quinn? She was definitely Santana’s greatest competition. Despite the fact that she was only one year older than the others, Quinn seemed to be decades ahead of them.
Just like Santana she was a born leader, but unlike the Latina she was more of a calm temper. Every step she made was well-thought-out. Where Santana appeared like Hercules trying to break walls with nothing more than her sword and her skull, Quinn used her wits to find the Achilles in each person before attacking. She never risked anything if she didn’t know there was a realistic chance to win.
Not that Santana was any stupid, the opposite was really the case. She simply lacked of self- control. And she knew it. And she loved Quinn for exactly that ability, even though she’d never say it out loud.
Brittany, on the other hand, would definitely have picked Finn over Rachel. The brunette’s healing powers were pure gold, but at the end of the day of no use if the enemy turned out to be a quick physical attacker. They’d be dead in no time.
“Do you have your scanner, B?” Quinn snapped her out of her thoughts and looked at Brittany with what could be described as something between confidence, ferocity and eagerness. She was more than ready to go in and her eyes flashed green behind dark lashes as Brittany answered with a simple nod.
Of course she had brought it. She wanted to make Santana proud. She couldn’t mess up.
“I really hope there is a bigger purpose behind the choice of our outfits and equipment we’re provided with, because ‘sand’ is absolutely not my color.”
Quinn shot Rachel an annoyed glare which said more than words could have. Rachel understood and resumed staring at the gates in front of the trio.
They had indeed been all dressed up in light brown outfits. Whilst Rachel sported baggy trousers and a short tight tank top, which made her look like a djinn, Quinn was wearing a plain pinafore dress. Although it seemed impossible, the short haired blonde maintained to appear very classy, even in such a simple piece of cloth.
Brittany envied the two a little. They had been provided with proper clothes and she, well, she was basically wrapped in a whole lot of bandages that covered all the important parts, but only very little more than that. Shifting uncertainly she made sure once again everything was held in place. It was.
Said bandages were actually replacing their shoes as they were carefully draped around the soft middles of their feet and their ankles for halt, leaving their toes and heels unprotected. Whatever it was they were about to face, Brittany was sure quickness would be the key to win.
They all three had also been given wide dark green belts with a little brown bag hanging off the side. Those contained a bottle of water and some basic equipment. In Brittany’s case there was a small knife, Carbuncle’s ruby, her scanner and a couple of self-made grenades to be found.
“I imagine it to be wonderful to finally have a G.F.” Rachel mused. “Brittany, you are so lucky you already have yours.”
Then she realized what she had said and her gentle smile was replaced by wide eyes and an embarrassed flush on her cheeks as she turned her head away from the two blondes. Quinn shot a quick glance over to Brittany but didn’t say anything.
They were well aware of what the word “lucky” meant for their teammate.
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It had been the shortest expedition in the history of the Garden. Brittany and Santana had been sent out to retrieve Carbuncle, but instead of a long exhausting epic battle with their lives on stake it had turned out to be more of a short field trip.
The two friends had barely entered the thick brushwood of the forest they had been sent into when Brittany had gotten hungry. “You can’t be serious, Britt.” Santana had rolled her eyes and shook her head when Brittany simply pulled out a carrot and noted: “Why?”
She sat down on a little rock as the Latina’s eyes kept searching the nearby area. “Britt, make it quick. We can’t waste much t…”
“Saaaaaan, look at this!”
And when Santana did look she could see an overly excited Brittany feeding Carbuncle with her carrot.
That was it. Instant friendship.
When the two emerged from the arena only twenty minutes after they had left and Brittany beamed and showed around the ruby she had received - a device to help her summon her G.F. - not everyone had been happy for her. One jealous student had huffed something that sounded remarkably like: “Dumb luck”.
Just as Brittany felt tears threatening to spill over her eyes caught a raging Santana next to her. Her hand was already gripping her gunblade and the break in her lips indicated trouble.
“San, don’t.”
So instead the Latina had yelled some vicious vicious words at the culprit before hugging her tight.
“I’m so proud of you.”
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“What are you smiling at, Britt? Stay focused!” Quinn again.
“I look like a mummy.”
Rachel giggled. “Well, actually you remind me of a potato root. I for one look more like a tree, especially with my green headband here.” She pointed at her hair.
“I like headbands.” Brittany shrugged. Whatever the feud between Quinn and Rachel was, Brittany liked them both equally.
Even Quinn couldn’t help but grin now. “Well, what do I look like then?” She expectantly raised an eyebrow and spun around once to let the lower hem of her dress fly.
“You look like a flower.” Brittany commented.
“But you always look like a flower anyway.”
Both blondes turned their heads to Rachel’s remark. Quinn furrowed her eyebrows, but when Brittany just nodded in agreement all insults were forgotten.
“Well”, Quinn stated, “for our own sake I sure hope I look like a vicious flower. One of the carnivore kind.”
With that all three lost it and broke out in giggles.
Their laughter only died down when the arena doors finally squeaked open.
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Are you ready for the battle? I am.
Chapter 4: Into the storm (part 1)
I noticed that there is not one other Final Fantasy/ Glee crossover out in the world wide web. I'm a HUGE Final Fantasy fan so if you have suggestions or a wish what you want to have included, shoot me a pm or simply comment here. I really want to do the genre justice.
That being said, I have ideas for at least 7 more scenarios and the FF universe is so full of possibilities. I don't think this is going to end very soon. Stay tuned!
2: Cards
3: Calm before the storm
Brittany wasn’t sure why she had been teamed up with Quinn and Rachel for this mission. She was used to not being able to understand other people’s intentions, but even for her this choice seemed odd. Two magic users and a thief? That made three people with low or medium defense. She just hoped whatever creature they would have to fight wouldn’t be a physical attacker.
Also, Santana wasn’t here and the absence of her best friend did nothing to ease Brittany’s nerves. She had, however, promised her to help Rachel retrieve her Guardian Force and make Santana proud.
Remembering the face Santana had pulled at her promise Brittany couldn’t help but smile. Her friend always pretended she didn’t care about anyone; that she was better off on her own and that everyone else was just a hindrance at best and a competition slash enemy at worst.
Brittany wasn’t fooled by a pair of furrowed eyebrows, though. For her reading Santana was as easy as it was hard to read anyone else. She understood that Santana liked being challenged, because challenges were what kept her going. She loved to hate others and she only hated others, because she really loved them.
She loved how Rachel could sing her wounds away and admired how she’d keep going no matter how many attacks were fired at her. Even if Santana would use her most cruel insults, even if she tried to slash her into pieces, even if Rachel would never have friends, no one could ever destroy her. Brittany knew that Santana knew that. She would probably never admit it, but if she had been able to choose her teammates, Rachel would have been a candidate.
And Quinn? She was definitely Santana’s greatest competition. Despite the fact that she was only one year older than the others, Quinn seemed to be decades ahead of them.
Just like Santana she was a born leader, but unlike the Latina she was more of a calm temper. Every step she made was well-thought-out. Where Santana appeared like Hercules trying to break walls with nothing more than her sword and her skull, Quinn used her wits to find the Achilles in each person before attacking. She never risked anything if she didn’t know there was a realistic chance to win.
Not that Santana was any stupid, the opposite was really the case. She simply lacked of self- control. And she knew it. And she loved Quinn for exactly that ability, even though she’d never say it out loud.
Brittany, on the other hand, would definitely have picked Finn over Rachel. The brunette’s healing powers were pure gold, but at the end of the day of no use if the enemy turned out to be a quick physical attacker. They’d be dead in no time.
“Do you have your scanner, B?” Quinn snapped her out of her thoughts and looked at Brittany with what could be described as something between confidence, ferocity and eagerness. She was more than ready to go in and her eyes flashed green behind dark lashes as Brittany answered with a simple nod.
Of course she had brought it. She wanted to make Santana proud. She couldn’t mess up.
“I really hope there is a bigger purpose behind the choice of our outfits and equipment we’re provided with, because ‘sand’ is absolutely not my color.”
Quinn shot Rachel an annoyed glare which said more than words could have. Rachel understood and resumed staring at the gates in front of the trio.
They had indeed been all dressed up in light brown outfits. Whilst Rachel sported baggy trousers and a short tight tank top, which made her look like a djinn, Quinn was wearing a plain pinafore dress. Although it seemed impossible, the short haired blonde maintained to appear very classy, even in such a simple piece of cloth.
Brittany envied the two a little. They had been provided with proper clothes and she, well, she was basically wrapped in a whole lot of bandages that covered all the important parts, but only very little more than that. Shifting uncertainly she made sure once again everything was held in place. It was.
Said bandages were actually replacing their shoes as they were carefully draped around the soft middles of their feet and their ankles for halt, leaving their toes and heels unprotected. Whatever it was they were about to face, Brittany was sure quickness would be the key to win.
They all three had also been given wide dark green belts with a little brown bag hanging off the side. Those contained a bottle of water and some basic equipment. In Brittany’s case there was a small knife, Carbuncle’s ruby, her scanner and a couple of self-made grenades to be found.
“I imagine it to be wonderful to finally have a G.F.” Rachel mused. “Brittany, you are so lucky you already have yours.”
Then she realized what she had said and her gentle smile was replaced by wide eyes and an embarrassed flush on her cheeks as she turned her head away from the two blondes. Quinn shot a quick glance over to Brittany but didn’t say anything.
They were well aware of what the word “lucky” meant for their teammate.
---------
It had been the shortest expedition in the history of the Garden. Brittany and Santana had been sent out to retrieve Carbuncle, but instead of a long exhausting epic battle with their lives on stake it had turned out to be more of a short field trip.
The two friends had barely entered the thick brushwood of the forest they had been sent into when Brittany had gotten hungry. “You can’t be serious, Britt.” Santana had rolled her eyes and shook her head when Brittany simply pulled out a carrot and noted: “Why?”
She sat down on a little rock as the Latina’s eyes kept searching the nearby area. “Britt, make it quick. We can’t waste much t…”
“Saaaaaan, look at this!”
And when Santana did look she could see an overly excited Brittany feeding Carbuncle with her carrot.
That was it. Instant friendship.
When the two emerged from the arena only twenty minutes after they had left and Brittany beamed and showed around the ruby she had received - a device to help her summon her G.F. - not everyone had been happy for her. One jealous student had huffed something that sounded remarkably like: “Dumb luck”.
Just as Brittany felt tears threatening to spill over her eyes caught a raging Santana next to her. Her hand was already gripping her gunblade and the break in her lips indicated trouble.
“San, don’t.”
So instead the Latina had yelled some vicious vicious words at the culprit before hugging her tight.
“I’m so proud of you.”
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“What are you smiling at, Britt? Stay focused!” Quinn again.
“I look like a mummy.”
Rachel giggled. “Well, actually you remind me of a potato root. I for one look more like a tree, especially with my green headband here.” She pointed at her hair.
“I like headbands.” Brittany shrugged. Whatever the feud between Quinn and Rachel was, Brittany liked them both equally.
Even Quinn couldn’t help but grin now. “Well, what do I look like then?” She expectantly raised an eyebrow and spun around once to let the lower hem of her dress fly.
“You look like a flower.” Brittany commented.
“But you always look like a flower anyway.”
Both blondes turned their heads to Rachel’s remark. Quinn furrowed her eyebrows, but when Brittany just nodded in agreement all insults were forgotten.
“Well”, Quinn stated, “for our own sake I sure hope I look like a vicious flower. One of the carnivore kind.”
With that all three lost it and broke out in giggles.
Their laughter only died down when the arena doors finally squeaked open.
---------
Are you ready for the battle? I am.
Chapter 4: Into the storm (part 1)
I noticed that there is not one other Final Fantasy/ Glee crossover out in the world wide web. I'm a HUGE Final Fantasy fan so if you have suggestions or a wish what you want to have included, shoot me a pm or simply comment here. I really want to do the genre justice.
That being said, I have ideas for at least 7 more scenarios and the FF universe is so full of possibilities. I don't think this is going to end very soon. Stay tuned!