fic: We're Not in Kansas Anymore - Ending A
Title: We're Not in Kansas Anymore - Ending A
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Rachel/Quinn, Brittany, Mike, OMC, Puck, Dr. Lopez, Mrs. Lopez, Sue, Figgins, Karofsky
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU This is all Brittany's fault. But Santana can't be mad at her best friend about anything. Not even about finding herself in an alternate universe where Rachel hates her and is dating Quinn. But that doesn't mean she's staying.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~13,800 (total) ~1,550 (this part)
Spoilers: Other stories in the series. But I also took bits and pieces of Seasons 2.
A/N: So this happened. An AU of my Rachel/Santana series. Takes place between Some Days Love is Hell and Assume Crash Positions.
2nd A/N: Apologies. I know the last fic didn't have much Rachel/Santana interaction and this one doesn't either. But the next one? Well it should have a lot more.
3rd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
series masterlist
Part One
Part Two
Ending A: Home Sweet Home
Thursday, Santana wakes up a bit nervous. Today is the day she gets out of here. Even though it's not as bad as she first thought, it's still not her world; she doesn't belong. And so she's getting out of here.
…
The plan is to meet Marco and Brittany in the park at 11:30. Marco claims it has to be done outside or it won't work. Santana's pretty sure he just wants to justify being there, so he can watch, but whatever. He came through with the ingredients, so she doesn't care; as long as she gets back.
…
School is a distraction. Though Santana couldn't tell you what happens or what was discussed in class. She supposes, technically, it doesn't matter. She mostly amuses herself by thinking of things to do when she gets back; things she took for granted. She might even be grateful for Felix if she was forced to admit it.
…
At lunch, she sits next to Brittany and Artie at the glee table. Judging by the reactions of the other occupants, this doesn't happen too often. So she just eats and stays quiet. Santana listens to the others' discussions and marvels at the differences in this universe.
…
After school, the wait is excruciating. Santana has dinner with her parents and it's a quiet affair. She tries not to seem to sullen; just quietly eating her food.
Her parents chat about their days and ask brief, simple questions about hers. Santana gives basic answers and tries to not start anything.
When dinner is over, she offers to clean up, in hopes of killing more time. Her shocked parents accept and Santana feels bad about giving them hope, since she has no idea how the other her will react when she gets back.
Once she's done, she heads up to her room and does her homework. Because once again, it's a distraction. When that's done, the only thing left to do is mess around on the internet and wait for her parents to go to sleep.
At 11:30, she's climbing out her bedroom window and off to the park.
…
Brittany and Marco are already at the park when she arrives. Brittany greets her with a hug. Marco has everything set out.
"So do I have to wait until midnight?" Santana asks.
"That's what I was told," Marco answers.
"Listen, thanks for, you know, getting all the stuff," Santana tells him.
Marco just shakes his head. "It's a bit of my fault, I suppose," he says. "Least I could do. Besides, things have to be set right. Can't have people jumping universes and such. Can we?"
"No way, Uncle Marco," Brittany adds. "But I'm gonna miss you San."
"Yeah, I'm gonna miss you too, Britt. But don't give up on her. Okay?"
Brittany nods. "I'll try."
The alarm on Marco's watch beeps.
"Okay, let's do this," Santana says.
Santana accepts the knife from Marco. He holds the glass containing the tea, the Cassava root and the rose petals. Brittany is holding the spell. Gritting her teeth, she slashes her palm. Once the blood starts pooling, she grimaces as she wipes her blood on the blade.
She then accepts the glass from Marco and slides the blade into the liquid. She gives it a few quick stirs and then a few more for good measure. She drinks it, just barely; it's possibly the worst thing she's ever tasted.
Once she's sure her gag reflex won't cough it back up, she takes the sheet of paper from Brittany and begins to read.
Reverse what has happened
Undo what has been done
Return what is right
And repair what is wrong
I request of thee
Please fix my fate
I cannot stay
I need to leave
Return what is right
And repair what is wrong
Santana then looks up at the full moon. "I want to go home. I want to be back in my universe, with my Rachel and her back here, where she belongs."
There's so flash of light or shooting star to signal anything happened, so Santana looks to Marco.
He shrugs. "That's it. If it worked, you should wake up tomorrow in your own bed, in your universe."
"And if it didn't?"
"Then you won't," he replies.
"Great. Thanks," Santana says.
"Come one, San," Brittany says. "We'll drive you home."
"Thanks Britt."
…
Laying in bed, Santana stares at the ceiling and tries to will herself back to sleep. According to Marco it won't work unless she's asleep. Santana briefly wonders what happens if she doesn't fall asleep. Will it work anyway? Maybe the potion makes a person fall asleep. It certainly tasted disgusting. Santana hopes it worked for the simple fact she never wants to drink that horrible concoction ever again.
Eventually her eyes feel heavy and Santana drifts off.
…
Santana wakes up slowly. It's quiet. And early, judging by the just rising sun shining through the window.
And then Santana notices she's not in her own bed, or in her own room. She sits up slowly, almost scared to know for sure.
She's in Rachel's room, though alone in the bed. Listening, she can hear the faint sounds of water running. Hopefully that means Rachel is in the bathroom. Santana can barely hold back her whoop of joy, though she can't be one hundred percent sure until she sees her girl.
A moment later, Rachel reappears. She yawns and snuggles back into bed with Santana. Rachel wraps herself around Santana and closes her eyes.
Santana can't stop the shit eating grin from appearing on her face. She's back. It worked. Santana is back in her universe, with her Rachel and everything is the way it should be again.
"Shhh, Tiger," Rachel whispers. "We still have a whole hour before school. Sleep."
"Anything you say, babe," Santana whispers back. "I love you."
"Love you too."
…
Santana wakes up in her own bed instead of Rachel's and instantly knows she's back in her own terrible world. She curses loudly into her pillow. She had been in heaven and it's now been snatched away from her. How the fuck did the other her figure out how to return things to normal?
She climbs out of bed and looks around. It's only been a couple weeks and so nothing really changed. She supposes the other her was more worried about getting away than anything else.
Her computer is in sleep mode and she moves the mouse. She's surprised to find a video on the screen. Looking closer, she sees the name of the file is For Santana. Her curiosity piqued, she clicks play. And finds herself staring at herself or Santana realizes after closer examination, her other self. This knowledge is confirmed by her other self when she holds up her cell phone showing the date and time of three days ago.
Santana stares at herself on screen. They look exactly the same, but Santana can see they have very little in common anymore. Still, it's strange that she just sort of knew it wasn't her, personally, but her other self.
And then she starts talking. "If you're watching this, then you're back in my world and I'm back in mine. I understand why you did it. Just as you'll understand why I had to get back. Maybe if you can figure your shit out, your Rachel will give you another chance. Though trying to steal her from Quinn seems pretty low.
"So instead, I'll just say this. Don't you dare try this again. If you ever come after me or my Rachel again, there will be consequences. You think your world is no fun now? Well, let me roam free for a while and then be appalled by the world you return to. Because I promise you, it will be even worse than you're thinking right now. And I will always make it back to my Rachel.
"And if I have to, I will personally find you. And then you'll finally know what it's like to get your ass kicked, because I will make you feel pain.
"Let me give you a piece of advice. It doesn't do any good to live in the past. Look ahead and try to be a better person. Maybe if you're willing to let someone in, you'll find that acceptance and love that Rachel represents to you. There are other people who care about you.
"Good luck. We're sort of a part of each other, so I really do mean it."
The Santana on the screen smirks, gives a half wave and then leans forward. The screen goes blank.
Leaving Santana to stare at the blackness. The fucking nerve of her to do that. Just because she got lucky this time, doesn't mean she will again. Though Santana supposes the same could be said about her. She could do the spell again, but she's not sure she can guarantee that she'll end up back in that exact world. In fact, she could end up in a world even worse than this one. She supposes she could try to find another spell, but it took so long to find this one. She isn't even sure if there's anywhere left to look.
For now all she can do is stare at her blank computer screen and bask in the memories of the other universe. She wonders if the other Santana knows how good she has it. By the sound of it, she does.
Lucky fucking bitch.
Ending B: It was only a dream…
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Rachel/Quinn, Brittany, Mike, OMC, Puck, Dr. Lopez, Mrs. Lopez, Sue, Figgins, Karofsky
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU This is all Brittany's fault. But Santana can't be mad at her best friend about anything. Not even about finding herself in an alternate universe where Rachel hates her and is dating Quinn. But that doesn't mean she's staying.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~13,800 (total) ~1,550 (this part)
Spoilers: Other stories in the series. But I also took bits and pieces of Seasons 2.
A/N: So this happened. An AU of my Rachel/Santana series. Takes place between Some Days Love is Hell and Assume Crash Positions.
2nd A/N: Apologies. I know the last fic didn't have much Rachel/Santana interaction and this one doesn't either. But the next one? Well it should have a lot more.
3rd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
series masterlist
Part One
Part Two
Ending A: Home Sweet Home
Thursday, Santana wakes up a bit nervous. Today is the day she gets out of here. Even though it's not as bad as she first thought, it's still not her world; she doesn't belong. And so she's getting out of here.
…
The plan is to meet Marco and Brittany in the park at 11:30. Marco claims it has to be done outside or it won't work. Santana's pretty sure he just wants to justify being there, so he can watch, but whatever. He came through with the ingredients, so she doesn't care; as long as she gets back.
…
School is a distraction. Though Santana couldn't tell you what happens or what was discussed in class. She supposes, technically, it doesn't matter. She mostly amuses herself by thinking of things to do when she gets back; things she took for granted. She might even be grateful for Felix if she was forced to admit it.
…
At lunch, she sits next to Brittany and Artie at the glee table. Judging by the reactions of the other occupants, this doesn't happen too often. So she just eats and stays quiet. Santana listens to the others' discussions and marvels at the differences in this universe.
…
After school, the wait is excruciating. Santana has dinner with her parents and it's a quiet affair. She tries not to seem to sullen; just quietly eating her food.
Her parents chat about their days and ask brief, simple questions about hers. Santana gives basic answers and tries to not start anything.
When dinner is over, she offers to clean up, in hopes of killing more time. Her shocked parents accept and Santana feels bad about giving them hope, since she has no idea how the other her will react when she gets back.
Once she's done, she heads up to her room and does her homework. Because once again, it's a distraction. When that's done, the only thing left to do is mess around on the internet and wait for her parents to go to sleep.
At 11:30, she's climbing out her bedroom window and off to the park.
…
Brittany and Marco are already at the park when she arrives. Brittany greets her with a hug. Marco has everything set out.
"So do I have to wait until midnight?" Santana asks.
"That's what I was told," Marco answers.
"Listen, thanks for, you know, getting all the stuff," Santana tells him.
Marco just shakes his head. "It's a bit of my fault, I suppose," he says. "Least I could do. Besides, things have to be set right. Can't have people jumping universes and such. Can we?"
"No way, Uncle Marco," Brittany adds. "But I'm gonna miss you San."
"Yeah, I'm gonna miss you too, Britt. But don't give up on her. Okay?"
Brittany nods. "I'll try."
The alarm on Marco's watch beeps.
"Okay, let's do this," Santana says.
Santana accepts the knife from Marco. He holds the glass containing the tea, the Cassava root and the rose petals. Brittany is holding the spell. Gritting her teeth, she slashes her palm. Once the blood starts pooling, she grimaces as she wipes her blood on the blade.
She then accepts the glass from Marco and slides the blade into the liquid. She gives it a few quick stirs and then a few more for good measure. She drinks it, just barely; it's possibly the worst thing she's ever tasted.
Once she's sure her gag reflex won't cough it back up, she takes the sheet of paper from Brittany and begins to read.
Reverse what has happened
Undo what has been done
Return what is right
And repair what is wrong
I request of thee
Please fix my fate
I cannot stay
I need to leave
Return what is right
And repair what is wrong
Santana then looks up at the full moon. "I want to go home. I want to be back in my universe, with my Rachel and her back here, where she belongs."
There's so flash of light or shooting star to signal anything happened, so Santana looks to Marco.
He shrugs. "That's it. If it worked, you should wake up tomorrow in your own bed, in your universe."
"And if it didn't?"
"Then you won't," he replies.
"Great. Thanks," Santana says.
"Come one, San," Brittany says. "We'll drive you home."
"Thanks Britt."
…
Laying in bed, Santana stares at the ceiling and tries to will herself back to sleep. According to Marco it won't work unless she's asleep. Santana briefly wonders what happens if she doesn't fall asleep. Will it work anyway? Maybe the potion makes a person fall asleep. It certainly tasted disgusting. Santana hopes it worked for the simple fact she never wants to drink that horrible concoction ever again.
Eventually her eyes feel heavy and Santana drifts off.
…
Santana wakes up slowly. It's quiet. And early, judging by the just rising sun shining through the window.
And then Santana notices she's not in her own bed, or in her own room. She sits up slowly, almost scared to know for sure.
She's in Rachel's room, though alone in the bed. Listening, she can hear the faint sounds of water running. Hopefully that means Rachel is in the bathroom. Santana can barely hold back her whoop of joy, though she can't be one hundred percent sure until she sees her girl.
A moment later, Rachel reappears. She yawns and snuggles back into bed with Santana. Rachel wraps herself around Santana and closes her eyes.
Santana can't stop the shit eating grin from appearing on her face. She's back. It worked. Santana is back in her universe, with her Rachel and everything is the way it should be again.
"Shhh, Tiger," Rachel whispers. "We still have a whole hour before school. Sleep."
"Anything you say, babe," Santana whispers back. "I love you."
"Love you too."
…
Santana wakes up in her own bed instead of Rachel's and instantly knows she's back in her own terrible world. She curses loudly into her pillow. She had been in heaven and it's now been snatched away from her. How the fuck did the other her figure out how to return things to normal?
She climbs out of bed and looks around. It's only been a couple weeks and so nothing really changed. She supposes the other her was more worried about getting away than anything else.
Her computer is in sleep mode and she moves the mouse. She's surprised to find a video on the screen. Looking closer, she sees the name of the file is For Santana. Her curiosity piqued, she clicks play. And finds herself staring at herself or Santana realizes after closer examination, her other self. This knowledge is confirmed by her other self when she holds up her cell phone showing the date and time of three days ago.
Santana stares at herself on screen. They look exactly the same, but Santana can see they have very little in common anymore. Still, it's strange that she just sort of knew it wasn't her, personally, but her other self.
And then she starts talking. "If you're watching this, then you're back in my world and I'm back in mine. I understand why you did it. Just as you'll understand why I had to get back. Maybe if you can figure your shit out, your Rachel will give you another chance. Though trying to steal her from Quinn seems pretty low.
"So instead, I'll just say this. Don't you dare try this again. If you ever come after me or my Rachel again, there will be consequences. You think your world is no fun now? Well, let me roam free for a while and then be appalled by the world you return to. Because I promise you, it will be even worse than you're thinking right now. And I will always make it back to my Rachel.
"And if I have to, I will personally find you. And then you'll finally know what it's like to get your ass kicked, because I will make you feel pain.
"Let me give you a piece of advice. It doesn't do any good to live in the past. Look ahead and try to be a better person. Maybe if you're willing to let someone in, you'll find that acceptance and love that Rachel represents to you. There are other people who care about you.
"Good luck. We're sort of a part of each other, so I really do mean it."
The Santana on the screen smirks, gives a half wave and then leans forward. The screen goes blank.
Leaving Santana to stare at the blackness. The fucking nerve of her to do that. Just because she got lucky this time, doesn't mean she will again. Though Santana supposes the same could be said about her. She could do the spell again, but she's not sure she can guarantee that she'll end up back in that exact world. In fact, she could end up in a world even worse than this one. She supposes she could try to find another spell, but it took so long to find this one. She isn't even sure if there's anywhere left to look.
For now all she can do is stare at her blank computer screen and bask in the memories of the other universe. She wonders if the other Santana knows how good she has it. By the sound of it, she does.
Lucky fucking bitch.
Ending B: It was only a dream…