Promise Me (chapter 1)
Title: Promise me
Author: GirlnamedClark
Rating: T
Summary: there was only one thing that Quinn had ever made Rachel promise her, and it was that she would take care of her baby if something happened to her. Character!death. Present time (angst)/flashback (fluff).
Rachel has to find a way to take Quinn’s daughter out of the Fabray’s hands. Master!plan.
Notes: based on a Veronica Mars’ ep. because that’s how I role.
Things you should know before you read this:
- Rachel and Quinn were a couple during Quinn’s pregnancy
- They were friends prior to that
- One of Rachel’s dads is a private detective which means she knows a lot about that area
- Lima is in California ;)
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“I need you to promise me” Quinn begged, as she gripped Rachel’s shirt when the brunette leaned down to hug her. Rachel simply couldn’t look at Quinn when she cried. She couldn’t stop the feeling of unbelievable torment when she would see the cheerleader in such state. She had tried to reach for her, hold her, trying to absorb her angst. But that was not what Quinn needed. She needed her to promise her, to guarantee her.
Rachel pulled way, her soft chocolate eyes blurred with hopeless tears because if she promised that to Quinn, it would be like admitting the possibility that Quinn could… Rachel simply couldn’t admit that possibility.
“Rachel” Quinn didn’t let go of Rachel’s shirt, her red and swollen eyes piercing into hers in desperation “I need you to promise me you will take care of her. Whatever happens. Whatever it takes”.
“No!” Rachel shook her head vehemently “I will not. Because you’re not going to die. You are not. Quinn, you’re going to be here for her. You’re going to take care of her. And I’ll be here to help you, of course, but I don’t need to promise you that. You know I’ll always be here for you”.
“Why don’t you just promise me that you’ll take care of her?” Quinn demanded, her face furrowed in pain and confusion, her voice squealing as if it was hard for her to have any sound come out. Rachel had never seen her like that. She was genuinely scared. Not only for her life; she was scared for her daughter’s.
“Quinn…” Rachel shook her head, begging for comprehension.
“They will get her if I die. They will get her and they will treat her like they treated me” Quinn cried “you know what they did to me. You know. I can’t simply let my daughter grow like that”.
Rachel turned away from the hospital bed where Quinn was lying and she pressed her hand against her tears, soaking them. She knew how the Fabray’s were like. She knew how they had treated Quinn. They physically abused of her, they made her grown in an unhealthy and inhuman environment of fear; they had broken Quinn “you are not going to die. And when you have Spencer we are both going to go to New York, as we planned, remember? You have your scholarship, I might get into Julliard. We are going to go as far away from them as possible, and there’s nothing to worry about. So I don’t need to promise you that”.
“Rachel” Quinn’s begging tone - that she had never used before and completely crept Rachel out - made the brunette turn to face her again. Quinn’s breath was being cut by heavy sobs and she could barely manage to talk. She extended her hand toward her and Rachel promptly took it. Quinn pulled Rachel and kissed her. The taste of Quinn and tears made Rachel’s mind shortcut. Quinn couldn’t die. She just couldn’t “promise me” the words were whispered against Rachel’s lips, as hazel eyes locked deeply into chocolate.
Rachel closed her eyes, fat tears sliding down her cheeks “I promise, Quinn. I’ll take care of her. Whatever it takes”.
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Quinn Fabray, daughter of Russel Fabray and Judy Fabray, passed away yesterday in Lima’s central hospital while giving birth to her daughter. Quinn had previously been diagnosed with a high risk pregnancy. The baby was born healthy and is going to live with her grandparents.
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Two months. Two entire months, and the pain hadn’t faded away.
The entire world didn’t understand. They just didn’t. When they squeezed Rachel’s shoulder and they told her they did, Rachel wanted to punch them in the face. It wasn’t possible that they understood, because nobody loved Quinn Fabray as completely and unconditionally as Rachel did.
Rachel’s world had stopped. She didn’t feel like she was living any more. She hadn’t sung since the day that Quinn had died. She hadn’t done anything but to cry alone in her room since the day Quinn had died.
People had tried to reach out for her. They had. Her dads still knocked at every meal and tried to persuade her to come down stairs to eat with them. They wouldn’t succeed and they would then just try to persuade her into eat something. Finn visited her frequently. He claimed that he knew how she was feeling, that he had loved Quinn too, but Rachel couldn’t believe him. Mercedes, Kurt, Tina, Brittany, Artie, they had all stopped by to offer their support to the brunette, but she simply couldn’t stand the sight of someone eyeing her pitifully. So she threw them out and she made sure neither of them ever felt like visiting her again.
When her fathers brought her the news that their school was going to plan a memorial in Quinn’s name, Rachel was sick. Everyone standing there, pretending like they had been Quinn’s best friends all her life, tearing up and saying cliché sentences.
They made her come. Rachel knew that the pre-fabricated memorial would mean nothing to her; it wasn’t as if she felt like it would be an offense to Quinn’s memory if she didn’t go. She hadn’t yet said goodbye to her and she wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to do so, but it was certainly not going to be in a memorial planned by hypocritical people.
But no one had told her that they were going to show a video in Quinn’s memory. When Rachel had been informed of such a thing, she felt a panic attack over coming her. It was hard to hear talking about Quinn, but actually seeing her… she couldn’t take it.
She looked at herself in the mirror, when she escaped to the school’s bathroom, and she tried to remind herself how to breathe. She had been doing that a lot lately. Her panic attacks had started the same night Quinn had died and they hadn’t stopped since then.
“Are you okay?” Rachel almost jumped at the sound of a voice. She didn’t know the girl, and yet she was offering her most compassionate expression. It was making her more and more upset.
Rachel escaped outside of the bathroom and instead of going back to the where the memorial was being held, she turned on her heels and walked in the opposite direction, toward the parking lot. Her dads were still at the memorial and they had the car keys, but Rachel figured she could walk home. Fresh air would do her good. She hadn’t left home in weeks.
As she walked across the parking lot, her arms crossed to protect her from the light breeze of the beginning of the evening, she saw a figure of a man, far ahead, covered in the shadows of a three, on the small grove behind the school. It seemed like him. Rachel stopped to glare, unsure if it was really him. She hadn’t seen him since the funeral. She actually hadn’t heard of him since then, as well. He had completely vanished.
Uncertain, Rachel approached the wood, knowing it was fairly stupid of her to do such a thing at night. It could be anybody. But it wasn’t. Her heart tightened as she realized she was right and it was him.
“Noah” she said, softly. He had been staring at her blankly since she had appeared on the parking lot. He was expelling thick grey smoke and only then Rachel realized he was smoking.
“Can I?” she asked, pointing toward the cigarette he was holding. He handed it to her and she drew a quick puff, handing it back to him. She hadn’t smoked ever because of her voice, but she just had felt an unbelievable urge to do so at that moment.
“Can you believe them?” Puck asked, in a low, resentful tone “they all used to whisper behind her back. She died and then, suddenly, everyone loved her?”.
Rachel quietly stared at him, knowing that she had been wrong those two months. She wasn’t alone in the world. There was someone that really understood what she had been going through, because there was someone that had loved Quinn as much as she had. And that person was standing just before her, looking as angry and tired and messed up as she felt.
“Where have you been?” Rachel believed that was the first sentence she had uttered that night.
“Around” he answered, vaguely. Breaking things, getting into fights, being arrested; he didn’t say.
“How have you been?” Rachel asked, her chocolate soft eyes fixed on his face.
“I think you know exactly how I feel” Puck replied. He threw the cigarette to the ground, pressing his shoe over it, avoiding Rachel’s gaze “they don’t even fucking let me see her”.
Rachel bit her lower lip. She knew that they hadn’t, because it had been the only time she had stepped out of her house voluntary and they had denied that to her as well. She had learned from her dads that they had named her Faith Fabray, against Puck’s will of naming her Spencer, which was the name Quinn always had called her.
“We have to do something about it” it was Puck who spoke it, but Rachel was thinking it too.
“I know”.
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How is that for a start?
I just wanted to warn you what’s this story is going to be like. Spencer will disappear and there will be an investigation. Rachel may or may not be involved with the disappearing of the baby.
Author: GirlnamedClark
Rating: T
Summary: there was only one thing that Quinn had ever made Rachel promise her, and it was that she would take care of her baby if something happened to her. Character!death. Present time (angst)/flashback (fluff).
Rachel has to find a way to take Quinn’s daughter out of the Fabray’s hands. Master!plan.
Notes: based on a Veronica Mars’ ep. because that’s how I role.
Things you should know before you read this:
- Rachel and Quinn were a couple during Quinn’s pregnancy
- They were friends prior to that
- One of Rachel’s dads is a private detective which means she knows a lot about that area
- Lima is in California ;)
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“I need you to promise me” Quinn begged, as she gripped Rachel’s shirt when the brunette leaned down to hug her. Rachel simply couldn’t look at Quinn when she cried. She couldn’t stop the feeling of unbelievable torment when she would see the cheerleader in such state. She had tried to reach for her, hold her, trying to absorb her angst. But that was not what Quinn needed. She needed her to promise her, to guarantee her.
Rachel pulled way, her soft chocolate eyes blurred with hopeless tears because if she promised that to Quinn, it would be like admitting the possibility that Quinn could… Rachel simply couldn’t admit that possibility.
“Rachel” Quinn didn’t let go of Rachel’s shirt, her red and swollen eyes piercing into hers in desperation “I need you to promise me you will take care of her. Whatever happens. Whatever it takes”.
“No!” Rachel shook her head vehemently “I will not. Because you’re not going to die. You are not. Quinn, you’re going to be here for her. You’re going to take care of her. And I’ll be here to help you, of course, but I don’t need to promise you that. You know I’ll always be here for you”.
“Why don’t you just promise me that you’ll take care of her?” Quinn demanded, her face furrowed in pain and confusion, her voice squealing as if it was hard for her to have any sound come out. Rachel had never seen her like that. She was genuinely scared. Not only for her life; she was scared for her daughter’s.
“Quinn…” Rachel shook her head, begging for comprehension.
“They will get her if I die. They will get her and they will treat her like they treated me” Quinn cried “you know what they did to me. You know. I can’t simply let my daughter grow like that”.
Rachel turned away from the hospital bed where Quinn was lying and she pressed her hand against her tears, soaking them. She knew how the Fabray’s were like. She knew how they had treated Quinn. They physically abused of her, they made her grown in an unhealthy and inhuman environment of fear; they had broken Quinn “you are not going to die. And when you have Spencer we are both going to go to New York, as we planned, remember? You have your scholarship, I might get into Julliard. We are going to go as far away from them as possible, and there’s nothing to worry about. So I don’t need to promise you that”.
“Rachel” Quinn’s begging tone - that she had never used before and completely crept Rachel out - made the brunette turn to face her again. Quinn’s breath was being cut by heavy sobs and she could barely manage to talk. She extended her hand toward her and Rachel promptly took it. Quinn pulled Rachel and kissed her. The taste of Quinn and tears made Rachel’s mind shortcut. Quinn couldn’t die. She just couldn’t “promise me” the words were whispered against Rachel’s lips, as hazel eyes locked deeply into chocolate.
Rachel closed her eyes, fat tears sliding down her cheeks “I promise, Quinn. I’ll take care of her. Whatever it takes”.
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Quinn Fabray, daughter of Russel Fabray and Judy Fabray, passed away yesterday in Lima’s central hospital while giving birth to her daughter. Quinn had previously been diagnosed with a high risk pregnancy. The baby was born healthy and is going to live with her grandparents.
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Two months. Two entire months, and the pain hadn’t faded away.
The entire world didn’t understand. They just didn’t. When they squeezed Rachel’s shoulder and they told her they did, Rachel wanted to punch them in the face. It wasn’t possible that they understood, because nobody loved Quinn Fabray as completely and unconditionally as Rachel did.
Rachel’s world had stopped. She didn’t feel like she was living any more. She hadn’t sung since the day that Quinn had died. She hadn’t done anything but to cry alone in her room since the day Quinn had died.
People had tried to reach out for her. They had. Her dads still knocked at every meal and tried to persuade her to come down stairs to eat with them. They wouldn’t succeed and they would then just try to persuade her into eat something. Finn visited her frequently. He claimed that he knew how she was feeling, that he had loved Quinn too, but Rachel couldn’t believe him. Mercedes, Kurt, Tina, Brittany, Artie, they had all stopped by to offer their support to the brunette, but she simply couldn’t stand the sight of someone eyeing her pitifully. So she threw them out and she made sure neither of them ever felt like visiting her again.
When her fathers brought her the news that their school was going to plan a memorial in Quinn’s name, Rachel was sick. Everyone standing there, pretending like they had been Quinn’s best friends all her life, tearing up and saying cliché sentences.
They made her come. Rachel knew that the pre-fabricated memorial would mean nothing to her; it wasn’t as if she felt like it would be an offense to Quinn’s memory if she didn’t go. She hadn’t yet said goodbye to her and she wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to do so, but it was certainly not going to be in a memorial planned by hypocritical people.
But no one had told her that they were going to show a video in Quinn’s memory. When Rachel had been informed of such a thing, she felt a panic attack over coming her. It was hard to hear talking about Quinn, but actually seeing her… she couldn’t take it.
She looked at herself in the mirror, when she escaped to the school’s bathroom, and she tried to remind herself how to breathe. She had been doing that a lot lately. Her panic attacks had started the same night Quinn had died and they hadn’t stopped since then.
“Are you okay?” Rachel almost jumped at the sound of a voice. She didn’t know the girl, and yet she was offering her most compassionate expression. It was making her more and more upset.
Rachel escaped outside of the bathroom and instead of going back to the where the memorial was being held, she turned on her heels and walked in the opposite direction, toward the parking lot. Her dads were still at the memorial and they had the car keys, but Rachel figured she could walk home. Fresh air would do her good. She hadn’t left home in weeks.
As she walked across the parking lot, her arms crossed to protect her from the light breeze of the beginning of the evening, she saw a figure of a man, far ahead, covered in the shadows of a three, on the small grove behind the school. It seemed like him. Rachel stopped to glare, unsure if it was really him. She hadn’t seen him since the funeral. She actually hadn’t heard of him since then, as well. He had completely vanished.
Uncertain, Rachel approached the wood, knowing it was fairly stupid of her to do such a thing at night. It could be anybody. But it wasn’t. Her heart tightened as she realized she was right and it was him.
“Noah” she said, softly. He had been staring at her blankly since she had appeared on the parking lot. He was expelling thick grey smoke and only then Rachel realized he was smoking.
“Can I?” she asked, pointing toward the cigarette he was holding. He handed it to her and she drew a quick puff, handing it back to him. She hadn’t smoked ever because of her voice, but she just had felt an unbelievable urge to do so at that moment.
“Can you believe them?” Puck asked, in a low, resentful tone “they all used to whisper behind her back. She died and then, suddenly, everyone loved her?”.
Rachel quietly stared at him, knowing that she had been wrong those two months. She wasn’t alone in the world. There was someone that really understood what she had been going through, because there was someone that had loved Quinn as much as she had. And that person was standing just before her, looking as angry and tired and messed up as she felt.
“Where have you been?” Rachel believed that was the first sentence she had uttered that night.
“Around” he answered, vaguely. Breaking things, getting into fights, being arrested; he didn’t say.
“How have you been?” Rachel asked, her chocolate soft eyes fixed on his face.
“I think you know exactly how I feel” Puck replied. He threw the cigarette to the ground, pressing his shoe over it, avoiding Rachel’s gaze “they don’t even fucking let me see her”.
Rachel bit her lower lip. She knew that they hadn’t, because it had been the only time she had stepped out of her house voluntary and they had denied that to her as well. She had learned from her dads that they had named her Faith Fabray, against Puck’s will of naming her Spencer, which was the name Quinn always had called her.
“We have to do something about it” it was Puck who spoke it, but Rachel was thinking it too.
“I know”.
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How is that for a start?
I just wanted to warn you what’s this story is going to be like. Spencer will disappear and there will be an investigation. Rachel may or may not be involved with the disappearing of the baby.