Forever Begins with the Ocean's Tides [7/14]
Title: Forever Begins with the Ocean's Tides
Pairings/Characters: (in order of appearance) Quinn/Santana, minor Puck/Kurt, minor Santana/Puck, side Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Quinn
Mentions: Quinn/Finn, Quinn/Puck, Rachel/Finn
Other Characters: Artie, Mike, Will, Russell & Judy Fabray, Matt, mentions SueRating: PG-13 for this chapter; NC-17 overall
Length: ~1,900 for this chapter; 25,000+ overall
Summary: AU Captain Quinn Fabray is in love with the sea and her ship, The Cheerio. With Santana at her side as her first mate she's certain she doesn't need anything else. But when the crew of The Cheerio takes over the Glee and they find some unexpected crew members on board the captain starts to question everything around her.
Author's Note: See Chapter 1
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5
Chapter 6
-Chapter 7-
Quinn shifted in her bed when she heard the loud knocking from the other side of her door at what she assumed was some ungodly early hour because she could barely muster up enough energy to open her eyes and move to get out of bed. A small body squirmed next to her and gripped tight around her waist and Quinn stopped moving to listen to the voices on the other side of the door.
“Captain! Captain, is everything okay?!” Quinn heard Kurt shout. “Oh my God, what if they killed each other?!”
“You idiot!” Santana hissed. “They’re not dead, okay? They’re probably just tired.”
“How would you know?”
“Because I saw Rachel come up here in the middle of the night last night and when she didn’t come back I came up to find out where she was. Trust me, the noises coming from that cabin weren’t even close to death. Now, get your ass up to the navigator and get the coordinates while I wake them up.”
Quinn groaned. She pulled away from the brunette and crossed the floor to her cabin door. She kicked the two ripped and discarded nightdresses out of the way and picked up the blanket Rachel had been wrapped in. She wrapped it around her chest and unlocked the door. When she poked her head out she groaned at the pain in her head from the bright light.
Santana smirked. “Have fun last night?”
Quinn grumbled.
“If you want me to I’ll take over for the day and you and Rachel can…”
“Shut up, Santana. Just let me get dressed and deal with this.”
“Aye, captain,” the Latina said with a smile. “Take your time.”
Quinn shut the door and locked it again. She turned back to look at the bed, Rachel was sprawled out with the sheet barely covering anything. Quinn licked her lips at the sight but shook the thoughts out of her head. She had a ship to captain and couldn’t afford any distractions the closer they got to the colonies. She crossed the floor again and dropped to the bed. She gripped onto Rachel’s shoulder and shook the brunette a few times.
“Get up, Rachel.”
Rachel grunted and rolled over. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Quinn.
“Good morning,” Quinn said.
“Quinn?” Rachel sat bolt upright and covered herself with the blankets. “Quinn, what happened? Why am I here?”
“Seriously? You can remember the whole of Romeo and Juliet but you can’t remember what happened last night? For starters, take a look at the fact that neither of us are clothed right now, that should tip you off.”
Rachel curled her knees up to her chest and rested her forehead on them. “So it wasn’t a dream?”
“No.”
Rachel shook her head. “I can’t believe I did that. I…I just gave myself to a woman who is apparently completely incapable of loving another human.”
“I’m still sitting here, Rachel. I can hear you.”
Quinn was only met with silence and she sighed and slid off the bed to put on her clothes. Just as she strapped her pistol on Rachel looked up at her, eyes wide and tears falling.
“I don’t regret it,” Rachel whispered. “I should, I know I should. I should feel guilty…but I don’t. I mean, maybe a little at the way it happened, I would’ve preferred something slower…and on a more comfortable location. My back kind of hurts.”
“You know we don’t have to do it just the one time, right?”
Rachel blinked. “You want to do it again?”
“Not right now, I’ve got things to do.” Quinn walked to her desk and started shuffling through her papers.
“Well yes but I thought maybe since you’d gotten what you wanted from me that you’d just banish me to the kitchen for the remainder of the journey.”
The tip of Quinn’s quill snapped when she inadvertently jerked at Rachel’s statement.
“I’m sorry, what did you just say to me?”
“You got what you wanted, didn’t you? You were…satisfied and I stopped prying. What else could you want from me?”
Quinn blinked a few times and looked over at Rachel who was now sitting on the edge of the bed with a sheet wrapped around her. Quinn took the few steps toward the brunette and knelt down in front of Rachel and looked up into dark brown eyes. Rachel smiled.
“Unless maybe it meant something more?” Rachel whispered and slipped her fingers through Quinn’s hair.
Quinn felt vulnerability slipping over her and she panicked. Vulnerability is what got her into bed with Puck. It was what got people hurt and killed and she wasn’t about to go through either of those. Her mind raced as Rachel looked down at her and fingers ran through her hair. Rachel would make her vulnerable and Quinn was determined to never let her guard down again. The captain quickly stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest, almost as if to protect her heart. She glared down at Rachel.
“What it meant,” Quinn hissed, “was that I wanted to shut you up! And you’re right, I got what I wanted from you so get back to the kitchen and do what I assigned you to do!”
Rachel’s shoulders slumped and she looked at the floor. “Can you have Brittany bring me something to wear?” she mumbled quietly.
“Fine.” Quinn stormed out of the cabin, slamming the door behind her. She searched below decks and found Brittany in the kitchen with Puck and told her to take Rachel some decent clothes. Brittany quirked an eyebrow and nodded and Quinn turned and left before the other blonde could question her.
Quinn saw Brittany emerge from her cabin an hour later with a look on her face that told Quinn she should probably jump overboard right that minute and get as far away from the ship as possible. Brittany stormed up the stairs to the quarter deck and the first thing she did was slap the captain across the face.
“You are a horrible person!” the Dutch girl yelled.
Santana looked up from the main deck and quickly made her way to Brittany’s side.
“What happened?”
Brittany growled. “She hurt Rachel! She hit her last week! Then last night she got her into bed and said horrible, horrible things to her this morning!”
Santana’s mouth gaped open and she grabbed onto Quinn’s arm and dragged the stunned blonde away from the irate Dutch girl. “Quinn,” Santana growled. “Quinn is she telling the truth?”
“Santana, I can explain…”
“Quinn! What is wrong with you?!”
“What?! You and I have collectively killed who knows how many people by setting ships on fire or in fights and you’re going to get onto me for giving that loud mouth what she needed when she decided to invade my privacy? And as for last night, it was either that or call you up.”
Santana gripped harder onto Quinn’s arm. “You cannot do this to her, Quinn! You have got to stop denying you feel something for this girl. It’s going to destroy both of you.”
“I feel nothing but annoyance toward her.”
“Really? She just annoys you? That’s it? Puck annoys you but I don’t see you caring enough about what he says to hit him. I wouldn’t have a problem if you did hit him but I swear to God, Quinn, I swear that if I find out you ever laid a hand on Rachel like that again I will be the one tying you to a cannon and dropping you overboard, got it?”
“Why are you protecting her?” Quinn jerked her arm out of Santana’s grip and looked down at her.
“Because I’m not going to let you throw her away like she’s just a toy. I’m not letting you ruin this. You’re my best friend, Quinn, and I can’t stand to watch you do this to that girl and to yourself.”
“Stop talking.” Quinn looked away from the Latina and backed away a few steps.
“Listen to me, Quinn. Being like that with her is only going damage her and get you even more on Brittany’s bad side and I know you’re good with sword and everything but I’m pretty sure she could kick your ass. You might not have messed things up beyond the point of fixing them if you go to her right now.”
Quinn scoffed. “And if I don’t want to mend things with her?”
“Then you really are more heartless than I thought you were.”
Santana turned on her heel and marched back to Brittany. The blonde tried to lunge forward to get to Quinn but the Latina held her back and pulled her down the stairs. Quinn watched from the railing as Brittany and Santana escorted Rachel out of the captain’s quarters and down below decks.
It was apparent at the next meal that Puck had taken back over the kitchen.
For the next few days every time Quinn would see Brittany on deck the Dutch girl would storm up to her and smack her or, if Santana was there to hold her back, she would just glare at the captain and shout random angry-sounding Dutch phrases that Quinn decided she didn’t want to know the literal translation of. Anytime she was slapped or yelled at Quinn just turned the other cheek and went about her business. She wouldn’t retaliate because she knew if she did she would have to face Santana and although she’d never admit it, she was petrified of what the Latina could do to her.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Quinn's calendar indicated it had been a month to the day that they had captured the Glee. The ship was moving slower than expected because of the shifting winds and by Quinn’s calculations they had at least another five weeks before they reached New York City. It was late at night, she again wasn’t sleeping well, and she was at her desk charting possible locations for their next stop after she went through with her plans in the city, assuming she survived. She was thinking seriously about attempting to hit the Pacific ports, possibly in China or some other far off country that would get her far away from anything that made her feel vulnerable or bring up unpleasant memories.
She chewed on the end of her quill until her concentration was broken by a shuffling at her cabin door. She glanced over to see that an envelope had been slid under it. She quickly jumped out of her seat and snatched it up. Her name was on the front in thin, perfect script. She tore the envelope open to reveal a short note in the same writing.
I wish I could’ve figured you out. I suppose, like so many other things, that the true you will remain a mystery to the world for eternity. I have no doubt that you’re a good person in your heart, Quinn, no matter how icy cold it may be.
Quinn flipped the parchment over, the back was blank. There was no signature, just what she’d read. She opened her door and walked out on deck in an attempt to catch the writer. She squinted through the darkness and by the soft glow of the lanterns on deck she saw a small figure fussing with her skirts at the port side of the ship. She watched Rachel grab onto one of the ropes and hoist herself up on the railing then look down at the water below. Quinn didn’t even think before she started running.
“Rachel, no!”
Chapter 8
Pairings/Characters: (in order of appearance) Quinn/Santana, minor Puck/Kurt, minor Santana/Puck, side Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Quinn
Mentions: Quinn/Finn, Quinn/Puck, Rachel/Finn
Other Characters: Artie, Mike, Will, Russell & Judy Fabray, Matt, mentions SueRating: PG-13 for this chapter; NC-17 overall
Length: ~1,900 for this chapter; 25,000+ overall
Summary: AU Captain Quinn Fabray is in love with the sea and her ship, The Cheerio. With Santana at her side as her first mate she's certain she doesn't need anything else. But when the crew of The Cheerio takes over the Glee and they find some unexpected crew members on board the captain starts to question everything around her.
Author's Note: See Chapter 1
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5
Chapter 6
-Chapter 7-
Quinn shifted in her bed when she heard the loud knocking from the other side of her door at what she assumed was some ungodly early hour because she could barely muster up enough energy to open her eyes and move to get out of bed. A small body squirmed next to her and gripped tight around her waist and Quinn stopped moving to listen to the voices on the other side of the door.
“Captain! Captain, is everything okay?!” Quinn heard Kurt shout. “Oh my God, what if they killed each other?!”
“You idiot!” Santana hissed. “They’re not dead, okay? They’re probably just tired.”
“How would you know?”
“Because I saw Rachel come up here in the middle of the night last night and when she didn’t come back I came up to find out where she was. Trust me, the noises coming from that cabin weren’t even close to death. Now, get your ass up to the navigator and get the coordinates while I wake them up.”
Quinn groaned. She pulled away from the brunette and crossed the floor to her cabin door. She kicked the two ripped and discarded nightdresses out of the way and picked up the blanket Rachel had been wrapped in. She wrapped it around her chest and unlocked the door. When she poked her head out she groaned at the pain in her head from the bright light.
Santana smirked. “Have fun last night?”
Quinn grumbled.
“If you want me to I’ll take over for the day and you and Rachel can…”
“Shut up, Santana. Just let me get dressed and deal with this.”
“Aye, captain,” the Latina said with a smile. “Take your time.”
Quinn shut the door and locked it again. She turned back to look at the bed, Rachel was sprawled out with the sheet barely covering anything. Quinn licked her lips at the sight but shook the thoughts out of her head. She had a ship to captain and couldn’t afford any distractions the closer they got to the colonies. She crossed the floor again and dropped to the bed. She gripped onto Rachel’s shoulder and shook the brunette a few times.
“Get up, Rachel.”
Rachel grunted and rolled over. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Quinn.
“Good morning,” Quinn said.
“Quinn?” Rachel sat bolt upright and covered herself with the blankets. “Quinn, what happened? Why am I here?”
“Seriously? You can remember the whole of Romeo and Juliet but you can’t remember what happened last night? For starters, take a look at the fact that neither of us are clothed right now, that should tip you off.”
Rachel curled her knees up to her chest and rested her forehead on them. “So it wasn’t a dream?”
“No.”
Rachel shook her head. “I can’t believe I did that. I…I just gave myself to a woman who is apparently completely incapable of loving another human.”
“I’m still sitting here, Rachel. I can hear you.”
Quinn was only met with silence and she sighed and slid off the bed to put on her clothes. Just as she strapped her pistol on Rachel looked up at her, eyes wide and tears falling.
“I don’t regret it,” Rachel whispered. “I should, I know I should. I should feel guilty…but I don’t. I mean, maybe a little at the way it happened, I would’ve preferred something slower…and on a more comfortable location. My back kind of hurts.”
“You know we don’t have to do it just the one time, right?”
Rachel blinked. “You want to do it again?”
“Not right now, I’ve got things to do.” Quinn walked to her desk and started shuffling through her papers.
“Well yes but I thought maybe since you’d gotten what you wanted from me that you’d just banish me to the kitchen for the remainder of the journey.”
The tip of Quinn’s quill snapped when she inadvertently jerked at Rachel’s statement.
“I’m sorry, what did you just say to me?”
“You got what you wanted, didn’t you? You were…satisfied and I stopped prying. What else could you want from me?”
Quinn blinked a few times and looked over at Rachel who was now sitting on the edge of the bed with a sheet wrapped around her. Quinn took the few steps toward the brunette and knelt down in front of Rachel and looked up into dark brown eyes. Rachel smiled.
“Unless maybe it meant something more?” Rachel whispered and slipped her fingers through Quinn’s hair.
Quinn felt vulnerability slipping over her and she panicked. Vulnerability is what got her into bed with Puck. It was what got people hurt and killed and she wasn’t about to go through either of those. Her mind raced as Rachel looked down at her and fingers ran through her hair. Rachel would make her vulnerable and Quinn was determined to never let her guard down again. The captain quickly stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest, almost as if to protect her heart. She glared down at Rachel.
“What it meant,” Quinn hissed, “was that I wanted to shut you up! And you’re right, I got what I wanted from you so get back to the kitchen and do what I assigned you to do!”
Rachel’s shoulders slumped and she looked at the floor. “Can you have Brittany bring me something to wear?” she mumbled quietly.
“Fine.” Quinn stormed out of the cabin, slamming the door behind her. She searched below decks and found Brittany in the kitchen with Puck and told her to take Rachel some decent clothes. Brittany quirked an eyebrow and nodded and Quinn turned and left before the other blonde could question her.
Quinn saw Brittany emerge from her cabin an hour later with a look on her face that told Quinn she should probably jump overboard right that minute and get as far away from the ship as possible. Brittany stormed up the stairs to the quarter deck and the first thing she did was slap the captain across the face.
“You are a horrible person!” the Dutch girl yelled.
Santana looked up from the main deck and quickly made her way to Brittany’s side.
“What happened?”
Brittany growled. “She hurt Rachel! She hit her last week! Then last night she got her into bed and said horrible, horrible things to her this morning!”
Santana’s mouth gaped open and she grabbed onto Quinn’s arm and dragged the stunned blonde away from the irate Dutch girl. “Quinn,” Santana growled. “Quinn is she telling the truth?”
“Santana, I can explain…”
“Quinn! What is wrong with you?!”
“What?! You and I have collectively killed who knows how many people by setting ships on fire or in fights and you’re going to get onto me for giving that loud mouth what she needed when she decided to invade my privacy? And as for last night, it was either that or call you up.”
Santana gripped harder onto Quinn’s arm. “You cannot do this to her, Quinn! You have got to stop denying you feel something for this girl. It’s going to destroy both of you.”
“I feel nothing but annoyance toward her.”
“Really? She just annoys you? That’s it? Puck annoys you but I don’t see you caring enough about what he says to hit him. I wouldn’t have a problem if you did hit him but I swear to God, Quinn, I swear that if I find out you ever laid a hand on Rachel like that again I will be the one tying you to a cannon and dropping you overboard, got it?”
“Why are you protecting her?” Quinn jerked her arm out of Santana’s grip and looked down at her.
“Because I’m not going to let you throw her away like she’s just a toy. I’m not letting you ruin this. You’re my best friend, Quinn, and I can’t stand to watch you do this to that girl and to yourself.”
“Stop talking.” Quinn looked away from the Latina and backed away a few steps.
“Listen to me, Quinn. Being like that with her is only going damage her and get you even more on Brittany’s bad side and I know you’re good with sword and everything but I’m pretty sure she could kick your ass. You might not have messed things up beyond the point of fixing them if you go to her right now.”
Quinn scoffed. “And if I don’t want to mend things with her?”
“Then you really are more heartless than I thought you were.”
Santana turned on her heel and marched back to Brittany. The blonde tried to lunge forward to get to Quinn but the Latina held her back and pulled her down the stairs. Quinn watched from the railing as Brittany and Santana escorted Rachel out of the captain’s quarters and down below decks.
It was apparent at the next meal that Puck had taken back over the kitchen.
For the next few days every time Quinn would see Brittany on deck the Dutch girl would storm up to her and smack her or, if Santana was there to hold her back, she would just glare at the captain and shout random angry-sounding Dutch phrases that Quinn decided she didn’t want to know the literal translation of. Anytime she was slapped or yelled at Quinn just turned the other cheek and went about her business. She wouldn’t retaliate because she knew if she did she would have to face Santana and although she’d never admit it, she was petrified of what the Latina could do to her.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Quinn's calendar indicated it had been a month to the day that they had captured the Glee. The ship was moving slower than expected because of the shifting winds and by Quinn’s calculations they had at least another five weeks before they reached New York City. It was late at night, she again wasn’t sleeping well, and she was at her desk charting possible locations for their next stop after she went through with her plans in the city, assuming she survived. She was thinking seriously about attempting to hit the Pacific ports, possibly in China or some other far off country that would get her far away from anything that made her feel vulnerable or bring up unpleasant memories.
She chewed on the end of her quill until her concentration was broken by a shuffling at her cabin door. She glanced over to see that an envelope had been slid under it. She quickly jumped out of her seat and snatched it up. Her name was on the front in thin, perfect script. She tore the envelope open to reveal a short note in the same writing.
I wish I could’ve figured you out. I suppose, like so many other things, that the true you will remain a mystery to the world for eternity. I have no doubt that you’re a good person in your heart, Quinn, no matter how icy cold it may be.
Quinn flipped the parchment over, the back was blank. There was no signature, just what she’d read. She opened her door and walked out on deck in an attempt to catch the writer. She squinted through the darkness and by the soft glow of the lanterns on deck she saw a small figure fussing with her skirts at the port side of the ship. She watched Rachel grab onto one of the ropes and hoist herself up on the railing then look down at the water below. Quinn didn’t even think before she started running.
“Rachel, no!”
Chapter 8