Genre: Romance / Horror / Thriller

Pairing(s): Unrequited Faberry / Quinntana / Fuinn / Bram

Rating: M

Inspired by Stephen King's Misery, Swim Fan and the Roommate. ;)

I was planning on posting this as a one-shot as was requested on Tumblr but... This story is just too big guys, it is bigger than I originally thought. I have still taken my time with it and I really like how it came out. I just have to finish the last portion of it now and type up the rest I have written so the next update should come soonish. Hope you like it!

xxx

Quinn groaned and fumbled around for her phone as it buzzed loudly, "Hello?" She croaked, her voice still thick and husky from sleep.

"Hi honey, no. I'm sorry I didn't call you when I got in... I was exhausted." She breathed, fighting back a yawn as her husband responded on the line.

"Mhmm, I love you too." She mumbled, glad he wasn't going to keep her on the phone for long. "Yes Finn, I will give you a call first thing tomorrow, you too. Bye." The blonde sighed and ended the call, her arm flopping back to the bed with a muted thud.

"He really is clueless, isn't he?"

Quinn's features softened as the body next to her shifted and the covers fell away to expose tan flesh.

"He never has been very observant..." She agreed, watching as the brunette turned to face her completely.

Santana frowned and reached up to cup the other woman's cheek. "You deserve better than that Oaf. You know that, right?" She asked, her dark eyes searching the hazel ones watching her.

Quinn nodded in agreement and leaned into the other woman's touch. "He loved me, told me I was beautiful when no one else did."

"That didn't mean you were obligated to marry him and you definitely don't have to stick around. This cabin is yours, right? Stay here, I'll keep you company."

"Is that all?" The blonde asked before tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.

Santana chuckled gently, "Of course not. If you didn't belong to someone else... I would have already asked you to be my girl." She said sincerely before leaning in to capture the blonde's lips.

Quinn smiled into the kiss, although she often found it difficult to trust words alone; Santana had stuck by her for years. She was there when Finn was not, even when Quinn was home and he was too busy with work. Santana was there, she was always there. As there as she could be, even with the distance between them.

The two kept in touch as much as possible via call, email and text. And Finn Hudson barely even knew Santana's name. And that wasn't for lack of trying on Quinn's part, she brought the brunette up often. Hoping to make Finn more aware on his own. She wanted to see if he would become curious enough to care. But he never did. Santana was just another uninteresting feminine story he didn't have time to hear.

The blonde blinked, coming back to reality as Santana's thumb stroked her cheek. "I would never let you feel unappreciated." She whispered, her tone and eyes reflecting her vulnerability.

Quinn's features softened into a warm smile, "Don't you already have me?" She asked before ducking her head to kiss the brunette's full, pouty lips.

xxx

Santana frowned and chewed the inside of her cheek as she looked out of the window. "When are you leaving again?"

"Monday, what's wrong? This is like the fifth time you've asked."

"I know, I'm sorry. Just... Promise me you'll be careful? There's supposed to be a big storm coming... I just don't want you getting stuck on one of the mountain roads or worse..." The brunette said turning from the window with her arms wrapped tightly around her torso.

Quinn shook her head with a smile before rising from her desk to approach the other woman. "I'll be careful. And I'll have my phone charged and I won't drive unless I feel absolutely safe to do so. Okay?"

Santana sighed and leaned into the blonde's open arms, "Okay, I just hate how you picked the least populated point up here with the shittiest cell reception..."

Quinn grinned, "That's why it's perfect, its my little get away. Limited cell phone use, no TV, no crowd... Just me. And now, me and you."

Santana smiled at that, "Okay. I've got to go... Sheriff duties and all that." She mumbled, squeezing the taller woman before pulling away slightly.

Quinn nodded, leaning in to give the brunette a quick peck on the lips. "Mmm... Sexy. Maybe I will do something bad so that I get a return visit... In uniform."

Santana rolled her eyes, swatting the blonde's ass playfully as she moved to gather her things.

"No way. Not again. I showed up at the precinct with cum stains on my pants. Luckily I had spares!"

Quinn bit her lip and watched as the shorter woman bent down to grab her boots. "And you're sure we don't have time for a quickie?"

Santana shot her a mock glare, "No. There's no such thing as a quickie with you, Quinn Fabray."

xxx

"Yes Finn, I heard you. I just- I told you that I wouldn't be leaving until tomorrow!" Quinn bit out in an exasperated tone. "Of course you didn't hear that part. You only ever hear what you want to." She spat, angrily packing her suitcase. "No, it's fine. I finished what I was here to do and believe me... I am well aware that your business gala is much more important than my hobby."

She shook her head, tugging the zipper to her suitcase roughly. "No, Finn. I am not being ridiculous, this trip was scheduled for months and you didn't tell me about this gala until now."

Quinn ran a hand through her hair and exhaled heavily, "It doesn't matter. I need to go, it looks awful outside. So I would really like to get moving." She said, hanging up without a goodbye and ignoring his rushed 'I love you.'

A half an hour later she was on the road, flurries dancing in front of her windshield as she drove. Within minutes the light snow had gotten significantly heavier, making it difficult to see.

Quinn bit her lip and eased onto the breaks, knowing that she needed to take the windy mountain road more slowly.

She was maneuvering around a sharp turn when her tires lost their traction causing her to fishtail erratically. Quinn cursed and tried to gently correct her vehicle but there wasn't enough time. She grit her teeth and released the steering wheel to shield her head and face as she hit the guard rail.

The blonde hissed in pain as her forearms and the very top of her forehead hit the steering wheel as her car rushed over the cliff and bounced off of the rocks.

She didn't even have time to whimper as she felt the car skidding along the rough terrain. The air was pushed from her lungs anyway and she fell into unconsciousness when she finally hit the snow bank at the bottom. Her head had bounced heavily against the window, breaking the glass.

The car's emergency alarm beeped insistently and something beneath the hood hissed as the warm metal settled further into the snow.

Quinn was oblivious to it all, including the figure that peered over the mangled guard rail from above.

xxx

Quinn groaned, her eyes fluttering open to stare blearily at her surroundings. The first thing that came into her line of sight was what appeared to be a very simplified version of an Intravenous Drip. The bag of translucent liquid was hanging from a plain metal stand, the cord ran from the bag and down to her left arm.

The room around her was foreign, it was homey and somewhat plain. There was a simple wooden desk with an unlit lamp atop it and a large bay window to the right. There was a nightstand with a lit candle, a dresser and two doors to her left.

Quinn's fingers tightened instinctively in the thick quilted comforter as one of the two doors was opened slowly.

"Oh, good! You are finally awake, you have been out cold for two days! How are you feeling?"

The blonde remained silent, her eyes appraising the other woman carefully.

The brunette merely smiled, moving passed the bed to fuss with the curtains for a moment. The room was dark, save for the minimal light coming from the flickering candle by her bedside. It made it difficult to get a good look at the stranger but her short stature and thin body made Quinn feel a little more at ease.

When she was done by the window, the brunette made her way over to sit at the end of the bed expectantly.

"I'm sore." Quinn whispered finally, her voice coming out rough and small from lack of use. She could slowly feel her body relaxing, despite how close the stranger was sitting to her. She seemed harmless enough. "Where am I?" She asked, glancing toward the window and the darkened sky. Large snowflakes were still falling lazily and she silently contemplated how much had fallen since her accident.

"My home." The brunette responded simply, making Quinn quirk a brow. "Apologies, you are still on the mountain... We are several miles South, about half way down. I was coming home when I saw your tire tracks and what was left of the guard rail." She sucked in a deep breath before continuing, "Going over that cliff made it a little difficult to get down to you... So I drove home to swap out my truck for my snow mobile and something suitable to carry you on."

"You were coming down the mountain?" Quinn asked, her eyes narrowing. "My cabin is the last residence on that road, there's no outlet..." She said, remembering distinctly that she hadn't made it from the road that led to her cabin to the main road that went through the mountains.

The brunette chuckled and tucked a strand piece of hair behind her ear. "Yes, about that... I must apologize, I was not aware you were home this weekend."

Quinn's eyes narrowed further but she remained silent as she waited for the other woman to continue.

"I frequently visit the look out point passed your home and I noticed your property had very good trees for burning..."

"So, you've been trespassing on my property to collect fire wood for yourself?" Quinn asked, her voice rising sharply.

The brunette lowered her eyes to her lap, "As I said... My apologies, I was hoping that my saving you might even things out a bit."

Quinn sighed and nodded, "Yes, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to take all of this in... And my head is throbbing."

The brunette's lips split into a smile, "I will be right back."

Quinn watched the other woman disappear out into the hallway quickly. She didn't appear to be much older than Quinn and she was pretty, in a plain way. The blonde guessed that she was also tired, she had rescued her after all.

The other woman returned soon enough, a large tray clutched between her hands. "You probably woke yourself up because your medication is wearing off..." She mumbled, setting the tray down carefully on the bed.

"Let me light a few more candles so that you can see to eat."

Quinn watched the brunette fuss around the room, lighting a few more candles and setting them on the dresser and desk to brighten the room. When she was finished she made her way back to the bed before moving the tray closer to the blonde.

"Eat first and then I will give you your shot."

Quinn nodded and placed the tray onto her lap, "Thank you, er..."

"Rachel." The brunette said with a warm smile, Quinn returned the gesture.

"Thank you, Rachel." The blonde said, blowing on the soup in her spoon. "I'm Quinn F-"

"Fabray. Yes, I know who you are."

Quinn chuckled, "So you've read my books, I take it?"

"Yes, all of them. I am a huge fan of your work." Rachel said, ducking her head as a blush darkened her cheeks.

"I'm glad to hear that, thank you." The blonde said sincerely, Rachel's teeth worried her lip.

"Were you up here to write? I remember you saying in one of your author's notes that you go to your cabin to work."

"Yes, I was typing up my newest novel."

"New?" The brunette asked, straightening up quickly at the response.

"Yes, I've decided to wrap up my Misery series and move on to a new subject. A fresh start." The blonde said, another brunette flashed in her mind at the double meaning those words held. She glanced around, the rest of her food momentarily forgotten. "Did you happen to get anything else from my car?"

Rachel was on her feet in seconds, "Yes, I retrieved your suit case and two more bags. Give me a moment."

Quinn nodded and finished her soup while the brunette fetched her things.

"Here we go." Rachel panted, struggling a little to set the two bags she was carrying down gently.

"Thank you." Quinn said sincerely, "The final draft is in that brown portfolio, if you'd like to read it?"

"Really?" Rachel asked, her eyes widening excitedly.

"Of course. I owe you my life, it's the least I can do."

The brunette squealed excitedly, bouncing on her feet. "I cannot wait! I will start it first thing tomorrow!"

Quinn smiled at the woman's reaction, glad that it was her work that was the reason for her happiness. Rachel cleared her throat and calmed considerably. "Sorry, I have often been called your biggest fan... A title I accept with pride. Are you all finished eating?" She asked, blushing as she approached the bed.

"Yes." Quinn said, folding her napkin and placing it back on the tray. "Thank you, it was delicious."

"You are welcome. Now, time for your shot... You will get one tomorrow afternoon as well and then I would like to wean you onto pills."

Quinn chewed on her lip and watched as Rachel moved the tray aside. She pulled a capped syringe from the pocket of her cardigan and removed the cap quickly. "Do not worry, I am a trained nurse. You are in good hands." She said, flashing Quinn a reassuring smile.

Quinn chuckled nervously before licking her lips, "How bad am I?" She asked in a quiet voice.

Rachel glanced up as she capped the syringe when she was done. "Your legs are broken and your right shoulder was dislocated."

The blonde gulped down the bile threatening to bubble up her throat, "Why aren't I in the hospital?" She asked, lifting her good arm to feel for any wounds on her face.

Her lips were chapped but didn't appear to be split. Several places along jaw and temple felt tender, she guessed it was from bruising. Quinn gave a small sigh of relief when she felt only one laceration on her face. It was small and just on the edge of her hairline. By the feel of it, Rachel had already stitched it up to heal.

She frowned when she looked back to the brunette, her previously gentle features blank.

"The blizzard was too bad, I barely got you back here by myself." She said, straightening up. "Your car was nearly hidden from view by the time I got the door open. My darn crowbar kept slipping." She mumbled, jumping up quickly and taking the tray with her.

Quinn's frowned deepened when the brunette finally left the room, unsure as to what she had said to upset the other woman so much.

xxx

"Morning Quinn!"

The blonde groaned, wincing as the brunette threw open the curtains she must have closed during the night.

"How did you sleep?" She asked, approaching the bed.

"Alright." Quinn replied, sucking in a harsh breath as she tried to sit up more fully than the pillows behind her allowed.

"Oh no, try not to move too much..." Rachel cooed, moving closer. "Your legs just scream grand opera when you move, don't they?" She asked, pulling out a fresh syringe to give Quinn her shot.

Quinn averted her eyes and tried to ignore the slight pinch of the needle. "Will I be able to walk?" She asked, her eyes burning at the possibility of the answer being no.

"Oh yes, of course you will be able to walk! Your arm should heal up nicely too." She said, smiling when the blonde finally looked back toward her. "Your shoulder was a little difficult but I managed to pop it back into place. What I am most proud of, though... Is the work I did on your legs-" She said, smiling wider as she pulled the covers back to expose Quinn's lower body.

The blonde slammed her eyes shut and turned her head away, her jaw flexing. She had only caught a quick glimpse but the sight had been enough to make her stomach twist painfully.

Her pale flesh was littered with bruising and swelling.

"Considering what I had to work with," Rachel continued, pulling the covers back until even her feet were uncovered. "I do not know a doctor who could have done better."

Quinn's mangled legs were set with make-shift splints; they appeared to be a combination of spoons, the detachable bottoms of crutches and ace bandages.

The blonde gulped, knowing it would bother her more not seeing the full extent of her injuries. She slowly cracked her eyes back open, noting how swollen her feet were and the two blood stained gauze strips on her shins.

"It is not nearly as bad as it looks, Quinn. You have a compound fracture of the tibia in both legs and your fibula in the right is fractured, too. I could hear your bones moving, so it would be best if your legs remained immobile." Rachel said, moving to cover the blonde's legs back up. "And as soon as the roads are open, I will get you to a hospital."

"Thank you..." Quinn croaked weakly, the brunette shook her head gently.

"There is no need to thank me. For now all you need to do is relax and recover. I consider it an honor to provide you with the care you need for the time being." She said, smiling as she smoothed down the quilt. "Rest now, I am going to make you some breakfast. I'll be back in a bit."

xxx

"Hello, I need to speak to the Silver Creek Chief of Police or Sheriff."

Santana tucked the phone in between her shoulder and ear as she leaned back in her chair. "You're speaking to her, sir. What can I help you with?" She asked, kicking her booted feet up onto her desk.

"Ah, good. Hello, ma'am. My name is Finn Hudson..."

Santana's feet immediately went back down to the floor, her heart kick-starting in her chest. Quinn had texted late Sunday that she was leaving early and had not contacted her since.

"Uhm, hello? Are you still there, ma'am?" She heard Finn ask, Santana cleared her throat and ran a hand through her hair.

"Yes, I am. Could you repeat that for me, Mr. Hudson?"

"Uh. Yes, I can. I'm worried that my wife, Quinn might not have been able to leave town. When I talked to her last, she mentioned that a storm was coming through and that she wanted to leave before it hit... I haven't heard anything from her since."

Santana's heart leapt into her throat, a feeling of dread consuming her.

"And what is her full name again, sir?" She asked, trying to play dumb and hope that her voice didn't convey her true emotions.

"Quinn Hudson, although she does also go by Fabray."

"Quinn Fabray, as in the author, Quinn Fabray?"

"That's the one." Finn confirmed and Santana could swear she heard him smiling. The idiot didn't even have the common sense to actually be worried by his wife's absence.

"You should have said that to begin with." Santana said, not bothering to hide the edge to her voice. "She's got a lot of fans around here. Everyone loves those Misery books."

"Uh, yes. I'm sure they do, I've heard she's a very talented writer."

"You haven't read them, Mr. Hudson?" She asked, feigning shock.

"No, I've never been one for reading..."

Santana rolled her eyes, 'Of course not, you probably don't even realize they're about the two of you.'

"Uhm, anyway... As I'm sure you're aware, she's been coming to her cabin in Silver Creek for years to finish her books-"

"Yes, I am aware. She's been up here for the last four weeks, right?"

"Yes ma'am, that's correct."

"And since you said the last time you talked to her that she was leaving... I'm guessing you're worried something has happened to her?"

He chuckled nervously, "Yes, I think it could be a possibility. I'm also worried she may have said she was leaving and never did... We sort of had a fight last time we talked." He mumbled and Santana had to fight back the urge to laugh.

"So you think it's also a possibility she's stranded up there now... Maybe unable to use her phone?" She filled in, hoping to ease her own mind in the process.

"Yes ma'am." He confirmed, "If you could check into it for me?"

"Can do, Mr. Hudson. It would appear Mrs. Fabray has your number on file as a back up, in case of emergency..." She repeated the recorded number on file to him to ensure it was current. In reality, she had no intention of calling him. Quinn could do that herself, after Santana made sure she was safe.

"Yes, that is my cell number." Finn confirmed, "I'm calling from my office so... If you can't reach me on my cell, try this number too. Thank you again, ma'am. Goodbye."

She bid him a quick farewell, jotting down his work number from the caller I.D.

"What's up, Sheriff? You look pale." A blonde man asked as he entered the room.

"Just got a call about Quinn that has me a little rattled... Her husband says she isn't home yet."

The man chuckled and took a seat at his own desk. "Maybe she finally decided to wise up and leave him."

Santana barked out a sarcastic laugh, "Very funny, Samuel. She hasn't contacted either of us." She said, her voice much more serious and quiet.

"Oh." Sam said lamely, his grin immediately disappearing. "You don't think...?"

"I don't know." She said, chewing at her thumbnail. "I'm going to go check her cabin, if I can even get up there..."

"Want me to come along? Things have been extra slow, given they're still clearing out the snow. Everyone's just staying at home."

"Yeah, I could use some back up. Blaine should be in soon anyway, I'll just text him to let him know we headed out."

Sam nodded and finished his coffee before moving to get his jacket. "I'm going to go warm up the car, Sheriff."

Santana nodded as she finished typing out her text to Blaine, "Okay. I'll be out in a second. Thanks, Sam."

xxx

"I hope you are okay with vegan... I had to cook it over a fire but I think I made it work." Rachel said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

Quinn yawned, her eyes blinking open slowly. "I'm sure it will be delicious... I'm starved."

The brunette smiled and adjusted the blankets before placing the tray on Quinn's lap. "How are you feeling?"

The blonde sighed contentedly and swallowed her first bite.

"I'm still feeling good, how long was I out?"

"About two hours, your shot knocked you right out!" Rachel said with a small chuckle, "I did nott have the heart to wake you."

Quinn nodded and continued to eat silently for the next few minutes. When she finished, she folded her napkin and placed it back on the tray.

"It was a miracle that you found me." She said suddenly, smiling weakly as Rachel removed the tray from her lap.

"Well, to be honest..." The brunette started, glancing down at the floor. "While I enjoy going to the look out point for the view... I originally discovered it because I went up that way after hearing about your cabin." She paused and raised her eyes sheepishly to meet the blonde's.

"I hoped that maybe I would catch you up there and would have the opportunity to meet you."

Quinn was watching her silently, a small frown playing at her lips as she absorbed the information.

"I apologize if this makes you feel uncomfortable, Quinn. But to me, you are the greatest author in the world. I cannot help but want to talk to you and see- No, to know the woman behind your genius work."

Quinn's lips twitched up into a smile but she remained silent as Rachel continued.

"The day I found you... I saw you preparing to leave. I did not know why the greatest literary genius wanted to drive in a blizzard. By the time I found you, you had already gone over the cliff..."

Quinn chuckled weakly and averted her eyes. "I honestly didn't realize it would get so bad that quickly. The storm wasn't even supposed to start until the next day."

Rachel smiled broadly then and Quinn felt as though she had seen that smile some where before. She didn't have long to think about where she recognized it from because the brunette was speaking again.

"Well, it is a good thing I was crazy enough to drive in it too because now you are alive and can write more books! I have read all of your work, all eight of the Misery novels. I love them."

"Yes, I am very grateful. Thank you again, Rachel." The blonde lowered her eyes, her teeth worrying her lip. "Uhm, I was wondering... Did you happen to find my phone?"

Rachel shook her head and paused by the door, "I did not. I would offer to let you use my land-line but I am afraid that it is down. The snow must have damaged something. I am sure that they will have it all sorted out shortly after the roads are cleared."

"Oh, I see." Quinn replied, her disappointment clear in her voice. Rachel ignored it and smiled fondly toward the blonde.

"I have not had a chance to start reading but I think I will. I cannot wait to read your newest masterpiece, Quinn."

xxx

"Shit!" Santana swore, bringing her hand down heavily against her desk. "She isn't answering... It keeps going straight to her damn answering machine!"

Sam frowned and played with the edge of an open manilla folder that was laid out on his desk. He kept his eyes trained on his computer while Santana hit redial to try again. The snow was slowly melting but not fast enough, even with their snow tires the drive would be slow going.

He chewed absently on the inside of his cheek as he listened to his superior let out a restrained whimper nearby.

xxx

Quinn sputtered slightly when Rachel shoved the spoon too far into her mouth.

"Sorry." The brunette muttered quickly, wiping the blonde's chin with a small frown.

Quinn mumbled out a quick 'its okay', a little unnerved by the other woman's sour mood.

"I am only forty pages in." Rachel said in a quiet voice and Quinn nodded, hoping she would continue.

"And, what do you think?" She asked finally, pressing for the brunette to speak freely.

"Who am I to criticize someone like you?" Rachel asked meekly, raising her eyes to meet Quinn's.

The blonde merely stared at her and waited silently for her to continue.

Rachel sighed deeply, "While it is brilliantly written... The problem is... The problem is the swearing, Quinn. There, I said it."

"The profanity bothers you." The blonde said, a small frown tugging at her lips as she gave a knowing nod.

"It has no nobility!"

"It's about slum kids... My best friend was a slum kid, everyone talks like that."

Rachel scoffed, her cheeks and her neck flushed slightly. "They most certainly do not! What do you think I say when I go into town and place an order? Well Arthur, give me a pound of that effing-" She stopped abruptly when soup sloshed over the edge of the bowl due to the erratic hand movements she had been using to emphasize her point.

The brunette jumped to her feet, her dark eyes narrowing. "Now look at what you made me do!" She cried, stomping her feet and shaking visibly.

Rachel noticed the blonde's expression and ran a hand through her long hair. "I-I'm sorry, Quinn. I get carried away sometimes... Let me get this cleaned up..." She mumbled before rushing out of the room to fetch some paper towels.

Quinn just stared at her blankly, too shocked by the sudden outburst to do anything else.

xxx

Santana groaned, slamming her phone down on her desk and reaching for her jacket. "Come on Sam, we're going."

The blonde man nodded and grabbed his coat from the back of his chair.

They had been waiting for deputy Anderson to arrive but Santana could only be sent to Quinn's voicemail so many times.

"It still isn't ringing." She muttered as she locked the door to the building quickly.

Sam frowned, snow crunching loudly beneath his boots as he followed her to the truck. "Want me to drive?" He asked, watching as she continued to tinker with her phone.

"Yeah. Dammit, Anderson! He better get his ass down here soon... I hate that I had to lock up but..." She let the words trail off, not wanting to voice the full extent of her fears.

"Hey, I know. It's been slow and anyone who needs help around here has our cell numbers too. We've got this, Sheriff."

Santana nodded slowly from the passenger seat as he started the truck. "Maybe I should clip this badge onto you for the time being..." She mumbled, her eyes turned down toward the glossy medal badge.

Sam ignored the comment and the two sat in silence for several minutes before he finally chose to speak.

"You really think she's up here, ma'am? You said they had an argument... Right? Maybe she's just punishing him... I know that my wife does that to me sometimes, doesn't answer her phone just to make me see what I am missing."

"She would answer for me, Sam. I told you that. This isn't like her." Santana snapped, her nerves were getting worse the closer they got to Quinn's road.

Luckily for them, the after noon sun had helped to soften the ice and snow. Their truck was made to withstand inclimate weather anyway and faired much better than Quinn's sedan had.

Santana's stomach dropped and her throat tightened when the mangled guard rail came into view. She gripped the handle on the door of the truck tightly in one hand and the other moved up to cover her mouth.

"Shit." Sam muttered, slowing the truck to a stop. The vehicle had barely been put into park when Santana had her door open and was rushing toward the side of the road.

She peered over the edge, falling to her knees before crawling closer to the side of the cliff.

All she could see was thick mounds of snow until the treeline that led into the forest and her heart rate pounded louder in her ears.

"Should I call it in?" Sam asked from the truck, his hand hovering over the radio.

She trembled and shook her head. "We should go to her cabin first, I can't see a vehicle. All I see is snow and trees."

"Yeah, it could have been a boulder or something... That is why we have those signs up." He said, trying to comfort her.

Santana nodded and rose slowly, brushing off her jeans as she did. "Yeah, right..."

xxx

"Quinn! Guess what I picked up!" Rachel cried excitedly as she made her way into the small bedroom. "Misery's child! Oh, Quinn. I am so excited!"

The blonde blinked slowly into consciousness, her smile faltering when she noticed the book in Rachel's hands.

"Does this mean that the roads are open?" She asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from the other woman.

Rachel turned away, moving from the view of the doorway as she removed her jacket. "Uhm, yes. They were. But it was a rough ride, Quinn. And only the main road going to town was open."

"What about the phones, are they working?" The blonde asked, watching the other woman nod as she walked back into the room.

"Well, mine is still out but the one in town was working just fine." She took a seat on the edge of the bed, "I called the hospital... Talked to the head Orthopedic surgeon, I told him who you were and what happened."

"And?"

"As long as there's no infection, you are not in any danger. And they will send an ambulance as soon as the roads are clear."

"Oh, fantastic! Thank you, so much. And the other calls?" Quinn asked, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.

Rachel remained quiet for a moment, playing with the cover of the book in her lap. "There was a line, I'm sorry, Quinn. I only had time for one call."

The blonde frowned but nodded. "My husband is probably out of his mind..." She said, although she was thinking more of Santana when she said it. "I was supposed to go to some business gala of his today." She mumbled the words quietly, knowing Rachel probably wouldn't hear them anyway. The brunette was already excitedly going on about her new book and how she couldn't wait to read it.

Rachel jumped up quickly and moved to the door. "I will head back into town tomorrow and try again. I will wait all day if I have to." She smiled fondly at the blonde, "Oh Quinn, what a poet you are."

Quinn smiled weakly in response but as soon as the other woman was out of sight she heaved an exasperated sigh.

xxx

Santana's chest was tight as she stepped down onto the undisturbed snow. The sound of it beneath her feet was loud, too loud.

She unclipped her caribiner from her belt loop and fished through her collection of keys. When she finally found the spare that Quinn had given her she made quick work of the lock.

"Quinn?" Santana asked loudly as she pushed the door open. The brunette rushed inside, quickly making her way through the quiet cabin. Her breath caught in her throat, the blonde wasn't there. The cabin was empty, she had taken her things with her and was no where to be found.

"Fuck!" Santana gasped, once again falling to her knees when she made it to the blonde's bedroom.

Sam lingered in the hallway, his heart sinking at the pain in his friend's voice.

xxx

"Dinner time, Quinn!" Rachel said, pushing open the door with her foot. "I am already on page seventy five!"

"I guess that means that it's okay?" Quinn asked, grabbing the fork to dig in.

"No, it is more than okay. I do not know the proper word to use to accurately describe the gift you have... Would splendid suffice?"

"I think I can live with that." Quinn said, smiling around her second bite.

"No-No... It is not splendid, it is perfect. A perfect, perfect thing." Rachel said, her smile widening.

The brunette sat in silence then, patiently waiting for the blonde to finish eating.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, fishing a small packet out of her pocket.

"A little sore but otherwise alright."

"Okay, I want you to try these tonight. If you are sore tomorrow morning we can give you another shot but I would prefer not to."

Quinn nodded and reached for her glass before excepting the pills from the brunette.

"Sleep well, Quinn. I will see you in the morning." Rachel said, blowing out the candles before leaving the room.

"You too, Rachel."

xxx

Quinn sighed, her eyes searching the room. She was bored, Rachel had not been in yet that morning. She couldn't even look out the window as the curtains were still drawn from the night before.

She had considered calling for the brunette but decided against it, guessing that the other woman was busy or still sleeping.

Her eyes flicked toward the door as it rocked slightly in its hinges, her brows furrowed when it did it a second time.

"Hello? Rachel?" She asked, fighting the urge to sit up.

Her brow furrowed deeper when the door was pushed open suddenly by what appeared to be a brown pig.

Quinn's upper lip curled slightly and her nose crinkled as the creature quickly rushed toward her. She frowned deeply when the edge of the bed tipped down as the sow put her front legs up on the comforter.

The blonde's attention was so intensely focused on the animals proximity that she didn't even hear Rachel's approaching footsteps.

"I thought it was time that you two meet! Quinn, this is my favorite creature in the whole world. My sow, Misery!"

"Misery?"

"Yes, I told you... I am your biggest fan." Rachel said with a wink as she approached the bed. She knelt down and began to rub the pig under its chin so that it would leave Quinn alone.

The blonde relaxed slightly, relieved that the animal was no longer pressed up against her injured arm.

"I'm starting to believe you." She mumbled, trying weakly to hide her annoyance.

"It was so boring here on the farm after my Great Aunt passed, I needed a friend. I saw her fore sale in town and I just could not let them slaughter her."

"She's beautiful, a very fine... Pig." Quinn said, nodding toward the sow who was still staring at her blankly.

Rachel nodded in agreement and stood suddenly. The brunette twirled, light on her feet as she made her way back to the door. "I am on page three hundred now, Quinn. And it is better than perfect. It is divine." She said, almost dreamily. "Come Misery!"

The sow turned when called and trotted over toward its owner, oinking happily. Rachel beamed down at the animal, wrinkling her nose cutely before mimicking its noises.

Quinn smiled at the two of them uncomfortably and sunk back into her pillows.

xxx

"Hello, Mr Hudson? Uh, yes. I wanted to let you know that we did go to your wife's cabin and she did not appear to be home. The snow around the residence was undisturbed, there was no car outside and the cabin appeared to be completely dark. We tried knocking but no one answered."

Santana set her jaw when she heard the man suck in a deep, unsteady breath.

"W-what does that mean, ma'am?" He asked, his voice pleading.

"I'm not sure yet, sir. We're still canvassing the area-"

"Canvassing? Don't they do that when they're looking for a body?" He asked, his voice louder now as he began to panic.

"Sir, please calm down. It just means that we are looking for any signs of a crash or anything else that might suggest your wife was there. Not necessarily a body." She corrected in an attempt to calm him.

He sighed, "Okay, thank you, ma'am. Please keep me updated."

"Will do, sir. Goodbye." She said, hanging up the phone before pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Is it sinking in for him yet?" Sam asked gently, looking over from his desk.

Santana nodded, Finn's reaction had only worsened her mood.

"Why don't you head home and get some rest? Sam and I can handle things around here." Blaine said, frowning at the distraught expression on the woman's face.

"Yeah, okay..." She mumbled, glancing toward her watch. "My phone will be on. Call me if you need anything."

The deputies smiled and waved her off, Sam speaking for the both of them. "We'll be fine, Mama Bear. You call us if you need anything."

She gave a weak smile and wave before grabbing her jacket and heading out into the cold.

xxx

Rachel stood silently by the window, her eyes watching as the sky darkened outside. "When my Aunt passed, I was not prepared. It was not an easy time. For a while, I thought I might go crazy."

Quinn gave a small sympathetic smile, "I know how that can be."

"I do not know about you... But what I did to get through it was dove into work. Days, nights... Night shifts can be lonely at a hospital. I did a lot of reading, that is when I first discovered Misery. She made me so happy, she made me forget all of my problems. Though, I suppose you had a little something to do with that too."

Quinn gave a small, nervous laugh. "Yeah, I suppose so."

"I just kept reading them, over and over. I only have two chapters to go on this one and I know that when I finish... I will just turn right back to the first page and start it all over again."

"I'm uh..."

"Done?" Rachel asked, turning away from the window.

Quinn nodded shyly, fixing her borrowed boxer shorts and bringing the container she had used as a substitute restroom out from under the covers.

She had difficulty with it the first few times but she had gotten the hang of it by now. She was grateful for that fact, since Rachel had to get her up to switch the sheets after the first attempt. The brunette was slight but much stronger than she appeared to be.

"It has been a while since I have lived with anyone, so I apologize if I am awkward at times... I have not dated in years, either. How is it, being married?" She asked, taking the container from the blonde.

"It's alright, it has it's ups and downs." Quinn said, smoothing out the section of sheet that covered her torso.

"Only alright?" Rachel asked, quirking a brow.

"My husband is a very busy man... He took over my father's business when he retired."

"Ah, I see." Rachel said, glancing down toward the container. Quinn felt a blush creep up her neck and cheeks and she shifted uncomfortably.

"What is he like?"

"Finn is... He's sweet and gentle but not a very attentive listener."

"I am sure he is, he must be quite the catch to be married to a beautiful woman like you." The brunette said with a wide toothy and still very familiar smile.

The fuzziness Quinn had been feeling from the shots had worn away the later the day got. The pills kept her pain away without knocking her out, although they still made her quite drowsy.

"What did you say your last name was?" The blonde asked suddenly, the question immediately removing Rachel's smile.

"Wilkes." The brunette said quickly before holding up the container. The translucent-yellow liquid sloshing around loudly in the process. "I had better take care of this. I will be back to check on you in a while." She said before hastily exiting the room.

The blonde stared at the now closed door, more than a little confused. And still curious as to why the woman's smile and eyes seemed so familiar to her.

xxx

Quinn's eyes fluttered behind closed lids, the curtains had yet to be drawn and moon light was streaming in brightly through the unobstructed window.

The sleeping blonde didn't hear the approaching footsteps or the creak of the door as it was opened. She did however, notice the door slam back shut.

Quinn's eyes shot open and she lifted her head up off of her pillow at the sound.

Rachel stood in front of the door, her thin frame rigid.

"Y-You... How could you?! She can't be dead, Misery Chastain cannot be dead!"

"Rachel... In 1871 women often died during child birth." Quinn said softly, now very much awake. "But her spirit is the important thing and her spirit is still very much alive."

"I don't want her spirit!" Rachel cried, shoving the foot of the small bed.

Quinn threw her head back and sunk deeper into her pillow. She let out a shrill scream when Rachel shook the bed again, the frame digging into her swollen feet. Pain shot up her legs, causing inhuman screams and whimpers to escape the blonde's throat.

"No, I want her! And you murdered her!"

"N-no..." Quinn managed weakly, her spine still arched from the searing pain. "I didn't."

"Who did?" Rachel cried back, her knuckles white as she gripped the metal bed frame.

"No one." The blonde gasped, lowering her chin so that her frightened eyes met the brunette's. "She died. She just slipped away."

Rachel released the metal frame suddenly, making the bed ridden woman flinch.

"Slipped away? She didn't just slip away, you did it! You killed her!"

Quinn gulped as the woman turned away, silently praying that she would leave the room. But to her horror, the brunette instead was bending down to grab a small piece of wooden furniture.

The blonde's body went rigid when the potted plant that had been sitting on the decorative table fell to the floor with a loud crash.

Rachel's eyes were wild when she turned back to the bed angrily brandishing the piece of furniture. The brunette was rapidly crying out 'you did it' in a shrill voice that sent chills down Quinn's back.

The blonde trembled and lifted her good arm protectively over her head when the enraged woman approached her bedside.

"You killed my Misery!" Rachel cried, lifting the table over her head.

"Rachel, please don't-" Quinn begged weakly, knowing that there was nothing she could do to keep the other woman from striking her in her weakened state.

The blonde clamped her eyes shut and braced herself for an impact when she saw Rachel's body jerk into motion.

There was a loud crunch above her, followed by the dull thud of a piece of wood hitting her pillow. The rest of them clattered to the floor loudly, coming no where near the blonde.

Quinn cracked her eyes open slowly to see Rachel still standing over her, breathing heavily.

The anger that had contorted her pretty features was mostly gone.

"I thought you were good, Quinn. But you're not good, you're just another liar... Hiding behind talent and a pretty face. I don't think that it's a good idea for me to be around you for a while." The brunette panted out between calming breaths before she turned to leave.

Quinn watched the woman's retreating figure, her tensed body relaxing slowly with each step the other woman made. She kept her arm up over her head, just in case the brunette decided to throw something.

Rachel opened the door, pausing in the threshold. "And don't even think about anyone coming for you. Not the doctors, not the cops, not your husband-"

Quinn lowered her arm, her eyes trained on the dark ones watching her from the shadows of the hallway.

"I never called them, any of them. No one knows that you're here." Rachel paused for a moment, twisting the doorknob in her fist. "And you'd better hope nothing happens to me..." She whispered, her tone sending another chill down the blonde's spine.

"Because if I die, you die." The brunette finished before tuning on her heel and closing the door with a loud click.

To be continued...