AN: Sorry for the wait peeps, I had finals and I caught a nasty flu but anywho... In this chapter: Brittany loses it, the gang head off to the alternate dimension, and guess who is alive there :) Song of the chapter is 'Comatose' by Mikky Ekko

Disclaimer: This is an AU story. I sadly don't own Glee or their characters, but I do own 'this' world I created, the team of Elders, Tori and Skylar(my babies) and Gage! Gage will always be all mine :D This is Rated M for language, humor, mind-fucking, violence, and a series of steamy lady sexy times, but there is an epic story line in the making as usual! So Enjoy! ;)

Ch. 5 Comatose

Mercedes:

My skin prickles with how unbalanced the aura's swirling around me are. The mood has turn for the worse since my arrival and it seems to be dropping even more drastically as I confirm that our Alma was indeed very much alive with a score to settle. None of the glee members were happy about my revelation, and not even how everyone volunteered to lay down their souls for Roman could bring a smile to my face. The matter at hand was serious, everyone had something dire to lose here. Another war would fall on our hands if Alma isn't stopped and Roman returned... even worse than that, another death in our already too fragile family could result from this fight.

I can't believe history is repeating itself...

Brittany paces the room in agitation, before anyone can say anything to calm her she's demanding the spell I briefly brought up earlier to be used. I shake my head because not only is Santana not here for this decision but Brittany is acting like any mother would in her situation... Irrationally.

"This is very dangerous Britt", I stress but Brittany shakes her head.

"Mercedes I. Don't. Care! My son is in the hands of that mad woman!", she snaps and I can already feel her aura spiraling out of control. I sigh, putting my hands up in surrender. I speak steadily with an air of calm I don't feel as I try to placate my friend.

"Brittany... You have to understand, there are rules and complexities to time. Yes, I can bring your souls to my realm but! am I completely sure there is kindred spirit of yours on my side? No! And even if there is a version of you roaming around, the odds of you being the correct age, or right mindset to do this task is slim. Just think for second, you could be an old woman or an innocent stranger. Your soul could get lost or worse attach itself to an infant version of yourself. There are way too many variables you're not considering, that we need to consider", I explain logically and the stressed blonde eventually stops her pacing.

I sigh in relief, thinking that just maybe I broke through to her but I'm wrong, horribly wrong. Brittany looks in my direction with a clenched jaw. The room's temperature drops drastically, putting the old glee members on edge. I try not to pay any attention to Artie slowly inching his way over to the now very pissed off half-breed.

Santana! Where the hell are you with Quinn?!

"Brittany...", I try to diffuse the situation again but Brittany is not having it.

Cold billowing steam seeps from her pores and fills up the room. I keep my senses trained on the blonde as I look over to Puck. His teeth chatter as the cold really starts to become unstable.

Crap... looks like Mama bear is going to activate...

"Brittany ?"

"NO!", she whirls on me. "NO MORE PLANS! YOU'RE GOING TO SEND ME THERE MERCEDES!", She orders as she steps up into my personal space.

My inner instincts rush to the surface at the challenge but I reign myself. This is Brittany, she did not mean any of the things she was currently yelling. I take a calming breath and before I can say anything, Artie is at my defense. He moves to put a calming hand on the blondes shoulder, but just as his hand reaches her, his whole arm becomes encased in ice. He curses loudly, moving away from Brittany and Puck is quick to do the same without any warning from me.

"SCREW THE RULES OF TIME AND ALL ITS CONSEQUENCES! I'M GOING TO SAVE MY SON WITH YOUR HELP OR SO HELP ME GOD I'LL-"

A loud curse from behind Brittany grabs my attention, before I can thank my lucky stars for Quinn's appearance, Santana's voice booms over the commotion.

"Brittany stop!", the brunette calls from the door but the blonde ignores Santana. Her sights are dead set on me and as she aims to grab me, I dodge.

There's no way in hell I'm letting her turn me into a popsicle!

"Brittany CALM down, this isn't you. This is your instincts", I stress but the enraged blonde was lost to her emotions.

Santana tries calling out her lover's name again and again but nothing seems to be clicking in Brittany's mind. Once Santana realizes this, she sighs heavily. She calls out Brittany's name once more but her voice carries a hypnotic lilt. The blonde instantly stops gunning for me. I watch as Brittany struggles through the forced mind control and though her body is frozen, she grits her teeth angrily, her hands clench into fists. Everyone shivers as the temperature drops another couple more degrees, frost begins to appear on us, biting at our skin. It serves as a remainder to us all that Brittany was quite dangerous when she wanted.

The rest of the glee members all look to me and with another moment of just silent staring, we all agree unanimously to inch away from the fuming blonde. Santana continues her demands for her to stay still, but Brittany; with sheer will power, ignores the mind manipulation. She stiffly turns her head around to glare at her wife in the doorway. It's in this moment that I realize that Brittany is, in all intents and purposes stronger than Santana and she must know it but it doesn't stop the brunette from trying her best to break through to her wife without doing anything irreparable. Brittany on the other hand is beyond rational thought, we all know this but Santana still tries to coax the blonde back to sanity. Its only when a dark mist of energy is seeping out of Santana's skin and her body is randomly reshaping and shifting, that I let out a breath of relief. Snix was surfacing and calling the shots.

"Maxi. Don't. You. Dare!", she seethes angrily and Santana simply walks up with glowing golden eyes. She... or well Snix looks at Brittany sadly as he caresses her cheek. His body officially solidifies as he runs his finger tip over the blonde's clenched jaw.

"Sleep", he commands and Brittany falls into his awaiting arms like a sack of potatoes. He stands with the comatose blonde in his arms. Turning to me, his eyes pierce me with a dark look I'd never seen before. "It has been decided", he growled. "Whatever it is that you can do Sidhe, do it... Immediately", he commanded and I nodded my head in affirmative. "Good, we'll be back in an hour", he turns his back to us.

Snix:

The second we are safe in the confines of our room, I release Brittany from my power, comanding her to wake up. Ducky's eyes flutter deliriously before they focus and fix on me. A growl leaves her throat and her expression darkens in anger. I do not back down nor look away when her hand raises up. The damage was done and I wasn't sorry so I let her slap me.

"MAXI HOW COULD YOU!?", She bellows and I take the assault as she continues ranting. She was hurt, she wanted her son back. We all needed him back.

Snix...

It's alright.

It wasn't.

I let her blow off steam, I let her curse my existence, and exhaust her powers on me even though it lacked its usual bite. I wince at every blow thrown at my chest, not because it hurt but because Brittany was the one throwing the punches. She was angry, she was absolutely and terrifyingly livid with me as I held the furious blonde to my body.

"You said you'd never do that!-"

"Ducky I had to, you were losing it. You are losing it", I state quietly and its like everything clicks for her suddenly. She presses her hand to her mouth, barely stopping the sob that threatens to crawl out of her throat.

"Oh god I hit you... I'm", she stuttered helplessly. "I'm... I didn't... I'm so sorry... I just...He's gone Maxi! He's gone and I just can't do anything!", she breaks down a little more with each ragged breath she takes and I can't help the whimper I release.

I never wanted to see her hurt this way, I felt like my heart was being destroyed. I bring Brittany's body closer to mine, encircling my arms soundly around my best friend; I hope not only to comfort her but to shield her from anymore pain. Her tense body sags into my hold, and my grip becomes tighter. I let her sob into my shoulder and I ignore her apologies because there was nothing to be sorry for; I simply hold her for as long as I can, and as long as she'll let me. Santana is there, even if behind my mind's eye, I can feel her love and support. She pushes her aura outward, letting it wrap around Brittany and I in a secure blanket, giving us both the mental equivalent of a hug.

"We're going to find him and we're going to bring him back. No matter the cost ducky. I swear it", I vow and Brittany just cries all the more.

Santana:

It takes more than an hour to get ourselves feeling up to spirits to move but as soon we're ready, Snix retreats and Brittany and I walk out of our room hand in hand to conquer the world. Especially a world where my wretched abuela resides.

Amen...

Mercedes is waiting for us as we make our way inside the quiet kitchen, she stands front and center with a contemplative expression. I look around the room and notice that Tori looks wary and the others determined. I raise an eyebrow in question but before I can say anything Mercedes is speaking.

"I was just warning Tori that Leary; the other place I govern over, is different from here. I don't just live in a secret area of the forest. It's much bigger than that. I'm in a different plane altogether. It's an invisible plane that coexists with the human world... almost like a parallel universe. There are things you'll see or people you'll meet that you know here but they are not who you know, get it?", she asks cryptically and everyone blinks owlishly.

"I think I do... wait, actually nope... you've confused me", Sam announces.

Mercedes pinches the bridge of her nose in disdain before calling Tori forward, the hell hound does so without complaint. Mercedes gives the brunette a reassuring smile as she speaks loudly for us to here. "I can send one person harmlessly to my realm, but you two", she looks to Brittany and I. "...You two will have take a potion".

Mercedes gently puts two fingers to Tori's heart and I almost snicker at how wary the brunette looks. As moments pass by and it looks as if Mercedes isn't going to do anything, a purple light; distinctively resembling the color of the brunette's eyes, surface's from Tori's chest and transfers to Mercedes finger tips. Once the transfer goes on for more than a minute, Mercedes moves her fingers away and the hell hound gasps as if she'd finished running a marathon. Tori rubs the spot where the light emerged from her chest but nothing further happens. Mercedes then looks to Brittany and I, she hands us a vial and before I can question what to do, Brittany is downing the potion with no problem. I hiss at Brittany in reflex to her reckless behavior but she isn't in the slightest concerned. She waves me off whilst urging me to drink my own concoction. With a slight hesitation, I do.

No worries chief, I'm impervious to poison. Though I doubt that's in Mercedes agenda... at least for now

Gee thanks Snix...

No problema chica

I roll my eyes at my partner's antics but as the time wears on, I realize that nothing is happening. I look over to Brittany but she seems deep in thought, Snix is not so easily distracted. He's impatient and practically ready to take over again so he can give Mercedes some of his special brew of Snix juice. I mentally have to shut him out and calm the impulsive demon down before he has a coronary. He growls nasty curses at me from his timeout area I have secluded him too and I blink to focus on Mercedes. I frown at the woman's nonplussed features.

"Not to be a ungrateful bitch but um... when is this supposed to wor-er... Arghhh!", I gripped my head in absolute pain. I tried to take a breath but another sharp jab of pain shot through my heart.

"Don't fight it Santana, let it pass through you, remember who you are", I vaguely hear Mercedes advice but things are so muddled.

Everything slows down and I want to cry out but I choke on something. Blood maybe? My knees burn at the impact when I guess I finally fallen over. I don't remember hitting the floor but I am most definitely on the floor. I feel the carpet underneath me, digging into cheek as turn my head sluggishly. I look over to Brittany and Tori and see their very still bodies laying sprawled out haphazardly across from one another.

What!?

Suddenly the pain from earlier intensifies. I have to shut my eyes as tears leak from them without my permission. I feel as though someone is stuffing me into a very small box then proceeding to evilly drag each portion of my body out, morsel by morsel. It is terrible feeling, and the pain disorients me so much that I have no clue how much time is passing. I'm just a bundle of nerves, with every pain receptor screaming for mercy. By the time I hear the sound of skin hitting stone, I feel it and man do I growl out my irritation because I am the one hitting the cold stone floor.

"Am I dreaming ?", a low voice spoke.

My head whips to the side and I see... Snix ? He's fixing his shirt in place and his stance is more than insecure. He is standing there in the flesh, but he looks much younger then he should. His eyes find mine and I have to suppress the gasp that wants to fall from my lips. His features were way different than what I was used to. No longer did he look like a man tempered down by the years of fatherhood. Instead, he looked almost childlike with his vulnerable boyish features. He was young, so young that he could easily be mistaken to be my brother if not for the piercing blue eyes with moving gold rings within it. His hair that over the years had grown out, was back to being cropped short and though his haircut was the same, the color was different. No longer did he have his unearthly white hair, no, now his hair was a sleek ebony. The solid bar like tattoo across the bridge of his nose was still there but he had no piercings and he wore an elegant shirt with a tie.

"I won't let you bind me", he mutters in a soft voice and I cock my head in confusion.

"What? ...Snix what are you even talking about ?"

Snix doesn't answer, instead I feel my head smashing into a nearby wall and I choke on the yelp I would have released. Snix looks almost sinister as he envelopes my neck in a bruising hold.

For a scrawny little demon he is strong as hell...

"Snix what are you..."

"I can't...", he groans suddenly as if he was someone else entirely. I was so confused. "Santana his soul is too wild. It's like I'm a child, I can't merge with him properly he's fighting the transfer-", he lets me fall to the ground as he grips his head. "Get out of there!", he yells randomly as he hits himself and I watch on in horror.

"Santana merge with me! I'm unstable, I need time to mix with his soul!".

"Okay".

I call for Snix's soul and the boy in front of me stops his self inflicted harm to snarl at me. I ignore it and shudder as I feel not only his body but his aura fuse with me, he tries to stop the fusion but I mentally force Snix to go back within the darkest corners of my mind. He is livid at his banishment, I can faintly hear him roaring within my head but I again ignore it. I block him out like how I used to and with the peace and quiet, I look around. I was in a immaculate room that I unconsciously recognized as mine even though I logically did not know this room. I walk up to one of my mirrors that I somehow knew was to the left of me and curse at my own appearance.

Something within me feared my visage but I easily shook off my alternate's emotions overriding my own. I touch the the horns on my head reverently. They were long and bent backwards at an angle. I didn't look necessarily ridiculous, but I still growled at them being present. My clothing were comfortable but I couldn't help but snort at how I looked like a character from the stupid cartoons Roman and Tori would watch. I wore a black sleeveless hoodie and matching black slacks; a red rope looking belt held my pants up. My once unblemished skin was marked with ruin type tattoos on both the upper areas of my shoulders, down to the top half of my arm. To make things worse I was a teen again. Like an actual teen, not in just in body but spirit. I looked seriously only sixteen.

I thought I was over puberty...

I focus on entering my mind and call out for Snix cautiously once I reach inside.

Snix! what the heck is going on? Are you okay?

Not really Santana... I'm different here, the original host has no affection towards you. I have very dark urges that I'm trying to separate from my own. It's like being at square one again

I know what you mean, it's so weird here. I feel like I know everything but it's a distant dream you know...

Careful, remember who you are and why we're here.

Shouldn't I being saying that to you, I'm not going around choking anyone... But onto a more important dilemma, where is Brittany and Tori and how in the hell did you split from me? I thought you were cursed to never take your actual form again...

Snix mentally shrugs.

Different universe, new set of rules I suppose?

I open my mouth to speak but a knock stops me. I open up my senses and feel a rather familiar aura signature at the door. Something in the back of my head tells me to relax but I again shake it off. With taut muscles and a better stance, I call my mystery person in.

"Yes!?"

The door opens and my mother walks in. The hate that usually would bubble up at the surface when she came into my line of sight was not present, it was odd really. Instead of abhorrent feelings, there was an overwhelming surge of warmth filling my body that I had to hold my chest in bewilderment. Random memories that were not my own flooded my mind and I found myself reaching out for my mother. The more friendly looking woman then I could ever remember, gave me a warm smile before walking into my room and wrapping her arm around my shoulder. She brings me into her side and I again oddly relax into her hold.

"Mom?", I start but she kisses my forehead before letting me go.

"Honey you still have time to work things out before the ceremony, don't fret... Come down to eat, your brother and father are waiting for you downstairs", she states and I nod my head before my mind can catch up with what she said. She walks out my room and as I move to follow, I stop abruptly. My eyes blanch with recognition. Did she just say...

Brother!?

I yell and an echo of my yell was sounded from Snix.

Brother!?

"Snix!", I whisper yell again out loud and the demon mentally shushes me harshly.

I don't know! this is really weird but I have a bad feeling about whatever you're supposed to be doing today... or well my alternate self does.

Operation Casper ?

Definitely!

I look around my room for a window and when I find it, I rip a section in my hoodie and let my wings unfurl from the skin in my back. I flex them curiously, noting nothing amiss then clamber out of the window. I look up and gasp, Snix follows my lead by focusing on the surroundings. He too lets out a noise of awe.

Whoa...

The sky was a dim purple, bathed in an astronomical light. Trees and rock formations littered the earth and where there were bodies of water, each shone with a celestial glow. It was beautifully terrifying. I was so out of my depth.

"We are not in Ohio anymore", I mumble.

I shake my head to focus on my family, I take a calming breath to ease my nerves and let myself pitch forward to take flight. I'm barely falling forward when someone tugs me back through the window by my outstretched wings. I hiss dangerously.

"Yeow!", I growl harshly and aim to give whoever my attacker was a dose of Snix Juice. "Why on earth would you-", my voice fizzles out as I gape.

"What were you thinking Santana! You haven't learned to fly just yet!", the man yelled.

He looks like you!

I know!

"I know you think binding is wrong but we don't have much of a choice with that menace of a demon you were assigned", the man sighed and I look at the elder man fully.

"Anthony?", I whisper and the man raises an eyebrow.

"Yes?", he questions warily and I feel myself hyperventilating.

Calm down... You're going to give us away!

He's alive...

He's also very much older than you and not human, not even half...

That's impossible!

Well explain him...

"I need to sit down", I say out loud and Anthony looks at me in concern.

"What's wrong little sis ?", he asks and I lean heavily on the wall behind me.

Everything...

"I know you're scared about the binding Santana but this way Snix won't ever be able to manifest into his true form ever again and influence you. You'll be in control", he says gently and I stop my mini freak out.

Wait what?!

Snix lets out a growl within my head and I barely flinch. I'm stunned speechless.

Oh no no no, I have a chance at freedom! Fix this right now Santana!

"I don't need the binding. Snix listens to me", I say confidently even though moments prior he showed me just how much he didn't.

"Yeah?", Anthony asks suspiciously and a feeling of irritation not of my own bubbles up.

"Yes", I sneer at my supposed brother and he scoffs.

"Alright squirt, prove it".

Snix you think you can handle that

I'm not sure to be honest, but if you don't do this I don't think he'll... er well I'll be able to trust you. Never having a body was a curse the old gods put on my kind before I could have a choice. Show to me that you're willing to set me free.

How am I...

I believe in you.

"Any day before I'm sixty Santana", Anthony teased and I threw him a proper glare.

'Ready?', I ask my counterpart and he inhales a calming breath.

Go on...

I take a deep breath as well and release the hold on Snix.

Here goes nothing...

AN: I'll probably need to proof read and edit this later(so excuse the mistakes and typos) but its nearly 2 AM and sleep is calling. I just wanted this up after so much delay... Feel free to drop a review or PM if you have any comments on what you loved or hated or even if you think I should quit with this story while I am ahead but hey! if you're still tagging along for the ride, I must remind you of those permission slips I asked for. I hope they're signed because we're heading out for the feels trip! from here on out.

-Tatter