oo1 -- [holo] / [sanctuary] set me free why don't you baby.

[cheerioless.livejournal.com]

Quinn Fabray had been heading for the girl’s washroom. Bladder control issues were probably one of the worst things about being pregnant. She constantly had to excuse herself from class to go to the washroom. At first she could feel the eyes of her classmates on her whenever she got up. Their stares burning into the back of her head. She didn’t even want to know what they were thinking about her. But now no one looked. No one paid any attention when Quinn got up and excused herself. No one paid attention to her in the halls, it was like she had disappeared off the face of the earth. Quinn Fabray had gone from being queen bee, to the laughing stock of the school, to a complete and utter nobody.

This time she didn’t really need to use the washroom, she just wanted a few moments alone. She sat in a stall and cried. She blamed the hormones, because Quinn Fabray wasn’t the sort to let these things bother her. At least that’s what she told herself, and that’s what she was going to keep telling herself. Besides, it wasn’t like she had anyone anyways. Her parents had abandoned her, she had lost Finn, Puck was more concerned with getting into the pants of every other girl at school, he had said he wanted to be with her – but Quinn didn’t believe him. She knew Puck far too well to believe he could stay true to her. Then there was Santana and Brittany, were they even really her friends?

"Pull yourself together Quinn," Quinn muttered to herself, sniffing. "You’re Quinn Fabray, you used to rule this school. All the guys wanted you, all the girls wanted to be you…" her voice trailed off, and she swallowed hard. "Oh my God. Who am I even kidding?"

Quinn Fabray wasn’t just invisible. She was alone - completely and utterly alone, asides from the tiny life growing inside her – a life she really didn’t want anything to do with.

After what felt like hours Quinn pulled at the roll of toilet paper and wiped her face with a piece of it. Then she stood up and left the stall, and when she did, she almost screamed.



She wasn’t in the girl’s washroom anymore. She was in a room she had never seen before. She was standing on the middle of a platform in a metallic room – it looked like something out of a movie. Was this the hormones? Was she going insane? For a few minutes all she could do was stand there, completely and utterly frozen.

Quinn was terrified. What if this was some sick, psycho clinic or something? She remembered the horror movie Santana had convinced her to see, where they kidnapped pregnant girls and cut them open and stole their babies. Her hands went over her stomach and her mouth opened in a silent scream – her stomach was flat. She ran her hands over her stomach, it was definitely flat, there was no baby bump – nothing at all. …had someone stolen her baby?

"God," she whispered, fingering the cross around her neck. "If you’re listening to me right now. Look, I know I’ve messed up – a lot. But please just help me. Whatever is going on…help me."

She was supped to be the one who had it all together, despite being both pregnant and invisible. She was Quinn Fabray, she used to rule the school, she was the queen bee – she could survive this. Whatever this was.

Her baby was gone, her baby was gone…her baby was gone.

Her eyes opened, fear was getting the better of her. Quinn screamed, pulling at the silver band around her wrist again.

"Hello?!" she yelled, going to the walls and banging on them. "Where is she?! Where is my daughter?! What do you want with me?!"

Quinn fell back against the platform, and sat down. Maybe this was punishment. Maybe God was punishing her for cheating on Finn and getting pregnant. Maybe it was punishment for drawing pornographic pictures of Rachel and calling her ‘treasure trail.’ Her eyes filled up with tears.

"Please," her voice was barely over a whisper, tears were falling down her face. "Please, oh God, please let me out."

Her hands went back down her stomach and she looked at it. It looked alien to her. She had wanted to have a flat stomach, to not be pregnant for such a long time. Being pregnant had ruined everything, but now…

Quinn buried her face into her hands and began to sob.

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[adeadringer.livejournal.com]

Elena doesn't reply to the posts where people are just dropped into the arrival chamber very often, but this one gets her attention. Possibly because it reminds her of her own. She remembers that seize of panic, the fear of whether or not she was dead, the confusion.

She grabs her tablet, switching it to visual so the girl can see who's talking to her.

"Hello?" she says, speaking loud enough to be heard, but hopefully not loud enough to frighten her. "I'm not - I can't tell you where they took your daughter, but I can try to help you."

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[cheerioless.livejournal.com]

Quinn jumps at hearing the voice, it instantly makes her stop crying and look up. She hadn't expected a voice to be like that if she heard one. Int he back of her mind she thought it would be more like Ghost Face from the Scream movie...except she hoped not, because Quinn didn't want to be dead.

She glances in the way of the voice, and for the first time notices a pedestal, with what looks like a phone or something on a phone on it...

"I..." Quinn begins, but falters instantly. She moves over to the pedestal, her eyes widening. "Where am I? Who are you?!" she tries to sound calm, but her voice is shaky and she looks like she's about to cry again.

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[adeadringer.livejournal.com]

"My name is Elena," she replies, keeping her voice as calm as possible. "You're in a place called Taxon. You've..."

And here there's a problem, because she doesn't really know how to phrase the next part without upsetting the girl even further. The corner of her bottom lip draws into her mouth as she thinks.

"You can get out of the room you're in," she says instead, making a vague gesture to where she thinks the pedestal would be. "You just need to pick up the tablet - the phone-looking thing, and there'll be a door. I can come and meet you, if you want. This is probably something better heard in person."

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[cheerioless.livejournal.com]

"Taxon?" Quinn repeats, uncertain. What sort of name is that, she thought. It sounds...weird. Is it a hospital name?

Quinn's thoughts of hospitals are stopped when Elena mentions the words 'you can get out,' that gets her attention more than anything else. She glances at the tablet, eyes narrowing slightly. Could this be a trick? What if something even worse happens when she picks it up? Then again what could be worse than this?

She swallows hard, and slowly reaches foreword to pick it up. For a moment she pulls back, still uncertain. She closes her eyes in a quick prayer, and then her eyes still tightly shut, picks it up.

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[patternal.livejournal.com]

Something about seeing a girl crying called back to all that chivalry that he'd become known for at home, all that gentlemanly behavior that he'd been mocked for near mercilessly by some of his more vicious siblings (and, be honest, had gotten him in trouble more than a few times), and there really wasn't a way that he could not respond to it. He'd been a master of words, once, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he tried it again.

"Easy," Corwin settled for, actually trying not to look too frightening for once. He couldn't exactly relate to parental affection, but he knew what it was like--almost.

"I can't say where your daughter is, but you're safe for now."

So maybe it was a little bit of a lie. It sounded nice.

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[cheerioless.livejournal.com]

This has to be a nightmare, Quinn thinks - trying to rationalize the situation. Maybe she is on some hormonal-trip or something, didn't weird stuff happen to pregnant girls? She knew she should have read more baby books.

It was the voices that were scaring her the most. Who were these people? What did they want?

"Easy?!" Quinn is almost annoyed, and forgets her fear. "How can I be easy? How can I be safe?!" Her hands go back to her once very large belly, and all the fear instantly comes back to her. "What do you want from me?!"

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[patternal.livejournal.com]

"I don't want anything from you," Corwin's voice echoes just a hint of the annoyance. "You might have to ask the hamsters what they want, though it's anyone's guess." And he'd actually tried to be helpful for once...that would certainly teach him.

"Just be grateful you missed the zombies. Everything's rainbows and sunshine now compared to that. But hey, if you'd rather stay in that room for the rest of your time here, be my guest."

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[cheerioless.livejournal.com]

Quinn bites her tongue to stop from a sarcastic reply. She honestly wants to tell this guy - whoever he is, that if being in the room means not having to put up with him then fine. The fear gets a hold of her again and she bites her lip. This is not the place to be saying things like that. Right now she has to get out and ...beyond that Quinn had no idea.

"Wait. I..." she pauses. For a split second wondering if he is serious about the zombie thing. Which scares her. How can she even be considering zombies are real. "...how do I get out?"

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[garg-elisa.livejournal.com]

The girl has to be around the age of Elisa's stepdaughter, Angela, and her panic hits the detective turned Gargoyle straight in the heart.

"I..." she started, and conditioning took over, her voice taking on a reassuring quality. "I'm sorry. I don't know anything about your daughter, but if you listen to me, I can help."

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[cheerioless.livejournal.com]

Quinn feels like her mind is going to explode, that she is going to explode. Things like this do not happen. They just don't. Unless this is hell. She had messed up. Maybe she had had a heart attack or something and this was hell. ...funny, she had thought hell would be more red.

Her eyes flicker at the screen upon hearing the voice. Voices are a sign of insanity right? Maybe that is what this is. Of course, not dead, just crazy.

"Help me, how can you," Quinn pauses and she squints her eyes. "What are you?"

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[garg-elisa.livejournal.com]

"I'm a Gargoyle," Elisa says, quickly. "I know I look a little... strange. But I'm one of the good guys. My name is Elisa."

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[cheerioless.livejournal.com]

"A...gargoyle?" Quinn's eyes widen now. This has to be a dream, because there is no such thing as gargoyles. Gargoyles are stone statues on old buildings and a singing trio in a Disney move. They are not real.

"Um, okay," Quinn nods. "Okay, lets just say I believe all this is real, and that you really are a...gargoyle," she pauses again, this is too crazy. "...I'm Quinn."

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[stepintoshadows.livejournal.com]

Rorschach had been about to ignore the latest intrusion, the latest sign of their abductors' meddling, but the pleas had gained enough of his interest to warrant further investigation. Crying girl, tainted by the filth that seemed to be inescapable to all but a few, seeking God's help. As if He would intervene for those who had already begun the descent into iniquity. Or for anyone, for that matter. Foolish.

But she sounded distraught. Afraid. It pricked at something he had assumed long-buried, and while he is quick to submerge the momentary weakness, he speaks anyway.

"God stopped watching long time ago. Pointless to plead when it falls on deaf ears." The voice is gruff, hoarse as if its owner were on the brink of losing it, and completely devoid of emotion. The man it belongs to, little more than a hulking shape with shifting black ink against white fabric where a face should be, could scarcely be called any more reassuring. He remains seated in front of the screen, awaiting a reply, but ducks his head to avoid actually looking at her, instead preoccupying himself with the contents of his pockets. There is something wrong with her crying, almost obscene somehow. It makes him uncomfortable, and so he chooses to ignore it.

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[cheerioless.livejournal.com]

Quinn's head jerks up at the voice, and she almost furiously wipes the tears off her face.

She is surprised by the response. That wasn't what she expected to hear, than again she didn't know what to expect. This was like something out of a bad dream.

"Wouldn't surprise me," Quinn sniffed. "I mean I totally deserve it. I just..." She stops herself, because there really isn't a point in going on about everything she was taught in Sunday school and God being loving and everything. She turns in the direction of the voice and sees the screen. Her brow furrows slightly, and for a few moments she says nothing. Was that a mask? Don't bad guys, the psycho ones in movies wear mask.

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[stepintoshadows.livejournal.com]

The ink continues to shift lazily, forming abstract patterns of symmetry that are ultimately meaningless only to tear themselves apart again and reform with different shapes. Rorschach doesn't speak for a few moments, only lifts his head to stare at her, head tilted appraisingly, expression inscrutable behind the mask.

He finally gives a disapproving grunt. "Excuses meaningless. Won't change facts."

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[cheerioless.livejournal.com]

Where the images on his mask moving? Things were getting weird by the minute, and Quinn didn’t know if that made her more scared or not.

“Clearly,” she says. She’s tired, she wants to curl up on that slab on the floor and sleep. Maybe sleep off whatever insanity this is, and next thing she knows she’ll be waking up on the pull out couch in the Puckerman’s house, to Puck’s little sister hovering over her asking her to do her hair.

“So…facts – where am I? Where is my daughter?!”

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[numbersnfigures.livejournal.com]

The sound of the girl's wailing caught Spencer's attention and he realized that they had a new arrival. By the looks of the girl on the tablet, she was young. First Alexis and now this girl? What were the aliens getting at? Couldn't they leave children well enough alone rather than bring them to this place?

When he heard the girl mentioning her baby, Spencer wondered if perhaps she just looked young for her age. Still, Spencer felt that she couldn't be much older than 16. It wouldn't be rare for a teenage girl to have a baby.

"H-Hey.... um... it's ok..."

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[cheerioless.livejournal.com]

"That's a joke right?" Quinn replies, her voice is strained from her crying. She chokes back another sob. "Because this is far from okay?"

What is with this place? "This is so far from okay, I bet they haven't even invented a word for it yet!"

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[numbersnfigures.livejournal.com]

Spencer isn't really very good with emotional teenagers. Sure he knew how to cheer young children up, but older adolescents were a bit more difficult for him. This girl was crying a bit hysterically and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

"O-Ok... you're right... it's not.. really ok..."

Missing a baby who was there one second and gone the next had to be traumatic, especially for a young mother.

"Were you holding your baby before you realized that you were here?"

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[virtued.livejournal.com]

Stefan sees that Elena has already replied to this girl, but what should've been good reason for the vampire currently hiding under the cover of a teenage boy more in tune with Tyler Lockwood than his actual self not to respond is all but demanding that he do so. This girl's pain and her confused pleas, the desperation evident in her voice is appealing to his empathic nature more than he'd like, but he can bemoan the crack in his faux persona later.

"Hey," he tries, gently. "It's going to be okay. You can leave the room, you just have to pick up the tablet first."

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[cheerioless.livejournal.com]

Quinn feels like her world is falling apart. Had she really messed up so bad? Was this punishment for it?

Another voice. It's all making her mind swim, and a part of Quinn wants to curl up on the floor and wait for what horrible fate is obviously in store for her.

At what he says a horrible thought flickers through her mind. What if whatever is outside the room, is worse? What if thats where the crazies are? What if he is a crazy? Then another thought, what if her daughter is out there? They had to of taken her, people just don't suddenly not be pregnant - if they did Hollywood stars would be all over that.

"Okay," she says shakily, looking at the screen, and nodding. She takes a deep breath, she'll risk it. She picks up the tablet.

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[virtued.livejournal.com]

Stefan gives the girl that he can now see more clearly thanks to her close proximity to the tablet screen the best friendly, gently smile he can manage. He feels so bad for the people that are pulled here who aren't accustomed to unusual situations, who come from worlds where things don't go bump in the night and things you don't understand whisk you away to a place you're not equipped to handle. Those who were, for lack of a better word, 'normal', seemed to take being here the hardest. He doesn't blame them.

"There you go," he says. "I'm Stefan, by the way. Stefan Salvatore."

[allthatlife.livejournal.com]

Martha had seen a lot of arrival posts since being brought to Taxon, but she'd never seen anyone who looked as distressed as the young blonde girl on her tablet at the moment. Immediately, Doctor Jones - dressed in a smart white coat and speaking in the soothing tones of someone who was used to dealing with frightened patients - picked up her tablet to reply.

"It's all right. Just take deep breaths and try and stay calm. I'm Doctor Jones. Martha. I'm a prisoner here, just like you. You're in a city called Taxon."

[cheerioless.livejournal.com]

For a moment Quinn stops crying when she hears the voice. She turns in the direction of it, and looks at the screen. Her mind beings to race, upon seeing the lab coat – was this the woman who took her baby? Quinn’s hand goes to her stomach and she rests it their protectively.

“Wh…” she stops, and tries to calm herself again. “What do you mean prisoner?”

Taxon? Quinn doesn’t recall anywhere in Ohio called Taxon.

[allthatlife.livejournal.com]

"Exactly that. I know this is going to sound mad, but I'm not trying to scare you. I'm just trying to help. The whole city of Taxon is a prison for people like us."

She didn't mention the aliens. Not yet. The young woman was already on edge and it was safer to drop one bombshell at a time.