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

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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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?"

"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."

"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."

Elisa nods. "Trust me. There's hardly a moment that goes by where I wish this wasn't real either, Quinn. But we're all trapped here."

She goes on. "This is a city, a huge city, called Taxon. People from all kinds of places and walks of life have been brought here, against their will."

“Trapped here?” Quinn repeats. “Trapped here by who?”

She runs a hand through her hair. This is too weird. Things like this only happen in movies and the south when people get stupid and go out in the woods or something. People don’t get their babies stolen, and there are no such things as gargoyles!

"How do I know this isn't a dream?"

"Aliens," Elisa explains. "They... sometimes look like hamsters. And yes, I know how crazy that sounds."

"If it is," she goes on, "it's one I'm having too."

"Hamsters?" Quinn repeats, feeling like a parrot. How can this not be a dream, she thinks. Things like this don't happen.

"But...why?"

"Why hamsters? No idea."

Elisa frowns. "Why they've brought people here... no idea on that one either. Wish I did."

"Well whoever they are, and whatever they're up too - I hate them," Quinn says, her teeth clenching slightly. "And somehow, I'm going to find a way home, and I'm going to get my daughter back!"

It's not quite a smile, but the corners of Elisa's mouth do twitch just a little bit.

"That's all of our goal. Almost all of us have people we left behind. And I believe we will figure out a way. And maybe get to kick a little alie ass while we're at it."

Quinn never thought she'd hear the sentance 'kick alien ass,' and it actually means kicking alien ass, real alien ass, as opposed to those in Finn and Puck's video games.

"These aliens, have no idea who they're messing with," Quinn says, pursing her lips. "I was queen bee at my school, for a reason."

High school. Damn. Was she ever that young? Well, obviously, yes, but it was enough lifetimes ago that Elisa can't quite manage to be annoyed at the sudden attitude. Let the girl cope in her own way, anyway.

"I'm sure," she says, diplomatically. "Now... have you been told how to get out of there?"

"Uh," Quinn glances around. "...yeah. But...then what?"

They can't expect her to stay here, can they?

"There's places to stay, apartments, houses, the like," Elisa says. "And if the people living there aren't wearing silver bracelets like yours... you can basically kick them out and take it over."

She frowns. "None of which helps get you home, I know. But there's not much anyone can do about it. Yet."

Quinn won't lie. She likes the idea of being able to kick someone out. Sure, it won't do much, but it's something right. She purses her lips - since when was she such a sadist?

"How long have you been here?" Quinn asks.

"About..." Elisa seems to be counting, ticking months off on her taloned-fingers, having to go to her other hand after she reaches four.

"Six months now."

Six months? Quinn's heart sinks a little.

"So once we're here...we're here?" As in stuck here, forever.

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"I'm afraid so. Sometimes... people get sent home, but there's no rhyme or reason to it. No sense, no order. It just... happens."

Quinn nods. "Right. That's..." she stops, there isn't really a word to describe how she's feeling, what this is.

"Right."

"About my reaction," Elisa agrees.

"It's not... a horrible place, once you get past the kidnapping. Most of the people here are pretty good."

"And just how am I supposed to get over that?" Quinn snaps. "I'm not going to get Stockholm Syndrome or something am I?"

Elisa shook her head. "Definitely not," she agreed. "I don't expect it's something you ever can get over. I certainly think about it every day. But people here are making the best of it. It's either that or go crazy."

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