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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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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."

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.

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."

Quinn stares at the face on the screen, still wondering if she should trust him. The only thing she does know is that she needs to go out of the room or she’ll go crazy – if she hasn’t already.

For a split second she wonders how she looks, and then she doesn’t want to know. As her mind continues to race she wonders if Rachel is behind this. Rachel did seem the scheming sort, but really to transport her somewhere? Sue? …her father?

“I’m Quinn,” she replies. “Quinn Fabray.”

She wants to add not to mess with her. She wants to say something like she would have said back during her queen b days, but words are failing her.

“Um. What’s going on? Why am I here? Where is my…” Quinn tries not to look down at her disturbingly flat stomach but she does. “…baby?”

Stefan doesn't expect trust, but that's never stopped him from offering assistance to those who need it before. Anyone who expected someone who just arrived here to be instantly trusting of those who were only trying to help were kidding themselves.

"Hi, Quinn. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but meeting someone over a glorified iPad after you've been abducted by aliens really isn't the ideal 'nice' meeting situation." He hates delivering that so carelessly, but he must continue to act the part he's been playing for the past few months to keep his human cover in place.

With the appropriate awkwardness of a teenager whose older brother supposedly doesn't tell him anything (one day, he will get Damon back for yet again shoving him into the role of the blissfully ignorant kid brother), Stefan scratches at one side of his neck and makes a face as if he were searching for the right way to explain to her what he knows. "Well...there's the alien abduction - only they don't look like aliens so much as giant hamsters, from what I'm told. Think more SyFy original movie and less Spielberg. I don't know why you're here, why any of us are here. They just--"

Baby.

The notion that she was a teenage mother hadn't escaped him, but he'd simply assumed that she'd already given birth to her daughter, not what the way she looked down at her belly like that seems to indicate. He feels a new found sense of loathing for the hamsters in that moment.

"You were...?" Pregnant. He doesn't say it, not wanting to assume.

If Quinn wasn't panicking so much she would have smiled at what he said. It was true, this was not the ideal meeting situation.

"Aliens?" Quinn repeats, she remembers the cheesy video games both Finn and Puck play. Those games had aliens, but they were just games right? This was all to strange to be real. "Less Spielberg..."

She moistens her lips slightly at his question and looks down to her flat stomach. She missed it. Only hours ago she had wanted it to be flat more than anything in the world, and now...

"Pregnant. Yes," Quinn nods. "Until I woke up here I was...pregnant."

"That's--" Stefan feels his throat tighten with emotion, unable to speak for a moment. He's unsure of what to say, wanting to say something comforting and reassuring, but unable to find the proper words to do so. "I am so sorry, Quinn. I can't imagine what you must be going through."

Quinn swallows hard, and looks down at the floor. All she wants to do is curl up into a ball and cry. She even wants her mother, her mother who stood by as her father kicked her out of their house.

"It..." Quinn pauses for a second. "I'm guessing it's not your fault," she looks up, her eyes full of tears. Then she laughs slightly, the pained laugh one makes when they're on the edge of hysterics. "I guess I'm only getting what I deserve. I didn't want her anyways."

"If it is, then I've yet to be informed of my involvement," Stefan says, trying to make light of the situation and to the trained ear, slipping a bit on his speech patterns. While speaking more formally is what comes naturally to him, it's not how people talk anymore, and he usually feigns something much more relaxed and full of the modern slang teenagers tend to abuse.

"Has anyone offered to come get you from the Sanctuary?"

If this was any other time Quinn might have noticed how formal Stefan's speech was, but right now her head is swimming too much.

"Sanctuary?" she repeats. "This place is called the Sanctuary?" she tries to supress laughter. This whole situation is far to bizzare, and the name takes the cake. She covers her mouth to stifle a few giggles then clears her throat. "No. No one has."

"I didn't name the place. Can't tell you what the big hamsters upstairs were thinking."

Already, Stefan's making his way out of his room and to the stairs. Quinn will see the backdrop of the boarding house behind him as he moves through it, down the stairs and across the parlor, through the study and down the hallway that leads to the garage. Thankfully, Damon hasn't taken his keys from him and he can take his car instead of bothering with the trams.

He climbs into the vintage red Porsche, straight out of the 1950s. Stefan claims the vehicle's simply been in the family, but it's something he bought himself over half a century ago. "I'll be there in about ten minutes, give or take," he says, starting up the engine. The tablet is placed on the seat next to him. "I need you to pick up the tablet. That'll open the door and let you into the rest of the building."

Big hamsters. That almost causes Quinn to start laughing again, she coughs instead. She watches silently as the scenery behind Stefan changes, she can't help but be impressed by it. She also can't help but like his car, it would be perfect for a Cheerio pep rally, colour wise at least...not that it matters considering she isn't a Cheerio anymore.

"Okay," Quinn nods, feeling a lot more relived than she is letting show. She purses her lips slightly, when he mentions her needing to pick up the tablet. For a second she can't help but think 'what if it's a trap?' What if something worse is going to happen now. Then again, things can't get much worse than they already are - can they?

She hesitates a moment before picking up the tablet, and nearly jumps out of her skin when a door opens. She can't help but think about Finn, he would love this. He wouldn't be smart enough to be scared, he'd be way more into the technology - like something right out of one of his video games.

Not long after Quinn picks up the tablet and opens the door, Stefan arrives at the Sanctuary. Thankfully, he didn't cross any tram lines that were active across any of the roads he took, else he would've been a bit late in getting here. He's perhaps not the best person to be doing this right now, but helping someone in need is in his nature, and he feels bad for this girl who was brought here and had her baby taken away from her. There's nothing he can do or say to make up for that loss, so the least he can do is help her to get settled into Taxon.

He climbs out of his car and locks it behind him, pocketing the keys and moving towards the entrance to the great building they all arrived in. "Quinn?" He calls out, pushing the doors open and poking his head in. He's not sure if she found her way out of the building yet or if she's still lingering somewhere inside.

Quinn is slow in coming out of the building. The more steps she takes, the more her initial fear returns to her. It's all to tempting to go back into the room she found herself in, curl up on the floor and stay there. Still, a tiny voice in the back of her head tells her; you're Quinn Fabray, you used to part the halls like the red sea - go own this place. So slowly, clutching the tablet like it's life support, she makes her way out of the building.

She jumps slightly upon hearing someone call her name, but she goes towards the voice anyways. "Stefan?" she asks. Really hoping it's him, and not someone else. Then again it's not like she knows him or anything, but still. Quinn has had enough shock, surprise, excitiment (if one could call it that) to last a lifetime.

Stefan hears the sound of a heartbeat and breathing - quick; he doesn't blame her - before she speaks up, using the speed gifted to him by his undead state to move deeper into the Sanctuary, slowing down before he rounds the corner that brings him to her. "Hey," he offers with a friendly smile, shoving his hands in his pockets with appropriate teenage awkwardness.

"Hey," Quinn responds, because really what else is there to say? She looks at him, trying to stay calm - trying to look like she is calm. Anything to make up for the hysterics she had earlier.

Not much, when you don't know a person, though there is so much Stefan feels compelled to say to her in this moment - nothing of which he knows with be particularly helpful or ease any of her fears. She doesn't know him, doesn't know this place, and he's willing to bet she's never been touched by a world full of supernatural beings or those from other planets and dimensions. That, on top of losing her baby, must be killing her. He can't begin to imagine what she must be going through, but he wants to offer comfort to her. If he wasn't sure doing so would do more harm than good, Stefan probably would've hugged the girl by now.

"You doing okay?" Stupid question, he knows, but it's something to say to stop the silence from engulfing them. "We can, uh, go to the car if you'd rather not stay in here. Place kind of gives me the creeps, but I don't know, others might find it comforting in a Star Wars kind of way."

Quinn is silent for a few minutes, staring at her feet. She had no idea how to answer the question, because honestly she doesn't know what the answer is. She keeps hoping this is all some bad dream, and she'll wake up on the pull-out couch which seemingly become her second home.

"As good as I can be," she manages. At the mention of getting out of here, Quinn's head snaps back up and she nods, hoping she doesn't look too enthusastic. "That would be great. I never was a big Star Wars fan anyways."

Stefan nods at her answer, understanding it without asking any further. Keys in one hand, he holds out the other to her.

"Let's go, then."

Quinn takes Stefan's hand, desperate to get away from the horrible room. She can feel a new wave of panic threatening to take over, a new wave of tears threatening to come out. She swallows hard, refusing to let either spill over.

"Where?"

Stefan has to bite his tongue to keep himself from sucking in a sharp breath at the feel of that potential wave of panic starting to wash over her. There were times when his empathy made him want to drop to his knees and scream in frustration with the world, react in response to emotions that were not his own. What had been intense when he was human had only gotten stronger, cranked up past eleven, once he was turned into a vampire. When he they say that everything gets heightened, they're not kidding.

He squeezes her hand instead, offering her a reassuring smile, and starts to lead her out of the building. "There's a hotel," he says. "It's really nice, and free. A place for people to stay until they find apartments or locate their houses. Sometimes people bring things with them. I'm not sure why, but it's why I've got a car."

Speaking of the car, it's within sight, parked near the doors, once they exit.

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