fic: Quinn vs. the Intersect (1/2)
Title: Quinn vs. the Intersect (1/2)
Author: awkwardllama
Rating: G
Length: 2,274
Spoilers: None for Glee. Spoilers for season 1 of Chuck.
Disclaimer I don’t own anything in this story. Not Glee, Chuck, or any of the songs I happen to use.
Summary: Music geek by day. Government asset by night. Adaption of NBC’s Chuck.
“Hurry!”
“How am I supposed to hurry? I can’t even walk!”
“Well then get out of the way so I can escape!”
“Quinn? What’s going on?” The lights flicker on. A tall blonde pokes her head through the doorway. “Are you trying to climb out the window?”
Quinn flushes bright red. “No! I-I-was just checking if I could. You know, in case of emergencies?”
Artie shots a look from beside her.
“Babe?” Another head pushes into the room. “What’s everybody doing in here? There’s an awesome party going on outside.”
“Yeah, come on Quinn. This is your birthday party and you’re hiding in here.” Brittany walks over and tugs Quinn towards the door.
Quinn sighs, “But all the guests are yours and Finn’s friends.”
Brittany’s boyfriend Finn, a.k.a. Captain Clueless, strides into the room, leans down wrapping his arms around Quinn’s waist and throws her over his shoulders. He proceeds to carry her outside. “Your sister invited some really cool people for you to meet so you’re coming outside.
Quinn squirms and wriggles. “Why are you so strong? And I don’t need to meet people! I have friends!”
Artie cries out, “Yeah she does!” He attempts to give Quinn a high five from where she is hanging over Finn’s shoulder.
Brittany smiles as they get closer and closer to the door. “Well we thought it was time you started dating again.”
Finn places her on the floor. “What? No! I don’t-I-No! I don’t need my sister to set me up on blind dates!”
Brittany cocks her eyebrow. “You haven’t been on a date for months.”
“That’s not true! There was that girl… Okay fine.” Quinn looks towards the floor in shame. “I’ll talk to some people.”
“That’s more like it! Go get ‘em tiger!” Finn gives her a firm push out the door.
Quinn stands in the doorway for a second before a petite girl approaches her. “Hey you’re Quinn right? Britt’s sister?”
Quinn gives her a strained smile. “That’s me. The birthday girl.” They spend the next ten minutes having a painful conversation that ends with Quinn babbling about the girl that had gotten away. Santana Lopez.
Quinn’s first love. She had been beautiful and amazing and perfect. But Quinn had lost Santana to her former best friend, Jesse St. James. Well more like he had stolen her. And Quinn was still hung up on her.
She was still talking about Santana and Jesse when another girl interrupted. “Jesse St. James? I knew him in college. He was an amazing guy. What’s he doing now?”
Quinn shrugs. “I think he’s in banking.”
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Cut to an immaculate white room bare except for the speakers lining the wall and the computer centered in the room. There is a clatter as one of the ceiling panels drops and a body follows, covered in blood.
Jesse St. James, not a banker.
He runs towards the computer, typing frantically as soon as her reaches it. He attaches a small device to the computer before plugging ear plugs in his ears.
He presses one last key and the speakers begin to blare. Minutes later, the screen clears and he grabs the device, typing in one last sequence.
“Bye bye.”
The room is filled with a harshly high pitched noise as Jesse starts running towards the door. The computer explodes as Jesse is vaulting out the door.
Immediately, alarms start blaring and men are shouting, “St. James! Stop where you are! Freeze!” Jesse runs down the hallway knocking out everyone that gets in his way before he makes it outside. His hands are urgently typing at his device. His fingers are pressed to the send button when a shot rings out.
He slams into the ground and looks up at the face of the man who just shot him. “You’re too late.” The device begins smoking as his hand goes limp. The last thing visible on the screen before it goes black: File sent to Quinn Fabray.
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Quinn and Artie had finally escaped all the chatter of the party and were sitting upstairs in her room. Quinn is sitting at her keyboard and Artie has a guitar in his lap. They are quietly playing as Artie laments his loss of Brittany to Finn. Quinn nods absently whenever he pauses.
She flinches when the laptop on her desk beeps. Artie squeaks, “I guess Jesse remembered your birthday.”
“What?!” Quinn looks at him with wide eyes. She scrambles over to her computer. She clicks on the email and downloads the attachment. The screen shows a complex series of musical notes.
Artie looks at her in confusion. Quinn explains, “We were in show choir together. This is something we wrote together in junior year. I guess it’s a code.”
Artie snorts. “Show choir? You were so cool back then.”
Quinn glares. “Well Artie. I think it’s time you went home. She turns and wheels him out her bedroom door. See you tomorrow.” Closing the door, she turns toward her wall of instruments picking a flute and turning back towards her laptop. She plays the notes and the file clicks open.
The flute drops to the ground. Quinn’s body sways in place as her ears take in the songs playing softly from her speakers and her eyes flicker beneath her shut eyelids.
She stays standing as night becomes day and the suddenly music stops. She sways for a second before she tilts and crashes into the floor knocking a nearby guitar off its stand.
The door bursts open and Brittany flies in brandishing a pot over her head shouting, “What happened?! Is it the duck?!”
“I’m fine. I just took a slight tumble. What time is it?” Quinn rubs her eyes and looks around in bleary confusion.
“Seven. Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?”
“Yeah. What happened last night? I have a huge headache.” Quinn presses her palm against her forehead.
“Well after you chased my friend away because you didn’t stop talking about Santana, you and Artie ran in here and I didn’t see you for the rest of the night.
Quinn slowly gets to her feet. “All I remember is that…” she glances at her laptop. “Did I even sleep? Oh well, I have to get ready.”
Brittany nods. “Well Finn and I are making breakfast so don’t take too long.”
Quinn smirks, “No mice this time?”
Brittany huffs and pokers her tongue out. “Just for that, you don’t get any.” She turns and dances out of the room.
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Quinn hits the play button on her stereo before jumping into the shower.
There's a picture in the nursery of a well known soldier man
And he wants to be like father when he grows up if he can
His eyes survey the floorboards with his soldiers around him
But fear not for the future, you will climb the highest mountain
Suddenly she is hit with a wave of vertigo as the sound goes high pitched and a series of images flash before her eyes. File of a Sgt. Pepper, same man leaving airport, flyer for security talk given by the Sgt.
Her eyes shoot open with a gasp. Climbing out, she wraps a towel around herself and stands in front of the mirror. She stares at her bloodshot eyes in the mirror before starting the blow-dry her hair.
Just a small boy in a small boy's world
And small boys do strange things
He likes to see the match sticks fly
And hear the cannons ring
For his eider down, his battle field
And in his dreams his fights are real
Until the field is won, aim, fire the guns
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The bell dings as Quinn pulls the door of the music shop open. She trudges towards the counter dropping her bag on the floor and slumping onto her seat. She presses the intercom button and speaks, “Would all staff please report to the front counter?”
Slowly, the few employees in the store walk up to the counter. Kurt and Mercedes, the two inseparable gossips who hardly get any work down but were a laugh; Tina, an Asian Goth who was sweet but had a strange stutter; and Artie, her geeky, handicapped best friend.
Quinn addresses them all saying, “Okay attention everyone. Someone is going to have to fix the speakers. Yesterday, it was fried when someone thought it would be awesome to use the store’s speakers to blast a virus-encrypted sound file. ” Quinn said all this with a pointed look to Artie, who smiled sheepishly back.
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General Sue Sylvester of the National Security Agency and Central Intelligence Agency Director Schuester stand in the completely destroyed computer room.
“St. James was CIA responsibility!”
“Well the NSA was supposed to bring him in, not kill him!”
“If you and your greasy head had done your job when you were supposed to, the NSA wouldn’t have failed!”
The arguments they were tossing back and forth were getting louder and louder. “Well Sue! I’m sure you’re just going to fix everything aren’t you?!”
“No she isn’t. I am.” A tall, well-built man saunters into the room. Noah Puckerman. The NSA’s top agent and Jesse St. James’s killer.
Director Schuester turns to General Sylvester with a gaping mouth. “You’re sending the man who caused this mess to fix it? Are you sure that’s a wise idea?”
“Of course it is! Puckerman is my best agent. I trust that he is capable of taking care of this matter.”
Puck interrupts, “What is the matter anyways?”
Sue explains, “The Intersect was the super computer that contains every government secret. These secrets are embedded in thousands of sound files. You’re going to find out where St. James sent those files.”
Puck held up Jesse’s fried device. “We got a trace signal. Los Angeles. It’s perfect, tons of hot MILFS.” He smirks.
“Just get it done Puckerman.”
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Quinn sits at the counter filling out paperwork half-listening while Artie blabbers aimlessly besides her. She sings along to the faint music filtering over his voice.
Where it began, I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
Oh, wasn't the spring
And spring became the summer
Who'd believe you'd come along
Her absentminded singing is interrupted by a quiet giggle. Quinn’s head shoots up and her eyes land on a gorgeous brunette standing in front of the counter smiling at her. She jumps out of her seat fixing her crooked glasses.
“Hi! Can I help you?”
“Yes I just moved here and I was told that this was the place to come to if I needed music related things.”
Quinn nodded. “Yep. What are you looking for?”
Out of nowhere, Kurt and Mercedes materialize. “Need us to take this one boss?”
Quinn waved them away. “No I got this one.”
Kurt smirked. “Of course you do. The duo walk away whispering away among themselves.
Quinn flushes. The brunette continues to smile sweetly at her. “I’m looking for a tuner.”
Quinn turns to walk out from behind the counter. She freezes when she sees Artie looking at her with a big dumb smile on his face. She wheels his chair out of the way whispering “Shut up!” as she passes him. The girls looks up at Quinn as they walk. “So Quinn huh? That’s a strange name.”
Quinn quirks an eyebrow at her. “Um… how do you know my name?” The brunette giggles at her again. “It’s on your nametag.”
Quinn blushes dark red while she fingers said nametag. “Oh yeah. That’s me. Quinn Fabray. And what’s your name?”
“I’m Rachel. Rachel Berry.”
“Well Rachel, what do you need a tuner for?”
“I like to sing. Not that I am horribly out of tune! I just like to be perfect.” Quinn notices that she doesn’t look ashamed of this fact.
They stop in front of an impressive looking selection of musical tuners. Quinn points at them saying, “Well this is them. Anything particular you had in mind?”
“Whatever you have to recommend should be fine.” Quinn reaches up high on the tips of her toes and grabs one. “Well this one has a good range and-“ Leaning back down, she realizes that Rachel has moved in closer and is staring with intense concentration at Quinn’s face.
Quinn lets out a strangled cough and fumbling with the tuner, she takes a step back. “Well is this one okay?” She hands the tuner to Rachel, who gives it a quick glance before nodding in approval. “Yep. It’s perfect.”
“Great. Let’s get you checked out. I mean-not you! Your purchase.” Quinn almost trips over her own feet in her haste to get to the counter. In the corner of her eye, she sees Kurt, Mercedes, and Tina watching with amusement evident on their faces. Artie was besides them giving her a huge thumbs up.
She rings up the purchase, quickly tossing it in a bag, and handing it to a still smiling Rachel. “Thanks for choosing Glee to fulfill your musical needs. Please come again.”
Rachel smiles at her. “I think I will.” She slips a card across the counter. “Give me a call sometime?” She turns and Quinn watches the sway of her hips as she walks out. Immediately, her coworkers swarm around the counter all of them asking questions. “What happened? What’d she say? Did you ask her out?”
Quinn just stares at the card in her hand. Rachel Berry. There’s a gold star by her name. She smiles.
Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
Oh I've been inclined to believe it never would
Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good
( Part 2 )
Author: awkwardllama
Rating: G
Length: 2,274
Spoilers: None for Glee. Spoilers for season 1 of Chuck.
Disclaimer I don’t own anything in this story. Not Glee, Chuck, or any of the songs I happen to use.
Summary: Music geek by day. Government asset by night. Adaption of NBC’s Chuck.
“Hurry!”
“How am I supposed to hurry? I can’t even walk!”
“Well then get out of the way so I can escape!”
“Quinn? What’s going on?” The lights flicker on. A tall blonde pokes her head through the doorway. “Are you trying to climb out the window?”
Quinn flushes bright red. “No! I-I-was just checking if I could. You know, in case of emergencies?”
Artie shots a look from beside her.
“Babe?” Another head pushes into the room. “What’s everybody doing in here? There’s an awesome party going on outside.”
“Yeah, come on Quinn. This is your birthday party and you’re hiding in here.” Brittany walks over and tugs Quinn towards the door.
Quinn sighs, “But all the guests are yours and Finn’s friends.”
Brittany’s boyfriend Finn, a.k.a. Captain Clueless, strides into the room, leans down wrapping his arms around Quinn’s waist and throws her over his shoulders. He proceeds to carry her outside. “Your sister invited some really cool people for you to meet so you’re coming outside.
Quinn squirms and wriggles. “Why are you so strong? And I don’t need to meet people! I have friends!”
Artie cries out, “Yeah she does!” He attempts to give Quinn a high five from where she is hanging over Finn’s shoulder.
Brittany smiles as they get closer and closer to the door. “Well we thought it was time you started dating again.”
Finn places her on the floor. “What? No! I don’t-I-No! I don’t need my sister to set me up on blind dates!”
Brittany cocks her eyebrow. “You haven’t been on a date for months.”
“That’s not true! There was that girl… Okay fine.” Quinn looks towards the floor in shame. “I’ll talk to some people.”
“That’s more like it! Go get ‘em tiger!” Finn gives her a firm push out the door.
Quinn stands in the doorway for a second before a petite girl approaches her. “Hey you’re Quinn right? Britt’s sister?”
Quinn gives her a strained smile. “That’s me. The birthday girl.” They spend the next ten minutes having a painful conversation that ends with Quinn babbling about the girl that had gotten away. Santana Lopez.
Quinn’s first love. She had been beautiful and amazing and perfect. But Quinn had lost Santana to her former best friend, Jesse St. James. Well more like he had stolen her. And Quinn was still hung up on her.
She was still talking about Santana and Jesse when another girl interrupted. “Jesse St. James? I knew him in college. He was an amazing guy. What’s he doing now?”
Quinn shrugs. “I think he’s in banking.”
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Cut to an immaculate white room bare except for the speakers lining the wall and the computer centered in the room. There is a clatter as one of the ceiling panels drops and a body follows, covered in blood.
Jesse St. James, not a banker.
He runs towards the computer, typing frantically as soon as her reaches it. He attaches a small device to the computer before plugging ear plugs in his ears.
He presses one last key and the speakers begin to blare. Minutes later, the screen clears and he grabs the device, typing in one last sequence.
“Bye bye.”
The room is filled with a harshly high pitched noise as Jesse starts running towards the door. The computer explodes as Jesse is vaulting out the door.
Immediately, alarms start blaring and men are shouting, “St. James! Stop where you are! Freeze!” Jesse runs down the hallway knocking out everyone that gets in his way before he makes it outside. His hands are urgently typing at his device. His fingers are pressed to the send button when a shot rings out.
He slams into the ground and looks up at the face of the man who just shot him. “You’re too late.” The device begins smoking as his hand goes limp. The last thing visible on the screen before it goes black: File sent to Quinn Fabray.
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Quinn and Artie had finally escaped all the chatter of the party and were sitting upstairs in her room. Quinn is sitting at her keyboard and Artie has a guitar in his lap. They are quietly playing as Artie laments his loss of Brittany to Finn. Quinn nods absently whenever he pauses.
She flinches when the laptop on her desk beeps. Artie squeaks, “I guess Jesse remembered your birthday.”
“What?!” Quinn looks at him with wide eyes. She scrambles over to her computer. She clicks on the email and downloads the attachment. The screen shows a complex series of musical notes.
Artie looks at her in confusion. Quinn explains, “We were in show choir together. This is something we wrote together in junior year. I guess it’s a code.”
Artie snorts. “Show choir? You were so cool back then.”
Quinn glares. “Well Artie. I think it’s time you went home. She turns and wheels him out her bedroom door. See you tomorrow.” Closing the door, she turns toward her wall of instruments picking a flute and turning back towards her laptop. She plays the notes and the file clicks open.
The flute drops to the ground. Quinn’s body sways in place as her ears take in the songs playing softly from her speakers and her eyes flicker beneath her shut eyelids.
She stays standing as night becomes day and the suddenly music stops. She sways for a second before she tilts and crashes into the floor knocking a nearby guitar off its stand.
The door bursts open and Brittany flies in brandishing a pot over her head shouting, “What happened?! Is it the duck?!”
“I’m fine. I just took a slight tumble. What time is it?” Quinn rubs her eyes and looks around in bleary confusion.
“Seven. Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?”
“Yeah. What happened last night? I have a huge headache.” Quinn presses her palm against her forehead.
“Well after you chased my friend away because you didn’t stop talking about Santana, you and Artie ran in here and I didn’t see you for the rest of the night.
Quinn slowly gets to her feet. “All I remember is that…” she glances at her laptop. “Did I even sleep? Oh well, I have to get ready.”
Brittany nods. “Well Finn and I are making breakfast so don’t take too long.”
Quinn smirks, “No mice this time?”
Brittany huffs and pokers her tongue out. “Just for that, you don’t get any.” She turns and dances out of the room.
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Quinn hits the play button on her stereo before jumping into the shower.
There's a picture in the nursery of a well known soldier man
And he wants to be like father when he grows up if he can
His eyes survey the floorboards with his soldiers around him
But fear not for the future, you will climb the highest mountain
Suddenly she is hit with a wave of vertigo as the sound goes high pitched and a series of images flash before her eyes. File of a Sgt. Pepper, same man leaving airport, flyer for security talk given by the Sgt.
Her eyes shoot open with a gasp. Climbing out, she wraps a towel around herself and stands in front of the mirror. She stares at her bloodshot eyes in the mirror before starting the blow-dry her hair.
Just a small boy in a small boy's world
And small boys do strange things
He likes to see the match sticks fly
And hear the cannons ring
For his eider down, his battle field
And in his dreams his fights are real
Until the field is won, aim, fire the guns
--------------------------
The bell dings as Quinn pulls the door of the music shop open. She trudges towards the counter dropping her bag on the floor and slumping onto her seat. She presses the intercom button and speaks, “Would all staff please report to the front counter?”
Slowly, the few employees in the store walk up to the counter. Kurt and Mercedes, the two inseparable gossips who hardly get any work down but were a laugh; Tina, an Asian Goth who was sweet but had a strange stutter; and Artie, her geeky, handicapped best friend.
Quinn addresses them all saying, “Okay attention everyone. Someone is going to have to fix the speakers. Yesterday, it was fried when someone thought it would be awesome to use the store’s speakers to blast a virus-encrypted sound file. ” Quinn said all this with a pointed look to Artie, who smiled sheepishly back.
--------------------------
General Sue Sylvester of the National Security Agency and Central Intelligence Agency Director Schuester stand in the completely destroyed computer room.
“St. James was CIA responsibility!”
“Well the NSA was supposed to bring him in, not kill him!”
“If you and your greasy head had done your job when you were supposed to, the NSA wouldn’t have failed!”
The arguments they were tossing back and forth were getting louder and louder. “Well Sue! I’m sure you’re just going to fix everything aren’t you?!”
“No she isn’t. I am.” A tall, well-built man saunters into the room. Noah Puckerman. The NSA’s top agent and Jesse St. James’s killer.
Director Schuester turns to General Sylvester with a gaping mouth. “You’re sending the man who caused this mess to fix it? Are you sure that’s a wise idea?”
“Of course it is! Puckerman is my best agent. I trust that he is capable of taking care of this matter.”
Puck interrupts, “What is the matter anyways?”
Sue explains, “The Intersect was the super computer that contains every government secret. These secrets are embedded in thousands of sound files. You’re going to find out where St. James sent those files.”
Puck held up Jesse’s fried device. “We got a trace signal. Los Angeles. It’s perfect, tons of hot MILFS.” He smirks.
“Just get it done Puckerman.”
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Quinn sits at the counter filling out paperwork half-listening while Artie blabbers aimlessly besides her. She sings along to the faint music filtering over his voice.
Where it began, I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
Oh, wasn't the spring
And spring became the summer
Who'd believe you'd come along
Her absentminded singing is interrupted by a quiet giggle. Quinn’s head shoots up and her eyes land on a gorgeous brunette standing in front of the counter smiling at her. She jumps out of her seat fixing her crooked glasses.
“Hi! Can I help you?”
“Yes I just moved here and I was told that this was the place to come to if I needed music related things.”
Quinn nodded. “Yep. What are you looking for?”
Out of nowhere, Kurt and Mercedes materialize. “Need us to take this one boss?”
Quinn waved them away. “No I got this one.”
Kurt smirked. “Of course you do. The duo walk away whispering away among themselves.
Quinn flushes. The brunette continues to smile sweetly at her. “I’m looking for a tuner.”
Quinn turns to walk out from behind the counter. She freezes when she sees Artie looking at her with a big dumb smile on his face. She wheels his chair out of the way whispering “Shut up!” as she passes him. The girls looks up at Quinn as they walk. “So Quinn huh? That’s a strange name.”
Quinn quirks an eyebrow at her. “Um… how do you know my name?” The brunette giggles at her again. “It’s on your nametag.”
Quinn blushes dark red while she fingers said nametag. “Oh yeah. That’s me. Quinn Fabray. And what’s your name?”
“I’m Rachel. Rachel Berry.”
“Well Rachel, what do you need a tuner for?”
“I like to sing. Not that I am horribly out of tune! I just like to be perfect.” Quinn notices that she doesn’t look ashamed of this fact.
They stop in front of an impressive looking selection of musical tuners. Quinn points at them saying, “Well this is them. Anything particular you had in mind?”
“Whatever you have to recommend should be fine.” Quinn reaches up high on the tips of her toes and grabs one. “Well this one has a good range and-“ Leaning back down, she realizes that Rachel has moved in closer and is staring with intense concentration at Quinn’s face.
Quinn lets out a strangled cough and fumbling with the tuner, she takes a step back. “Well is this one okay?” She hands the tuner to Rachel, who gives it a quick glance before nodding in approval. “Yep. It’s perfect.”
“Great. Let’s get you checked out. I mean-not you! Your purchase.” Quinn almost trips over her own feet in her haste to get to the counter. In the corner of her eye, she sees Kurt, Mercedes, and Tina watching with amusement evident on their faces. Artie was besides them giving her a huge thumbs up.
She rings up the purchase, quickly tossing it in a bag, and handing it to a still smiling Rachel. “Thanks for choosing Glee to fulfill your musical needs. Please come again.”
Rachel smiles at her. “I think I will.” She slips a card across the counter. “Give me a call sometime?” She turns and Quinn watches the sway of her hips as she walks out. Immediately, her coworkers swarm around the counter all of them asking questions. “What happened? What’d she say? Did you ask her out?”
Quinn just stares at the card in her hand. Rachel Berry. There’s a gold star by her name. She smiles.
Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
Oh I've been inclined to believe it never would
Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good
( Part 2 )