#surpimogen

[surprisinglytwinsrp]

Event → Imogen & Isabel

Under the cut the questions and a few informations will be found for Miss Imogen Barrett and what's going to happen with her friend, Isabel Harlowe.

Hello Miss Barrett,

I hope you've been having a good beginning to your trip. But, here, let's start with the questions.

→ I heard you and your twin clashed a bit at first. Is everything going a bit better now? You've gotten to know Rachel?

→ You grew up in an orphanage, mostly, right? Would you mind clearing your past a bit with me? Maybe that explains your first reaction to meeting Rachel? Jealousy?

→ You got close to Isabel growing up, if I'm not mistaken. Do you consider her a sister? Why did you choose to take her with you? What is something she could do that'd really hurt you?

→ What is the worst thing you think could happen to you here? Whether related to your twin or... Anything you might have in mind.

Thank you for this! Now, just stay still while I give you your medication for the week.

------- This week, Imogen's shot is a placebo. She'll probably just get some fake headaches from it, but other than this it won't affect her.

When going back to her room, Isabel will not be there, instead, she'll find a letter with, written on it, almost what she said to the doctor as an answer to the third question.

Isabel will only come back a few hours later. Turns out, she's been with one of Dr. Smith's assistants, talking about Imogen and the experiment. While she probably didn't learn anything new, he talked to her and kept her enough time for Imogen to start worrying.

[rae-chelb]

i'm all out of faith || self-para

Tagging: Rachel Berry, Hiram Berry, Leroy Berry, Imogen Barrett (semi-mentioned), Reno Timeframe: 7:30PM, Thursday Night, 9th of August, 2013 Location: New York City Summary: Rachel confronts her father's about Imogen Notes: Semi-plotted (with Elle) and under a read-more due to length.

Back pressed against her bedroom door, Rachel closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. If it weren't for her tight, white-knuckled grip on the metal handle, the brunette would have collapsed to the ground in pure shock. She had barely made it back before the choking gasps of a panic attack crept it's way up her throat, settling in the hollow of her neck and causing a light-headed wooziness to attack her body. Tentatively, slowly - Rachel made her way from the support of the door to the comfort of her bed, sinking in to the mattress with a barely audible sigh until the realisation once again took over.

Twins.

She, Rachel Barbra Berry, had a twin.

For years, nearly her whole conscious life, Rachel had wanted a sister. It was all that she would ask for, though never to her father's. She hadn't wanted to make them guilty, because she knew how babies had worked. She hadn't been an idiot. Now - Now Rachel wished she had asked. Maybe then she would have known about -

Rachel sat up quickly, brow furrowed as she tried to think back on the very brief, very cold conversation she'd had with her - doppel ganger. She remembered introducing herself...

Her twin had never repeated the action.

She didn't even know her own sister's name!

Rachel groaned aloud, falling back against her pillow and screwing her eyes shut. This was definitely, most certainly, totally and completely - not what she had expected when she agreed to this. Long lost familial reunions had not been included on the brochure. Chewing absentmindedly on her lip, Rachel turned her head and gazed at her cell phone, sitting alone on the surface of her desk. Pausing for a moment, she flicked on her phone and checked the time. Surely, by now, her father's would be home from work.

Slipping off the bed, she fell to the floor gracefully and reached forward. Her fingers brushing against the white edge of her iPhone, she rose on to her knees and hooked her thumb beneath it, picking it up delicately and quickly scrolling through her contacts.

As she lifted the phone to her ear, Rachel took a deep, calming breath and focused all the acting skills she had accumulated over the years in to this one, lone conversation. Glancing down, she blinked at Reno as the puppy tilted his head at her. "What? You meet your long lost twin for the first time in history and then you can give me the judgmental pout."

Rachel licked her lips nervously as the phone rang, trilling in her ear and for a moment, Rachel considered hanging up. She, honestly, wasn't sure whether she wanted to know what really happened. Maybe - whatever her name was, was right. She obviously didn't care anyway, why should Rachel?

But that was just it. Rachel did care. Her sister may not, but she did. Sighing, she perched herself on the edge of her bed as she count down from ten. If they didn't pick up, she would just hang up. Call it fate, or something like that.

10... 9... 8... 7... "Hello, Dr. Leroy Berry speaking."

Rachel closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat. She had hoped that her call would go unanswered. "Daddy."

"Rach? Rachel! Hiram, honey! Rachel's on the phone!"

Resisting the urge to sigh, Rachel absentmindedly played with a loose thread in her skirt, wrapping it around her finger as another voice joined they conversion. 'Must be on the other line'.

"Rae, baby? Thank. God! We almost came to New York ourselves, when you didn't call like we planned."

Cringing, Rachel pursed her lips. Any other day, she would have placated them. Reassured them that she was fine, perfectly happy and well-without the need for their constant supervision.

Any other day... But not today.

"Hmmm."

Rachel knew that they could tell within seconds that something was wrong. They'd always been able to tell with her, when she was upset or angry or sick. They had always known.

She just never realised how much they knew.

"Honey? What's wrong?"

"Are you okay?"

"Do you need us to come get you?"

"Are you taking your vitamins?"

Hesitating, Rachel ran her tongue over her top teeth, staring out the window in thought as her father's rambled on and on. Interrupting them in the middle of a discussion about proper skin care, Rachel spoke softly.

"Would you ever lie to me?"

It was a loaded question. She knew that, her father's knew that - hell, even Reno understood the question. 

"Of course not honey, you know that."

Rachel, still staring out the window, slowly stood from the bed and strode towards the view, free arm wrapping around her stomach. "Really? So - So if I asked you a question - You would tell me the truth? Absolutely and whole-heartedly?"

Hesitation. They had hesitated.

"Yes."

"Absolutely."

Pausing, Rachel licked her lips. "Am I an only child?"

Hesitation. They had hesitated... Again.

"I can not believe this!" Rachel shouted in shock and disbelieving anger. 

"How did you -"

"Who told you about -"

"No one! Not one person told me about my apparently twin sister. You didn't think I should know something like that? Because I'm fairly certain it should be something that comes up every now and then Papa!"

"Rachel, who told you ab -"

"She's here!" Rachel hissed, growling her admission as she turned and began to pace. "As in, not just in the same city as I am. As in, in the same god-forsaken building. How could you not tell me something like this?" Rachel could feel the rising panic begin to settle in, a delayed reaction to the confrontation she'd had mere moments before.

"Rachie, honey -"

"No!" Rachel interrupted, glaring at the wall in lieu of her father's. "Don't 'Rachie, honey' me, Daddy. I want the truth. Now."

In retrospect, this particular conversation would have been something more suited face-to-face. But for now, this would have to do. Rachel couldn't wait until the next time she saw her parents, she had to know now.

"Rachel, maybe this should wait. We can come to New York, or you could come ba -"

 Rachel's eyes widened as her jaw fell open slightly. "Are - Are you joking right now? I am not, under any circumstances, coming back to Montana and you -" Pausing, Rachel tensed her jaw and tightened her own hold around her stomach. "- You are coming no where near here. Tell me, now."

It was silent for a moment, and for once, Rachel relished in it. She had never been one for quiet. That was why she spoke as much as she did, all in the hopes of limiting the soundless surroundings around her. But now? Now she revelled in it.

"There was only supposed to be one."

Rachel bit on the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to refrain from interrupting, for who knew if she would ever get the opportunity to learn about - well, about her.

"You know sweetie, that we hired a surrogate to carry you to term. Everything had been going perfectly. You were healthy, your mother was healthy, we were decorating a nursery especially for you - and then there were two babies, instead of one."

"We didn't know what to do. We had only intended to obtain one daughter, had only planned for one little girl. We knew we couldn't handle two at once, and I - honestly honey, we didn't want two."

"We spoke to the surrogate, but she was far too young and - Rachel, she had her sights set on New York, just like you. So - we chose one and - and we gave the other one up for adoption."

Rachel held back the urge to splutter in disgust, completely overwhelmed with the story she was only just now hearing.

"We agonised over whether or not to tell you, as you got older. We couldn't stand the idea of losing you over something as silly as -"

And Rachel couldn't stay quiet anymore. Anger burned deep within her as she scoffed in indignation and cold, hard fury. "Excuse me, did you just call this 'silly'? Silly is catching a bus to catch a train to New York City at only seven years old. That is silly. This is my sister we are talking about. I deserved to know about her. I had a right to know about her!"

As Rachel yelled, frustration and anger and absolute hurt, coating her voice, she blinked back the forming tears. Her father's were quiet. They had spoken not a word since Rachel interrupted them, and for a moment she had thought they'd hung up. Until,

"... What's her name honey?"

Something sunk in the pit of Rachel's stomach as the question echoed in her head. Not twenty seconds earlier, they had been trying to downplay the situation and placate her. Now they were interested? Now? After all these years, after basically turning their other daughter away - Now they wanted to know? Was she not good enough for them now? Did they want to see what they had missed out on?

Rachel shook her head, schooling her face in to an expressionless mask as she spoke softly, yet firmly, and with no warmth usually present in her voice. "I don't know."

Reacting without thought, she locked her phone, effectively ending her conversation with her father's. 

"I don't know anything anymore." She muttered, eyes un-focusing as she sunk back on the bed with Reno crawling his way over her stomach. Thinking over everything that had happened, from the invitation to the flight to the sister and to the call, Rachel screwed her eyes shut and flipped over, burying her face in her pillow as she hugged the squirming labrador to her chest. 

Her father's had been her everything, her whole world. They were perfect in her eyes. Sure, they worked a lot and they were nearly suffocating in their protectiveness, but Rachel hadn't cared. They were still perfect, her superheroes.

And now?

Now she just wanted to cry.