Yay! I'm so glad to be back with this story! Please tell me what you think. I've had way too much caffeine tonight (PEACE TEA!) so this might not be good and just insane... so tell me what ya think!

Song: Come Home by OneRepublic (Listen while you read)


Come Home

The room was silent. Sebastian stood. He didn't let go of Rachel's hand, needing somebody with him. He stepped out into the hallway, squeezing Rachel's hand hard. She put her other hand on his arm comfortingly, standing a little bit behind him in the empty hall.

Miss Pillsbury looked at the two sadly. She looked like she was torn over how to deliver whatever bad news she had.

"Sebastian. You're parents are... missing. They were reported missing yesterday, just before noon. They left early morning to do some shooting in the Himalayas. They had taken every precaution. But... there was a rock slide. Search parties have been sent out. They found the backpack of your parents' guide... And do you want to talk to the head of the search parties?" Emma asked, looking very uncomfortable, holding out a Post-it note with a phone number on it. She was waiting for a response, but Sebastian had frozen. He stood wide-eyed and still. Rachel looked at Miss Pillsbury, then up at Sebastian. She moved, taking the number and stepped between Miss Pillsbury and Sebastian, facing him.

"Sebastian," she said evenly and strongly. He didn't look down. Rachel could see his mind going a million miles per hour, trying to deny or explain away what he'd just heard.

"Seb," she said louder, putting a hand on either side of his face, not an easy task since he was so much taller. He finally met her eyes.

"They will be found," she said, looking in his eyes. She dropped her arms, grabbing on hand with one and reaching in his pocket to pull out his phone. She quickly dialed the number she'd gotten on the note and handed the phone to Sebastian. It rung twice and somebody picked up. It took him a minute to find his voice, but he did.

"Hello, this is Sebastian Smythe. Yes, I'm their son. No. I must have missed the call. What has happened?"

Rachel watched Sebastian's face as he listened for what felt like hours. Neither one relaxed, but stayed close, connected by their hands. Finally Sebastian breathed out, Looking tired.

"Thank you. Keep me posted," he said, looking drained emotionally and physically. He sighed and finally met Rachel's eyes. Not knowing what else to do Rachel put her arms around him and locked them behind his back. She felt him slowly relax. Both were quiet. Then the bell rang and they pulled apart.

"They found the guide and he's helping search. He believes they're alive. I gotta go," Sebastian said, pulling away gently. He kissed Rachel's cheek and walked away, not standing tall and proud like usual, but slumped over, fists clenched.

Rachel felt so upset at her inability to comfort him, but knew her sadness was nothing compared to his. She walked away, oblivious to everybody, thinking of a way she could help Sebastian. She tuned in and out of class, unable to pay attention.


Rachel walked out of school, searching for Sebastian. She saw that his car wasn't in his spot. He must have rushed out. She deflated. She drove home and then slowly walked up her driveway, unsure of what to do with herself. She sent a text to Sebastian asking if he wanted her to be with him. Usually she came home and practiced, but for once, she had no desire to make a sound.

She opened the door and stepped inside and almost jumped in surprise. People were yelling loud. In the kitchen. She took a step closer. It was her dads. They were fighting. Rachel took a step back and quietly went upstairs, trying not to listen. Her dads barely ever fought. When they did they seemed like the calm, logical lawyers that they both were. This was different.

Rachel found herself getting dressed to go for a run. She slipped her iPod into her arm band. She pulled her hair into a tight ponytail.

She was out the door, making sure her fathers heard the slam. She took off running, the music pounding in her ears. She loved to run. It helped clear her head. She loved the pavement under her, forced to submission by her pounding feet as she moved faster and faster. She made it to the park and increased her speed. The cold bit at her face and body, but she didn't care. It was getting dark when she realized where she was. Her feet had carried her downtown, near Sebastian's apartment. She didn't care that she was shivering as the sweat she was drenched in cooled. Without thinking it through, she jogged to the building and went inside. She knocked on Sebastian's door. She heard somebody say, "It's open." she stepped inside. Sebastian sat on the ground, surrounded by photo albums and scrapbooks. Filled with pictures. He looked up at Rachel and took in her state. Disheveled ponytail, red cheeks, sweat all over. She let him. She saw that he looked happier and calmer and that he'd set up a makeshift tracking station of his own. He had a satellite map on his computer, a radio, paper maps spread out with red pins on them.

"Did you run here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Um... yeah. My feet kinda carried me here," Rachel said, smiling sheepishly.

Sebastian gave a half smile. He went into his kitchen and poured her a cup of coffee. She took it, warming her hands on the artfully painted mug.

"Have they found anything?" Rachel asked after a quiet moment of listening to the crackling radio.

"Yes. They've found what appears to be my mother's pack, but also some footprints. It's tricky though, partly because the rocks are still loose and another slide could occur at any time, and the search parties are pretty sure that they've been trapped somewhere." Rachel listened, nodding. Without looking at her he said, "Do you wanna shower?" Rachel said yes and he told her that washcloths and towels were under the sink. She took a shower which felt fabulous. She heard Sebastian knock and slip in some clean clothes. Rachel felt a surge of affection. Even during this hard time, he was still thoughtful. She got out and slipped on the clothes, a big, old white Rolling Stones t-shirt that had been washed so many times that it was super soft. She pulled on some sweatpants, having to pull the drawstring as tight as it would go, and rolled them a couple times, and even then, they slid down her hips a little. She put her hair in a bun on top of her head.

She came out of the bathroom. Sebastian had gone back to his little setup.

He looked tense. She sat down on his couch, pulling up her knees to her chest, watching him. She sat there for a half and hour, breathing evenly, getting more and more concerned. Sebastian moved from maps, moving little red pins, to his laptop, where he seemed to be chatting with several people at once. Every now and then he would stop and listen to the radio. Then he'd click to a satellite map on his laptop, then go back to his conversations, then back to the map, to move another red pin. The cycle repeated itself several times. Sebastian was looking at the conversations on his computer, when all of the sudden he slammed his computer shut. He ran his hands through his hair, staring at nothing. He was facing away from Rachel.

Rachel sighed silently. She unfolded herself from the couch and stood, slowly moving over to Sebastian. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, locking her hands together. She rested her head on his back. She didn't say anything. She felt him turning around in her arms. She looked up. His eyes were closed and he was controlling his breathing. Rachel could feel how tense he was.

"Sit," she said quietly. Sebastian did as she said. Rachel got on her knees behind him, settling back on her feet. When she'd been littler, she'd seen her father's do this for each other during particularly demanding cases. Remembering their fight earlier, Rachel pushed the thought from her head. They didn't do this anymore.

She started with his shoulders, rubbing them gently, slowly increasing pressure and eventually moving down. She knew what she was doing. Her cousin was a physical therapist and had taught her a few things. She felt the tension leave Sebastian slowly.

Soon Rachel was satisfied with her work. She leaned forward, and dropped a kiss on Sebastian's jaw.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"Anytime," she said, with a smile. She moved so she sat indian-style, facing him, her knees almost touching his. She looked at his face, studying it.

"Seb. Your parents will be found," she said, believing it with her whole heart.

"They're all I have," he said, looking away from Rachel. Rachel's heart gave a squeeze. She reached out and touched his face, making him look at her.

"That's not true," she said, smiling.

They sat together for a while, just enjoying the other's company. Then Rachel stood.

"I should go," she said sadly, not wanting to leave him.

"Don't," he said.


Rachel woke up the next morning. It took her a moment to remember where she was. She felt a smile come to her lips as she remembered. She'd stayed the night. In Sebastian's bed. They had gone to his room and cuddled, falling asleep in each other's arms.

Rachel got out of bed carefully going to his bathroom to splash water on her face. She looked at herself. Flushed cheeks, no makeup, messy hair. She didn't care.

When she came out of the bathroom she found him on the couch. He smiled at her, patting his lap. She sat on it, putting her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek, then his lips.

She looked up at the clock over his head. It was seven. School was in an hour.

"I know," Sebastian sighed, "Come on, I will drive you to your house to get clothes, then school." Rachel nodded, also sighing.

She waited patiently while Sebastian quickly checked his email and messages, to find nothing new. He drove Rachel to her house. Rachel, one who would normally primp for all she was worth, simply ran in, keeping the t-shirt on, and pulled on her dark skinny jeans. She ran a brush through her hair, messily french braided her bangs back, slipping on her purple converse as she did so. Lastly, she brushed her teeth, grabbing her school bag on the way out. On her way out she spotted a note on the table. It was from her dad, apologizing for the fight she'd heard. She also saw that he assumed she'd stayed at Kurt's. She walked back out to Sebastian, pushing her fathers to the back of her mind.

"So you like the shirt," Sebastian said, smiling.

"Yes," Rachel said. And she did. It smiled like him.


They drove to school and had glee for first hour. They spent the first five minutes talking about Sectionals, then Mr. Shuester told them they could all have the rest of the period to brainstorm. Rachel asked him if she and Sebastian could go to the auditorium to practice. Mr. Shuester said yes, having heard about Sebastian's parents from Emma. The club watched the two going. Kurt made a comment on Rachel's outfit under his breath, ",,,lack of effort... even I can't pull off oversize t-shirts..."

Rachel sat at the piano that was center stage, Sebastian sitting next to her on the bench.

"When I'm upset, I sing about it," she said simply. He nodded and looked down at the keys, thinking. Rachel watched as he put his long fingers on the keys. He began to play. Then he started to sing.

Hello world

Hope you're listenin

Forgive me if I'm young

For speaking out of turn

There's someone I've been missing

I think that they could be

The better half of me

Sebastian closed his eyes, continuing to play, nodding to Rachel. She picked it up.

They're in the wrong place trying to make it right

But I'm tired of justifying

So I say to you..

They blended their voices together.

Come home

Come home

Cause I've been waiting for you

For so long

For so long

Right now there's a war between the vanities

But all I see is you and me

The fight for you is all I've ever known

So come home

Oh

Sebastian sang the next part, thinking about how his parents had taught him to see beauty all around him, then capture it with his camera.

I get lost in the beauty

Of everything I see

The world ain't half as bad

As they paint it to be

If all the sons,

All the daughters

Stopped to take it in

Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin

Rachel picked it up, seeing tears coming down Sebastian's face.

It might start now, yeah

Well maybe I'm just dreaming out loud

Until then...

Sebastian didn't come in, tears falling harder. Rachel sang alone looking at her hands in her lap.

Come home

Come home

Cause I've been waiting for you

For so long

For so long

Right now there's a war between the vanities

Rachel looked at Sebastian.

But all I see is you and me

The fight for you is all I've ever known

Ever known

So come home

Oh

Sebastian came back in, opening his eyes and looking at Rachel who began harmonizing.

Everything I can't be

Is everything you should be

And that's why I need you here

Rachel began echoing him.

Everything I can't be

Is everything you should be

And that's why I need you here

Sebastian closed his eyes and sang alone. Rachel kept her eyes on him, tears escaping her eyes for him and his pain.

So hear this now...

Come home

Come home

Cause I've been waiting for you

For so long

For so long

Right now there's a war between the vanities

But all I see is you and me

The fight for you is all I've ever known

Ever known

So come home

Come home