A/N: My fic for the prompt Heatwave. So I know these are suppose to be one shots, but I might add a chapter or two to this later. Not 100% sure. Rating may change too. Let me know what you think.

She stares straight down at the trickling water stream below, which is slowly being merged with the sweat dripping off her forehead. Dangerously close to the edge of the bridge in a strange sense, the risk of falling feels good. A hell of a lot more thrilling than it has been for her. She rips off the suffocating headscarf first and watches it make it's way down. The exact destination below is unknown, which is oddly mesmerizing.

She had fucked up. Really fucked up. Her best asset she had turned on her in an unsuspecting instant and was fucking up everything she worked for. With her life and job now at stake, why not just end it all now?

Next she tosses the tunic. It's a little heavier and reaches the shallow water quicker. It also allows the pool of accumulated sweat on her back to somehow evaporate, even sending a much needed chill down her spine

The water looks better by the second and all she can think about for the time being was going right on ahead and leaping in. It would be quick, probably even painless, but just maybe that water could be the last thing she ever felt. No don't. She thinks.

Finally he spots her. Driving around slowly for an hour with no a/c has really gotten to him and at this point, he's pissed off. He given her so much shit, but is sick to see that she is practically dangling over the bridge. That fucking water is shallow and there's no way she'd make it if she fell.

He's not sure whether or not to call her name or just go up behind her and pull her off the ledge. Coming from behind seemed too risky and she might just fall so he calls her name.

"Carrie!"

She's not surprised at all to see him, but very much wishes that he would just go the fuck away. He gets not a single form of acknowledgement. Knowing that she is aware he is there, he begins with a harsher approach.

"Carrie what the fuck are you doing?"

"Go away Quinn! I mean it!" She screams.

"What you just going to do it? You going to jump!?" He says irritated while wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

She tightens her grip on the ledge, but doesn't respond right away.

"Maybe... I'm just going swimming! Go away!"

Quinn bites his top lip.

"Carrie I know you're upset, but you don't want to die. I know you don't."

"Maybe I do!"

He's slowly inching his way over as he continues.

"It's just the heat! It's getting to you! Come on we'll go for a drive and cool off," he tries to convince.

She turns to him now in tears.

"I am just fine. Please! I'm fine! I'm fine! I'm fine! I just want to swim!"

He's right next to her and reaches out his hand.

"Okay. Okay. We can do that. We can swim. But not here!"

Carrie is now bawling and still not grabbing his hand.

"Why did you have to come here!? Don't act like anyone would have missed me!"

"That's not true Carrie and you know it! I care. A lot of people care!"

"You're just saying that so I'll get down!"

"Carrie you know who you have to live for," he says delivering an emotional sting.

She suddenly slips and is now teetering over the edge, but Quinn catches her by the legs. He doesn't pull her up immediately and allows her to take in what is below her.

Fear emerges throughout her entire body indicated by the tears and sweat that have since increased. Her eyes are wide open secretly asking to make it stop, but still doesn't move an inch. Dying was never the answer which became much more clear at this moment.

"I'm going to pull you up now," he assures her. Quinn lifts her up slowly and carefully with little effort. He can't tell if she is shocked or embarrassed, but it's probably a little bit of both.

There's a narrow trail at the end of the bridge and he grabs her hand and takes her with him to cool down. Her shirt had landed on a jagged rock which was in reach for him to scoop it up. While he retrieves it, she sits on the shore thinking about what had just happened.

"I wasn't going to do it you know," she says almost mocking the situation while he rings out her shirt.

He looks up at her for a moment and then back down at the shirt and uses every muscle in his upper body to squeeze the water out over her head. She gasps as the cold water hits her face.

"Don't ever fucking do that again!" He scolds.

She sticks out her foot and trips him to the ground as he starts to walk away.

"I just had a rough fucking day Quinn!"

He gets up angered and tightly grabs both sides of her arms, right below her shoulders.

"Yeah well I've had fucking rough days too, but I don't fucking pretend I'm going to kill myself!"

"Quinn let-"

"You're fucked up if you think no one cares! I care!" He finishes while loosening his grip.

She slaps him hard in the face as he lets go.

"Don't fucking touch me like that again!"

He did grab her hard, probably even left bruises.

"Guess I deserved that."

"I'm sorry," she mutters with him barely hearing her, as he is now by the water. "Maybe it is just too fucking hot for me to think?" She finishes.

Quinn takes off his own shirt, soaks it in the water and wraps it around his neck.

"Next time I'll have to shoot you if you're not going to listen," he teases after being relieved by the cold water rushing down his body.

She narrows her eyes at him, but accepts his helping hand to get off the ground.

"That was a one time thing," she says as she gets to her feet. He's silent, but stares at her like he has something to say and she's curious. "What are you thinking about?"

"You," he says without thinking.