Likeable by Shaz1
My first attempt at a Homeland fanfiction- set during and after the season two episode the Gettysburg address.
None of the recognised characters belong to me so please don't sue.
Some bad language and mention of violence.
Likeable
"Come on come on- answer god dammit" CIA case officer muttered under her breath as the cell phone continued to ring out. It had been thirty minutes since she had received any contact from the search team at Gettysburg. She had a niggling feeling in the pit of her stomach that something had gone terribly wrong. She had warned Quinn that they needed to be careful when she had last spoken to him, she knew that Danny had requested local support on Quinn's request, yet something felt very wrong that he was now failing to answer his phone despite her repeated attempts to call him. She pulled her hand through her blonde hair in frustration- she hated having no idea what was going on
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Peter Quinn laid as still as death as the pool of blood grew ever larger underneath him. He could feel the darkness drawing him closer and closer as the gunshot wound to his stomach continued to slowly drain his life away. He coughed, a trickle of blood running down his chin and an involuntary gasp escaping as he felt the agony rip through his body at the action, he had attempted to reach for his phone, but his usually strong body lacked even the strength to do that. He closed his eyes against the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him and thought of all of the agents that were also slain, he swallowed back the bile that attempted to rise in his throat and a few moments later lost the battle with consciousness.
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Carrie nearly fell from her seat when her phone finally rang some time later- she answered in less than a full ring, her heart in her throat at the unfamiliar number.
"Yeh" she answered, almost holding her breath.
"Ma'am, my name is Doug Watson from the state troopers team in Gettysburg- I have been asked to give you a call" a stranger's voice told, and instantly she knew she had been right to feel such dread.
"What's happened?" she asked, cutting right to the point.
"I don't know where to start ma'am, it's a blood bath" he replied with a sigh and she could tell from his tone that there was no exaggeration.
"I am on my way" she stated simply disconnecting the call.
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Several hours later and she was sat in a hospital room beside a man that was little more than a stranger to her. She watched the steady rise and fall of his chest in silence, relieved that at least he lived. His skin was ashen, and she knew it had been a close call when he had first been found- but something told her that Peter Quinn, if that was even his name, was a fighter. He had thankfully got through the surgery well, and the doctors were confident he would survive, but she still didn't feel quite right leaving him alone.
A few days ago she wouldn't even have thought she would care, but as much as she hated to admit it he had been right about one thing- he was likeable. There was also a strange vulnerability to him- she had found it sad that the hospital had no contact to call for him- other than the agency. Even she had people that cared, yet this told a story of the mysterious man in front of her being alone in the World.
The team that had found them had told her that even as Quinn had been loaded into an ambulance semi-conscious and bleeding out he had used all of his remaining energy to whisper as much detail about their attackers as he could- which had been incredible detail for the injured man.
She sighed- she still didn't trust him- had no idea if she even knew his true name, but she found herself liking the way the other operative worked- he clearly knew what he was doing, his decision making had been sound- even putting a knife through the hand of Nicholas Brody had been calculated, careful and accurate- and given her the much needed opening to move in- even though she would never admit it to his face. She had to admit she had been surprised by the man- he listened to her, actually allowed her judgement in a way she had been convinced that he would ignore given who had put him in charge of the team. She also knew there was no way he was simply an analyst- the way he carried himself, the way he spoke- it all pointed more towards a more active role within the agency.
She leant back in her chair, her attention caught by the briefest flicker of his dark eye lashes against the pale skin of his face. His face contorted as his body registered the pain that his body was suffering. His hand moved to his abdomen as he finally came back to the living.
"Holy Shit" he whispered, his eyes screwed shut and his body tense as he laid on the bed.
"Shh Quinn, it's ok- you're in the hospital" Carrie soothed him as she pressed the button for the nurse. He blinked, furiously trying to clear his vision as the slightly familiar voice penetrated the fog that covered his brain.
"Carrie?" he questioned when he had gathered himself together.
"Yeah it's Carrie" she replied, watching him for any sign of pain. His mouth twisted in an attempt at a smile, prior to turning into a grimace. Just as she was about to comment further the doctor and a nurse entered the room and ushered her outside.
She waited for them to come out some time later, and peered back into the room only to find her new colleague sound asleep. She smiled to herself before turning and walking away – there was a conversation that she had to have with a certain congressman.
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It was a couple of days later before Carrie made it back to the hospital and she was pleasantly surprised to see him sat up in bed and looking more alert. He was still pale and the pain lines around his eyes were clear to see- but he was definitely looking better. She handed him the file that she had prepared with all of the updates in- and tried to ignore the clear shake to his hand when he reached for it from her.
She wasn't surprised when he asked about Galvez- knowing that he clearly valued his junior colleague despite the short time they had been working together. She was surprised when the seriously injured agent dragged himself up in his bed, removing his own IV and staggered towards the cupboard- clearly intent on walking out of the hospital against any rational thought.
She blinked in shock when he simply dropped his gown right in front of her, and attempted to not look at his toned behind that was clearly on display. She shook her head to herself as he struggled to get himself dressed.
Likeable and incredibly reliable indeed.
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