Hi, thanks for taking the time to read this little piece inspired by the season 5 teaser. I started to write this after seeing the teaser and began to imagine a scenario in which Carrie is kidnapped by Saul to bring her back into their work. I imagined Saul is probably aware of her complicated relationship with Quinn and that he might use it to try to manipulate Carrie. But would Quinn go along with that? Not sure if any of my ideas will actually pan out in this way (likely not!), but I found it interesting to consider. This is my first fanfiction, and be please be gentle as English is my second language! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think.
His words cut deep. It was too close to the truth for comfort, and she wondered how much of that realization flickered across her face for Saul to see. Because despite her denial, Carrie did feel a need to atone for her past, and for who she was when nothing seemed to matter. Even after her fresh start in Berlin, there were many nights when she lay awake to see the flickering images of those she had hurt and those who had died. Nights spent thinking about what she would tell her daughter about her life, and wondering what the price for her transgressions would be if it ever came time to collect.
Later, as she was being abducted from the street, Carrie felt as though this time had come as she was dragged back into a world she had tried to escape.
It was a living nightmare, and one she feared she would never leave. Blindfolded and gagged, Carrie could not understand what was being said around her or where she was being taken. Without sight, Carrie had a sense of how much time had passed by thirst. Her throat was dry and it ached. Her head pounded. She could feel restraints cutting at her wrists, but even that pain dulled in comparison to the desperate thirst. As fear threatened to turn into numbness, Carrie's thoughts turned to her daughter- Franny's mischievous smile and sweet little giggle. Please let me be strong for her. Let me get back to her.
Carrie awoke with a start to discover herself lying prone on a concrete floor. Her blindfold was gone but the room was dark and windowless- a basement? She could hear some distant shuffling and voices- still speaking German, or was it English now?- she wondered how much time had passed and how far from home she could be. She was still bound tightly at her wrists and ankles. Her position on the group made taking deep breaths difficult and she tasted blood. As time dragged on, Carrie felt increasingly confident that she was alone in the room and that no one was coming immediately to get her. She struggled against the ties on her wrists and felt some give- enough to be useful. Slowly and painfully, Carrie slipped a thumb under the ties and used this to leverage to work one hand excruciatingly free. As if scripted in a horror film, Carrie heard footsteps grow louder a moment after freeing her hands. Quickly, she rolled over to cover the evidence of her slow escape and feigned unconsciousness.
Carrie focused on keeping her breaths even and shallow as someone unknown approached her. The footsteps were heavy and confident- a man- then only silence. A moment passed as Carrie strained and failed to hear his movements- then she started violently upon feeling his calloused fingers at her throat, checking her pulse. She was made. Carrie rolled away quickly and a new wave of desperate panic washed over her. Her captor lunged and swiftly caught her, and Carrie realized that she was again overpowered. She clawed and kicked and bit as her vision dimmed and she struggled to breathe. Her last conscious thought registered: this is it.
