Homeland snap fanfic No.4 – Cookies and hot chocolate
As requested by @keepcalmandquarrieon...!
Quinn is sitting on a rickety chair in the garden. Staring into space. Maybe rocking slightly, rhythmically, to himself. Franny appears at the door to the main house, holding a cookie, a little shy but curious. He sees her.
QUINN Hello.
FRANNY Are you Peter Quinn?
QUINN I am.
FRANNY My name’s Franny.
QUINN Hello, Franny. Pleased to meet you.
FRANNY My mommy said you were in the hospital. Are you better now?
Thinks.
QUINN Not really.
FRANNY What are you doing?
QUINN Nothing much.
What are you doing?
FRANNY Eating a cookie.
QUINN That’s… very nice.
Pause.
Do you have a cookie for me, too?
She looks shy and awkward.
FRANNY They’re my cookies!
QUINN I might feel better if I had a cookie.
FRANNY I know where mommy keeps them.
QUINN You wanna bring me one?
FRANNY Come and have it in my house. You can have hot chocolate too.
QUINN Ah I don't think so. I'm not supposed to come up there.
FRANNY Why not?
Thinks.
QUINN That's your home. And mommy’s. I live down here.
FRANNY But I said you could.
QUINN Where's your mommy?
FRANNY She's on the phone.
Thinks.
QUINN OK.
He pulls himself up, walks, with difficulty, towards her. She walks towards him a little, on his left-hand side, looking at him.
FRANNY Why do you walk like that?
QUINN Because my leg doesn't work, I guess.
FRANNY Shall I hold your hand?
QUINN My hand doesn't really work either.
She's stumped. He holds out his right hand.
QUINN This one does, though.
She walks round, takes his right hand, and they walk up the steps to the door, hand in hand...












