I wrote this in about 10 minutes, just getting a feeler on whether people want some more Homeland Fanfiction. They've given us too much to work with, with both the main characters and it's just too big an opportunity to pass up. Review if you'd like another chapter. It will probably just be a two chapter story but it will have an ending.
Summary: It's not really a question, the way that she says it. She knows the answer, but she's almost praying for a different one. She doesn't want him to fall into the darkness that she knows is there, even though she has no doubt that he's already almost there. She doesn't really know how far gone he is. Carrie/Brody
Disclaimer: Not mine. All HBO and Showtime's.
Rating: Teen
She walks back towards him, shutting the door of the car in the pouring rain.
"You're not going back to that support group are you?"
It's not really a question, the way that she says it. She knows the answer, but she's almost praying for a different one. She doesn't want him to fall into the darkness that she knows is there, even though she has no doubt that he's already almost there. She doesn't really know how far gone he is.
"No… I don't think I'll even go back inside."
"Why not?"
"Carrie… Can I call you Carrie?" he waits for her nod of approval that he hopes is coming. She nods, and so he continues. "It's not the right place for me. I don't deserve to be in there, with them. They're real heroes. All I did was not die."
He looks at the ground as he says this, his hair plastered down to his skull because of the rain. His clothes are soaked through and he's starting to shiver.
"You did more than that, Brody. You lived through it and you came out the other side intact."
Even as she says it though, she is painfully aware that it's not true, (not that he knows that she has seen his suffering back home) with the violent nightmares that more often than not end up with his wife fleeing from the room, afraid that he will hurt her (accidentally) again. She's seen and heard his cries during the night that more than often mirror her own when she first returned from her stint overseas. She remembers her own nights, waking up drenched in sweat and screaming words she can't remember when she awakens. She knows more than he knows about what he's going through.
But he doesn't know that.
Brody laughs sarcastically, looking up from his intense study of the puddles on the ground to glance into her eyes before pulling his gaze back to the ground
"I wish." He says.
"Well do you wanna talk about it?" Carrie's short question is left hanging in the air as she turns on her heels, looking over her shoulder and inviting him to follow. He looks back towards the meeting, at his watch, and then back to her.
"Yeah. Yeah I think I do."
