A/N:

Hi, everyone. I've been writing fanfiction for two years. This is my first Homeland fic, this has been on my mind for sometime now. I love Carrie and Brody and there don't seem to be many stories about them. Hope you enjoy!

I don't know what kind of life we will have when we get back, whether we'll be together or apart. But there will be a life, and I'm not sorry about that – not for one single second, because I believe one of the reasons I was put on this earth was for our paths to cross.'

-Carrie to Brody, season 3-

Carrie stared wistfully at the wall behind Lockhart as he gave his speech on the fallen agents at the Memorial Hall.

Brody's words resonated in her brain as though it had been yesterday.

"Is this for real?

"Brody...I don't know...and I don't want you to feel used.

"You're right, I feel used...and played and lied to but I also feel good. Two minutes with you and I feel good. "

She would never forget their desperate kisses that day, the expression on his face when he had said he had felt good during those two minutes.

What she had felt for him she would never feel for anyone else, she was certain of that.

Oh, God, what wouldn't she give for just another two minutes...another chance to look into his eyes and tell him how much she loved him.

Sitting among the audience, Carrie tried her best to focus on the ceremony. Lockhart continued reading names. "Each cherished colleague remains a constant source of inspiration and courage. They all heard the same call of duty and they all answered without hesitation. They are our heroes. American's heroes.

She also heard Javadi's voice saying: "you and Brody pulled it off.

It was always about him. He's all you care about. Maybe the only thing."

And now he was gone.

And all she could think about was how she had failed him.

How she had been in the audience when he'd been about to be executed... except that she had left right before the guards brought him out, unable to bear even the thought of watching him die.

She closed her eyes for a few moments, lost in the painful memories...

Brody...

She had wanted a happy ending...with him.

But it wasn't to be.

How could she find the strength to go on? She wondered placing her hands on her baby bump.

After the speech, Saul came to talk to her. She was so glad to see him.

"Listen, Carrie. I have something very important to tell you," he said in a sudden confidential tone.

Carrie's eyes widened.

"Can't tell you right now. " Saul looked around him. There were people still talking and gathering in groups. "We need some privacy. Why don't you meet me at my place tonight? Say about 8:30?"

Carrie nodded. "What's this about?" she asked just in case she got lucky and Saul gave her a hint of some sort.

Later that night, Carrie went back inside the CIA building heading to the memorial hall. She heard Javadi's voice saying: "what he did...it was astonishing and undeniable...what you wanted...for everyone to see in him what you see...that has happened. Everyone sees him through your eyes now."

for a moment, she scanned the names of the agents who gave up their lives in honor of their country engraved in the steel frame beneath the stars. Then, she furtively drew a star with a marker in memory of Brody alongside the others CIA fallen agents.

It was the least she could do.

Nicholas Brody was for real,

Their love was for real.

A/N:

I don't know whether I would continue this. It all depends on the response I get. Honestly, I would need a lot of encouragement since I'm currently writing other stories for other fandoms. However, once I commit to a story, my fics tend to be lengthy and you can expect fairly regular updates.

If I were to continue, it would be under the premise that somehow, Brody did not die. Feel free to comment or make suggestions as to how you would want this story to continue.

Thanks for reading.

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