Blue Christmas
AN-Hello, this is my first time writing for Homeland but hopefully not my last. This is also my first in two years. This fiction was inspired by the carol Blue Christmas, the Celine Dion version. I hope you enjoy it.
Oh, and I don't own these characters or Homeland. If I did I'd probably have a Christmas special, including a Saul ballad.
Dear Carrie,
How are you? Where are you? I hate this, I can't contact you. But you know where I am.
I went outside this morning; there was snow on the ground. Is it nearly Christmas Carrie? I can't figure out how long I've been here, I can't remember. It's like this is my prison, but with nicer scenery and a choice in canned food. Ha.
I found some ornaments in a cupboard and a tree on my travels, I decorated it. Only a while ago I thought we'd have Christmas together, a tree for both of us, some presents, wine and pizza-stuff turkey. Maybe by this time Dana and Chris may have forgiven me, we could have had lunch with them, invited Mike and Jessica, lovely family time. But that's only a dream now.
I can't stop thinking about you and us, it's terrible, I want you back here. I also can't help but think of what will happen if we get caught. Saul still thinks I'm a terrorist, sometimes I think that too, I should have seen Nazir's plan. It had flaws, it was easy to see. Why would he have wanted me to be free?
You know, one day we might be free. Maybe even happy. I don't know when or how, I don't even expect to know but I still have hope for you and me.
Merry Christmas Carrie;
I love you.
Love,
Your Brody.