Yeah so I wasn't lying about the soon part. This update was trickier for me to write though, and the one that follows is probably gonna be the trickiest I've done yet. :o So please all you awesome follower/favoriter folk, give me any feedback you can! It's much appreciated!

His eyes cracking open Brody squinted at the wall clock across the way. Realizing they'd only conked out for an hour or so, he turned slightly to smile at Carrie stretched alongside him on the couch. Head on his shoulder, her left arm curled possessively over his chest as she softly snored.

Brody didn't want to move, and certainly didn't want to make her, but the two of them sharing his small sofa all night wasn't a suitable option.
Gently lifting her arm to free himself he shifted off the couch to stand. Carrie grumbled in reply to his actions.
"What the fuck, Brody? We were fine.", she muttered, eyes half shut.
"If by fine you mean us waking up tomorrow at a right angle.", Brody said, arching a brow as she reluctantly sat up, stretched her neck.
"C'mon, you can have my bed."
"Are you going to have it too?", Carrie asked suggestively, getting a look.

"Well I'm not going to watch you sleep on the fucking floor again.", she scoffed.
"Again?", Brody questioned as she shrugged. Then it clicked for him.
"If it makes you feel better I didn't enjoy the watching.", she half-lied. It seemed to be good enough for him though as he walked her to the bedroom.

When he went to grab a pillow for himself, she put her hand over it to stop him.
"What?! I'll use it on the couch."
"If you'd wanted to stay there you shouldn't have woken us up."
"Carrie c'mon.."
"No, Brody. I don't-"
"What?"
"I really need to say it?"
Getting a befuddled look that she knew meant yes, she rolled her eyes in embarrassment.
"I don't want to wake up and be alone. Not tonight, not after everyth-"
"Hey..."
Coming back around to her side of the bed Brody pulled her into a tight hug.
"You won't be alone. You're not alone.", he assured. Pulling back he held her face, and settled for kissing her on the forehead. Anything else with the bed so close would be a risk.

After they turned down the bed Carrie got under the covers, watching a little too intently as Brody took off his shirt.
"What are you looking at?", he asked, getting a devious grin. Prompting him to switch off the lamp on the nightstand as he climbed into bed.
"Say goodnight Carrie.."
"Goodnight Carrie.", she smirked.
Rolling his eyes at the lame joke Brody felt her roll over and slip her arms around him. Outer spoon to his inner.
It didn't take long for him to drift off and the same went for Carrie . Until the dreams started up.
Waking up in a cold sweat she looked down to see her hands shaking. Slowly she inhaled, taking deep breaths in what proved to be a useless attempt to calm down.

That damn little voice in the back of her mind, not yet drowned out by white noise was reminding her to get up, get her meds. If she took the pills now she could still come back down. Too bad the rest of her didn't want to.
Why should she have to? Why give up the rush, the thrill, the power that went with her curse that right now felt like a fucking blessing. All her restless energy, caged genius could be put, should be put, towards something that was worth something. Something that counted, that mattered.

"Carrie?", Brody stirred, rolling over to see her sitting up in bed. Even in the dim light he could see her trembling.
"Hey...it's okay. It's okay love, I'm here.", he soothed. Reaching to pull her into a hug she pulled back.
"Carrie, what's wrong?"
Shaking her head she gave him a sly smile, kissing him hard on the mouth. Nipping at his lips her hands wandered all over him, trailing over his muscles, his scars.
Brody was slipping under her spell, fast, but when she pushed him back into the pillows he got a good look at her. Saw her eyes and wished like hell he recognized her.

Shaking his head he sat up, pushing her hands off and away from him.
"Carrie.."
"Brody...", she purred. Straddling him, her hands roamed to caress the scars on his back and she leaned in, nuzzled his neck.
"No, Carrie!", he said forcefully, breaking free of her hold on him.
"We can't. Not like this.."
"How then? I'm open to suggestions.", she laughed, hurriedly unbuttoning her top before Brody stopped her, moving her hands away from her chest he was trying so hard not to look at.
"Fuck, Carrie. I said no, not now.."
"But-"
"I'm not going to be used, damn it!"
"Fine, fuck this.", she scoffed.
"Carrie..."

Before Brody could make a move towards her she was up and off the bed. He managed to get to her though before she was out the door,
"Carrie I'm sorry, I just-"
"No, you were right okay. You were absolutely right, of course...you were right.", She spoke quickly but matter of factly leaving him puzzled. Why wasn't she putting up more of a fight?
"I was righ-"
"I can take the..the couch, that's better, much better. Will work just brilliantly, really."
Watching her grab a throw blanket, pillow, and her phone and headphones from the nightstand, Brody frowned curiously.
"Carrie are you sure you're-"
"Yes, go back to sleep..just, I'm fine."
Walking out she made her way to the living room but Brody followed, watching her from the hall as she wrapped the blanket around her, sat forward on the couch and slipped her headphones in. Thumbing through the art folder on the table.
"Love, I can make us some tea if you-"

Realizing she hadn't even heard him, didn't seem to want to hear him, and not wanting to set her off if this was a way she dealt with her stress or her condition, against his better judgment Brody took her words earlier to heart and went back to his room.
Crawling back into bed and hoping, praying, that the fear his gut was telling him to feel was unneeded.
That she'd been telling the truth. That she was fine.