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LilMisfit - thank you for the review. Ye I love her too, but she so has to pay more attention to them.

A/N So I just watched the farewell Damian video that is up on the official homeland channel. Claire Danes is so sweet. She seems really upset that Damian is part of homeland no longer. Bless her. At one point she said "I know I'm going to miss him".

Whilst the two fics are not related, I am going to borrow the name I made up for baby C/B in The Long Goodbye, for this one.

Please let me know what you think. Please Read & Review. Thank you.

Frank was in the kitchen fixing himself some juice when he heard the front door opening. He hadn't been expecting them back so early. As far as he knew, Maggie was taking the girls to a friend's house, so they could show off Allayna, "Maggie, is that you?", he shouts.

Getting no answer, he warily walks into the sitting room. He stops, hardly daring to believe his eyes, "Carrie?", he says in disbelief. She's supposed to be in Istanbul.

Carrie looks at him and begins speaking rapidly, "I...I...needed to come back, to be here. I thought I was doing the right thing leaving, but I was there and it didn't feel right. I felt trapped and scared, had to get away. Now I'm here and it doesn't feel right either. Why don't I know?, she finihes and starts to sob uncontrolably."

Frank sees Carrie's knees buckling and moves forward to catch her. He wished he could fix this, wave a magic wand and make it ok, but he can't. His little girl's heart is broken and there's not a thing he can do about it. There are no words that will make her feel better.

Carrie stands up suddenly, announcing, "I need to go". She goes to leave, but Frank gets in her way.

"Go where", Frank asks.

"Somewhere", she replies, trying to move around him.

"Somwhere, where?", Frank asks again, refusing to move out of the way.

"Move out of my way, dad", Carrie all but orders him, fixing him with a glare.

"No. Where are you going?", he asks again, more demanding this time.

"Anywhere, everywhere", she answers, agitated, fidgeting now.

"Running that's your answer, Carrie? How long are you going to run for?", Frank asks heatedly.

"UNTIL I CAN'T FUCKING FEEL ANYMORE!", she shouts angrily at him, now trying to physically move him out of her way. When that doean't work, she simply starts hitting him. Frank lets her hit him until she tires herself out and collapses against him.

Letting her cry against his chest, he strokes her hair and says,"Then you'll be running forever, sweety. It doesn't matter where you go, how fast or far you travel, whatever it is you think you need to run from will be right there with you until you deal with it."

"You don't understand. He, didn't...I...it wasn't supposed to...", Carrie struggles to get her words out , nearly hysterical.

"It's ok, sweety, deep breaths.

"IT'S NOT OK, IT'S MY FAULT!", Carrie screams at him, before breaking into sobs again.

Frank pulls her over to the couch, "What do you mean it's your fault?", he gently probes. Frank rubs her back trying to get her sobbing under control.

She answers rapidly again, "he wasn't going to do it, not for Saul, not for any of them. He didn't want to do it. But Saul was insistent it was the right thing to do. They sent me in to talk to him. I talked him into it, talked him into going. I shouldn't have. I'm the reason my daughter doesn''t have a father. He said it wasn't right, in the end, what we were doing. I...we broke him again...I want him back, dad. Why isn't he here? WHY DID HE LEAVE ME ALONE?", she shouts through a flood of tears. As he holds her, Frank realises he is crying too.