Running away from home. Just like kids.

[neverwrongagent]

Briefings with Saul were getting more and more tense. Carrie could feel the strain on all of them as a real, palpable thing. Beside her, no one had ever had much faith in Brody, which was largely her fault. How could she explain her change of heart without explaining it was exactly that. What was harder was not telling him about how bad it was. Every time she was vague it was a physical pain.

The final straw was a heated conversation about what they would do if he were found out, revealed to be on a mission. They had escape plans, but it was clear very few people in that room gave a damn if they worked. Or if they even existed. She'd been through hell for the man they were dismissing like so much dross and all because... She wasn't that sure why because at this point. It was about Saul, really, and she knew that. That's why when he made a passing comment that made it sound damn like he'd made his decision and Brody didn't figure into it at all, she felt her stomach lurch so badly she almost had to leave the room.

She didn't go to him that night, that would be stupid. She waited a day, all of which was spent wondering when she would throw up. She got there late, just before dark, and sat back to watch the men finish up before meal break. He looked good. Better than when she saw him last, even.

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[neverwrongagent]

She groaned. "Oh God, it really was. I wanted to talk about your kids and the weather and anything else that is normal." She nodded slowly. "We need to talk about reality."

[posterboymarine]

"Reality..." He frowned at that. Reality was going to get him killed and someone's agenda served. He had no use for it, really.

[neverwrongagent]

She nodded slightly. "Yeah. That. I'm not a fan these days." She sat back from him a little and looked down. "They don't care about you. About your kids. They aren't thinking about you at all."

[posterboymarine]

"Tell me something I don't know." He turned back to the window, his food now forgotten completely. "And why should they? I'm a traitor and a terrorist. I'm a means to an end."

[neverwrongagent]

She shook her head. "You're a Marine and a good man." She said it with absolute certainty. More than anyone, she knew the layers of Nicholas Brody, but she saw the good. "And you've been through enough. The least they can do is get you home."

[posterboymarine]

"I don't even know where home is anymore." He'd already been out of his house when he went on the run, so his home was not with his family anymore. The closest he could come up with was the room they were standing in.

[neverwrongagent]

She licked her lips slowly, considering the wisdom of what she was going to say. "Home is where you stop moving. Where you are safe." She shrugged. "Some place quiet."

[posterboymarine]

"Some place quiet. It hasn't been quiet for a long time." He pressed his palm against the window, closing his eyes and just feeling the cool through the glass.

[neverwrongagent]

She wasn't entirely sure quiet was what he needed, but it sounded good. She sighed softly. "We'll...we can find a place. Some place nice."

[posterboymarine]

He looked over his shoulder with a raise eyebrow. "Oh yeah? After I get back?"

[neverwrongagent]

She nodded, smiling a little nervously. "It could be nice." She let herself think about that for a moment, think about how they were when they were really alone. "Might be really nice."

[posterboymarine]

"Babe, you are the only person who believes I'm coming back." He pulled back from the window and looked at her. "Means a lot that you still believe it."

[neverwrongagent]

She sighed softly and looked away. "You don't believe it." It was pointedly not a question. "I do. I believe that if we're working toward the same goal, we can do anything."

[posterboymarine]

"Maybe if the whole world wasn't against us..." He moved away from the window and back to the bed. His hand rested on her shoulder and he squeezed briefly. "You..." He sighed. "You deserve better then trying to save me, you know."

[neverwrongagent]

She opened her mouth to give him an argument, then groaned and shook her head. "Give it a rest, okay? I'm a lunatic fuck up. I have no idea what I deserve. I only know what I want."

[posterboymarine]

He nodded. "Yes, ma'am." Of course, now he was left with nothing to say. There were no more safe topics. He turned his attention to his now cold food and sat back down in front of it. He knew he needed to eat or she was going to hurt him.

[neverwrongagent]

She stared at her plate for a long moment before speaking softly. "Did you like the cabin? Being by the lake, I mean."

[posterboymarine]

The question caught him off guard and he nodded without thinking. "It's quiet there."

[neverwrongagent]

"So not right in town? Someplace in Virginia or Maryland?" She swallowed hard. "With woods by a lake?"

[posterboymarine]

"Woods by a lake. I don't care where." He enjoyed just thinking about it for a few moments, a slight smile playing over his lips.

[neverwrongagent]

She reached out and petted his hair for a while, smiling softly before she took the plunge she knew she needed to. "I don't like the plan."

[posterboymarine]

"And you think I do?" He leaned into her touch all the same, even if he was being a little antagonistic. "The plan is shit."

[neverwrongagent]

"It's not shi--" She groaned softly. "It has flaws, but I'm figuring out that most of them are at the end. And that...it scares me."

[posterboymarine]

"It's shit. If the end has flaws, the whole thing has flaws. The end is shit, the whole thing is shit." He huffed hard out his nose, then shook his head. "Sorry."

[neverwrongagent]

She closed her eyes tightly and hung her head. He was right which was why she'd brought it up. "I.. The idea of leaving you so open makes me sick." She shook her head hard. "I wish I could wisk you away."