neverwrongagent | Running away from home. Just like kids.

Current Mood: anxious

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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posterboymarine

"You do grope me." THis was not a complaint, not one bit. Just the truth as he had experienced it.

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neverwrongagent

She was gonna do it again in a minute. As soon as that truck passed them just in case he jumped. "We're on the run. There is supposed to be wild sex at inappropriate moments. Next time, on the hood of the car." Not that it was actually big enough, but that was beside the point.

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posterboymarine

He stared at her for a moment, then started laughing. "You trying to get us arrested, woman?"

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neverwrongagent

She made a dismissive gesture. "I've never been arrested for inappropriate sex." That was a matter of luck and her brash nature rather than any planning, of course.

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posterboymarine

"Should I just pull over?" He gave her a sidelong glance, then started to slow down, interested in her answer, given that they were on a moderately busy 4 lane highway.

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neverwrongagent

She rolled her eyes. "No, we need to make more miles." She rubbed his knee lightly. "We can give that a try after lunch." The more she thought about it, the more she liked that idea. Something to look forward to.

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posterboymarine

"Yes, ma'am." He winked at her, then refocused fully on driving. He couldn't help the touch of a grin on his lips as he considered the same possibility she was.

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neverwrongagent

"Every time..." And it was true. Every single time he said that, her belly leapt. She hoped it always did. She let him drive in peace, taking the time to look at the guide book some and think more about what they needed when they landed. That was an odd mental conversation to have. What they needed.

Not that it hadn't been them for a while.

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posterboymarine

He let her comment go, instead letting himself enjoy the feel of putting miles between them and his certain death. It had been a while since he'd had to drive for any length of time and he found he was enjoying it.

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neverwrongagent

She liked being with him, having a plan even if it was an insane one. And they both knew it was. It was just less insane, marginally, than the other one. She kept rubbing his leg, absently. "What do you want to plant?"

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posterboymarine

He gave a half shrug. "Something useful. Something we could eat, I guess. Less opportunity to be seen in public." He patted her hand. "And some flowers."

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neverwrongagent

That was a good thought. She wondered if either of them was really any good at it. Coloring both their hair would probably do more good. His, in particular. He should probably let it grow out to a nice, civilian length. That idea made her smile. Something to run her fingers through properly. She didn't realize she'd made a soft noise at that thought.

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posterboymarine

He glanced over at the noise she made, his eyebrow lifted. "Something wrong? No flowers?"

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neverwrongagent

It took her a second, then she laughed. "Flowers are good. I like those big ones that the ants eat the buds open on. Just have to put them away from the house." She thought about it for another long moment. "And forsythia. I like the yellow."

They would be like normal people. Tomatoes and flowers. It was very odd to think about. "We might even need a picket fence."

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posterboymarine

He shook his head. "No fences." He would not tolerate fences, even decorative ones. Too many mixed feelings there.

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neverwrongagent

Mixed didn't come close. "Roses, though. Lots of things that smell nice. Rosemary, too. That kind of thing." They would both need to be engaged by their surroundings. He had too much to think about and she just tended to wander too much.

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posterboymarine

"Lots of roses." He winked at her, trying to stay positive. "I'd like that. It all sounds lovely." He wanted to ask how they were going to afford any of this, assuming they got away. But he knew better. Carrie had money. He had never asked how she'd come by it and he wasn't about to do it now.

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neverwrongagent

That was smart as she had access to more than he probably thought. Enough for a down payment on their little dream cabin and expenses for at least a year if they were very careful. But they'd both be working by then. Well before that if they were smart. Working would be good for them. Focus. She kept telling herself that, repeating that word like a mantra.

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posterboymarine

He gave her another smile, then went back to driving. And singing along. The singing helped keep him from thinking, from considering turning back, or turning themselves in.

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neverwrongagent

She'd fight him like hell on either of those. Probably hurt him, which wouldn't be any fun. Not that way. His singing made her smile, though, and lowered her blood pressure considerably. She came in on the harmony, singing softly behind him. It was such a simple thing, like washing his hair. Or sharing breakfast.

They drove like that for a long while. Even after they switched, she spent more time singing along than trying to speculate on their future.

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posterboymarine

Once they switched, he focused on narrowing down their destination a little bit. Not that Nebraska offered terribly many options. But still, he tried. Finally, he called for a break, a need to stretch.

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neverwrongagent

It only had to be a small town. Not that she had ever really lived in a small town. Well, she had, but not in the US. She was such a freak, really.

She made a real effort at stretching her legs. She'd been curled up on the seat for most of her turn at rest. She wasn't as tall as him, but that was still pretty folded. "After this, I might just take up running."

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posterboymarine

He laughed as he stretched, shaking his head. "You know I'll run with you."

Once he was looser, he pulled the book out and set it on the hood of the car. Then he waited for her to join him before pointing. "Here. Scottsbluff."

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neverwrongagent

She laughed. Like his long legs would want to keep up with her. Maybe she'd get a bike. Make him work for it. She turned and looked into the book, nodding as she read the map. "I'm pretty sure that defines middle of nowhere." She shrugged. "It looks perfect. I bet they even have cherry trees."