“Come on guys, I couldn’t sleep. I was just getting some fresh air.” Two security guards accompanied Brody back to his dorm. “The night is the time to do it, right? The air smells less like it’s loaded with chemicals then. Didn’t think it’d set off an alarm.”
Luckily, Brody had heard the alarm and was already on the way back to his room when the security guards found him. “Are we not allowed to leave our bunkers after dark? In all the years I’ve been here, no one told me.”
“It’s for your own safety. If you’re having trouble sleeping, let your supervisor know and he can get a doctor to give you something.” Continue reading “Another Turn: Homeland Fanfic, Chapter 6”
“Yo, Charlie, you wanted to talk to the therapists?” The supervisor approached Brody holding a stack of papers. He gave no indication that he had heard what Brody and his acolytes had been doing. “I dug up some info here. Take all the time you need.”
Brody couldn’t believe his luck as he took the print-outs. “Boy, you’ve got a thing for paper, yeah?” he joked nervously.
“You could say that,” the supervisor mumbled as he walked back to this office. Continue reading “Another Turn: Homeland Fanfic, Chapter 5”
Brody woke from a fitful sleep soaked in sweat with a dream still liquid in his head, backed by bits of more song lyrics and melody. In his mind’s eye were rows and rows of corn, rows and rows of green, with tufts of yellow silk catching the breeze as it drifted over the plains. Had he ever been to the Midwest? Maybe as a kid? Was this a dream or a memory? Whatever it was had him in a back of pickup truck sitting on bales of hay, chewing on a stalk of it, the taste if it still in his mouth as he woke.
As he grew more awake, his lucid mind rationalized the scenario to fill in the blanks. There were other kids around him in the back of that pickup. Maybe it was a hayride for Halloween? A tarp thrown over them when it got too dark and cold. And teenagers taking advantage of the cover to do what teenagers do. The wandering hands and hot breath under that tarp lead to other morning thoughts that Brody quickly pushed away.
“In a room by myself
Looks like I’m here with the guy that I judge worse than anyone else
So I pace, and I pray, and I repeat the mantras that might keep me clean for the day.”
Continue reading “Another Turn: Homeland Fanfic, Chapter 4”
Saul Berenson was head of NSA now? What did he have to do with this place? Brody side-stepped out of sight behind a corner to keep listening to the conversation in the office. Apparently not out of sight enough, he soon realized, as a kid from the hub called to him.
“Hey, Charlie, before you log in, check in with the shift supervisor.”
Continue reading “Another Turn: Homeland Fanfic, Chapter 3”
As Brody stood in front of the small mirror in his room and brushed his teeth, the cold bright light of the morning burned away some of the aching thoughts from the night before. It’d take some caffeine in his veins and clocking in to his desk before he’d be fully free of them.
No faster route to madness than getting lost in nostalgia.
Memory was well and good. It was actually useful sometimes, necessary to remember to brush your teeth in the morning, become presentable to the outside world, to remember to not turn back once awake to spend the rest of the day cowering in a corner of his room.
Nostalgia, however, was another beast. Showing you flickering movies of another place and time as far away from your reality as distant galaxies. Nostalgia gave you pictures of what you had and could never have again. Even if you sought it out, a re-do, a step back. Even if you were to cross the world and make your way back to it, it could never be close enough to what you dreamed in your mind’s eye. Nothing would ever be as you remember it to be. No one would be the same. Continue reading “Another Turn: Homeland Fanfic, Chapter 2”