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And home again
May 7, 2012
Night
Kim walks into the living room, dropping her briefcase and pulling off her jacket. She throws it on a chair, figuring she'll pick it up later, and sits down on the couch, listening for signs of life.
Chase is either asleep or busy and she leans back, feeling her eyes start to close. Long day and more stressful than tiring. At least she didn't feel Behrooz's anxiety about CTU or have his fears compound hers.
She's also learned things she wishes she didn't know. She can still remember how it felt to be watched.
Her fingers undo the first two buttons of her blouse and she slips off her shoes, resisting the urge to lie down and wake up tomorrow morning. At least she's home and everything's calm.
A few days earlier she'd picked up the developed film from her dad's first few weeks back in LA. Slitting her eyes open, she sees the pictures and gently picks up the top one. She sits up a little more and examines the photo.
Dinner had been after Angie's bed time, but she still wanted to stay up and spend time with Grampa and Aunt Chris. Before carrying her off to bed, Kim had snapped a picture of her on the couch with them.
She can never bring this picture to work or let them see it or even talk about the time she spends with her family.
Kim's found herself telling so many half-truths and that's only counting the facts that sound plausible. Carrie had been diplomatic in questioning, but she knew the unspoken motives and that a lot worse than 'not okay' had probably been rumored. She wonders if Chris has heard the whispers and how she manges to keep quiet.
Some day the truth will have to come out and she only hopes that everyone can forgive them.
Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind her - but she knows the pace and weight of these steps.
Night
Kim walks into the living room, dropping her briefcase and pulling off her jacket. She throws it on a chair, figuring she'll pick it up later, and sits down on the couch, listening for signs of life.
Chase is either asleep or busy and she leans back, feeling her eyes start to close. Long day and more stressful than tiring. At least she didn't feel Behrooz's anxiety about CTU or have his fears compound hers.
She's also learned things she wishes she didn't know. She can still remember how it felt to be watched.
Her fingers undo the first two buttons of her blouse and she slips off her shoes, resisting the urge to lie down and wake up tomorrow morning. At least she's home and everything's calm.
A few days earlier she'd picked up the developed film from her dad's first few weeks back in LA. Slitting her eyes open, she sees the pictures and gently picks up the top one. She sits up a little more and examines the photo.
Dinner had been after Angie's bed time, but she still wanted to stay up and spend time with Grampa and Aunt Chris. Before carrying her off to bed, Kim had snapped a picture of her on the couch with them.
She can never bring this picture to work or let them see it or even talk about the time she spends with her family.
Kim's found herself telling so many half-truths and that's only counting the facts that sound plausible. Carrie had been diplomatic in questioning, but she knew the unspoken motives and that a lot worse than 'not okay' had probably been rumored. She wonders if Chris has heard the whispers and how she manges to keep quiet.
Some day the truth will have to come out and she only hopes that everyone can forgive them.
Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind her - but she knows the pace and weight of these steps.
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Bill asked point blank before if she knew about her dad being alive and she lied, more than that, she downplayed their relationship.
If Christopher and Miriam found out the truth, they'd never forgive her and she's careful with what she says to Bill.
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"...I don't really know how any of us do it," he murmurs, holding her hand in his. And he wonders sometimes why it's getting progressively harder to really want to interact with people outside their small circle. Who else would understand?
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"Still, it must be especially hard for Chris. I don't know what I'd do if I had to keep our relationship a secret."
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He turns to brush his lips against her cheek. "We kind of sucked at hiding it, didn't we?"
His hand closes discreetly around the ring in his pocket.
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But it's hard to be morose when being held by the man she loves and knowing that her family's safe outside the bar.
"I'm glad we don't have to hide anymore."
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He slides the ring gently onto her finger.
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Tears form and fall, but she's smiling. "Chase - " she whispers, her throat tight and she tries to swallow; her attempt turns into a gasped sob.
After everything, he still wants her - still wants to be with her and marry her and have her raise Angie.
More than that, with this ring she's won over the man - Elan - that took the first one - she's beaten Mesaana who tried to brainwash her and in failing that, kill her - she's survived. She's become the woman her mother would have been proud of - a woman her dad and fiance are proud of - it's not the Aes Sedai ring, but some day she'll earn that honor.
Chase loves her, he forgives her, and she gives up trying to talk in favor of kissing him.
This moment is perfect.
And maybe, the worst is truly over.