I think the kind of landscape that you grew up in, it lives with you. I don’t think it’s true of people who’ve grown up in cities so much; you may love a building, but I don’t think that you can love it in the way that you love a tree or a river or the colour of the earth; it’s a different kind of love.
—  Arundhati Roy
Homeland snap fanfic No.29 – Johnny & Nikki

I loved ‘Johnny’ and Nikki in the diner, despite how fucking sad it was to see Quinn deal with her shock at his changed state. But it was such a beautiful interaction, I wanted to stretch it out a little longer.

NIKKI - Johnny, you OK?

He stares at the counter. Tries to hold it together.

QUINN - I’m fine.

She stares at him – it’s so clearly not true.

NIKKI - You don’t look great.

Looks at her, smiles faintly. He’s suddenly feeling terrible. His shoulder’s still bleeding, that holster’s digging into the wound. Nikki just hugged him and everything hurt… did he take his meds this morning? He thinks so but sometimes he can’t quite remember. There’s a lot of white light round everything right now. He should have slept last night, lack of sleep’s not good. Please don’t let him have a seizure here. That cannot happen. Please. The world swims. He holds the counter. Please, no. Looks round at the tables behind him…

QUINN - C-can I s-sit?

NIKKI - Course – here (she indicates a seat, shouts to her colleague) Rita, I’m taking my break.

He stumbles into the booth, she slides in opposite him.

He rubs his face, tries to pull himself together.

NIKKI - Johnny - what happened to you? You’re… (she doesn’t want to say it, doesn’t want to be cruel)

QUINN - D-different.

NIKKI - Yeah.

QUINN - You didn’t see the v-video? You’d be the only f-fucking person on the planet.

She looks down.

NIKKI - No. I mean… I heard about it. I didn’t wanna look. Is this…?

QUINN - Yeah. I’m.. I..

NIKKI - It’s OK, you don’t have to explain.

Silence. If he doesn’t explain they’re gonna have nothing to talk about. And he can’t leave right now – can’t drive anywhere in this state.

QUINN - I h-had a stroke.

NIKKI - Shit. A stroke?

QUINN - Bad one. I ca-ca-can’t… I’m not. My talk… talking. And – (he picks up his left hand). This doesn’t… and my leg. They taught me to… w-walk and talk, I couldn’t. After.

NIKKI - Jesus.       What can I do? You look – sorry – but you look terrible.

QUINN – (He looks round) Can I… can I sleep?

NIKKI - Sure. Let me find you a key, we’re pretty empty.

QUINN - I can pay.

NIKKI - No need.

She gets up, goes behind the counter. Looks at a board of hooks and keys.

Rita, I’m taking number 8. (Rita raises her eyebrows). No, not for that… Jesus!

(To Quinn) C’mon.

They leave the diner, via his car, where he pulls out his kit bag, and walk around to the back of the diner, where there’s a row of rooms.

She opens the door to one. He goes in, sits on the bed. Shimmies back to lean up against the pillow and wall.

NIKKI - You be OK?

QUINN - Can you stay and talk?

She pauses. Is he trying it on?

Not hitting on you. Just don’t… don’t feel great. Use some company.

NIKKI - Sure.

She sits in the chair, out of harm’s way.

So you never hear from Dario?

QUINN - Not… not for (shrugs). We were in Syria. Coupla years ago. N-not now.

So the new group. Not so much fun?

NIKKI - Definitely not. Noone’s like you guys.

QUINN - Who’s here?

NIKKI - I don’t know them all. Your guy came in last week.

QUINN - Guy?

NIKKI - Older guy. Your boss.

QUINN - McClendon?

NIKKI - Yeah.

QUINN - Still comes in?

NIKKI - First time in ages.

QUINN - What’d he want?

NIKKI - Dunno. Coffee. Lunch. Met one of the group.

QUINN - Who?

NIKKI - Am I being questioned here?

QUINN – (A brief grin and nod) Yup.

NIKKI - Paul. He comes and goes. Curly hair.

QUINN - You got a picture?


Oh – but he gave me his number.

QUINN - He did?

NIKKI - He’s like the rest of you (raises an eyebrow).

QUINN - But you took it?

NIKKI - Tips well. Didn’t wanna piss him off.

She pulls out her phone. Gives it to him, showing the number.

He opens his bag. The stinger’s in there. He looks at it, presses a couple of buttons. The number matches.

NIKKI - You looking for him?

He switches off the stinger, throws the phone back.

QUINN - Nope.

Clearly a lie. She sizes him up. Smiles.

NIKKI – You’re not that different.

He smiles.

QUINN - Thank you.

Trump’s border wall will cost up to $21.6 billion, Homeland Security internal report says

  • A new internal U.S. Department of Homeland Security report evaluating the logistics of Trump’s border wall may be a rude awakening.
  • The document, first reported on by Reuters, estimates the wall would cost the government up to $21.6 billion and take nearly the entire length of Trump’s term to construct.
  • Officials are expected to present Trump’s administration with their findings — which include blueprints for a three-phase plan to close off the border by the end of 2020 — in a few days. After that, it’s up to Trump and his advisers whether they will honor the department’s recommendations. Read more (2/9/17 7:42 PM)

Trump’s border wall would be 1,900 miles long. DHS has enough funding for one mile.

  • Trump has so far only scraped together less than 0.1% of the wall’s expected $21.6 billion budget, Reuters reported on Wednesday.
  • That’s according to an internal Department of Homeland Security report on what funding the agency has available to re-direct towards the wall, Reuters reported. 
  • According to the report, while the $20 million is enough to begin prototyping the project, DHS estimates each mile of fencing will cost $9.3 million and each mile of actual wall would run as high as $17.8 million.
  • Thus the president has shifted enough funding to erect approximately one whole mile of wall. Read more (3/1/17 7:10 PM)
  • Me, a year ago: why are people so obsessed with finding spoilers? I prefer not knowing anything
  • Me, now: *stalks every actor, actress, writer and director on Twitter, analyze every pixel of the stills, rewatches the promo 80 times and frequents the spoiler tag*