As Eric pulled the car into their driveway, he noticed that Arica was starting to doze off. He gently touched her arm and she started. "Relax hon, we're home."
She nodded and sleepily followed him inside, where he made sure to double check the locks on the doors. When he was finished, he found that Arica had made her way back to their room and way laying in the bed.
"Good conclusion genius," Arica responded, then yawned. "And I hurt all over."
He sat next to her and gently cupped her face with his hand. "I was so afraid I'd really lost you this time." She looked up at him and he could see her real emotions about what had happened. She'd been terrified too.
"It's easy to be fine now that I'm back Eric, but I wasn't fine there," she said softly. "I was terrified and I'm afraid I wasn't much help to them."
"Honey, you're not an agent. You were thrown into places where we normally go but without any of the training." He stroked her hair gently. "This is what these people do for a living... some of what I've been doing, and what I will be doing from now on."
"It's dangerous work," Arica observed. "It's a dangerous life." Before he could speak, she did, adding, "This isn't about the transfer. You and I both know that Sark has lots of allies. Some of them might come after me, like Cameron." She refused to think of that psycho as her brother anymore. "I want to get some of the training. I want to be able to help protect us, or at the least, know how to react so that I won't do any harm. Heck, this isn't even about me anymore. We've got two kids to protect." She squeezed his hand, then suddenly added, "I could have killed him."
"I suspected as much. Brittany did though." Eric had already surmised that.
"She gave me the chance and I couldn't. I didn't want to become a killer because of that son of a bitch."
Eric leaned over to kiss her forehead. "And I'd just as soon you didn't have any blood on your hands. I know that would be a hard thing for you to live with. He reached back to take the necklace off his neck and pulled the wedding band off. First, he fastened the gold cross around her neck and then he gently took her hand, slipping the ring on her finger. Placing a kiss on her hand, he whispered. "I do."
She reached for his hand, where his own wedding ring was. "I do," she whispered back.
He lay next to her and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. "For now we need to sleep. We have to be in there at 7 tomorrow morning and you need rest." He watched as she yawned again and settled comfortably in his arms. Within minutes, she was asleep and to Eric's relief, her sleep was dreamless.