action_antihero: (Headachy!Jack)
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July 17, 2012
6:43pm


Jack rubs his forehead, wincing as he touches the bruise around the cut. He'd taken some Tylenol earlier, but that wasn't going to help much when he accidentally poked at it.

"So you were in holding at the Logan Ranch for how long?" Bill asks, leaning back in his chair.

"A little less than half an hour. Once Logan was officially in custody, the Attorney General approved my release as it was part of a sting operation, and Agent Pierce had been aware of the plan, so he decided I never actually posed a threat to the President. Not to mention that the President forfeited all privileges of the office when he committed treason," Jack replies, sipping his second cup of CTU's high-octane coffee. It's about the only thing that's kept him awake through the entire debriefing.

Glancing out the glass windows of Buchanan's office, Jack watches the CTU skeleton crew and the Division replacement scurry around, cleaning up the messes left by the last couple weeks. He'd been surprised when Buchanan had said he'd do the debriefing, but then maybe it shouldn't have been. Jack would have to tell about everything that happened with Logan, and as far as he knew, at CTU there was only a small group that was privy to knowledge of Logan's actions.

"And what did you do once you were out of holding?" Buchanan asked.

"I had to talk with the Attorney General and Agent Pierce about the whole plan--basically everything I've told you--and go over a few things, which took about an hour or so. I then came back here, to CTU."

Bill nods. "And you swear that everything that you've said in this debriefing is the truth?"

"I do," Jack says.

"Then that concludes the debriefing at...6:49pm, July 17, 2012." Leaning forward, Bill presses the stop button on the recorder. "I think that's all we need, Jack. Go get some sleep, you've earned it."

"What's going on with Michelle?" Jack asks, not moving.

"For the moment she's still in custody," Bill says, with a bit of a sigh. "Division's getting some pressure from higher up to charge her, but I don't think they'll be able to prosecute her. We've sent them the recordings, and once they hear them, they should back off." Bill looks over at Jack with complete conviction in his expression. "I'm not going to let this go, Jack. Go home, I'll make sure she's all right here, and do everything I can to get her out as soon as possible."

Jack hesitates for a moment, not wanting to leave while Michelle's still in holding, a bad sense of deja vu about the entire situation. Once upon a time, he'd been trying to get Tony out of custody; it seems even more wrong now to walk away from Tony's wife.

But then he doesn't have much of a choice. He's about ready to fall asleep sitting up, and there are a few things he needs to do before he finally lets himself rest. He's not going to be much use to Michelle if he's groggy and not thinking clearly from lake of sleep.

Pushing himself out of his chair, he steps forward, just as Bill gets out of his chair and holds out his hand. Jack takes it.

"Thank you for everything you've done, Jack. I just wish the government would let you stay on."

Jack gives Bill a momentary, wry smile. As much as it had sometimes felt like he was back in his element, he knows even more now that he could never come back to CTU, even if the government would let him. He can't do this work anymore. Considering everything he's seen of the people in power, he's not sure he would want to, but then that's something that hasn't completely sunken in yet.

"Yeah. I'll see you, Bill," he says, giving Bill's hand a firm shake. Walking down the steps from the director's office, he crosses the bullpen and grabs his bag from the locker room before heading out to his car.

Once he closes the driver's door, he sits there for a moment, rubbing his forehead. He needs to talk to Kim before he goes back to Michelle's, but he's not exactly looking forward to it. She might already know that her godfather was involved in some of the plan, but to know that he was plotting to send her father to be tortured by the Chinese while he was all comfort and support to her...

Jack sighs, then opens his eyes and turns his key in the ignition. Sitting here isn't going to make it any easier to tell her. Besides, he doesn't want to stay at CTU any longer.

Pulling out of the parking space, Jack drives to the exit, barely acknowledging the guard's wave as he drives out of the lot.

He doesn't look back.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:16 pm (UTC)
agirllost: (thoughtful//janaine)
From: [personal profile] agirllost
Kim's sitting by Angie's bed and watching her sleep. Chase stayed for a few hours and then was called in to help with clean up.

In her hand she holds a resignation letter and her phone's on the bedside table. She's been waiting for news.

Outside, it's dark and Angie's clutching a stuffed animal that Auntie Miriam gave her.

The phone rings.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
Jack's a little relieved when Kim answers the phone; right now almost the only thing he wants to do is sleep, but he has to tell her about Henderson and Logan first.

"Hey, sweetheart. Are you at home?"

Date: 2007-07-30 09:19 pm (UTC)
agirllost: (phone//indilime)
From: [personal profile] agirllost
"Yeah, I - Dad, are you okay? I thought you'd call hours ago," she's expected a call since she left CTU. Angie makes a soft sound and Kim stands and slips out of the room, trying not to wake her. Events happened so fast that it's hard to process everything and she decides not to mention Moiraine's question. "Where are you?"

Date: 2007-07-30 09:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
"I'm in my car, on my way to your place. I just wanted to make sure you were there. There's...a few things I think we need to talk about, and not over the phone," he says, hesitantly. He knows this is going to hurt her, and he'd put it off if he could. If his conscience would let him.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:21 pm (UTC)
agirllost: (phone//indilime)
From: [personal profile] agirllost
"What kind of things?" She wonders if he talked to Moiraine, if her abilities scare him now that he's seen them in action, and she tries to push those thoughts aside since there's also the matter of the last few missing hours. She closes her eyes and leans against the wall. "How far away are you?"

Date: 2007-07-30 09:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
"About ten minutes. It's a long story; I'll tell you when I get there, okay?" he says, not liking to keep her in suspense, but not sure how to give her an idea of what they had to discuss without telling her everything.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:22 pm (UTC)
agirllost: (phone//indilime)
From: [personal profile] agirllost
"Okay, I'll see you soon," she hesitates but doesn't say anymore.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
Ten minutes later he's at her door, knocking softly, in case Angie or Chase are sleeping. He's trying to stay steady on his feet, though the exhaustion is starting to catch up with him.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:27 pm (UTC)
agirllost: (randomkim//indilime)
From: [personal profile] agirllost
Kim knows it's probably her dad, but she still looks through the peephole to make certain that it's him and that he's alone.

She opens the door, resting one hand on the doorjam, and notices that he's been injured.

"Is it over?" She asks.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
Jack nods. "Yeah, it's over. Can I come in?"

Date: 2007-07-30 09:28 pm (UTC)
agirllost: (kim and dad (serious))
From: [personal profile] agirllost
"Yeah," she whispers and reaches out her free hand to grab his. "Why didn't you call?"

Date: 2007-07-30 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
"It wasn't over yet, for a while," he says as they walk into the living room and take a seat, wincing a little as he sits down. He's going to be sore tomorrow. "We found out what was on the memory stick Henderson wanted. It was recordings of him and the people he was working with, making plans."

Date: 2007-07-30 09:31 pm (UTC)
agirllost: (kim and dad (serious))
From: [personal profile] agirllost
Kim sits next to him, pretending she doesn't notice the wince, and folds her hands on her lap. "What kind of plans?" A moment after she asks, she regrets the question. She glances at a picture on the bookcase, seeing Miriam's smile and wondering what lay behind it. "Was Miriam involved?" Her voice is soft and she's almost afraid to hear an answer.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
Jack shakes his head. "No, I don't think Miriam knew about any of this. Henderson...he was the one who had David Palmer killed and who provided the nuclear bombs to Second Wave."

Date: 2007-07-30 09:33 pm (UTC)
agirllost: (unhappy//janaine)
From: [personal profile] agirllost
She looks up and nods, having come to terms with the only possible conclusion. "I still can't believe it, that he could have...I - I trusted him. We trusted him. Is he still at CTU?" Her thoughts turn again to Miriam.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
Jack shakes his head. "He was in holding, but..." He leans forward, resting his arms on his knees, his shoulders slumped. "He and the people he was working with were the ones that told the Chinese that I was still alive--he'd known since last December. Michelle walked in when they were playing the recording and...she lost it. She killed him."

Date: 2007-07-30 09:38 pm (UTC)
agirllost: (trying not to cry//candiangirl_86)
From: [personal profile] agirllost
Her eyes widen and she stares ahead, barely hearing his last words.

Christopher knew months ago and still comforted her and they were in the backyard together and she'd felt so guilty because of all the lies she was spinning and he knew. He sat there with Miriam and let her be nervous about his reaction and he'd seemed so *relieved* and it was all an act, worse than she'd even suspected.

Mesaana she should have never trusted, but Christopher, he almost cried at the funeral, he and Miriam were there when Chase was not enough to keep her fears at bay, and she had been tricked again.

"China? How...he wouldn't have..." she whispers, still needing to believe that some part of his reaction was real.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
"He did," Jack says, his voice a little rough. "I heard the recordings. He knew everything they were doing; it was part of their plan for the United States to gain access to oil reserves."

Date: 2007-07-30 09:40 pm (UTC)
agirllost: (magic2//enriana)
From: [personal profile] agirllost
"Oil reserves," she repeats and the images of the cave filter into her consciousness along with the glimpse she'd had of her dad behind the white curtain in the infirmary. "All of it - it was all just for oil?" Her voice rises and she moves, feeling an urge to destroy, reaching out to the Source as she runs to the kitchen and goes out into the backyard.

She stands outside, her feet shoulder width apart, and her hands curl like claws. In her mind she sees her emotions spilling out as lightning and the earth rumbling under her bare feet and she knows she can't go down that path, not again.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
Jack's not far behind her, but as she reaches the backyard, he hangs back, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He's not sure she realizes he's there and he's not about to get too close; not after what happened the last time he startled her like this. Considering the look of anger and concentration on her face it seems like she's about to erupt, and something tells him he should stop it, while something else tells him he should hang back and wait.

After a moment, though, he sees her relax, her shoulders sagging, and he steps into the yard. "Kim?" he calls out, concern etched on his face.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:41 pm (UTC)
agirllost: (trying not to cry//candiangirl_86)
From: [personal profile] agirllost
Behind her she hears footsteps and she feels as if when she let go of saidar her energy left with it. In a slow but deliberate movement, she wraps her right arm around her body, and covers her face with her left hand. Even though they won, it feels like they lost.

If she'd heard the recording, she might not have been able to control her actions. She sounds as if she has to think about each breath and her loose embrace tightens into a hold, her hand gripping her shirt.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
She doesn't answer his call, but he can hear the hitch in her breath, see her face starting to crumple. Without a word, he walks over to her, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her against his chest, holding her tightly.

If only it was as easy to dispel these nightmares as easily as those he'd chased away when she was little; as easy to scare away these monsters as those that she'd once been certain were under her bed. He wants to say that it's okay, that everything will be fine, but it definitely isn't okay. Not when she's just found out that her godfather was responsible for inflicting so much pain on so many people that she cares about. He can't tell her that everything will be all right, when he sure as hell doesn't feel all right himself, though he's too tired and overwhelmed with anything to really feel much of anything at the moment.

All he can do is stand there with his arms around her in silent comfort, gently stroking her hair.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:44 pm (UTC)
agirllost: (verysad//midge)
From: [personal profile] agirllost
Later she might wonder if he's in pain, but even after all they've been through and everything they've seen, in that moment she clutches him back, the side of her face pressed against his chest, her eyes close, and she lets herself be selfish and need to feel safe.

"Don't leave," she whispers after a few minutes.

Date: 2007-07-30 09:45 pm (UTC)
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"I won't, not yet," he says, softly. "I have to go home and see how Chris and Caiti are sometime, though, sweetheart."

Date: 2007-07-30 09:45 pm (UTC)
agirllost: (verysad//midge)
From: [personal profile] agirllost
She nods slightly and keeps her eyes closed. "I wish that I could make everything go back to normal..."

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