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My second attempt at fanfiction. It's just J/C fluff. I have enough angst and trouble in my life - no need to write about it!
P.S. There is one swear word. If that offends, do not continue.
P.P.S. I think my next fic (now that I'm kind of enjoying this whole fanfic writing thing) will be about the end of Day 6 (again) and Jack begging Chloe to not go home with Morris.
Enjoy and comment!
"Home"
The day finally over, Chloe allowed herself a deep breath. During the course of the nuclear crises, she hadn’t had time for anything except talking teams through their missions and saving the world.
That wasn’t entirely true. She had also had time to freak out about Morris being kidnapped and tortured, slap Morris, yell at Morris for drinking again, and break up with Morris. The latter during the pinnacle of the crisis, but you do what you have to do.
She had also had a small reunion with Jack. But instead of leaping into his arms and stuffing her tongue in his mouth, she said, “I’m glad Fayed didn’t kill you this morning.” She sighed. Social interaction was not her forte.
As she was packing up, Milo came up to her desk.
“Hey Chloe,” he said.
“I don’t care what you need, Milo. I am not staying any longer. I am going home, I am taking a hot bath, and I am going to sleep for the next three years.”
Milo smiled at her. “Sounds like a great plan. But, uh, you might want to go check on Jack.”
Chloe looked at him in confusion, worry evident in her voice. “Why? What’s wrong with him?”
Milo shrugged. “Nothing, really. Except, you know, he just got back from being tortured today, and he and Audrey finally decided to give up on each other, and…well, he’s had a shitty day.”
“Why are you telling me this?” she asked quietly.
“Because, Chloe. You’re his best friend – maybe his only friend now. Kim wants nothing to do with him, he has no place to go. He’s passed out in one of the interrogation rooms. Every time one of us opens the door to check on him, he jumps out of his skin, hand on his gun. Chances are, he’ll feel safer with you. I just thought you could take him home with you, let him sleep in a real bed for the first time in God knows how long.”
Chloe looked at him thoughtfully and then nodded. She grabbed her purse and walked off to find Jack Bauer.
Milo followed her to the interrogation room, despite her snarky comments. He wanted to test his theory.
When they got to the door, Chloe slipped out of her shoes and opened the door, whispering menacingly to Milo “Stay.” She walked in quietly, and as the door shut, Milo caught a glimpse of a scene that confirmed his suspicions. When Chloe O’Brian walked into the room, Jack didn’t stir at all.
Chloe wasn’t generally a sentimental person. But the sight before her made her fish her camera phone – the one she wasn’t supposed to have at work – and take a picture.
Jack sat at the table, his arms folded in front of him with his head resting on them. It occurred to her that she had never seen him sleep, and she wondered how long it had been since he had slept well and through the night.
She softly walked up to him, debating how best to wake him up. After a few moments’ consideration, she decided that this was her only chance to do something she’d always wanted to do.
Standing next to him, she raised her right hand and cautiously rested it on the back of his head. He stirred slightly, but stayed sleeping. She smiled, and began running her hand through his short hair, enjoying the feel of him.
Jack slowly came back to the waking world, wondering what was going on. Someone was touching him, but he couldn’t figure out how they had gotten close enough without waking him up. He never let his guard down anymore – not even in slumber. He slowly raised his head and looked up at the person next to him – and smiled. Of course it would be Chloe. No one else could make him feel like it was okay to relax.
She stopped moving her hand, but left it resting on the back of his head.
“We’re going home now,” she told him.
Jack tried to hide the disappointment on his face. “Of course. Go home. Get some rest. Morris could probably use a few days in bed.”
Chloe made her classic confusion face. “What are you talking about?”
“You said you were going home.”
“No, I said we’re going home, Jack. You and me.”
Jack looked at her, not quite knowing what to say. “Chloe…”
“Look, Jack. You saved the world again, and you don’t even have a place to stay. I’m not letting you go to a hotel, and I know you and Audrey aren’t getting back together. So…you’re coming home with me.”
“What about Morris?”
“We broke up. We weren’t living together again, so we don’t have to worry about him showing up and things getting awkward.”
Jack smiled at her. “But Chloe, you don’t have the most comfortable couch in the world.”
“Who said anything about a couch? You’re sleeping in the guest room, Jack. With a real bed and everything. I know you’re probably used to a hard concrete floor, but you’re going to have to get used to living like a normal human being again.”
Jack’s smile widened. “Guest room? You’re telling me you managed to fit a guest room in that little apartment of yours?”
Chloe sighed. “No, Jack. I bought a house. Duh.”
“A house,” he whispered.
Without another word, Jack leaned his head against Chloe’s stomach, closing his eyes and just enjoying the feel of her. As she tried to recover from the shock of this unexpected turn of events, he raised his hands and rested one on each of her hips. Chloe closed her eyes as well, now resting both of her hands on the back of his head.
“Chloe?” he asked, his voice muffled by her shirt.
“Yeah?” she whispered.
“I can’t come home with you.”
Chloe opened her eyes and looked down, but Jack refused to lift up his head.
“Why not?”
Jack sighed. “Well, because then I might have to admit…”
“Admit what, Jack? Just spit it out.”
She couldn’t see it, but Jack smiled at her bluntness. Then he took a deep breath.
“I’d have to admit that I’ve fallen in love with you.”
Without her realizing it, Chloe’s face broke into a wide grin. Her hands began moving again, her nails brushing through his hair in slow circles.
“And why, exactly, would that be a problem?”
Her answer forced Jack to finally raise his head and look her in the eye. She was smiling at him, but she wasn’t toying with him. She was genuinely happy.
“That’s not a problem for you?” he asked quietly.
She shook her head. “No, Jack, it’s not.”
Chloe pulled his head back from her a little more so that she could bend down and kiss him. It started out slow and cautious, but they soon realized that they were safe with each other even here in uncharted territory. As their kisses became more urgent and full of passion, Chloe pulled back, knowing that if this kept up, she’d soon be on her back on the table. The interrogation room at CTU was NOT where she wanted to have her first time with Jack.
“Come on,” she whispered. “Let’s go home.”
P.S. There is one swear word. If that offends, do not continue.
P.P.S. I think my next fic (now that I'm kind of enjoying this whole fanfic writing thing) will be about the end of Day 6 (again) and Jack begging Chloe to not go home with Morris.
Enjoy and comment!
"Home"
The day finally over, Chloe allowed herself a deep breath. During the course of the nuclear crises, she hadn’t had time for anything except talking teams through their missions and saving the world.
That wasn’t entirely true. She had also had time to freak out about Morris being kidnapped and tortured, slap Morris, yell at Morris for drinking again, and break up with Morris. The latter during the pinnacle of the crisis, but you do what you have to do.
She had also had a small reunion with Jack. But instead of leaping into his arms and stuffing her tongue in his mouth, she said, “I’m glad Fayed didn’t kill you this morning.” She sighed. Social interaction was not her forte.
As she was packing up, Milo came up to her desk.
“Hey Chloe,” he said.
“I don’t care what you need, Milo. I am not staying any longer. I am going home, I am taking a hot bath, and I am going to sleep for the next three years.”
Milo smiled at her. “Sounds like a great plan. But, uh, you might want to go check on Jack.”
Chloe looked at him in confusion, worry evident in her voice. “Why? What’s wrong with him?”
Milo shrugged. “Nothing, really. Except, you know, he just got back from being tortured today, and he and Audrey finally decided to give up on each other, and…well, he’s had a shitty day.”
“Why are you telling me this?” she asked quietly.
“Because, Chloe. You’re his best friend – maybe his only friend now. Kim wants nothing to do with him, he has no place to go. He’s passed out in one of the interrogation rooms. Every time one of us opens the door to check on him, he jumps out of his skin, hand on his gun. Chances are, he’ll feel safer with you. I just thought you could take him home with you, let him sleep in a real bed for the first time in God knows how long.”
Chloe looked at him thoughtfully and then nodded. She grabbed her purse and walked off to find Jack Bauer.
Milo followed her to the interrogation room, despite her snarky comments. He wanted to test his theory.
When they got to the door, Chloe slipped out of her shoes and opened the door, whispering menacingly to Milo “Stay.” She walked in quietly, and as the door shut, Milo caught a glimpse of a scene that confirmed his suspicions. When Chloe O’Brian walked into the room, Jack didn’t stir at all.
Chloe wasn’t generally a sentimental person. But the sight before her made her fish her camera phone – the one she wasn’t supposed to have at work – and take a picture.
Jack sat at the table, his arms folded in front of him with his head resting on them. It occurred to her that she had never seen him sleep, and she wondered how long it had been since he had slept well and through the night.
She softly walked up to him, debating how best to wake him up. After a few moments’ consideration, she decided that this was her only chance to do something she’d always wanted to do.
Standing next to him, she raised her right hand and cautiously rested it on the back of his head. He stirred slightly, but stayed sleeping. She smiled, and began running her hand through his short hair, enjoying the feel of him.
Jack slowly came back to the waking world, wondering what was going on. Someone was touching him, but he couldn’t figure out how they had gotten close enough without waking him up. He never let his guard down anymore – not even in slumber. He slowly raised his head and looked up at the person next to him – and smiled. Of course it would be Chloe. No one else could make him feel like it was okay to relax.
She stopped moving her hand, but left it resting on the back of his head.
“We’re going home now,” she told him.
Jack tried to hide the disappointment on his face. “Of course. Go home. Get some rest. Morris could probably use a few days in bed.”
Chloe made her classic confusion face. “What are you talking about?”
“You said you were going home.”
“No, I said we’re going home, Jack. You and me.”
Jack looked at her, not quite knowing what to say. “Chloe…”
“Look, Jack. You saved the world again, and you don’t even have a place to stay. I’m not letting you go to a hotel, and I know you and Audrey aren’t getting back together. So…you’re coming home with me.”
“What about Morris?”
“We broke up. We weren’t living together again, so we don’t have to worry about him showing up and things getting awkward.”
Jack smiled at her. “But Chloe, you don’t have the most comfortable couch in the world.”
“Who said anything about a couch? You’re sleeping in the guest room, Jack. With a real bed and everything. I know you’re probably used to a hard concrete floor, but you’re going to have to get used to living like a normal human being again.”
Jack’s smile widened. “Guest room? You’re telling me you managed to fit a guest room in that little apartment of yours?”
Chloe sighed. “No, Jack. I bought a house. Duh.”
“A house,” he whispered.
Without another word, Jack leaned his head against Chloe’s stomach, closing his eyes and just enjoying the feel of her. As she tried to recover from the shock of this unexpected turn of events, he raised his hands and rested one on each of her hips. Chloe closed her eyes as well, now resting both of her hands on the back of his head.
“Chloe?” he asked, his voice muffled by her shirt.
“Yeah?” she whispered.
“I can’t come home with you.”
Chloe opened her eyes and looked down, but Jack refused to lift up his head.
“Why not?”
Jack sighed. “Well, because then I might have to admit…”
“Admit what, Jack? Just spit it out.”
She couldn’t see it, but Jack smiled at her bluntness. Then he took a deep breath.
“I’d have to admit that I’ve fallen in love with you.”
Without her realizing it, Chloe’s face broke into a wide grin. Her hands began moving again, her nails brushing through his hair in slow circles.
“And why, exactly, would that be a problem?”
Her answer forced Jack to finally raise his head and look her in the eye. She was smiling at him, but she wasn’t toying with him. She was genuinely happy.
“That’s not a problem for you?” he asked quietly.
She shook her head. “No, Jack, it’s not.”
Chloe pulled his head back from her a little more so that she could bend down and kiss him. It started out slow and cautious, but they soon realized that they were safe with each other even here in uncharted territory. As their kisses became more urgent and full of passion, Chloe pulled back, knowing that if this kept up, she’d soon be on her back on the table. The interrogation room at CTU was NOT where she wanted to have her first time with Jack.
“Come on,” she whispered. “Let’s go home.”
