Title: What I would do for you

Rating: T

A/N: Takes place at the end of Season 5. The events that lead up to this fic will be explained in later chapter.

lj-cut "Chloe O'Brien!" Jack demanded as he bounded up to the nurses' station.

The nurse there barely looked up, "Are you a relative?"

"No, I work with her; she's my friend, but…"

"Can't release any information except to family. Have a seat and someone will be with you shortly."

Jack's tenuous hold on his temper snapped sharply, "Listen, I have been shot at, poisoned, and blown up, all in the last 24 hours, and now my best friend is lying in a hospital, possibly dying and if you don't tell me where she is, I'm going to have the nice Secret Service officers behind me cart you away and search the hospital until they find her."

The nurse, still not caring, looked up and suddenly her eyes widened into saucers. Standing behind him were no less then a dozen men, all packing serious heat. But they didn't look half as dangerous as the blonde man in front of her, daring her to continue denying him access to Chloe.

"She's…uh ICU 3, 3rd floor."

Without a backward glance Jack, and his men, took off to the elevators.

On the 3rd floor in ICU 3 a Chloe O'Brien lay, coming in and out of consciousness an occasionally muttering a single name, "Jack, Jack."

And suddenly, "I'm here, Chloe, I'm right here."

Her eyes, opened almost all this way, and despite the pain she was in she gave him a small, but brilliant smile, "Thought you were dead," she gasped out between short breathes.

He looked down, realizing she must have cracked a few ribs, maybe even broken some, then looked up at her bruised face and forced himself to subdue his need to hit something, "No, I'm okay. You're going to be okay too, you just need to rest."

Her eyes opened wide," You're not going to go away, are you?"

"No," he said, and smiled his first real smile all day, "I'm not going to go away."

True to his word Jack sat by her side for nearly 24 hours, and even then he only left because he was forced to do so and because Bill had promised to stay with her.

Bill had been kind enough to allow him to stay at his house, since he had nowhere else to go. He had showered, eaten and passed out. He promised himself that he would sleep for no more than 2 hours before getting up and going back to the hospital.

He kept his promise, mostly because Bill called him halfway through the two hours. He had woken up instantly.

"Bill? What is it? Is Chloe okay?" he was already off the bed and moving toward the door.

"She's okay, Jack. She actually just woke up, but you should get over here."

"I'll be right there. Are you sure she's okay? You sound like something is wrong."

"Not wrong exactly," he was skirting, not telling him something, and there was no way Jack was going to be kept in the dark about Chloe'.

"Bill, tell me what's going on now," he was in the car now, already on the way to the hospital, "I don't want to be blindsided when I get there. Just tell me how bad it is." Jack held his breath, terrified about what Bill was hiding.

"Jack, Chloe thinks you and she are. Well, she thinks…"

"Bill," his tone left no room for argument.

Jack heard Bill's sigh, "She thinks that she's your wife." lj-cut