Hey all, I'm stepping into the world of 24 to borrow a char and try to get into his head. Yes, this isn't what I usually do. I usually do humorous fics and this isn't exactly a side-splitter. This is my first 24 fic, so you FLAME, you get roasted by a FLAMETHROWER wielded by either Keifer Sutherland or Harrison Ford. Whoever you prefer.
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Bill Buchanan lies dead as I speak. He gave his life to protect innocent lives. The president is only alive because of his actions. He deserves to be remembered as a hero. That's what he was. I can't help but think back to all the things he did to help the country. He was a good man. Then again, what is the difference between good and bad? Sometimes the lines are drawn with such a fine tip that it is impossible to tell when you've crossed it. Did I cross it? If I did, when? Why must I consider this now? I know what has to be done. I will do it no matter the cost. Bill may be gone, but I intend to carry his memory with me. He'd want me to continue without looking back. I know that's what I must do. The country needs saving. I haven't got the time to waste on grief. I think I lost that after my wife died so long ago. So much of me is gone. I don't miss it. I haven't got the time to miss it. The world moves faster than I can and I'm glad of that, or else I'd be overcome right now. Bill is dead, yes, I do feel a sense of loss, both on a personal and a professional level. Life moves on. So much has happened already. This IS the longest day of my life.
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Lemme guess. It was terrible, wasn't it? That's why I don't write many fics randomly like this. This one was really impulsive and just really off the wall. I decided in two seconds after Buchanan's death that I would write a fic on it. I've just been really busy between HOMEWORK and RELATIVES visiting me that I haven't had much time myself. Hey, that really goes with my fic. ^_^ bye.