My life is my own

By: Amee Eliza

Tom Lennox sat in bed and tossed to and fro like the waves of the sea. He wished the music of the waves would lull him to sleep, but because when he was six he found out there was no such thing as genie, he could not have his wish. He knew a lot of the American's today had wishes too, larger than his need to get some shut eye.

A voice in his head convicted him silently for all the wrong he had done today.

First blackmailing Karen Hayes, becoming involved in the attempted assination of President Wayne Palmer, and being bullied around by Vice President Noah Daniels.

Tom just laughed it off, but then got a sick feeling inside when he remembered Noah Daniel's confession of being involved with Lisa Miller.

The same lady who had been so loyal, yet had betrayed their country by giving (unknowingly) information to a Russian spy.

"What a loser." Tom thought.

Tom Lennox had worked very hard to be in the position he was in and could not imagine disgracing himself so.

Tom Lennox rose from his bed. He was solely in his undergarments as he made his way to the couch.

He turned on the TV.

He usually would turn to News, but he was sick of it. Bombs, assassination, he had took enough of that crap.

"One good thing I have done to today is help Karen. I am glad I convinced Daniels to turn his eyes from her while she aided Bauer. But oh what a pig I was! Getting involved in the assassination! I know I didn't mean to. Yes, that's what I must comfort myself on. I didn't know Reed's plan, and when I did, I turned him in."

His reverie made him uneasy. He flipped on Animaniacs.

Yakko was singing The nations of the world.

Tom found it so annoying he turned off the tv all together.

Dark thought pursued him as he got dressed and headed out the hotel door.

He wondered about his own self worth and his moral values.

He held information, and he was valuable for his knowledge (for that he proudly admitted), but what of his worth to another? Who loved him?

"Oh stop thinking these things it will only bring you down." He thought sadly.

"Casey." He said aloud in a whisper like a ghost that haunted him.


Flashback-1:09 A.M.

Tom Lennox decided to stay composed, yet all the walls of secure feeling slipped away. Russian President Suvarov was speaking now via teleconference. He comforted himself by running his fingers over his face.

"We are doing everything we can." Vice President Noah Daniels assured him.

An agent named Jack Bauer had made a deal with the now unconsciousness President Wayne Palmer to exchange the Russian circuit board to Cheng, but to get to make sure that it didn't get into the hands of the Chinese. Now it was all over. Cheng had it.

The call ended with a warning. If they didn't get it back in a couple hours an attack would be launched against the United States.

"Sir, we can't afford this to happen." Tom Lennox said smoothly.

"I know, I know. What can we do?" Daniels shot back stressed.

" CTU is getting involved and think they may know it's location." Tom began.

"Go on." Noah said with a lighter tone.

This was a long day indeed...


Tom felt the chill of the early morning sweep about him as he left the hotel. A couple birds squawked as they flew overhead.

The smell of coffee was in the air as he passed a star buks. The light that shone from inside was comforting.

He stopped for a while and paused in deep thought. His thoughts and feelings were churning inside. He could not understand them for exact.

"I need a stiff drink." He thought.

He would do just that but for reasons unknown to him the thought of drinking alcohol made his stomach lurch.

"Aren't you Tom Lennox?" A scary looking bum asked.

The man's beard was so white and it looked fake. Tom noticed his finger nails were bruised.

Tom, not really thinking said "Well, I guess." His voice surprised him: it was course.

The man pulled out a handgun. "Get down on the ground or I'll blow you to oblivion."

Tom's eyes shot open wide in fear. He submitted.

"I got him." The man said in a humdrum manner into a black walkie talkie.

"If you don't believe that I won't kill you, you are sadly mistaken."

"Oh shut up." A side of Tom's conscious spit out in his mind.

He preceded to throw him into a van. He lost his shoe. The man didn't notice.

"How much worse can this get?" Tom pondered with much concern.

The clock was ticking.