Authors note: This is a beginning to a story that I am writing. I intended it to be a one-shot but it has continued on in my head and so I will write it when I get to it. I wrote this a birthday gift to me, my birthday was on June 23. Let me know what you think...
I got the idea from a website with prompts. Hugs, Cuddles and Kisses. It listed a whole bunch for various TV shows. The one for Jack/Chloe was guns.
Also this is unbetaed, when I write the rest of it I will repost it.
Chloe heard the noise again, someone was in her apartment. Reaching under her pillow she felt the cold metal of the gun hidden there. It was his gun, Jack's gun. Chloe had removed it from the evidence locker after the investigation into his death was closed. It helped her feel close to him even though he was dead. Well not really dead, just dead to everyone but Tony, Michelle, ex-president David Palmer and Chloe. She alone knew his secret, they alone protected him.
No one knew exactly, where Jack was, except Chloe, and even her knowledge was sketchy. They never talked about that day, the day Jack walked out of their lives again. Loose lips sink ships, the old adage was all too real, only Jack would not end up dead but on his own private ship to hell.
There was another noise, this time footsteps in her living room, closing her fingers over the gun she pulled it out. It felt heavy in her hands as she released the safety, and slid back the chamber. Its noise was loud in the silence of her apartment.
Whom ever it was, was now close enough that Chloe could make out their shadow moving closer to her. The movements did not betray their intentions. She was not sure if they were a friend or foe, but what friend slipped into your house unannounced at 3 am? Holding the gun with two hands she pointed at the wrath moving silently toward her. Suddenly it stumbled and spoke, "Chloe, why can't you put your shoes away. Your apartment is a mine field." The voice was so low that she almost did not hear it, but it was one that she knew.
Taking one hand from the gun, she reached over and turned on the light. The brilliant illumination showed Jack Bauer, the dead man.
Opening her mouth she almost gave voice to his name, but shut it before she could say it. Her home had not been swept for bugs and you never knew who could be listening. Her name was too closely linked to Jack's to think that someone was not listening. Why was he hear, it was so very dangerous for both of them.
He blinked as the light flooded the room. Dark circles ringed his eyes and his color was a pasty gray. "I need you to come with me now. I need your help and I can only stay five more minutes. I may have been followed. I didn't want to come here but I don't know anywhere else to go. I need you, Chloe." He held his hand out for her to take.
Without a word she slipped from the bed and pulled on a pair of jeans from the floor over her pajama boxers and threw on a hoodie that was draped over the back of the chair near her bed. Tucking the gun into the small of her back; she crossed to the closet and grabbed the bag she had packed when she returned from Chicago two months ago. Since she had helped him fake his death she knew this day would come, she hoped it would come.
Nodding once, she took his out stretched hand following him out of the apartment, never looking back.
Leave a review if I no one wants to know what happens next I may not bother writing the rest...