Jack lay back in the bed and tried to close his eyes. Every time he did the rush of images was too much and they opened again. He sighed. Audrey had gone home several hours ago to get some sleep. He almost laughed at the thought. Sleep. He hadn't slept in….well really in years. He'd been on the run and then captured for what amounted to three years of his life. He'd slept in snatches, but never really rested and now that it was all over he couldn't even do that.

He hadn't wanted to say it to Audrey's face but he knew that there was no going back now. He'd been through too much, he wasn't sure he could ever be the Jack Bauer she had loved before. And frankly he wasn't sure he wanted to be.

He just wanted to sleep, without drugs, or fear, he just wanted to sleep.

"Jack," came the whispered voice from the door, "Are you…awake?"

"'Chloe," he said and he felt himself smile at the sight of her, "Come in."

"I'm sorry," she said as she inched in, barely moving from the door, "I know you must be exhausted, but I just got done at CTU and I wanted to check on you."

"You've been at CTU this long, Chloe you must be tired, you should go home."

Chloe shrugged, "Morris is home…and probably drunk so…not a great idea."

"Are you two….okay?"

Chloe shrugged, "I don't think so. You shouldn't worry about that though," she said as she came closer, "You've been through much worse."

Jack, despite himself smiled at her, "Why do you always do that? Chloe, your husband was accused of treason today. That must have been horrible for you."

"And you started yesterday by sacrificing yourself, I think that my problems are on a little bit of a smaller scale."

"No, they aren't," he said.

She smiled, "It doesn't matter anyway. I think Morris and I are done for good this time."

"I'm sorry," he said, and meant it, "Are you sure?"

"Jack, he was accused of treason."

"But he didn't…"

"But I thought he did. I didn't believe him. I don't think he really blames me, but….it just made me realize that I never should have taken him back to begin with. I need to be with someone I…"

"Trust," he said softly.

She looked up and met his eyes, then looked away and said quietly, "Yeah."

They sat in silence for a moment, "I should probably," she stopped, "You must be tired."

He shrugged then relented, "Exhausted but…I can't sleep."

"Nightmares?" she asked then blushed, "Sorry that's none of my business."

He grabbed her hand, "I just, every time I've woken up for the last year and half it's been….I'm not sure I can trust that I won't wake up back in a cell."

Chloe was silent for a moment, she opened her mouth as if to speak, then seemed to re-think it, then said all in a rush, "Well I could stay with you if you want, I mean just while you get some sleep, if you want."

Jack shook his head, "That would be great, but you can't, you must be so tired and…"

"And I can sleep tomorrow," she told him, "Just, it's fine for me if…if it would help you."

He felt a sudden rush of emotion that clogged his throat and he coughed twice, as if he could get rid of the emotions as well, "It would…help."

She smiled, "Well, then," she got comfortable in the chair and laid one hand on the bed next to him, "Close your eyes already."

He chuckled and did just that, then opened them again. He put his hand over hers on the bed and squeezed…after a moment she squeezed back.

He closed eyes again and whispered, "Thank you, Chloe."

He could see her shrug behind his eyes as she whispered back, "It's nothing."

He felt himself smile as he drifted out of consciousness; because it wasn't nothing…it was everything.