A/N: I basically just found this on my hard drive and finished it recently. I started writing it like...a year or something ago, but never finished it off for some reason or another. But I still remembered how I wanted it to work, so I finished it. It's pretty sad, but I definately like it. Set at the end of Day Four. TM.
Disclaimer: I don't own 24. Obviously. If I did, well, season six would have been -cough-better-cough-.
Untimely Decisions
He was dead.
Dead. The word resonated through Michelle's head with a sickening horror. Her Tony was dead, and he'd never be back. They'd just been reunited, and now he was gone from her forever.
And it was her fault.
She could have saved him…she could have given Mandy what she wanted, but no. She'd broken down and told Bill.
They all told her she'd made the right choice – that she made the only choice. To save lives. But there was one lost that she knew she wouldn't be able to live with.
Her Tony was dead.
That was definitely not something she could live with. To live with the knowledge that it was solely her fault that the love of her life was dead because she couldn't make the decision he once made – to save his life. She'd killed her husband.
The pain was overwhelming. Tears weren't enough. Words weren't enough. Every time she took a breath – a stab at her heart. Ever gasp – her soul ripped in two. He was dead, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
Michelle had never felt so helpless before. Not even in the month after Tony had returned from prison, when she couldn't console him. She thought she'd felt helpless then.
But oh no, that was nothing compared to this.
This was an utter helplessness she'd never move past. Ever.
And so when Bill told her to go home, she'd made a decision.
When she left CTU to fateful, dreadful day, she made a little detour first.
She grabbed a capsule. Not any capsule, but a familiar white one she'd last seen several years ago when she was in the hotel.
A suicide capsule.
She went out to her car, a wreck with a purpose, and sank into the driver's seat.
She cried then – sobbed openly – no facades of coolness to maintain. She cried for love lost. For careless mistakes. For time she could have had with him. For not saving his life. For everything.
After a few minutes, she pulled out the capsule and stared, contemplating it.
He's not coming back, she told herself one last time, and she made her decision.
Michelle's cell phone began to ring. It was CTU, and she scoffed. She figured it was Bill checking up on her. Nothing else important. Because she CTU couldn't bring back her Tony. No one could.
Her phone continued to ring as she swallowed the capsule.
A few gruesome moments later, and Michelle was dead.
It was about twenty minutes later when her Tony returned to CTU alive. He saw Michelle's car in the parking lot, and ran to it. Upon seeing her, he sobbed openly and freely.
Tony let out a shuddering gasp and whispered, "My Michelle."
Fin.
Depressing, I know. But Please review! It's really appreicated.