This is the second part of the first chapter, hope you enjoy it :)

Memories Part 2

The next thing he could remember he was laying on the living room floor. His head felt like it was banging and he felt a little nauseas, he was sure he had already thrown his dinner up from last night. Trying to move his body he realized he couldn't, there was a dead weight on top of him. He opened his eyes groggily surprised that he could feel sleep sticking on his eyelids. He opened them to see hair, then he realized he was looking at Marilyn who was sleeping peacefully on top of him. He blinked again; he was right at his first thought though he didn't think he was thinking straight, Marilyn didn't have any clothes on whatsoever, neither did he. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his pants strewn on his coffee table. He banged his head on the floor realizing what he had let happen. Catching his eye was the clock on the fireplace, he squinted his eyes to see the hands properly, it read 9am. At least he woke up at a reasonable time. How did he let himself do this?

He wrapped his right arm around Marilyn using his left arm to ease them up into a sitting position; they were trapped between the couch and the coffee table. His eyes fell on the empty bottles lying on the coffee table, he hadn't drank that much since well, since he could really remember.

His hand gently brushed away the hair that was on her face as he softly woke her. Marilyn looked dazed; her hand rubbed her sore temple.

"What?" she hoarsely whispered. "Jack!" she said almost jumping but Jack's grip on her was too strong. Jack watched her as she squinted, questioning her sight and her thoughts, until realization came to her face. Jack thought she was about to say something about the situation when she widened her eyes and her face dropped a tone lighter. "Jack, I'm going to be sick."

"Ok, it's ok," he said softly, easing them up and directing her to the bathroom. Jack gathered her hair back, holding her firmly on the floor till she had stopped heaving and relaxed more. "Feel better?" his lips had curved into a smile looking at what a mess they were in. She nodded looking like she was trying to form a proper sentence in her head.

"We shouldn't have done that, Jack. Should we?" her voice raised a pitch as she asked the question. Jack was aware of what answer she wanted to hear, but he also knew that she was fully aware of what answer he was going to get.

"No, we shouldn't have. You know I care for you Marilyn," he said giving her a soft smile, "but I have Teri and Kim," his face went serious as he said the next words with such meaning, "and I love them with all of my heart. I never want to do anything that will hurt them," his face was so earnest and truthful. He could see Marilyn understood and somewhat already knew.

"Don't worry Jack, I'll never speak of this to anyone, it would hurt Teri and Kim too much, and I do care for both of them. Gream would be very angry too," her eyes looked away with a sadness in them, looking far into the distance.

Jack sometimes wondered why she had ever married Gream. When he had come out of the army Sam, his dad's butler, had told him what had happened. Marilyn's parents where just as pushy as Jack's dad could be, but Marilyn wasn't quite as tough as Jack, she didn't have the strength to go against her parents will. She wanted to marry Jack, even though they had never gone near the subject, and her parents were satisfied with Jack. He was wealthy, was going to inherit a stable prosperous business, but when he went off in the army, her parents were not happy. They wanted Marilyn to get married soon to someone who was as well off as Jack or even better. Then the next thing Sam said he knew was that Philip and Marilyn's parents were pushing her and Gream together, and before long they were engaged. It wasn't an 'official' arranged marriage, but of what Jack heard it wasn't much different. They seemed to be happy at first, not ecstatic with each other, but happy none the less. Gream then got involved into to some new business ventures which meant he was hardly around, and when Marilyn wanted to have a baby and they didn't have one, things that were already heavily strained became more strained, almost too braking point. He then realized he was letting his mind wander as he heard Marilyn's voice.

"Jack, you should probably get going," she gave him another airy smile, but her face was becoming paler again.

"Are you sure your ok, Marilyn? You don't look so good," the tones in his voice were so caring it almost broke her.

"I'll be fine, could you just...err... help me upstairs please." Jack thought he had never seen her so vulnerable. Marilyn could always do it herself or look after herself, in Jacks view, but this was different. She was different. He didn't say anything to her but put his arm underneath hers and gently lifted her up. When they made it to the bedroom Jack gently placed her sitting up on the bed. He went into the on-suite bathroom opening the sink cupboard and grabbed a plastic bowl taking it in to the bedroom putting it next to the bed. Marilyn pointed to a dresser at the side of the room. He grabbed an expensive pair of gray sweatpants and a plain white T-shirt, and then helped her put them on. They did this in silence not speaking a word. Marilyn got under the blanket; they looked at each other for a few moments saying things with their eyes they would never say aloud.

"Goodbye," she said her voice almost a whisper.

"Bye," he looked at her one last time giving her an awkward smile and turned away. He made his way breathing heavily and head spinning down the stairs. He blinked furiously; a part of him couldn't believe he had allowed himself to do this. He grabbed his strewn clothes out of the living room putting them on. He needed to make up with Teri; he loved her, he needed her. She understood him, not many people did. So, she was finding it hard to cope with him, it wasn't surprising, it was a big change for all of them. He knew he was going to find it hard being away from them for so long, but he would hide it, bury it deep within himself, he couldn't be weak. Teri was different, she couldn't do that, she could wear her heart on her sleeve. He was going to make amends; he needed to fix this before it was too late. Next thing on Jack Bauer's to do list was to visit a florist.

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