Prompt from Schattenfell: Could you do another one in which the UN kinda reacts to Jacks collapse in the meeting and some ambassadors and/or politicians visting him to see if he's fine? And of course there is mean Director Petras who blames the Strike Commander for being weak.

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"…. And what about the recent rumours surrounding Strike Commander Morrison?!"

"Is it true you're already considering a replacement?!"

"Is Gabriel Reyes taking up the mantle?!"

Director Petras, despite the circumstances that led them to this point, smiled at the reporters, the smile never quite meeting his eyes. "At this moment in time, we are waiting for news on Commander Morrison's condition, and of course, we wish him a speedy recovery, however we are making certain arrangements for if the news is not how we hoped and- "

The conference was cut short…. Probably due to the fact that the remote had been thrown directly at the Director's face, shattering the glass and sticking out of the screen.

"A little bit of an over-reaction… don't you think?"

Gabe barely glanced at Jack, muttering angrily in Spanish as he started to pace the room.

"Gabe? Are you- "

"- That bastard!" Gabe finally blurted out, "You had a fucking heart attack! What does he have to act like this has been such a burden on him?! And how dare he suggest that replacing you might be the best thing, it's- "

"- probably true?"

Gabe turned to Jack, shock written all over his face as he watched Jack fumble with the blanket in between his fingers. "… What?"

"Look around you Gabe…." Jack gestured to his surroundings, "… I had a heart attack… maybe it would be better if someone else took over the job? Someone who isn't a health risk."

"You're not a- "

"- yes I am Gabe. One wrong move or a tiny bit if stress could actually kill me! No government wants to deal with that."

Silence.

Gabe couldn't deny that… most governments wouldn't want that kind of burden on them.

Or would they?

"I'll see you tomorrow." Gabe quickly stated, rushing out of the room and leaving a stunned Jack behind.

He had some investigating to do.

…..

It had been almost 2 days since Gabe rushed out of the room, and Jack was honestly starting to get a little bit worried.

What if Gabe had gone to confront the Director?

What if he'd decided to take the man up on his offer of being the new Strike Commander, and was hiding from Jack?

What if something even worse had happened?

Sighing wearily, re-reading the posters on the wall (it wasn't as if he could watch TV anymore), Jack tried to turn his attention away from Gabe.

"Jack?"

Speak of the devil.

Jack turned his attention to the door, only for his eyes to widen in shock…. Gabe was there, but behind him, Jack could see several members of the UN… important members at that.

"Sorry I've not been around much…" Gabe winced, an apologetic smile on his face, "… but you were so concerned about what the Director had to say, I decided to do some investigating of my own." He gestured to the people behind him, "As much as the Director would hate to admit it, you have a lot of supporters in the UN."

As he moved to the side, the others made their way in, with many of them holding bags or small boxes.

"Strike Commander Morrison…" The UK ambassador greeted the man, bowing her head slightly, "…. Colonel Reyes was just informing us about your personal conflict about whether or not you should continue with your current position…. I hope you will consider continuing."

"All of us do…" the German Ambassador spoke up, "…. I can't imagine anyone better suited for the role, expect of course for your friend, but he's already explained that he is happy where he is."

Jack felt a little overwhelmed by the entire situation, simply nodding in thanks as the many ambassadors started handing him gifts, gifts like books, cologne and other expensive things like that. "Ummmm, I-I-I- "

"- I think Jack still needs to rest a little bit." Gabe interrupted the parade of well-wishers, a fond smile on his face, "Maybe we can continue this another time."

Thankfully, they all agreed, thanking Jack for his hard work and wishing him well, before leaving the room.

As soon as he knew that they were really all gone, Jack turned to Gabe in shock. "What was that?"

"That?" Gab shrugged, "That was me getting it through your fat skull, that everyone in that meeting room cares about you and was worried about you. And they will continue to care, even if this might happen again."

"But- "

"- But nothing Jack." Gabe moved and sat by his side, "You just focus on getting better, and let me and the other ambassadors deal with Petras, agreed?"

"But- "

"- Agreed?"

"…. Agreed."