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A/N: Hello, remember this? Sorry I took so long updating. I've been very busy and was suffering from a bad case of writers block. But it has cleared up now, and hopefully won't be coming back anytime soon (we can pray). Promise that I won't take so long updating the next chapter. Sorry if I've got anything wrong, it's just we're still on the first season over in Britain and I've had to read the next season's episodes over the web. Thank you all who reviewed, please keep them coming. Sorry for any typos or spelling mistakes in advance. So R&R and Enjoy!!! - Bex
Welcome to L.A. It's 1.30 am and Jack Bristow has is...ummm (Author is trying to workout what he is doing) ummm...(Author is still not sure) Well, he's drinking a lot of whiskey...(Author gives up and sighs) He's doing something and being damn secretive about it. Well, what ever he's doing, he's not sleeping like most of L.A. Does he sleep at all? Lets see what he's thinking... (Author starts hitting their head against the table in frustration. Jack Bristow is too secretive to even read his thoughts!) Oh, but, wait, we've managed to get a few words: 'Irina, Laura, wife, illusion, love, bitch, need-another-drink.'
Hummm, I wonder what this could mean? I think we're about to find out. Cue puff of smoke. It clears to reveal to figures floating either side of Jack's head. One of them is wearing a white trench coat and black shades; the other is wearing a black trench coat and white shades, making it impossible to tell which is which. So let's just say that the one in the white trench coat is Angel Jack and the one in the black trench coat is Devil Jack.
A.J?: "So you still got Irina on your mind."
D.J?: "Will you hurry up and get over her."
A.J?: "Yeah, Come on Jack. She ripped out your heart, lied, murdered fellow CIA agents and faked her own death."
D.J?: "But it does look like she's changed. And maybe she loves you as much as you..."
Jack: "Love? Did I say that I love her?"
D.J? and A.J? share a look which says 'Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You're not fooling anyone'. Jack glares at them both.
Jack: "So which one of you is good and which one of you is bad?"
D.J?: "You're not the only one with secrets."
A.J?: "And you're not the only one who sends out mixed signals."
Jack (unfazed): "So why are you here?" A.J?&D.J?: "We're here to help you work out your true feelings for your gorgeous-bitch-of-a-lying-still-technically-wife."
Jack (glaring): "And how are you supposed to help me if I don't know who's who?"
A.J? (glaring back at him): "Well, no one know whether or not your good or bad."
D.J?: "And we mirror that."
A.J?: "And we are going to help you whether you like it or not. We know that you need help. We know everything about you."
Jack: "No you don't."
A.J?&D.J?: "Oh yes we do."
Jack: "Really, then tell me if I'm good or bad?"
D.J? and A.J? share a panicked look. They start whispering to each other. Then turn to author for help, which will be no use (Author is rocking backwards and forwards in the corner, muttering under their breath. It looks like trying to understand Jack Bristow was the last straw for their already fragile sanity) They sigh in defeat and Jack smirks in triumph. He pours himself another drink.
A.J?: "Oh, but we know you've been drinking a lot again."
D.J?: "Not a good sign."
Jack: "How do you know I've been drinking a lot? (Sarcastically) Did you read my mind?"
A.J? (Sheepishly): "No we went through you tras..."
D.J?: "But it doesn't matter how we got the information, what matters is that Irina is still having an effect on you."
Jack still looks unfazed and downs his drink.
Jack (in a not bothered tone): "Ok, enlighten me. What should I do?"
A.J?: "She's still technically your wife and you still love her, so forgive her. What's done is done."
D.J?: "Yeah, but if she really loved you back she would have never left in the first place."
A.J?: "Good point. Let her rot in hell."
D.J?: "But she did hand herself in."
A.J?: "And she did seem really sorry."
D.J?: "But it's probably just an act."
A.J?: "Yeah, she'll stab you in the back first chance she gets..."
This 'conversation' carries on for a little while longer. Both of them keep changing their views. One minute they're agreeing, the next they are not. Confused? Cos I am. Jack finally raises his hands to stop them.
Jack (angrily): "Enough! ENOUGH! Be quite both of you. (Swatting them away) I don't need your help."
A.J?&D.J?: "Oooooo, who's all moody first thing in the morning."
And with that, they both disappear in a puff of smoke. Jack sighs and pours another drink. He then picks up his gun and points it at Author.
Jack: "I think you better go to."
Author is now running for Britain, after their superb escape from Jack. Have decided to take a safer victim next time. How about Irina?!?
A/N: Reviews would be great, so hit the button now!!!
A/N: Hello, remember this? Sorry I took so long updating. I've been very busy and was suffering from a bad case of writers block. But it has cleared up now, and hopefully won't be coming back anytime soon (we can pray). Promise that I won't take so long updating the next chapter. Sorry if I've got anything wrong, it's just we're still on the first season over in Britain and I've had to read the next season's episodes over the web. Thank you all who reviewed, please keep them coming. Sorry for any typos or spelling mistakes in advance. So R&R and Enjoy!!! - Bex
Welcome to L.A. It's 1.30 am and Jack Bristow has is...ummm (Author is trying to workout what he is doing) ummm...(Author is still not sure) Well, he's drinking a lot of whiskey...(Author gives up and sighs) He's doing something and being damn secretive about it. Well, what ever he's doing, he's not sleeping like most of L.A. Does he sleep at all? Lets see what he's thinking... (Author starts hitting their head against the table in frustration. Jack Bristow is too secretive to even read his thoughts!) Oh, but, wait, we've managed to get a few words: 'Irina, Laura, wife, illusion, love, bitch, need-another-drink.'
Hummm, I wonder what this could mean? I think we're about to find out. Cue puff of smoke. It clears to reveal to figures floating either side of Jack's head. One of them is wearing a white trench coat and black shades; the other is wearing a black trench coat and white shades, making it impossible to tell which is which. So let's just say that the one in the white trench coat is Angel Jack and the one in the black trench coat is Devil Jack.
A.J?: "So you still got Irina on your mind."
D.J?: "Will you hurry up and get over her."
A.J?: "Yeah, Come on Jack. She ripped out your heart, lied, murdered fellow CIA agents and faked her own death."
D.J?: "But it does look like she's changed. And maybe she loves you as much as you..."
Jack: "Love? Did I say that I love her?"
D.J? and A.J? share a look which says 'Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You're not fooling anyone'. Jack glares at them both.
Jack: "So which one of you is good and which one of you is bad?"
D.J?: "You're not the only one with secrets."
A.J?: "And you're not the only one who sends out mixed signals."
Jack (unfazed): "So why are you here?" A.J?&D.J?: "We're here to help you work out your true feelings for your gorgeous-bitch-of-a-lying-still-technically-wife."
Jack (glaring): "And how are you supposed to help me if I don't know who's who?"
A.J? (glaring back at him): "Well, no one know whether or not your good or bad."
D.J?: "And we mirror that."
A.J?: "And we are going to help you whether you like it or not. We know that you need help. We know everything about you."
Jack: "No you don't."
A.J?&D.J?: "Oh yes we do."
Jack: "Really, then tell me if I'm good or bad?"
D.J? and A.J? share a panicked look. They start whispering to each other. Then turn to author for help, which will be no use (Author is rocking backwards and forwards in the corner, muttering under their breath. It looks like trying to understand Jack Bristow was the last straw for their already fragile sanity) They sigh in defeat and Jack smirks in triumph. He pours himself another drink.
A.J?: "Oh, but we know you've been drinking a lot again."
D.J?: "Not a good sign."
Jack: "How do you know I've been drinking a lot? (Sarcastically) Did you read my mind?"
A.J? (Sheepishly): "No we went through you tras..."
D.J?: "But it doesn't matter how we got the information, what matters is that Irina is still having an effect on you."
Jack still looks unfazed and downs his drink.
Jack (in a not bothered tone): "Ok, enlighten me. What should I do?"
A.J?: "She's still technically your wife and you still love her, so forgive her. What's done is done."
D.J?: "Yeah, but if she really loved you back she would have never left in the first place."
A.J?: "Good point. Let her rot in hell."
D.J?: "But she did hand herself in."
A.J?: "And she did seem really sorry."
D.J?: "But it's probably just an act."
A.J?: "Yeah, she'll stab you in the back first chance she gets..."
This 'conversation' carries on for a little while longer. Both of them keep changing their views. One minute they're agreeing, the next they are not. Confused? Cos I am. Jack finally raises his hands to stop them.
Jack (angrily): "Enough! ENOUGH! Be quite both of you. (Swatting them away) I don't need your help."
A.J?&D.J?: "Oooooo, who's all moody first thing in the morning."
And with that, they both disappear in a puff of smoke. Jack sighs and pours another drink. He then picks up his gun and points it at Author.
Jack: "I think you better go to."
Author is now running for Britain, after their superb escape from Jack. Have decided to take a safer victim next time. How about Irina?!?
A/N: Reviews would be great, so hit the button now!!!