Jack and Kate – Worst Fear
This story is set 8 years after "Jack and Kate – Another Chance?"
Chapter 1:
"Ryan, supper!" Kate called from the kitchen.
There was no answer. Ryan's room was upstairs, so sometimes he couldn't hear her calling, or chose to ignore it, Kate wasn't sure which. She climbed the stairs and headed towards her eight year old son's room.
She heard voices coming from his room, remembering that his friends Tommy and Jake had come over earlier to play. She went to his partially closed door and peeked in at the kids who were sprawled on the floor playing Nintendo.
"Yes he did, my daddy saved the world." Ryan bragged.
Kate smiled and leaned back against the doorway to listen, folding her arms across her chest.
Another voice protested, "He did not, he probably just sits behind a desk just like my dad."
Ryan defended Jack again, "Yes he did, my dad is a federal agent, and he saved the President and found a bomb and stopped terists from killing people with a virus, my sister told me so."
Kate made a mental note to talk to Kim; she didn't want her to scare Ryan with stories from their father's past. She didn't want to open that particular can of worms until Ryan was much older.
The two other kids laughed, "So, what, he's like 007?"
Ryan answered, "Yep, and he carries a gun, and he's used it to."
The room went quiet. Kate assumed the kids were listening now. She should interrupt with her "dangers of guns" speech, but didn't.
"My dad is the bravest man ever. Kim said he saved her when she was kidnapped and he can even fly a helicopter."
Kate smiled again, she also thought Jack was the bravest man she ever knew.
The helicopter part must have done it. The kids were finally impressed and wanted to know more. "So, does he have a helicopter?" "Can we ride in it?"
Ryan responded with authority, "No, but he flies the one at work ALL the time and Kim has been on one too."
Since Jack took back his job as director of CTU, he had rarely been asked out into the field, a fact that relieved her immensely. Kate couldn't remember the last time that Jack was called on to fly a helicopter, but she let Ryan continue.
"I'll ask my dad, maybe he can take us flying sometime." Then he pronounced, "I am going to be an agent just like my dad when I grow up."
Alarm bells went off in Kate's head; she loved Jack, but wished that their only son would pick a safer profession. Perhaps his idolization of his father will wane when he enters his teen years. Right now, Ryan thought Jack walked on water. He had become obsessed lately with Jack's job and spent hours asking him questions.
Kate heard a voice downstairs, "Kate, Ryan, I'm home!" It was Jack. She hurried from Ryan's doorway before she was caught listening and went downstairs.
She hugged Jack tightly and said, "I think you need to have a talk with your son. Now he is telling his friends that you're James Bond."
Jack grinned back at her, "Really?" He secretly loved the fact that Ryan thought he was a hero, but Kate's face let him know she was serious.
He relented, "Ok, I'll talk to him." Then he leaned in to kiss her, "I really missed you today."
She kissed him back. "Me too."
The embraced and continued kissing until they heard some giggles and voices on the stairs, "Ewww, gross!"
Ryan ran over and hugged Jack, "Daddy, you're home."
He ruffled Ryan's short blonde hair and said, "Hey, Sport. Hi Tommy, Jake." They looked up at Jack with wide eyes, "Is it true that you know how to fly a helicopter?"
Jack chuckled, "Yes, it is. But I don't fly too much anymore." He looked at Ryan and said, "Time for dinner, Tommy and Jake need to go now."
"Ok, dad." He walked them to the door and Jack heard him say, "See, I told you so."
Eight-year-old Ryan looked remarkably like his father, with similar facial features and mannerisms. Kate thought he looked like a miniature Jack since the only part of him she recognized coming from her was his bright blue eyes. He was tall for his age and already athletic and surprisingly muscular. He excelled at any sport he tried, but was having a hard time with math and spelling in school, something else he had inherited from Jack.
Jack, Kate, and Ryan were in the middle of dinner when the phone rang. Jack got up to answer it.
"Bauer."
He paused, and then responded, "Ok, I'll be there in a few minutes."
Ryan glanced at Jack on the phone, and then asked Kate, "Can I be excused? I'm going to ride my bike a little till it gets dark."
"Sure honey, be careful." Ryan ran off and went out the front door.
Jack listened to the voice on the other end of the phone for a few more minutes, and then hung up and looked apologetically at Kate.
She knew it was CTU, they had been through this many times before. She sighed, "I know, you'll be home soon."
To Be Continued...
Note: It starts a little slow, but I promise it will pick up!
This story is set 8 years after "Jack and Kate – Another Chance?"
Chapter 1:
"Ryan, supper!" Kate called from the kitchen.
There was no answer. Ryan's room was upstairs, so sometimes he couldn't hear her calling, or chose to ignore it, Kate wasn't sure which. She climbed the stairs and headed towards her eight year old son's room.
She heard voices coming from his room, remembering that his friends Tommy and Jake had come over earlier to play. She went to his partially closed door and peeked in at the kids who were sprawled on the floor playing Nintendo.
"Yes he did, my daddy saved the world." Ryan bragged.
Kate smiled and leaned back against the doorway to listen, folding her arms across her chest.
Another voice protested, "He did not, he probably just sits behind a desk just like my dad."
Ryan defended Jack again, "Yes he did, my dad is a federal agent, and he saved the President and found a bomb and stopped terists from killing people with a virus, my sister told me so."
Kate made a mental note to talk to Kim; she didn't want her to scare Ryan with stories from their father's past. She didn't want to open that particular can of worms until Ryan was much older.
The two other kids laughed, "So, what, he's like 007?"
Ryan answered, "Yep, and he carries a gun, and he's used it to."
The room went quiet. Kate assumed the kids were listening now. She should interrupt with her "dangers of guns" speech, but didn't.
"My dad is the bravest man ever. Kim said he saved her when she was kidnapped and he can even fly a helicopter."
Kate smiled again, she also thought Jack was the bravest man she ever knew.
The helicopter part must have done it. The kids were finally impressed and wanted to know more. "So, does he have a helicopter?" "Can we ride in it?"
Ryan responded with authority, "No, but he flies the one at work ALL the time and Kim has been on one too."
Since Jack took back his job as director of CTU, he had rarely been asked out into the field, a fact that relieved her immensely. Kate couldn't remember the last time that Jack was called on to fly a helicopter, but she let Ryan continue.
"I'll ask my dad, maybe he can take us flying sometime." Then he pronounced, "I am going to be an agent just like my dad when I grow up."
Alarm bells went off in Kate's head; she loved Jack, but wished that their only son would pick a safer profession. Perhaps his idolization of his father will wane when he enters his teen years. Right now, Ryan thought Jack walked on water. He had become obsessed lately with Jack's job and spent hours asking him questions.
Kate heard a voice downstairs, "Kate, Ryan, I'm home!" It was Jack. She hurried from Ryan's doorway before she was caught listening and went downstairs.
She hugged Jack tightly and said, "I think you need to have a talk with your son. Now he is telling his friends that you're James Bond."
Jack grinned back at her, "Really?" He secretly loved the fact that Ryan thought he was a hero, but Kate's face let him know she was serious.
He relented, "Ok, I'll talk to him." Then he leaned in to kiss her, "I really missed you today."
She kissed him back. "Me too."
The embraced and continued kissing until they heard some giggles and voices on the stairs, "Ewww, gross!"
Ryan ran over and hugged Jack, "Daddy, you're home."
He ruffled Ryan's short blonde hair and said, "Hey, Sport. Hi Tommy, Jake." They looked up at Jack with wide eyes, "Is it true that you know how to fly a helicopter?"
Jack chuckled, "Yes, it is. But I don't fly too much anymore." He looked at Ryan and said, "Time for dinner, Tommy and Jake need to go now."
"Ok, dad." He walked them to the door and Jack heard him say, "See, I told you so."
Eight-year-old Ryan looked remarkably like his father, with similar facial features and mannerisms. Kate thought he looked like a miniature Jack since the only part of him she recognized coming from her was his bright blue eyes. He was tall for his age and already athletic and surprisingly muscular. He excelled at any sport he tried, but was having a hard time with math and spelling in school, something else he had inherited from Jack.
Jack, Kate, and Ryan were in the middle of dinner when the phone rang. Jack got up to answer it.
"Bauer."
He paused, and then responded, "Ok, I'll be there in a few minutes."
Ryan glanced at Jack on the phone, and then asked Kate, "Can I be excused? I'm going to ride my bike a little till it gets dark."
"Sure honey, be careful." Ryan ran off and went out the front door.
Jack listened to the voice on the other end of the phone for a few more minutes, and then hung up and looked apologetically at Kate.
She knew it was CTU, they had been through this many times before. She sighed, "I know, you'll be home soon."
To Be Continued...
Note: It starts a little slow, but I promise it will pick up!