Authors' Note: alright heres alternate chapter 1, tell me what u think, should i keep going in POV style or go back to third person? also just reviews on the story would be lovely

Chapter 1: Return

Kims' POV

"They found him..." What? They found my father? No hes suppose to be dead! They Told me he was dead! We had a funeral! Everything Hes 6 feet under how can he be found! O this is far too overwhelming!

"He will be back in an hour" No way, they are serious. They found him. Yes i found it a bit odd that they couldnt produce a body, they made up some fable about how they couldnt find it. How could they have just given up on my father like that! I just finally started to accept the fact that he was really dead after 5 years! I hadnt realized i was shaking now, i hung up the phone slowly. Putting my hand over my mouth, breathe, calm down. I lean against the counter starting to feel slightly dizzy.

"Honey? Who was that?" I glance over to Chase, sweet Chase, I love him. Hes been so good to me. Especially after those lying bastards told me my dad had died! When He really was just missing.

"Hes alive..." I say quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. I still contemplate over this though, this cant be real can it? For 5 years though, what the hell had happened during those 5 years? No i cant think aobut that, i hadnt realized i had stopped breathing, then i started to fall backwards, falling into the darkness.

Chases' POV

I was cheerfully enjoying my morning, reading the newspaper before Kim had gotten that call. That call had shakened her up pretty badly, I basically had to jump to prevent her from hitting her head on the floor. Jack was alive. Even I couldnt believe that. I mean 5 years ago, that person from the army came, and told us the dreadful news. It was 5 years since Jacks' funeral. And now they had found him? I know how much Jack ment to Kim, and this is overwhelming for me, so I could only imagine her feelings. I carry her over to the couch, laying her down, kissing her forehead lightly.

I head back to the kitchen grabbing the phone. I dial CTU and make the preparations needed for Jacks' return. Tony had answered the phone. He knew now too, along with his wife Michelle. They both wanted to come over when they brought Jack home, to make him feel welcome. So I invited them over for a little welcoming home party. I think Jack would like that. I mean Tony had been close friends with Jack, as far as I could tell at least. They both were very fond of Jack, as Jack was fond of them. Though I didnt exactly know the condition of which Jack was in, I just assumed he would propably like that, it would propably make him feel more at home, I hope at least.

Soldier's POV(one of the men that found Jack)

My squad had just taken over an unknown labor camp, just outside the city limits of Baghdad. We were searching the area for fallen prisoners when we found him in a hole in the ground, propably used for those who disobeyed the people who ran the place. He cowered away from us at first, but we eventually were able to coax him out and into our care. He seemed like an injuried animal, he acted like one at least, like a wounded dog that had just learned that he had done a wrong thing for his master. Who ever this man was he seemed fimilar somehow.

We finger printing this man, only after that we realized, this was Jack Bauer. One we thought to be dead. He was as good as dead in this state I thought at least. He was a mere shadow of what he had been. Most of his weight had gone, he was all skin and bone. His clothing was just rags, the pants he had on were just barely staying on, they were far too large for his state of being, propably when they had first brought him there they would have fit him, but now, they were loose and he tied them tightly with a rugged piece of thick rope. The shirt was the same way. Both pieces of clothing had holes in it, and were very dirty. His skin was unnaturally pale, even for a fair skinned person like himself, and he had numerous new scars along his body. He seemed truely afraid of us, even when we were able to coax him out, he didnt say a word. He just shaked keeping his arms wrapped tightly around himself, around his ribs. We suspected his ribs were broken, by the way he was walking and breathing, but he wouldnt let us touch him. He flinched everytime one of us tried to go near him. We had finally gotten him to the base, still he did not say a word. He had a number tattooed into his neck, We propably figured it was a way of IDing the prisoners, though at the time We had the place taken over most of the prisoners had escaped, everyone but Jack. I wondered if he could still talk even. The doctors at the base had to sedat him to get him cleaned up and examined.

When he came around he found himself in a new place, first he panicked, he hadnt said a word yet, but was showing signs of panic through his actions. I was lucky enough to be the one to escort him back to the united states were able to calm him down, I kept telling him he was safe. I called him Jack, though it seemed he hadnt responded to his name. I sort of pitied him, for I did know the legacy of which was Jack Bauer, the one that had taken down terrorists at CTU, and had done the impossible on the army missions. The man before me, was a mere shadow of his former self. If it were not for the hard facts, I would not have believed this man cowering at their mere presences, not even making eye contact with me, was in fact Jack Bauer.

Jacks POV

They had just arrived me to a new place, a place they called CTU. They said I had worked there before. They were going to drop me off at my old job enviroment, where my 'daughter' and 'son-in-law' worked also. They would take me from there. They lead me into the conference room, and left me there. I just sat there silently, wondering where I was, but too afraid to look around. I knew the name of this place, but I wasnt sure if they were lying to me or not. They could be just as bad as my captors. Whom of which they tell me are dead now, I dont know what to feel. I had grown so dependant of them, though they treated me like shit. I knew they treated me like shit, but it was like I could do nothing about it, if i did theyd beat me up, and throw me in that hole for a week or two. O how I hated that mud hole, thats where they found me. I thought the captors had came back to teach me another lesson, a lesson i didnt require anyways. I knew the punishment of being curious far too well. I knew the punishment of speaking out of turn, also far too well, and that is why I stayed silent the whole time. I had forgotten my former life, the life of Jack Bauer as they tell me, I had apparently even forgotten my name. My name and former life was useless to me. I hadnt needed if after they had captured me. They gave me a new name. They had even tattooed me new name on me neck, in blue. They broke my spirit time and time again, until there was no more spirit to break. I still believed was was at the camp, the one that I had lived at for 5 years, they tell me. Its kind of hard to believe them, I dont trust anyone anymore. The one they had taken me to after that day, the day of the mission, thats when I lost my trust in any human being. I hardly remembers the mission even anymore, just the screams, the screams, that haunted me every night, until I stopped sleeping, stopped remembering, forgetting everything was the only way I would survive. All I needed to know what how to survive.

"Father?" I hear a female voice. I knows Im the only one in the room so she must be talking to me. The men on the plane had told me of his former life to pass the time. I didnt budge, I just continued stared at the floor mindlessly, rubbing my ribs with my arms that were still tightly wrapped around my mid-section. The one called Kim moved to me, she knelt down in front of me, looking into my eyes. I finally dared to take my eyes off the floor and look into my daughters' eyes, only to find myy hadnt known her, she was a stranger to him. He just stared at her, saying nothing.

"Everything will be fine" She said, slowly moving her hand to his knee, placing it there. I did not cower from her this time. I sensed she was right, I sensed the good in her presense, it was a nice feeling after just wicked people from day to day. Though she was basically a stranger too me, I felt as though he had known her for years, even though I had, I still felt like I was meeting her for the first time. I continued to stare, trying to remember my past life, the life I had before they captured me. I felt that she was right, I hoped she was at least. I had been in captivity for so long, I felt a mixture of feelings once they said I was free. Freedom, I had been trying to gain my freedom for so long, my hope that I would succeed was taken after a year or so. Freedom became a lost cause, something that I knew I would never be able to have again, and with that loss of hope was the beginnings of the loss of the true Jack Bauer. The memory of me was fading, my past life was slipping from me like the hope of ever being free again was.

But now I was free, now that I had gotten what I sought after for 5 years now. I need to make things right, I need to get myself back. Ive been lost for so long. I need to come back. I hope I can come back. I want things to return to normal. I need things to return to normal, after all that has happened. I remember now though, a little at least. I remember saying good bye to her. She was silently begging me not to go, I could see it in her eyes. I told her id be back before she knew it, but I wasnt. I am back now, she has lived to believe I was dead for 5 years now. 5 years of mine, and everyone around me 's life that we could never get back. I felt tears threatening my eyes. Im so glad to be back, to be free!

"Im sorry..." I mumble, my voice cracks. I remembered just then I had spent the last 2 weeks in silence, in that mud hole, before they had gotten me out and I also hadnt spoken the whole way back. I couldnt, I didnt know it was real. I didnt know it was real until I saw her face, I heard her voice. O god Kim Im back, and Im so sorry.