Disclaimer: It's all Ted and Terry. And Johnny's eunuch jokes.

A/N: Stuff really will pick up a LOT in Chapter 5…hehehe! You have been forewarned!

Ch. 4- Revelations of the Eyes of Singapore

Will sat down on his bed, his mind quietly humming like a machine. Why is everyone acting like a…a…madman! He let himself flop backwards to stare at the ceiling. Memories flashed through his head, and instead of pushing them away in frustration, he let his mind work. Suddenly, the movie stopped as it picked it's point, and Will felt himself focus on the memory. He was going back to just a few minutes ago, as Jack was catching his breath after his laughing fit.

He saw Jack standing up, twisting his pants around. Then, he was at the door, giving his quick salute to a confounded Will. Back in reality, Will felt his stomach jump as he watched the salute again and again. Jack's eyes. Something was there, in Jack's eyes. They were bright…they had glowed. There was something in them that, for an instant, was at the surface, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Will's stomach continued its game of charades until Will couldn't take the frustration anymore and pushed it all out of his mind again.

Just then, Jack entered the room with his usual sauntering gait. This time, however, he was fully clothed in a well-fitted dress shirt and a pair of loose jeans, not to mention his breathing was heavy. Will immediately shot up into a sitting position. Clearing his throat lightly, he nodded at Jack.

"Hi."

"Hey, good, I caught you in time!"

"Ummm…I'm sorry? Was I going somewhere?" Will had a sudden panicked feeling that he'd forgotten something.

"I wasn' sure…so I ran down here as soon as I'd come up with a plan."

"A plan?" Will was even more confused.

"Yeah…" Jack suddenly realized that he hadn't told Will about his idea. "I though' I could bust you outta this…cell!"

"Do I need busting out?" Will asked stupidly.

"Yes, yes, yes, you do, mate." Jack nodded emphatically.

"Ok, how?"

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"Ugh…how, I repeat, how, did you get me into this?"

Will simply grinned in response.

The two were sitting inside of a chilly movie theatre, clutching baseball caps and sunglasses in their laps. Even though the room was, for all intents and purposes, pitch black, Will could tell that Jack was blushing.

"Hey, you told me I could pick any movie…" Will teased, enjoying the sight of Jack squirming.

"…Yes, but I didn't know you liked MY movies so much…" He snapped. Then he muttered to himself "…All those people who claim to be 'fans' just pity me anyway…" He laughed. "They're telling each other that they feel terrible that a man with so much money could be such a dork!"

An elderly woman sitting behind them by the aisle made a shushing sound.

"Nah, they don't all think that." Will confided in a whisper. "My first time really seeing a movie was when I was about 8…and, uh, coincidentally, it was one of yours. You became kind of a hero to me after that."

Jack didn't quite know what to say. He was having difficulty breathing at the moment. He had to say something…it was perfect timing.

Then, suddenly, the old woman shushed again, this time even louder. She spoke to her friend sitting next to her, also an elderly lady, in a voice she must have considered a whisper. "WHY DO PEOPLE TALK SO LOUDLY IN THE MOVIES, MARIANNE?"

Marianne simply shrugged.

Jack looked back to make sure that the elderly women were distracted. The shusher glared at him and then went back to watching the movie. "Will, I…I…" Jack sighed. "I'd, er, better get you back home. Dinnertime will be soon and I'm sure Mr. Head-of-State would notice if you weren't downstairs eating and pretending to worship him. I know he's a stickler for keeping you locked in the house…if he knew you've mysteriously disappeared, we'd both be dead."

Will quickly pulled out his phone and checked the time. "Oh, yeah, you're right." He quietly slid it back into his jeans and put his hat and sunglasses on. "And, hey, thanks for using that crazy Chinese accent to get me out earlier…"

"Ah, no problemo. I pull the 'I no speak good Engrish' card all the time…especially for the wide-eyed stares I get. I mean, they had no idea who we were…" He grinned, then said sarcastically, "That's wha' I call real high-class entertainment!"

Jack donned his hat and sunglasses as he stood up and exited the row with Will right behind him. As they began walking, the elderly woman shushed them again and stomped on Jack's foot. A loud groan escaped his lips. As Will watched incredulously, the woman then hit him in the ribs with a heavy purse. "SHUSH!" she commanded.

They quickly hobbled out of the theatre before the woman could inflict any serious damage. As they made it outside, they flexed their wounded areas. Once it was decided that the injuries weren't long-lasting, they started to walk back towards the White House. "I wish I could stay out longer…this is the first time I've been out for a while and it just feels incredibly short."

Jack nodded absentmindedly. "I know that you need to get out of there more…so I'll figure out some more escape times…deal?" He stuck out his hand.

"Deal!" Will suddenly pulled him into a loose hug. For a second, Jack didn't know what to do. It seemed as though all coherent thoughts had suddenly evaporated. Then, instinctually, he lightly embraced Will back. As soon as it had started, however, the closeness ended.

Coming back to his senses, Jack declared that they really should get back to the house before someone noticed their strange absence. They continued making their way quickly back, with each lost in their own thoughts.

A few moments later, as they approached the house, Jack saw their obstacle: that blasted Secret Service again. They were barely 50 feet away at this point, so there was no turning back. Will had noticed them too, because his eyes were wide and he kept turning towards Jack and jabbing his head in the direction of the guards. What if they recognize me and tell my father? Will's eyes widened with an unspoken terror.

Now they were within speaking distance, so Jack had to think fast. He began to talk in an Indian accent. "Hello Mr. Guard-Man. I am haughty businessman here for dinner with the President Turner."

The guard cocked an eyebrow. "And him?" He pointed to Will.

"Ah yes, my…son."

"Yeah, right. And I'll need to see your invitation Mr…?"

"Aloo Goobi."

"Right."

"You take money instead? You like money?"

The guard scratched his chin in thought, then shrugged.

"Here, you have a twenty…" Jack said, handing the man a one dollar bill and quickly ushering Will inside before the guard could protest.

Once inside, Will turned and gave Jack a wide-eyed "what-the-heck-was-that?" face. "Why, exactly, did you give him a one and call it a twenty?"

Jack's voice was back to normal as quickly as it had changed accents. "Clearly, you've never been to Singapore…"

Yep, I know that not much happened in this chapter, but you just wait 'til the next one…