A/N: I wrote Jack's POV, my mei-mei Jass wrote Fauve's. I salute her for giving me a great deal of insight to Fauve's character. For some reason I seem to need to repeat myself. If you flame, I will send you a politely worded message requesting you never do it again. If you continue, I will take whatever steps I can to make life miserable for you.

Cool wind ruffled Jack's short hair as the truck rumbled down the highway with other cars swooshing past. He tipped his head back and enjoyed the sensation of warm sunshine on his stubble-covered face. Another, gentler heat radiated from the woman at his side. A new song came onto the radio, it seemed Fauve had won the fight to change stations, one that brought back memories of a much happier time.

"There's no tomorrow when love is new,

Now is forever when love is true,

So kiss me and hold me tight,

There's no tomorrow,

There's just tonight."

He sang along quietly with Tony Martin. All he needed was cheap beer and girl in his arms and he would be back in high school, driving to the beach for some late night surfing with his friends.

There was no beer, however... Eyes still closed, he wrapped one arm around Chloe and dragged her closer. She came willing, leaning her head on his shoulder. A smile crept up onto his lips as he smelled the clean scent of her shampoo. No floral scented crap here, just plain soap and something vaguely minty. It completed his daydream.

Him and Chloe, not as the angst-ridden adults they were now, but a high school rebel and his sweetheart on their way to spend the weekend on the beach. The background noise of Tripp's laughter and Fauve's chatter made it all the more real. A feeling of youthful carelessness rose up and with it the desire to laugh out loud for no reason.

Fauve, while happily chattering away at a mile-a-minute pace, was

keeping close tabs on both Chloe and Jack. It was subtle, and no one noticed (least of all the couple currently in question). Tripp was currently in the middle of a ridiculous story that somehow involved four cups of tea and a very excited young woman, with Benny occasionally offering a comment or two.

Fauve nodded as Tripp went on and on, trying her hardest to seem interested. She bristled inside when she noticed in the corner of her eye Jack throwing an arm around Chloe and pulling her close. She still didn't fully trust him. Yes, Chloe seemed practically swooning, (which was something; Chloe did not swoon,) and yes, she was happy for her friend, but that didn't mean she had to completely consent.

In her mind, Jack Bauer still had a heavy debt to repay, and a strong bad image to lose. So far things seemed okay, but as far as Fauve had heard, things never went smoothly when Jack was involved.

With an inaudible sigh, Fauve decided to give the to-be-couple their privacy and returned to trying to live through Tripp's tale.