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Here is chapter 13! !
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Chapter Thirteen: Thinking of her.
Tony franticly threw open door after door, constantly searching for Michelle. The corridors were empty, for everyone was either outside, or on their way to an exit.
"Michelle!" he called out, turning a corner into another hallway. To his horror, smoke was issuing from underneath a door a few metres away.
Running over, he pushed the door open. A cloud of the unidentified smoke billowed from the doorway, filling the corridor in seconds.
"Michelle!" he shouted again, trying to see through the fog. He could see a figure in the far corner, curled up against the wall.
The smoke was becoming thicker, almost making it impossible to see.
He continued to yell her name, whilst trying to navigate his way without hitting anything. Unwillingly, he had to stop. The smoke had reached his lungs, making it difficult to breath.
"We need to seal the doors!" Chloe explained to Jack once they were both outside. To her surprise, Jack shook his head.
"No, not until Tony get's back with Michelle."
She tried to reason with him. "Don't judge me, I like Tony and Michelle, but if there is a poisonous gas in there that gets out, it could reach the entire population of Los Angeles."
He sighed, making an on-the-spot decision.
"Give them two minutes."
She nodded, before setting a timer for an automatic door lock.
The smoke still compromising his breathing, Tony picked Michelle up in his arms, and exited the room into the corridor.
He could see the way out of the building... yet it was past a set of stairs, another hallway and the bullpen. The realisation hit him.
He wasn't going to make it.
Michelle stirred in his arms, looking up at him.
"You came back for me..."
"Did you expect me to leave you?" he replied "When you have helped me through today more than anyone else."
Tears started to run down her cheeks. Placing her hand at the back of his neck, she kissed him passionately. His mind span, unsure of what to do. Coming to a conclusion, he kissed her back.
If he was going to die here, he wanted to die with her.
"They have one minute!" Chloe informed Jack.
"Can you give them more time?"
She shook her head "No. Once the timer has been set, you can't change it."
Jack cursed under his breath. He knew they wouldn't make it in time. To Chloe's shock, Jack started to run inside the building, but she caught his arm.
"There's no point of all three of you dying!"
Just as he was about to argue, his phone rang.
"Bauer." He answered, trying not to sound angry.
"Jack, it's David Palmer." The familiar voice greeted.
"Mr President, I appreciate you calling, yet we have an emergency right now. Can you call back-"
"I'm sorry Jack, but I need to speak to you in person as soon as possible. I'm on my way to Los Angeles now. I'll meet you at CTU in half an hour."
After saying goodbye, Jack hung up. Half of his mind was focused on the situation at hand, and the other half was asking why the President wanted to see him as soon as possible.
"Leave me." Michelle said suddenly "Leave me; get out of here while you can."
Tony shook his head "No. I'm not leaving you. We stay together."
Despite her lack of energy, she smiled.
"You were always like this. You don't remember, but once, after another hectic day at CTU, we were both arrested." She continued "You offered to take all the blame yourself. You were going to, yet I stopped you. If we were going to prison, we were going together."
He looked her in the eye, and time seemed to pause for both of them.
"The only regret I have is that I can't remember my life with you."
Tears ran down her face as her eyes closed slowly. After a minute, they were both unconscious on the cold floor of the CTU bullpen, as the doors closed with them still inside.
They lay next to one another, their hands joined by pure coincidence.
Not even death could tear them apart.
A woman was sat next to a young man, who must have been in his late teens. They both had tanned skin, but whilst his hair was dark and slightly curly, hers was a light brown, and she wore it long and wavy down to her shoulders. The woman was older than the man, and looked upon him with love that only a mother held.
"It's ok..." she assured him calmly.
He rubbed his eyes, which were still producing tears.
"No, it's not."
"There was nothing you could do for him." She said, still in her peaceful, accented voice.
"Yes there was," he replied shakily "Alex was... I could have..."
His mother hugged him as she muttered soothing words to him in Spanish, before speaking again.
"You did nothing wrong, Antonio. You followed your orders, that's all."
"Maybe I need to break the rules more often."
She looked him directly in his brown eyes.
"Don't cry, mi hijo. You know it hurts me to see you cry."
"What do I do now?" he questioned "My best friend is gone, and I know I could have stopped it."
She thought for a minute before she replied.
"Usted guarda el luchar. Incluso cuando usted ha perdido."
A pain shot through Tony's head as he, to his surprise, started to regain consciousness. With a lot of effort, he opened his eyes. The world moved by itself… yet it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him.
He was lying on a gurney, which was being wheeled quickly along a corridor. His entire body hurt as Tony was taken to the hospital's emergency room.
Through hazy vision, he looked around, searching for a certain individual. Before he could find her, he drifted into unconsciousness once again, always thinking of Michelle.
Sorry if I got the Spanish bits wrong, but I don't speak Spanish very well... at all.
By the way, the internet says that 'Mi hijo' means 'My son' and you will find out what Usted guarda el luchar. Incluso cuando usted ha perdido means in a later chapter.
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