A/N - This story is a different version of my fanfic "Avenger". It starts on the day of the main events of that story (the 21st anniversary of Day Three), and the events that took place in Avenger before that day took place in this story, but this story has a very different conclusion. It's basically one of the ideas that i had for the ending of Avenger and I decided to write it. As usual, Alex is my OC, and most of the other characters are the property of Fox. The story begins at 10.00am on the 21st anniversary, which in the original Avenger is early on in Chapter Two.
10.00am, a derelict warehouse in Los Angeles - 21st anniversary of Day Three
Alex chucked the phone onto the table and sat down. Jane seemed to have vanished without a trace, and he was getting impatient, knowing that the longer their captives remained alive, the greater their chances of survival. He gazed absent mindedly across at the trio and his eyes met with Kim's and, for the tiniest moment, he felt a connection to her. Pushing all thoughts of such bonds out of his mind, he stood up to greet Jane when she arrived at the warehouse.
"Is everything ready?", Alex enquired, in regards to the plan to dispose of the bodies once the captives had been killed.
"100 percent", Jane replied, a look of relief on her face. She hadn't expected her plan to require a lot of the procedures it had needed, and she was now mentally preparing herself to become a killer, to avenge her father. Although she would never condone his actions in his final hours, she still loved him adn felt a great loss when he was shot dead inside CTU.
"I'll be back in a couple of hours", Alex said. He planned to go to the Internet cafe he ran and take some money out of the safe, thinking it best to lie low somewhere after the deed had been done. Although he knew that he and Jane had been extremely careful not to leave any forensic clues, there were people, places and money trails that could be their downfall, and he knew that he had to consider his actions carefully, like a chess player.
10.15am, a road in Los Angeles - 21st anniversary of Day Three
Minutes later, and Alex was literally at a crossroads, both physically and mentally. To turn left would be to carry out the plan, to turn right would be to get the hell out of Los Angeles and leave Jane to sort out her own mess. Instead, Alex drove straight ahead and never looked back.
10.20am, FBI headquarters, Los Angeles - 21st anniversary of Day Three
Leslie was sat in the conference room sipping from a cup of coffee. Deeply worried for Jack, she couldn't help but imagine what sort of situation he was in. She had heard all about his ordeals over the years, and they had thought that his past was now buried and gone for good, but now old wounds were being slit open and she was concerned that Jack would be badly affected by this whole situation.
10.15am, a Internet cafe, Santa Monica - 21st anniversary of Day Three
Mary, one of Alex's employees, was busy questioning him as he was taking money and documents out of the safe.
"Where have you been, Alex?", she enquired, both curious and worried although she knew that he didn't have to answer that.
"I made a mistake, and I right now I need to do all that I can to correct that mistake", Alex replied, deciding to be somewhat honest.
"Mistake, Alex? You in trouble with the authorities?", Mary asked.
"In a way, yes, but don't worry about it, OK?", he assured her as he walked out of the cafe. Leaning against the frame of the door, Mary watched as Alex drove off. She knew him fairly well, and the two were good friends, but this secrecy and strange behaviour was very out of character for Alex and she was worried for him.
10.30am, a derelict warehouse in Los Angeles - 21st anniversary of Day Three
Jane was busy sorting out the CTU documents she had bought from a source within the FBI. As she came to the file about her father, she paused and opened the file slowly and with respectful reverance, as if doing so was respectful towards her father. She looked at his photograph and remembered the father he had been when she was child, the parent she had loved and the man she had adored. After a while, she closed the file just as she opened it and turned her head to look at the captives. Noticing that they were all asleep, she sighed and sat down.
10.40am, a house in Los Angeles - 21st anniversary of Day Three
Jamey kicked in the door of Jane's house, and entered along with a number of other FBI agents. They searched the apartment, looking for any evidence that linked Jane to the disappearances of Chloe O'Brien and the two Bauers. As she searched a messy table, she came across two photographs. One was of a dark-haired man with brown eyes, who looked like he was in his fourties. The other was a younger woman, with dark brown hair, angular features and blue eyes. Both of the pictures looked fairly old, which told Jamey that these people were probably a few decades older by now. She decided to take the pictures back to the FBI and see if Leslie could identify them.
11.00am, FBI headquarters, Los Angeles - 21st anniversary of Day Three
Her hunch had been correct. Leslie had immediately identified the pair as Stephen Saunders and Nina Myers, and informed her that both had died exactly 21 years ago, and that both had links to Jack Bauer. Nina had been a CTU agent at one time, but had been working for terrorists and had murdered Jack's wife when she was attempting to escape after her cover had been blown. Saunders was a man known to the FBI, and Leslie didn't know anything new about him.
"This has to have something to do with the events of that day, doesn't it?", Leslie enquired. She wondered what Jane's exact motives were. Saunders had been killed by the widow of a CTU agent, not by Jack, so why target him?
"If you ask me, I bet it does. We're still looking through items seized from Jane Saunder's house, so we might uncover something else". As Jamey spoke, Howard came into the room, a wide grin on his face.
"I've just uncovered something which I think will be more than relevant to this investigation". Jamey and Leslie listened intently.
"17th September 2002, Nina Myers is admitted to the prison hospital at Valley State Prison. At 4.00pm that day, she gave birth to a boy, Alexis Myers. Ms Myers was asked who the father was, but she declined to say, and also asked that noone at CTU was to know about the child. The kid was brought up in Boston by his aunt. I have found evidence, such as a driver's licence, that indicates that an Alex Myers, sharing the same birth date, is living in Los Angeles. I believe that Alexis and Alex are one and the same", Howard looked pleased with himself as he revealed this information."He apparently owns an Internet cafe in Santa Monica. I've sent a couple of FBI agents over there to check it out".
"There's no need to, I took everything out of the safe already", a voice coming from near the door of the conference room said, catching the attention of everyone in the room. Jamey looked at the young man with confusion, before realising just who it was.
"Alex Myers?", she queried, to which Alex replied with a nod, before approaching the table and placing the documents and money he had taken out of the safe down onto it.
"I assume you have some sort of agenda, coming here and brazenly introducing yourself?", Leslie spoke up. She knew who Nina Myers was, and she wasn't about to look weak or upset in front of Nina's son.
"My only agenda is to make sure Jack Bauer, Kim Bauer and Chloe O'Brien are all safely rescued from Jane Saunders. I know where they are, and I admit to helping with the kidnappings. I only ask for one thing in return, immunity. Grant me that, and I will help you as much as possible, including testifying against Jane Saunders", Alex explained, hoping that this was the best way to correct the mistake. George Berkeley, who had been listening at the door spoke up.
"Fair enough, Alex. Are you gonna tell us where to find them?", he queried.
"I'll direct you to them. Jane is expecting me back there shortly, and I think I may have a way of ending this whole situation without bloodshed", Alex said.
11.15am, a road in Los Angeles - 21st anniversary of Day Three
Alex was driving back to the warehouse with two FBI SUVs following close behind. Jamey, who was in the passenger seat of Alex's car, passed him a comm unit.
"Put this in your ear. We'll be able to hear everything you say, as well as being able to communicate directly with you", she explained.
11.35am, a derelict warehouse in Los Angeles - 21st anniversary of Day Three
As Alex walked back into the warehouse, he noticed that the three captives were now awake, much to his relief. Leslie had asked him to make a certain comment that would tell Jack that help was on its way. Standing close to the trio, Alex slowly picked up the one gun that he and Jane had and examined it.
"You know what, Jack? It's been a pleasure meeting you. Almost a shame to have to kill you, though. You remind me of my uncle Ira", Alex commented, fully aware that the Uncle Ira he was referring to was actually Leslie's uncle, and that she had once told Jack how she reminded her of her favourite uncle.
"Jane, how many bullets do we have?", Alex questioned, as he took out the magazine as if to check the bullets.
"We should have enough in the gun", Jane replied and, as soon as Jane wasn't looking at him, he dropped the magazine on the floor, which had the desired consequence of the bullets rolling across the warehouse floor.
"Fuck, they've gone everywhere!", Alex cursed as he bent down to retrieve the magazine and, as he watched Jane chase after a couple of bullets, he whispered to the FBI agents listening in via the comm unit.
"I think nows a good time to come in", Alex said, keeping his eyes on Jane.
Minutes later, a bunch of FBI agents stormed into the building, guns at the ready.
"FBI! Get down on the ground, now! Both of you!", an agent yelled. Both Jane and Alex laid down on their stomachs, with their hands on their heads. Alex looked sideways towards Jane, and saw the confusion evident on her face. As they were handcuffed and brought to their feet, a FBI agent untied the three captives. Standing up, Jack rubbed his aching wrists, before looking over at his kidnappers with a mix of anger and confusion. As Jane was taken out of the building, Jack approached Alex, roughly grabbing him around the neck.
"If you've hurt her, I will kill you", he growled at the shocked Alex.
"I haven't hurt her, Jack, she's outside. She went to the FBI", Alex replied, hoping to calm Jack down.
"And how do you know this?", Jack questioned him.
"Theres a comm unit in my ear. I went to the FBI as well", Alex told him, and Jack thought about this for a while, before loosening his grip on Alex. He looked in Alex's ear and was relieved to see the aforementioned comm unit. He walked outside, and saw his girlfriend for the first time in hours.
"Jack! I'm so glad you're OK!", Leslie said as they embraced each other.
"Yeah, I am. Kim and Chloe are both OK, too", Jack replied, a huge grin on his face. As Alex was brought out of the warehouse and put in one of the SUVs, he saw Jack and Leslie reunite, and realised that he had made the right choice.