I really hoped you liked Morris's view on the past…and now Chloe's!
Past (childhood-end of season 5) Chloe
I grew up in Chicago. My parents, well, the really were never around. They traveled around the country working. I think that's why I fell for Morris so quickly. When I was growing up, the maids would take care of me. My parents sent me gifts thinking that it would make up for them being gone all of the time. It got really lonely. The maids spoke little English. I spent a lot of time in my room figuring out different things I could make my computer do.
I had some friends. Although, I really was never close with any of them. I was just happy being on my computer. I think it was pretty obvious who I was in high school. I joined track sophomore year though. I always liked to run even though you couldn't see it. Running was a way to escape the thoughts of my parents and how lonely I was. Track was good for me.
I joined CTU-Chicago right after I graduated college. It wasn't the best job in the world, but I was able to get the training I needed. I was young, and fresh out of school. My job basically consisted of filing complaints into the computer system and ranking them with 'colored flags'. At that time, I had level one clearance. It was low. Our director noticed the pace I was working at, and after a year, he promoted me. I became a low level analyst with level three clearance. That wasn't even fulfilling, but I was more than happy to be out of the basement and actually on the floor.
Working as an analyst was more exciting. We had gotten a new director who instantly asked me to transfer to CTU-Los Angeles, the main CTU. I was thrilled to be transferred there. L.A. is so much different than Chicago. I was glade to leave the maids behind and start fresh.
Although I had only level two clearance when I first started in L.A., being there made me so happy. I was finally put together with other analysts who shared the same passions and were the best at what they did. I instantly befriended Jack Bauer. I helped save him during my first twenty-four hour day. That day was my ultimate high.
As I continued working there, I kept getting promoted until I was the head of the analyst department. I was twenty-six when they promoted me. That was when I met Morris O'Brian. Morris was interesting and awkward. You could tell he wasn't the one that would commit. His British accent totally turned me on. I instantly fell head over heals for him. It took him forever to ask me out. Every time I would talk to him, I would blush, so I covered it up by being blunt.
Our first date was so awkward. I am used to awkward situations considering I cause most of them. But, he asked me out again. He was so romantic and sweet. Each time we went out, I became more comfortable and I fell in love with him.
He proposed to me. I took me to the same restaurant where we had our first date. He had preordered an extremely nice champagne and he had even put rose petals on our table. It was so romantic. I said yes, because I was so madly in love with him. I think it surprised him that I said yes, but I did. He planned our wedding. I wasn't really interested on all of that stuff. He had organized a small wedding. It was romantic and comfortable. He even amazed me with getting my parents to come.
Our marriage ended and quickly as it started. When Bill Buchanan laid off twenty analysts, Morris started going to local bars and bringing the paper looking for a job. It didn't bother me, since I was still trying to advance my career. However, Morris was starting to come home so drunk. That bothered me. Towards the very end of our marriage, he would come home reeking of alcohol at two a.m. I stopped caring that he could hear me cry myself to sleep in the guest bedroom. He smelled so bad that I couldn't lay next to him. Finally deciding to leave him was the hardest things I've ever had to do.
Tony and Michelle had been telling me to be strong. They had become a huge support system for me, especially because we were three of the four people who knew Jack was still alive. I packed up and left crashing at Tony and Michelle's until I could find my own place I sent the divorce papers the next day.
When I saw him in court, I knew he was no longer an alcoholic. He had gotten two jobs to support himself. I was happy to see he was getting the help he needed. I still loved him, but I could never trust him again. The divorce was fast. Michelle has come over that night with pizza and ice cream. I cried all night long. I was heartbroken and betrayed. I felt alone even with one of my closest friends right beside me trying to comfort me without much luck.
I had to call him. The country needed his expertise. Jack needed him, and I even needed him although I couldn't admit it to myself at the time. I was relieved that Bill gave me the clearance to bring him in. My closest friends died that day. Even President Palmer was shot. That day was the most horrid, graphic, miserable day of my life. When I finally convinced Morris to come I was so nervous. I was the one to leave him.
He came in, and when the crisis was over, I allowed him to take to back to his apartment. He wrapped me in one of his mother's blankets. He made two mugs of his amazing hot cocoa.
Morris set his mug down as I held mine. I allowed myself to cuddle with him. He rubbed my back as I started to grieve the loses of my closest friends. I shoved my head into his shoulders and cried. He continued rubbing my back, and I was so thankful for that. I was so glade that I didn't have to be alone.