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Jan 12, 2013

Interrogation Techniques part 2 - 24 AU - All audiences

I was fiddling around with this idea while writing the first "version", so I decided to do this one too.

It's still an "Alternate Universe" to 24 and it starts out the same as the first one I wrote, so no, you're not suffering from déjà-vu, the Matrix has not been changed!!!

Just messing about with the characters out of their "reality" and having fun writing, so please don't shoot the messenger. Any comments will be greatly appreciated, as long as they are put in respectful ways.

Have fun!





Interrogation techniques – Part Deux.

He was getting tired of this.
They had been at it for hours and yet the suspect hadn’t uttered a word. Not even a sound, despite everything they had already done to him. Even Burke wasn’t getting anywhere.
The man just simply wouldn’t talk.
He was in agony, that much was certain.

Jack lost his temper suddenly and he lashed out, his fist colliding solidly with the man’s jaw.
More than once!
A split lip, a bloody nose and a cut brow later, Burke managed to pull him off with the help of two guards and they manhandled him out of the room to let him cool down. Burke went back in to keep an eye on the suspect while the guards ‘escorted’ Jack out of the building for some fresh air. When they finally let go of him, Jack turned, drew his gun and shot one of them in the leg for twisting his arm that hard. He turned the gun on the other, leveling it with his head.

“You,” he snarled, “are fired. Get the hell out of here before I change my mind.”

The guard swallowed hard but backed away without a word. He slipped back into the building, running into the doctor who went out, holding something hidden behind his back.

“Jack,” he said quietly, “let me help you.”

“What with?” Jack snarled, wondering if he should holster his weapon or not.

“To calm down. I have something that will help.”
He took a small step forward.
Carefully.
“Will you let me help you?”

“That depends.”

The doctor brought his arm forward, producing a can from behind his back.
“I think you could use this.”
For a long moment, Jack’s eyes remained glued to the can, but then the doctor drew his attention away from it.
“You can have it if you promise to be calm.”

“I promise.” Jack replied softly.

“Then put your gun away.”

He did and accepted the can.
It was cold.
Ice–cold.
He snapped it open and put it to his lips, taking a long swig from it.

“Not too greedy, Jack,” the doctor warned, “you know what happens when you get greedy.”

Jack emptied the can in long but slow gulps after what he handed the empty can back to the doctor for him to ‘dispose of the evidence’.

“This is our little secret, now isn’t it Jack?”
He nodded.
“Now, go back inside and be a little more civilized.”

Again he nodded.
The beer had already given him a pleasant buzz and he felt better.
Lighter.
He went back inside and went straight into the interrogation room.

“Burke, I wanna do this my way. Go get my kit.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go!”
Burke stopped the IV and shut off his equipment, pushed up and left the room.
“You’re gonna wish you never met me.” Jack snarled to his suspect.
Moments later, Burke came back with a large suitcase which he put on the table in the corner.

“What do you want to start with?” Burke asked, opening the case.

“Sensory deprivation.” Jack stated, eyeing his suspect.

Burke opened the case and got out of the way as Jack pulled up a chair in front of the table.
He sat on it and rummaged through the case, locating the goggles and headphones he needed.
He selected the music and strobe-program he wanted to use and put the goggles on, flipping the lid open so he could still see something. Then he put the headphones on and reached for the switch.
He eyed his prisoner again.
The cold stare was met by one of panic.

“Jack.” Burke said softly.

“Hush.”

He flicked both switches to the on position and flipped the lid on the goggles down, letting the stroboscopic light do its devastating work. The music screamed through the headphones and he braced.
It hurt.
Badly.
He gripped the armrests tightly, thrashing about on the chair but unable to get away from the impulses he was subjected to. He gasped frequently but it wasn’t until the gasps were replaced by soft sobs and a whispered plea that the headphones and goggles came off. Eyes puffed and red, wet with tears, ears buzzing with the remnants of the loud music.

“Talk to me!” Jack yelled to the suspect.

He got a scared look back, but no answer.
He reached for a syringe and filled it, then walked over to the suspect and emptied the syringe into his arm.
Seconds later, the pain shot through his body and he gasped, clutched his fists and clenched his jaws, squeezing his eyes shut, breathing in rapid gusts.
When the pain faded, Jack got back in the man’s face.

“Talk to me you piece of shit.”

Still no reply.

He filled the syringe again and emptied it without hesitation.
Again the drug caused pain, practically unbearable pain but the suspect refused to talk to him.
He was breathing hard, barely able to suck enough oxygen into his lungs to stay conscious.
A third time, the drug was injected into the bloodstream.
A third time, the pain gripped him and nearly tore him apart from within.
Still no reply.

Jack couldn’t believe this guy.
He was panting and his heart was pounding in his chest.
He was in pain, that much was certain.
But yet he refused to cooperate.
How much more would he take?

He changed his approach and picked a stun gun next.
The upper arm always worked well.
The electric current shot through his body and he gasped in pain, throwing his head back and clenching his teeth to keep from crying out. When the current faded, he gasped for air, dropping his head to his chest, breathing hard.
He was sweating which only increased the effect of the stun gun, so Jack hit him again.
Once more, the muscles tensed and he threw his head back in agony.
Once more, he refused to cooperate.
Jack continued, changing the location, hitting his chest next.
He hit his chest four more times without result.

When he turned the stun gun to his neck, Burke moved away.
He quietly punched in a number on the phone by the wall and hoped to god it would be answered quickly.

“Buchanan.”

“It’s Burke, I need you in interrogation three.”

“I’m on my way.”

Burke went back to stand by Jack.
Jack hit his neck again.
The pain was impossible to bear and he gasped in pain, squeezing his eyes shut, feeling every muscle in his body scream for the abuse to stop. The abuse would only stop when he started answering the questions.

Just as he was about to hit him again, the intercom buzzed and Bill’s voice came over the speaker.

“Jack, can I speak with you?”

Jack put the stun gun down on the table, making sure the suspect couldn’t reach it and left the room.
He closed the door and looked up at Bill, a little ticked off because he was being interrupted in his interrogation.
It had better be important.

“Jack, what’s going on?”

“He’s not talking to me.”

“I gathered that much.”

“I’ve tried everything I could think of, he’s a tough one to break.”

“Jack,” Bill said quietly, “do you know why he’s not talking to you?”

“Well … he’s a bad guy and I’m a good guy and bad guys don’t talk to good guys.” Jack blabbered.

“No, Jack, that’s not why he’s not talking to you.” Bill sighed.

“But …”

“Jack, the reason he’s not talking to you …” Bill hung his head and shook it slowly, “… the torture …”

“What about it?” Jack asked, unsure of what Bill was trying to say.

“You’re supposed to do that to him, not to yourself.”

Jack was flabbergasted.
No wonder the guy wasn’t cooperating.

“Have you been drinking again?”
The accusation lay heavy on his voice.
Jack hardly dared to meet his eyes.
How come Bill always knew?
“Come on, let’s get you to the clinic,” Bill sighed, “you need to lie down.”


Interrogation Techniques - 24 AU - All audiences

Okay, now this story is something of a spin-off if you wish.
It's based on 24 and its characters, but I've added a twist, so don't shoot me at once for "messing Jack up".
It was an experiment and I really like how it worked out, twisted as it is.


I hope you'll enjoy the read and I'd love to hear your thoughts/comments on it.

Thank you.





Interrogation techniques.


He was getting tired of this.
They had been at it for hours and yet the suspect hadn’t uttered a word. Not even a sound, despite everything they had already done to him. Even Burke wasn’t getting anywhere.
The man just simply wouldn’t talk.
He was in agony, that much was certain.

Jack lost his temper suddenly and he lashed out, his fist colliding solidly with the man’s jaw.
More than once!
A split lip, a bloody nose and a cut brow later, Burke managed to pull him off with the help of two guards and they manhandled him out of the room to let him cool down. Burke went back in to keep an eye on the suspect while the guards ‘escorted’ Jack out of the building for some fresh air. When they finally let go of him, Jack turned, drew his gun and shot one of them in the leg for twisting his arm that hard. He turned the gun on the other, leveling it with his head.

“You,” he snarled, “are fired. Get the hell out of here before I change my mind.”

The guard swallowed hard but backed away without a word. He slipped back into the building, running into the doctor who went out, holding something hidden behind his back.

“Jack,” he said quietly, “let me help you.”

“What with?” Jack snarled, wondering if he should holster his weapon or not.

“To calm down. I have something that will help.”
He took a small step forward.
Carefully.
“Will you let me help you?”

“That depends.”

The doctor brought his arm forward, producing a can from behind his back.
“I think you could use this.”
For a long moment, Jack’s eyes remained glued to the can, but then the doctor drew his attention away from it.
“You can have it if you promise to be calm.”

“I promise.” Jack replied softly.

“Then put away your gun.”

He did and accepted the can.
It was cold.
Ice–cold.
He snapped it open and put it to his lips, taking a long swig from it.

“Not too greedy, Jack,” the doctor warned, “you know what happens when you get greedy.”

Jack emptied the can in long but slow gulps after what he handed the empty can back to the doctor for him to ‘dispose of the evidence’.

“This is our little secret, now isn’t it, Jack?”
He nodded.
“Now, go back inside and be a little more civilized.”

Again he nodded.
The beer had already given him a pleasant buzz and he felt better.
Lighter.
He went back inside and went straight into the interrogation room.

“Burke, I wanna do this my way. Go get my kit.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go!”

Burke stopped the IV and shut off his equipment, pushed up and left the room.

“You’re gonna wish you never met me.” Jack snarled to his suspect.
Moments later, Burke came back with a large suitcase which he put on the table in the corner.

“What do you want to start with?” Burke asked, opening the case.

“Sensory deprivation.” Jack stated, eyeing his suspect.

Burke pulled out a pair of blackened goggles and put them on the suspect, blinding him completely. Next he put headphones on his ears and nodded to Jack. The suspect was ready to begin.
Jack walked over to the control panel and chose the music he wanted to use after what he switched it on, setting the volume to the loudest possible.
Seconds later, the suspect began to writhe about, his hearing assaulted by the extremely loud music in his ears. He shook his head, trying to get the headphones off, but that wouldn’t do. Next Jack threw another switch, turning on the goggles, which were in fact two tiny little screens on which a video played. The video that went along with the music he had chosen started up and the suspect yanked on his arms, trying to break free.
The volume was so high Jack and Burke could easily hear it as well and Jack started to dance, humming along until the chorus line came up.
He sang the chorus along at the top of his voice.

“You know I’m bad, I’m bad, you know it, you know it.”

Burke sat quietly, trying not to react. Even when Jack started moonwalking around the room. It had taken him a lot of practice to not react when Jack used his own torture techniques.
They were – to say the least – unique.
After an hour of the sensory torture, Jack shut off the music and the video, removed the goggles and headphones and got in his suspect’s face again. The man was sweating and breathing hard, his eyes puffed and red, his cheeks wet with his tears.

“Talk to me!” Jack yelled.
Still no reply.
“Burke, strip him.”

Burke got up and picked up a pair of scissors after what he started to cut the suspect’s clothes off him.
Jack went over to the case, hesitating which of the items to use.
He eventually went for a long goose feather and turned back to his suspect, wasting no time on starting to tickle him.
The man squirmed around in his chair, but remained silent.
“Shoes.” Jack ordered.
Twenty minutes of intense feather tickling got them nothing more and Jack tossed the feather onto the table.
“Damn you,” Jack yelled, “talk to me!
The man shook his head.
“Okay, you’re asking for this.” Jack snapped, pushing off on the arms of the man as he had been leaning onto them.
“Burke, the colors.”

Burke went over to the case again and came back with a tray filled with small bottles.
All different colors nail polish.
Jack picked the first one, a flashy pink one and signaled to Burke to hold the man’s hand.
It took some effort to get him to stretch his fingers and hold them in place for Jack to be able to paint the nail. The color screamed at them and Jack grinned a devilish grin, put the bottle down and picked another one, a nearly fluorescent Green, and painted the next nail. He picked a bright yellow after that and a screaming blue for the fourth, never relenting until he had painted the last nail in an ugly purple.
Burke let go of the man’s hand and he pulled it back, clenching his fist, but the polish was a fast drying type and all he managed to do was smudge the polish on his thumb a little.

“Talk to me, or I do your other hand as well.” Jack yelled.
Still nothing.
“Burke.”

Burke went around to the other side of the suspect and pinned his other hand while Jack picked out the colors he was going to use this time. Green, orange, red, white and black. He took his time to do it right, he didn’t like the messy jobs some others did.
The man still refused to talk to him when he had finished his second hand.

“Get his feet.” Jack ordered dryly.

He saw tears form in the suspects eyes but still, he wouldn’t speak.
He stubbornly refused to speak.
One foot down, his toes looking like a rainbow from hell, the man still wouldn’t answer his questions, so Jack painted the nails on his other foot as well, making it even worse on his prisoner.

“You can stop me anytime you want,” Jack barked, “all you have to do is answer my questions.”
The man was crying big fat tears now, but he still refused to speak.
“Get me the other kit.”
Burke retrieved a smaller case from the large one and put it down on the table.
Jack turned to it and opened it, revealing the contents to his prisoner.
His eyes went wide in shock and he shook his head.
“Talk to me.” Jack warned.
The man shook his head and swallowed his tears.
“Paper towel.” Jack said, holding out his hand.

Burke put a towel in his hand and Jack wiped the man’s face with it, drying his tears and wiping the moisture off his cheeks. He reached to the small case and pulled out a first item, flipping it open and checking the color. It would do. He took the brush and ran it across the powder while Burke grabbed the man’s head, holding it firmly so Jack would have no trouble doing what needed to be done. He applied a thick layer of powder and leaned back to check it. It was just about perfect.
Next he added a touch of blush to the man’s cheeks, smearing it out lovingly.
This was his favorite part.
After the blush, came the eye shadow. A screamingly green green. And the finishing touch was the sparkly blue lipstick.

Now will you talk to me?” Jack barked, “Or should I continue?”
The man shook his head.
“What ‘no’?” Jack barked.
“Talk?”
Again the man shook his head.
“You friggin’ piece of shit, you’re making me do this.”

He pushed up angrily and went back to the case.
He retrieved an electrical device which looked a lot like a baby-bottle heater and set it down next to the case, plugged it in and turned it on. Then he retrieved a large jar of wax.
He put the jar in the device and let it warm up, searching for the rest of his tools.
He needed a spatula and the sheets and he also needed the scented moisturizing lotion.
The heater bleeped twice and Jack retrieved the wax, screwed the lid off and tested the warmth, pulling his finger back hissing in pain.

“Too hot.” he hissed.

Burke kept his cool.
The suspect on the other hand was starting to lose it.
He struggled against his bonds and wriggled about on the chair.

“Burke, get his pants.” Jack ordered dryly.

Burke quickly cut the man’s pants off him and tossed the cut up garment to the floor along with the shredded shirt.
Jack approached, carrying the jar of wax, the spatula and the sheets. He deposited everything on the table and went back to the case to get the lotion. He stopped in front of his suspect, a look of sheer misery on the man’s face.

“This is a non-stop procedure,” Jack warned, “once I start it, I can’t stop until I’m done. Do you understand me?”
The man nodded.
“Do you want me to do this to you?”
The man shook his head.
Fervently.
“Then talk to me.” Jack yelled.
Much to his surprise, the man shook his head again.
“Fine.” Jack snarled, “Have it your way.”

He picked up the pot of wax and the spatula and knelt down in front of the man.
His ankles were tied to the chair so he couldn’t get away from him and Jack smeared the hot wax on his leg, applying a thick layer. The sheet came on and he yanked it off as soon as he could.
The suspect gasped in pain and strained against his bonds but not a word was spoken and Jack continued waxing his legs.
First he did the man’s lower legs, from the knee down.
He could still stop at that if he had to.

“Will you talk to me now?” he snapped as he finished.

The man shook his head again.
Jack continued with his upper legs and gave him another chance to give up the information they needed.
Still the man refused to speak.
So Jack tackled his arms.
It didn’t take long but it was damn painful.
He knew, he had tested it on himself a long time ago.
Still nothing came from the suspect.
By now, the wax wasn’t as warm as it should be, so he took a moment to reheat it, leaving it less long this time around.
When he came back, he tackled the guy’s chest.
It was covered in a thick layer of curly hair and he took his time to rid the man of every last one of them.
His prisoner gasped and writhed in pain, yanking on his bonds and shaking his head in disbelief at the amount of pain Jack was inflicting on him, but yet he would not talk to them.

He signaled to Burke who untied the man’s left arm and pulled it up over his head, wrapping it over so his hand touched his right shoulder, presenting his armpit to Jack who proceeded to apply wax there as well, ridding the man of every last scrap of hair. His left arm came back down and was secured again and Burke repeated it with his right, so Jack could tackle the other armpit as well. When the man still refused to talk, Burke picked up the scissors again and cut away the man’s briefs.
Eyes opening wide in horror and shock the man tried to pull free again, but not a word crossed his lips.
Jack reached down and applied a first strip of wax.
The man gasped and thrashed in his chair but would not speak.
So Jack continued, ridding the man of every last bit of pubic hair he could reach without touching him.

Still he wouldn’t cooperate.
Jack leaned his elbows on the man’s knees and hung his head for a moment.
When he looked up, he was just about as desperate as the man in front of him.

“Look, I really don’t want to do this to you, but I will if I have to.”
He left a blank.
“Don’t make me do this.”
The man shook his head.
Still not a sound escaped him.
Jack reached for the spatula with one hand and for the man’s privates with the other.
“Look buddy, I’ll give you one last chance to talk to me.” he said, lifting the man’s cock out of the way and revealing the hairy pouch underneath.
“Talk to me or I will wax your balls.”
The man shook his head, eyes wide in despair.
“You don’t want me to do this buddy.”
He kept shaking his head.
Talk to me!” Jack bellowed.
More shaking.
Not a word though.
“Fine.” Jack snapped.
He covered the man’s balls in wax and applied the sheet to it, then yanked it off without hesitation.

The man’s eyes opened as wide as they ever would and his jaw nearly dislocated itself, but still not a sound came from him.

There was nothing left for Jack to do.
Not a single hair on the man’s body left except on his head.
He sighed heavily and pushed up, putting his gear away again and turning to Burke.

“I’m gonna have to do this Burke.” he said apologetically.

He knew it was hard on Burke to do what he was planning, but he sucked it up and came over.
Just then the intercom buzzed and Bill’s voice crackled over the speaker.

“Jack, could I talk with you for a moment?”

Jack met Burke’s eyes, he knew what to do until he got back.
He went into the observation room and closed the door behind him, waiting just one step into the room.
He didn’t like it when Bill called him out of an interrogation like that.
It had better be important.

“What’s going on here, Jack?” Bill asked sternly.

His entire attitude screamed ‘I’m not liking what you’re doing’ and Jack instinctively pulled up his defensive wall.
“He’s not talking to me, Bill, I’ve tried everything I could think of.”
He looked through the observation window.
“I was just about to give him my clown routine when you called me.”

“Jack.” Bill said coldly.

He snapped his head back and met Bill’s eyes again.
“Yes?”

“He’s not talking to you?”

“No, he’s not.”

“Do you know why he’s not talking to you?”

“Well, because he’s a terrorist and-”

“No, Jack,” Bill sighed, “that’s not why he’s not talking to you.”
He sighed again.
“Jack, he’s not talking to you …” he dropped his head and shook it slowly.
“He’s not talking to you because he can’t.”

“Can’t what?” Jack asked, not understanding what Bill meant.

“Talk.”
He sighed again.
“The man can’t talk, Jack, he’s mute.”

Jack’s jaw dropped nearly all the way to the ground.
“But … why didn’t he say something?”

Bill threw his hands in the air.
“Because he can’t, Jack, he can’t talk.”

“But …”

“Have you been drinking, Jack?” Bill asked suddenly.

Jack’s eyes went blank and his shoulders drooped a little.
How come Bill always knew?

“Come on, let’s get you to the clinic, you need to lie down.”

“But …” Jack opposed, turning back to the big window.

“I’ll take care of him, Jack, don’t worry.”

“But he won’t talk.”

“Jack, he can’t, okay. He needs to use his hands to be able to communicate and since they are tied to the chair, there isn’t a thing the man can do. But that’s not your problem, come on, I’ll take you back to the clinic and the doctor can give you your pills and you can lie down for a while. I’ll take care of him, you have nothing to worry about.”

Bill closed the distance and carefully put his hand on Jack’s shoulder, turning him to the door.
For a moment Jack resisted, but when their eyes met again, Jack saw that eternal concern on Bill’s face and he followed the guiding hands without further hesitation.

~~~

The doctor knew what they were there for and he helped Jack onto one of the beds at once, handing him his teddy bear before reaching for the syringe.

“A little bee sting, Jack, you know there’s nothing to be afraid of, right.”
Jack nodded bravely but hissed at the sting of the needle.
“Okay, lie down now, it’s okay.”
Jack stretched out on the bed, cuddling his bear in his arm but reaching for the bedside table with his other.
He couldn’t reach it though and he moaned softly, tears forming in his eyes almost at once.
Bill came up to him and picked up what Jack was reaching for.

“Be a good boy now, Jack, and get some rest.” Bill said softly as he presented the object to Jack.
He nodded quickly and sucked the pacifier between his lips, sucking on it with a passion and closing his eyes, cuddling his teddy even closer to him and tucking his head into the pillow.
“Sweet dreams, Jackie boy.” Bill said, caressing Jack’s hair for a moment.
He turned and left with a heavy sigh when Jack’s breathing leveled out.

What were they going to do with him?
He was such a good agent, but the moment he touched alcohol, even just a sip of it, he lost touch with reality.
He sighed again and went to holding, releasing the man Jack had been interrogating, offering him a change of clothes to replace the ones that had been cut to pieces and their deepest apology.
It would be yet another law-suit they would have to deal with.



The end!

Prom, T minus 2 weeks - 24 fan fiction - All Audiences

Here's another one of my "comedy" stories, featuring Jack Bauer. This time, it's a family matter, so I could easily change the names and make it completely unrelated to 24, but I like it the way I wrote it and I like the idea of putting Jack Bauer in the middle of a family situation such as this.


I hope you'll enjoy the read.
Please leave me a comment if you did.
Or didn't.

Thank you!





Prom T minus 2 weeks.


“Honey, is that you?” Teri called when she heard the front door.

“Yeah, baby.” Jack called back.

“Could you come here for a moment?”

“Where are you?”

“Kitchen.”

She heard his footsteps behind her but didn’t turn.
“Hey, beautiful.” Jack whispered against her neck, his arms wrapping around her and his lips tickling her skin.

“Hey, gorgeous. How was your day?”

“Hmmm … okay I guess. I didn’t have to kill anybody.”

“That’s good.”
He continued to nibble on her neck, his arms tightly wrapped around her.
“Look, I need to talk to you.”

“I’m all ears, baby.” Jack whispered against her neck.

“Jack, I’m serious.” Teri replied, chilling the mood.

“What is it?” Jack asked worriedly.

“Have a seat.”

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“Just have a seat Jack, please.”

“Okay.” Jack sighed, letting go of her.

He took a seat at the kitchen table and she took hers opposite him.
Uh ohhhhh’ his mind screamed, ‘what have you done this time
It was never good when Teri sat on the other side of the table.

“Look, it’s about Kim.”

“What?” Jack exclaimed, “What happened?”

“Nothing happened, Jack, will you stay calm for a minute.”

“Sorry. You just scared me.”

“There’s nothing to be scared of, Kim’s fine.”

“Okay.”

“Look, she asked me to talk to you because … well … because she’s afraid you’re going to do something silly again.”

“Me?” Jack exclaimed, “Do something silly? Silly like what?”

“Like what you did last time Xander was here.”

His expression turned to disbelief.
“Xander-”

“Is Kim’s boyfriend, Jack,” Teri cut in, “we have to respect her feelings.”

“But he’s-”

“Kim’s boyfriend.” Teri interrupted him again.
“Look, it’s almost prom night and Kim really wants to go but if you act like that every time Xander stops by to see her, he’s not going to stay around much longer and she won’t have a date for the prom.”

“If she doesn’t have a date, we won’t have to worry about her.” Jack drew his very simple conclusion.

“Jack, please.”

“Well, what? How many girls get knocked up on prom night?”

“Our daughter is a little smarter than that, Jack.”

“Yeah but I don’t think this Xander-kid is.”

“He doesn’t have to be, honey, Kim is.”

“Okay, so why are you telling me this?”

“Because Xander is joining us for dinner tonight.”

Honeeeeeey.” Jack moaned.

“Hey, no complaining. He called Kim earlier today and she invited him, I told her it was okay. I don’t want my daughter to sit at home crying her eyes out on prom night, Jack, do you understand me.”
He dropped his shoulders and sighed.
“It’s very simple. Either you promise me you’ll behave or you can go back to work and sleep in the office tonight.”

“But I-”

“No buts, Jack. Yes, ma’am.”

This time, he hung his head.
“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. What’s it gonna be?”

“I’ll be good.”

“Perfect. Go take a shower and change, Xander will be here in twenty minutes and dinner will be ready in forty.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She got up and walked around the table, cupped his face in her hands and raised his head so she could look at him.
“I love you, Jack.”

“I love you, too.”

“Now, upstairs and go take that shower.”

“Will you join me?”

“No, I’m fixing dinner.”
He pouted and dropped his shoulders again.
It made her smile, as always, and she leaned in to kiss him softly.
“Maybe after Xander is gone.”
It put a smile on his face again.
“Now go.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He stole another kiss as he pushed up and headed upstairs, already unbuttoning his shirt.
If ‘behaving’ with Xander was a condition to spending a hot night with Teri, then behave he would.
The mere thought of the hot night already turned him on but he kept from touching himself.
He wanted to keep all of that for Teri.
He took a quick but hot shower and changed into an old pair of jeans and a tee.
The jeans were stained and patched up on the knee, but he loved them, they reminded him of a crazy summer with Teri years ago and he wore them whenever he could.
He went downstairs just as Kim opened the door to let Xander in.

“Hey, dad,” she said cheerfully as she noticed him, “I didn’t know you were home yet.”

“I got in about half an hour ago, but I wanted to take a shower before dinner.” Jack replied, keeping his eyes on Xander but pulling Kim into his arms for a hearty hug.
The expression on his face was one that said ‘aren’t you a jealous little sucker, I’m getting the hug instead of you’.

“Mister Bauer.” Xander said quietly, extending his hand.

Jack took it and gave it a good squeeze, making the kid wince in pain.
“How nice to see you again, Zander,” Jack said, making a point of pronouncing the name wrong, “come on in.”
He stepped out of the way, holding on to Kim and waving Xander in.
“How was your day, sweetheart?” he asked, turning back to look at Kim.

“Good, how was yours?” Kim replied, trying to angle out of his arm.
He wouldn’t let go.

“Mine was fine, I didn’t even have to kill anybody today.”

“Dad, stop it.” Kim scolded, slapping him on the chest.

“Well, what? Your mom asked the same question and I gave her the same answer, she didn’t mind.”

“Hi, Xander, how are you?” Teri asked, coming out of the kitchen.

“I’m fine, misses Bauer, thank you. How are you?”

“I’m fine, here let me take your jacket.”

“Oh, Teri, he can hang his jacket for himself,” Jack said a little coldly, “can’t you, Zander?”

“Uhh, yes sir, of course.”

“The coat rack is right there.” Jack said, pointing to it.

“Thank you, sir.” Xander said, shrugging his leather jacket off and hanging it on the first free hanger he found.

The tablet underneath held a number of items, including Jack’s gun which he had taken off the moment he walked in.
Jack noticed how the boy’s eyes dropped to it and he saw him swallow hard before turning back and forcing a shy smile onto his face for Kim’s benefit.
She held out his hand and Jack finally let go of her, so Xander took her hand and followed her into the living room.

“So tell me, Zander,” Jack said as he followed the young couple into the living room.

“Dad,” Kim interrupted, “it’s Xander, not Zander.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m not used to such an exotic name.” Jack replied, flashing a grin at Xander, “You don’t mind, do you, Zander?”

“Uhhh, no, sir … not at all.”

“Good, so tell me, Zander, what are you majoring in again? Car mechanics?”

“Jack!” Teri scolded.

“What? Wasn’t that what you told me last time?” he asked, seemingly genuine.

“No, sir, I’m majoring in English literature.”

“English literature, huh? Wow. Somehow, I would never have expected that.” Jack replied slowly, giving Xander a long head-to-toe.

“Dad, you should know the clothes don’t make the man.” Kim said.

“These clothes certainly don’t.” Jack replied quietly.
“Have a seat, Zander.” he continued, raising his voice back to a normal volume.

Teri gave him a warning look but he smiled at her and she turned back to the kitchen. Dinner was almost ready now and she couldn’t risk leaving it alone for long. Besides, Kim was there, the chances of Jack getting nasty on Xander were less than when they were left alone.

“Jack, honey?” Teri called out a few minutes later.

“Yes, honey?” Jack called back.

“Could you come give me a hand with the table?”

“Oh, I’ll help you, misses Bauer.” Xander called back before Jack could reply.
He almost jumped off the couch and hurried into the kitchen.

“Dad, this is not funny.” Kim whispered the moment he was out of view, “Could you please stop it?”

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” Jack said, holding his hands up in surrender, “I just asked him what he was majoring in.”

“You know what he’s majoring in, I already told you what he’s majoring in. Could you pretty please not ruin it for me this time, I’d really like for him to take me to the prom.”

“I just want you to be alright, sweetheart, I don’t think-”

“Dad, please,” Kim interrupted, “you don’t even know him.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt, but I am going to have a little talk with him.”

“Fine, just don’t stick your gun in his face.”

“I’ve never-”

“Oh, you sure have, dad,” Kim cut in again, “more than once.”

“Okay, fine, I promise I won’t stick my gun in his face tonight.” Jack said.

“No, dad, that’s not good enough.” Kim said, “Not tonight, not tomorrow, not next week. Never.”

“I can’t promise you that, sweetheart. But I promise for tonight.”

“Cross your heart.”

Jack did.
“And hope to die.” he finished it.

“Dinner’s ready.” Teri called.

“Perfect timing.” Jack grinned.

Jack took Kim’s hand and held it until they got to the kitchen where Xander was just finishing setting the table for Teri. Jack angled Kim to the chair on his right, pointing to the one on his left while meeting Xander’s eyes. The youngster sat down quickly, briefly meeting Kim’s eyes, but he felt Jack’s stare on him and dropped his gaze just as quickly. Teri served dinner and they started on their food. Xander complimented her on her cooking nearly at once and Kim smiled at him encouragingly. If he was ever going to get her dad’s approval, he’d have to live up to his expectations.

“Would you like another serving, Zander?” Jack asked when he noticed the boy’s plate was nearly empty.

“No, thank you, sir,” Xander replied, “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Jack insisted, “You didn’t eat much, I wouldn’t want to have to worry about Kim’s safety if you ever took her out. I’d rather know you had at least some energy.”
Teri gave him a warning look but he ignored it.
“Here have some more.”
He served him more meat and vegetables without encountering any further protest.
“I wouldn’t want you to pass out or anything.”

Xander finished the second serving too, be it with some difficulty.

“Kim, sweetie, will you help me clear the table?” Teri asked when they were all done.

“That’s okay, honey,” Jack replied, “Zander and I will take care of that, why don’t you girls go wait for us in the living room.”
He paused and turned to look at the youngster.
“Zander and I need to talk.” he added, dropping his voice somewhat.

“Jack, you know what I told you.” Teri warned.

“Oh, don’t worry, honey, I’ll be nice.” Jack replied, never taking his eyes off Xander.

“Come on, Kim.” Teri said, taking her daughter out of the kitchen.

“Why don’t you start by clearing the dishes, Zander.” Jack said dryly, “While I get the water running.”

“Yes, sir.” Xander replied quietly, pushing up and picking his and Jack’s plate off the table.

This was going to be interesting.
Jack got up too and went over to the sink, shutting the dishwasher with his hip and running water to do the dishes manually.
Xander cleaned the plates off and piled them up next to the sink.

“Do you prefer to wash or dry, Zander?” Jack asked.

“I don’t mind either, sir.”

“You can pick.” Jack insisted.

“Wash.”

“Good, then you’ll dry.” Jack replied, tossing a towel to him.

He absolutely hated doing the dishes, but because Xander said he preferred to wash, he’d do it, just to piss the little cocksucker off. Under any different circumstances, everything would’ve disappeared into the dishwasher, but just this once, he was going to do it by hand.

“So tell me, Zander,” Jack started after a moment, “do you like doing the dishes?”

“No, sir, I don’t. Do you?”

“No, I hate it, that’s why I got a dishwasher, so I don’t have to do them anymore.”

“I see.” Xander replied quietly.

“Do you help your parents out, too? Or are you doing this so I’ll let you take my daughter out?”

“My parents also have a dishwasher, sir.”

“Smart people. Probably coz they always ended up having to do it by themselves anyway.”

“No, sir, because my mom has a disability and it’s easier for my dad.”

“Well it could be easier on your dad if you helped out, don’t you agree?”

“I suppose so, sir.”

“Why do you keep calling me sir, Xander?” Jack shot at him suddenly, taking him by surprise by getting his name right.

“Be … because I think I should show you respect.”

“Why?”

“Because … because you’re an adult.”

“Do you call every adult, sir?”

“No, I don’t.”

“So you’re not calling me sir because I’m an adult.”

“No, sir. I do because I think I should show you respect because you are an adult.”

“Hmm … I guess you actually could be majoring in English lit instead of car mechanics.” Jack replied, a little surprised to find the kid paying enough attention to bypass the trap.

He was starting to score points.
Slowly.
One after another.
If he scored twenty, he’d let him come back.

When the dishes were done and the kitchen cleaned up, Jack told Xander to take a seat.
He went out into the hall and retrieved his gun and his cleaning kit.
He felt Xander’s shock as he put the gun down on the kitchen table.

“Don’t worry, Zander,” Jack said, going back to mispronouncing the name, “I promised Kim I wouldn’t stick my gun in your face, but I do need to clean it, so I’ll take advantage and do it while you and I have that talk we need to have.”
He pulled the gun out of the holster and ejected the clip, then emptied the barrel.

“Do you always have one in the pipe?”

Jack looked up from his gun and eyed the kid a long time before answering.
“Do you know what line of work I’m in, Xander?”
It was back to the right pronunciation.
He wasn’t fucking around, he was serious.
Serious called for getting things right.

“Kim mentioned you work for the government.”

“That’s just about as detailed as you’ll ever get it,” Jack replied, “having a bullet in the pipe can save your life. It only takes a split second but it can be one split second too long.”

“I see.”

“How much do you know about guns, Xander?”

“My uncle is a cop, sir.” Xander replied, “I’ve been to the shooting range with him a few times.”

“Do you know how to fire a weapon?”

“No, sir, he never let me.”

“Smart man.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because it will keep you from getting cocky when you get your hands on one. Getting cocky with guns is what gets people killed, Xander. If you want to date my daughter, keep away from them.”

“I want to be a teacher, sir, not a gangbanger.”

“Well you’ve got the intention to make something of your life, that’s a start.”
Jack started dismantling the gun, laying out the pieces in front of him after what he opened the small box and started cleaning the weapon.
“About the prom.” he said out of the blue.

“Yes, sir?”

“You want to take Kim, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you serious about her?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How serious? Get married, have babies?”

“Well maybe not right now, sir. I think we should get to know each other a little better first and maybe get our careers started before thinking about raising a family.”

“How much better are you planning on getting to know her, Xander?”

“What do you mean, sir?”

“I mean prom night.” Jack replied coldly, locking his cold gaze on the youngster, “I mean getting a little backseat action maybe.”

“Oh, no-”

“What? Do you think I’m ignorant, Zander? Do you think I don’t know how many girls get knocked up on prom night?”

“Sir, I …”

“You what?” Jack snapped, “Are you trying to make me believe you’re not interested in getting a little action on prom night?”

Xander was baffled.
Surprised at the hostile attitude that had come out of nowhere.
He knew Jack didn’t like him very much, but he never would’ve expected to get this much hostility.
Jack was very protective of Kim.

“I think you have a wrong image of me, sir.” Xander said as calmly as he possibly could.

“I’m only seeing the image you’re putting up of yourself, Xander. And what you’re putting up, isn’t very trustworthy.”
He put down the barrel of the gun and the cloth he had been using and leaned towards Xander.
“With your leather jacket and macho attitude.”
He leaned back in his chair.
“The image I have of you, Xander, is one of a player. The hotshot in college trying to get as many girls as possible. I’m not sure I want to give you a chance to add my daughter to that list.”

“Sir, I-”

“Shut up, I’m talking.” Jack snapped.
“If I let you take her to the prom, you’ll make her feel special. If you end up getting your way with her that night, which is what I think you’re planning on, and then drop her like a brick, you’ll break her heart.”
“I really don’t want a little cocksucker like you to break her heart.”
The look on Xander’s face changed from surprise to anger.
Jack knew he was pushing his luck.
If Teri walked into the room now, he would be sleeping in the office for a week.
He had to make it quick, but he had to make sure the little shit understood what he meant.
“If you take my daughter to the prom and break her heart, I can promise you one thing, boy,” Jack snarled, leaning across the table again, “I will come after you and I will make you regret the day you were born.”
He leaned even closer.
“Do I make myself clear?”
Xander nodded slowly.
“Good. Then get up, go in there and thank my wife for dinner, take your jacket and get the hell out of my house.”

Xander swallowed hard and held Jack’s cold gaze a moment longer.
“Kim asked me to help her with her homework, sir. I promised I would.”
His voice wavered and Jack could see the fear creep up on him with every word he spoke, but he held his ground.

“Do you think you should be challenging me, boy?” Jack asked dryly, leaning back in his chair again.

“I don’t think I’m challenging you, sir. I’m merely stating the fact Kim asked me to help her with her homework and I think it’s important enough to want to help her with this. If, of course, you had rather see me leave, I’m sure you will be understanding when your daughter flunks her exam next week.”

“English lit, huh?” Jack chuckled, “Well at least you’re not afraid to stand up for yourself and you’re actually doing it in an articulate way. You’ve just earned yourself the right to stay.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“It doesn’t mean you can take her to the prom, though.” Jack warned, “I haven’t made up my mind about that yet.”

Xander nodded and Jack waved him away. He returned his attention to his gun and continued cleaning it.
Teri walked in not two minutes later.
Jack braced for impact.
The hand on his left shoulder was light.
It traced from his shoulder to the back of his neck and across the top of his back out to his right shoulder as Teri walked around him and sat on the chair on his right side.

“You had to break out your gun, didn’t you?” she asked.

“Well, I had to clean it, and since the kid and I had to talk, I thought I’d do it meanwhile. I didn’t point it at him or anything.”

“I certainly hope so.”
She squeezed his shoulder a little.
“So what did you talk to him about?”

“Oh, just a few things I think he should know.”

“Like what?”

“Like I won’t stand for him using my daughter and discarding her like a used object after the prom.”

“Jack!”

“Honey, I’m sorry but I won’t stand for my daughter-”

Our daughter.” Teri cut in.

Our daughter,” Jack repeated, “to be used by mister hotshot. God knows how many girls he’s already had. I don’t want Kim to be his next conquest, and most certainly not on prom night. That night is supposed to be something special for her.”

“I sure hope you weren’t nasty to him.”

“I wasn’t. I told him to get out and he said he promised Kim to help her with her homework, so I let him stay.”

“Jack, you’re impossible.”

He looked up from his gun.
“At least he stands up for himself. It’s something.”
Teri sighed and her hand dropped away from his shoulder.
“Honey, I don’t want Kim to end up feeling miserable, I want her to find someone decent, someone who’ll take care of her.”

“Like you?” Teri interrupted him.
It stung.

“No,” Jack replied quietly, “that’s just it.”

“Give him a break, Jack. Kim cares for him and he cares for her. Give them a chance to discover their feelings and let her make her own mistakes. They can’t learn everything from ours.”

“I know.”

“Then finish cleaning your gun and join me upstairs.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

“I’ll be timing.”

“You know you can.”

She got up and leaned in for a kiss, her hand on his cheek, letting it drop to his neck and running it across his chest and shoulder as she walked by, keeping in touch as long as she could.
Reminding him of his flaws was usually a guarantee for an all-nighter and she really didn’t mind one of those right now.
She had been too lonely lately. She needed a little attention.
Jack quickly oiled and reassembled his weapon, holstered it and cleared his cleaning kit away, returning it to its place but taking his gun with him.

“Don’t make it too late, sweetie,” he called out to Kim, “it’s a school night.”

“I know, dad.” Kim called back from her room.

“Night, sweetheart.”

“Night, dad.”

“Goodnight, mister Bauer.” Xander called.

Jack heard them giggle and it made him smile.
The kid had balls, that much was certain.
He went into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, locking it.
He had all night to make up for some of his mistakes.


The End.