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PATIENT ZER0 2/4

posted in 24_fanfic

Title: Patient Zero, Chapter 2
Author: marinw
Characters: Jack/Nurse Lee (OC), Ghost of Benton, Ghost of Bill
Rating: PG
Summary: Post Day 7 AU. Jack visits a couple of old friends. Sort of.
Spoilers: for 7.16. If you haven’t seen that episode, you may want to skip this.
Disclaimer: 24 is the Property of the Fox Production Company.
A/N: Something to tide us over until Monday. I know Bill is dead, but I’m still processing the loss. Wanna make something of it? Thanks to my beta, cybertoothtiger.

He should have fought harder. If he lost his grip on reality now, he might not get it back.

The nurses worked quickly and gently, their expressions remaining impassive. Good. Jack could handle any amount any amount of harsh treatment. He still wasn’t sure how to act when people were nice to him.

They pulled the blanket over his legs. He wished they wouldn’t do that. He needed to watch his feet move. They wrapped a blood pressure cuff around one bicep. They attached wires to his chest and a pulse clip to his middle finger, and inserted an oxygen canula in his nostrils.

“Don’t try to get out of bed. We won’t cath you for now, so if you need to urinate let us know. We need some more samples anyway.”

Jack was afraid. Until now he had somehow managed to hold the fear at bay. He was good at that. He had been strong that way all his life.

His breathing came out in pants and the monitor he was now attached to increased its beeping. His head had grown light, a balloon that bounced on a string.

“I’m going to give you something to help you relax.” The nurse inserted a syringe into the IV tubing.

Jack reached his hand underneath the blanket. He attempted to pinch the tubing but his hand was trembling. Was it the fever? Or the toxin? It was so hard to tell.

His head floated upwards to the ceiling and downwards into the mattress. He was still in the room, but he was also somewhere else.

So much for his grip on reality.

What was so damn great about reality, anyway?

••••

His face was warm and his body was a block of ice.

It was so fucking cold. And everything was white.

It must have been winter. They must have brought him outside.

They were doing their interrogations in the snow now? That was a bit much. Even for Cheng.

But the IV was already in his arm.

They’re not going to get anything out of me if I freeze to death.

Cheng’s thug must have reached the same conclusion. Jack felt something soft and warm draped over him. The blanket must have been placed in some sort of warmer.

“That feels good. Admit it.”

Jack wasn’t about to admit anything.

But it did feel good. Too good. Jack let out an orgasmic groan as the wonderful heat attempted to penetrate the stiff bones and muscles. His body was a thin and brittle thing, sandwiched between the blanket and the smooth white surface he lay on.

He knew better. He couldn’t allow himself enjoy this too much. The blanket would be yanked away at any second. The thug would then promise to give it back if and when Jack talked. That was how it worked.

Unless he was sick. That sometimes happened when the interrogations went too far. Medical attention was doled out grudgingly and in minimal amounts. They never told him if the syringes contained antibiotics or Sodium Penathol.

“Mr. Bauer.”

Jack looked upwards to the round-faced Asian man who stood over him. Even though it was so damn cold, Cheng’s latest thug was only wearing blue scrubs. Maybe he didn’t want to get his good clothes dirty.

“I’m Lee. I’m a nurse. You still with us?”

Jack gave him what he hoped was an intimidating stare.

“So you are awake. You have an impressive tolerance. This much Ativan knocks most people out cold.”

You’re going to have to give me a lot more than that if you expect to get anything out of me, Pal.

For the first time, Jack noticed that he wasn’t tied down to the snow or the table or the bed or whatever it was he was lying on. Lee must have thought he was too weak to resist. Amateur. He reached over with his left hand to pull the tube out.

Lee gently caught his arm mid-air. “I know you’re a little confused. But if you keep trying to pull out your IV we’re going to have to put you in restraints. And nobody wants that.”

What kind of stupid interrogation was this?

••••

Jack and Benton sat in the shade of the balcony outside the dormitory. A chessboard sat on the square wooden table between them. Thomas, Willie and Desmond were playing soccer on the lawn in front of them.

It felt good to be outside. Jack really was feeling better, but Benton wouldn’t allow him to do any real work just yet. Benton’s school, Benton’s rules.

“So what do you know about the village?” Jack asked.

“Not much. Only that it was a small community. A couple of hundred souls tops. It’s suspected that it was one of the villages in the Northern Province.”

“That’s an isolated region.”

“Which is why Juma would choose it. Christ, Jack, my source tells me that everyone died. Everybody. It was some sort of toxin that caused paralysis and dementia.”

“And you found out about this two days ago? Why didn’t you tell me?

“Because two days ago I was spoon-feeding you broth and wiping your ass.”

“Yeah. Right. Sorry.”

“If I learn any more I’ll tell you.” Benton gestured towards the chess board. “It’s your move, Jack.”

••••

“I’ll set off the explosion. You cover the President.”

“No. I’ll do it.”

Jack and Bill sat amongst the other hostages on the floor of the plush White House lobby. They talked in low whispers.

“Dammit, Bill, this is my plan. Let me do this.”

“Jack, no. You have to survive. No one else can do what you can.”

“Do what? Interrogate Burnett? Or make antibodies for weaponized CJD?”

“Take your pick.”

“I always knew my life would end in the field. I’m fine with that. But I am not going out in a hospital bed unable to move and out of my mind. I don’t want to die that way.”

“Then don’t die.”

Bill charged for the door.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Comments

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catch22girl
Apr. 2nd, 2009 11:25 pm (UTC)
Oh. This is SO GOOD. I love the beginning and the "what's so great about reality?" and this:

Jack was afraid. Until now he had somehow managed to hold the fear at bay. He was good at that. He had been strong that way all his life.

Then he's outside reality and half in the world and half out. I love how you describe the chill of fever and his dreams/hallucinations.

Antidote! Antidote! Antidote!
marinw
Apr. 2nd, 2009 11:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks. Feverish!Jack is so much fun to write. Even when he;s out of it, he's still sorta rational.

I'm gonna read your fic now.
leigh57
Apr. 3rd, 2009 12:22 am (UTC)
EEEEE. More! And pretty page, btw. Very nice. Oh man. Notreallylucid!Jack is both making me want to hug him and cracking me up. Making me want to hug him? This:

"He knew better. He couldn’t allow himself enjoy this too much. The blanket would be yanked away at any second. The thug would then promise to give it back if and when Jack talked. That was how it worked."

Cracking me up? This:

"What kind of stupid interrogation was this?" Hahahaha. Oh, Jack. I'm so glad you're writing more of this, and I'm happy to have Carl and Bill around even if they're you know. Kinda a little dead.

Do we get more because you're off tomorrow? :)

marinw
Apr. 3rd, 2009 12:31 am (UTC)
Thanks, That means a lot coming from someone who hasn’t seen Day 6 and the China back story.

Patience, my dear! I am challenging myself to finish this whole frakking thing before Monday Night. So far, my wonderful beta has been keeping up with me. Good thing too. I almost wrote Benton saying “I was whipping your ass” instead of “I was wiping your ass.” Not a bad image, but not what I was going for.

Yes, I got a paid account, hence the space cadet layout. So I need to make more icons.
leigh57
Apr. 3rd, 2009 12:38 am (UTC)
"Whipping his ass!" *snorffles* Yes, highly interesting image;) One of my faves from my svufic days was when I had Elliot slipping his hand into Olivia's shit instead of her shirt. Oh. My. Ouch.

Betas are the best.
moofoot
Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:03 am (UTC)
Augh, Carl.

Carl and Jack playing chess is just, oh man. Yes please.

Dammit you gave me another bunny. >.
marinw
Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:07 am (UTC)
Waaaah. Caaarllll.

We need more Sangala fics. There is so much rich material there. Right now, Sick!Jack is eating my brain

Dammit you gave me another bunny. >.

*Provides carrots*

moofoot
Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:16 am (UTC)
I have a very loud Carl headvoice. I feel like I should contribute more Sangala fics to the fandom.

First, making 'curtains'. Then, fic.
dealan311
Apr. 3rd, 2009 02:48 pm (UTC)
Jack Bauer sees dead people! Jack Bauer sees dead people!

Heheh.

I've held off reading this until I finished my own fic so I don't get influenced. And still, we have some similarities. I love that. Great minds and all.

I still like your Jack better. I loved the snarky questions. And the chessboard. And awwwwwwwwwww Bill! So.good.

Post more. I want my happy ending. :)
marinw
Apr. 3rd, 2009 02:56 pm (UTC)
And still, we have some similarities. I love that. Great minds and all.

We are playing in the same sandbox, so we can share our toys.

Jack is snarky this season. Less so in the more recent episodes.

But I love your Jack! And especailly your Renee! Keep wrtting.

I'm not willing to let Bill go just yet. And the Sangala backstory requires further study, although not neccesarily by me.

(I'm looking st YOU moofoot)

Edited at 2009-04-03 02:57 pm (UTC)
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