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Title: Exodus, Chapter 3
Author: marinw

Rating: PG
Characters: Jack,Trammel
Summary: Immediately Post-Redemption. Jack returns to the US.
Disclaimer: 24 is the property of the Fox Production Company. Etc.

A/N: Ah, some fresh Canon to play with. Thanks to my beta, cybertoothtiger

Jack and Trammel left for the airport early the next morning, after breakfast and a final checkup at the clinicJack stared out the window of the Embassy SUV as they were driven through the silent streets of Nairobi.

He was going to miss Africa.

The security guard at the airport raised his eyebrows when he opened Jack’s passport.

“It’s all right,” Trammel said, “This man is in my custody.”

Trammel just loves saying that.

Trammel flashed the guard his own ID. The guard nodded and returned the passport.

Jack had assumed - correctly - that he had been on an international watch list for some time. It was why he had chosen to travel almost exclusively by freighters, where security was much looser.

As a result, Jack found the interior of the large commercial jet liner disorienting. Trammel led him to a window seat in Economy class and sat down next to him. A plain-clothed air marshal took his place across the aisle.

So I have to sit next to Trammel for the next twelve hours. Shit.

“Well, Mr. Bauer,” Trammel began, “So far, you’ve been co-operating. As a result, I’ve been compelled to spare you of the indignity of restraints.”

“Sorry to disappoint you.”

“However, your record speaks for itself. I’ve had some time you read your file.”

“I’m sure you found it interesting.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. You did hijack a diplomatic flight. I’ll have you know that getting you through security wasn’t easy. Hence our friend over there.” Trammel nodded towards the air marshal. The burly man nodded back, patting the bulge in his pants where his sidearm must be. Or, the man was in an exceptionally good mood.

“If you’re going to cuff me, just do it.”

“I think we would both like to avoid a freak show. So I’m going to give you a choice. ” Trammel reached into his bag and produced a syringe. “Valium. Courtesy of the good doctor. Enough to knock you out for most of the trip. You’ll enjoy the ride home far more than I will. It’s your decision. But it’s going to be long flight. If you need to pee, do it now.”

“I’m fine. You don’t know how I’ll react to the shot.”

Trammel patted his bag. “I have several more just like it.”

“If I were you I wouldn’t take the chance.”

“You’re not me.”

“No. I’m not.”

“Welcome to Oceanic Flight 816, flying directly to Washington.” The flight attedent announced. “Please pay attention to the following safety demonstration…”

“So, what’s it going to be?” Asked Trammel.

Jack considered the options: He could handle twelve hours of handcuffs. Twelve hours of Trammel’s gloating was beyond even his endurance.

“We’re running out of time, Mr. Bauer. Make up your mind.”

Jack took off his jacket and pushed up his sleeve. “Just make sure I’m awake by the time we arrive. If I’m still sleeping when you hand me over it could be embarrassing. For you, anyway.”

“Sweet dreams, Bauer,” Trammel responded as he jabbed the needle into Jack’s bicep.

“Screw you,” Jack mumbled as the sedative took effect.

By the time the airliner left the ground Jack was asleep, his head against the bulkhead and an inexplicable smile on his face.