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Title: What The Body Remembers
Author: marinw
Characters: Jack/Tony
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: 24 is the property of Fox.
Summary: 7.04. Tony scrutinizes Jack
A/N: Am I STILL going on about China? Sheesh. A quickie and unbeta’d. Title taken from the novel of the same name by Shauna Singh Baldwin.

Tony handed Jack a pile of black clothing.

“These should fit.”

Jack examined a combat boot. “You remembered my shoe size?”

“Yeah. And it was in your file.”

Jack was staring to wonder about this mythical file everyone seemed to have access to. He looked around the basement, hoping for a bathroom or closet.

“You looking for something?” Tony asked.

He’s not letting me out of his sight. “No, I’m fine.”

Nevertheless, Jack turned his back to his friend.

Jack wasn’t vain. Objectively, he knew that his body was nothing to be ashamed of. For someone well on the other side of forty, he wasn’t doing badly at all. He was smaller than Emerson’s thugs, but he was well-muscled and didn’t have an extra pound to his name. He had passed the days since arriving home from Sangala running, swimming, and lifting weights. It was one of his less self-destructive methods of handling stress. His body was a tool, a weapon, something that needed to be kept in good working order. That was all.

Yet now he felt shy.

Jack unbuttoned his blue dress shirt and pulled it off. He was glad to get rid it, as the mornings activities had left his clothes rather worse for wear.


Jack could feel Tony’s brown eyes scrutinizing his back. The muscles in his broad, straight shoulders flinched. After four years, the instinct remained. He had done his best to confine Cheng’s interrogations to a remote corner of his psyche. But his body remembered.

This had all happened before. That moment four years earlier, when he had abandoned another blue dress shirt to find Assad staring at his raw back. Since then, the burns and lacerations had faded: At the hospital they had done things with silicone injections and lasers. Sunlight and salt water had done the rest. Yet the scars were still there.

“What are you staring at?” Jack snarled.

“What the hell happened?”

“What does it look like?” Jack pulled the long sleeved t-shirt over his head.


“Yes, It was China. Was that in the file too?” Jack kicked off his shoes.

“It must have been hell.”

“It was.” Jack managed to pull off his trousers and pull on the jeans in one gesture.

“Jack, look, Emerson was keeping me pretty busy…”

Jack pulled on the kevlar vest and fastened the velcro closures. The more layers, the better.

“Tony, here’s what I know: You were running Emerson’s crew. You had the men, the intel, and the resources. You could have saved me, but you didn’t. I don’t want to hear about your good intentions. It doesn’t matter. Not anymore.”

“That’s not fair. Emerson…”

“Emerson had you on a short leash, and he convinced you I wasn’t worth the effort.”

“There is an explanation. A good one. Me, Bill, Chloe, we all…”

“We don’t have time for this now.”

“Later, then. I owe you that.”

“Fine. We can talk about this later. Now let me finish getting dressed. We have work to do.”




( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 10th, 2009 10:28 pm (UTC)
Hmmm...this is interesting...kind of the opposite of my story in some ways. I am not sure Jack would hold it against Tony that he didn't personally go to China and try to break him out...that would have been next to impossible. But I can see him resenting Tony for getting involved with the kind of people they'd worked for years to put behind bars while he was suffering in China. I'd like to see you continue this and write that scene later where Tony explains to Jack what he's been doing...I'm curious to see how your take differs from mine.
Feb. 10th, 2009 11:12 pm (UTC)
Re: Interesting
This is a one-shot. I need to see how the season plays out before I write more. I do hope Jack dosn't go back to prsion, because he dosn't deserve that.

Thanks for reasding.
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