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Title: A Really Bad Idea
Author: marinw
Rating: R for violence. I said I couldn’t write quasi-torture porn. I lied.
Characters: Jack/Cheng/Bill
Summary: Post Day 6. This fic is for wordsthatfail, who requested some Jack/Cheng interaction.
Disclaimer: 24 is the property of the Fox Production Company. Yadda Yadda.
A/N: Will this Chinese Prison / Jack PTSD obsession ever end?

Until now, Cheng Zhi had co-operated. With Noah Daniels offering the promise of immunity, Cheng had provided District with a wealth of information. It was only in the matter of the secret location of some nuclear component that Cheng had become coy. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t talk. It was just that Cheng insisted that he would only give up this particular information to one individual. And one individual only.


Everyone agreed this was a really bad idea. But here he was.

Jack found Cheng prepared exactly the way he way he had instructed: Cheng was wearing an orange prison jumpsuit. Two pairs of handcuffs held Cheng’s arms to a metal chair. Shackles attached his ankles to the chairs legs, and the chair itself was bolted to the floor. A large metal table stood between them.

Jack regarded his prisoner, his eyes growing wide beneath their pale, arched eyebrows. He couldn’t quite believe that District was letting him do this.

Cheng wore the same expression that he had always worn: detached and slightly bemused.

The location of the nuke components. Right. That was why he was here. Jack opened his mouth to ask his first question.

No sound came out. He couldn’t talk.

All his language skills and whatever part of his brain that was responsible for speech had fled the room. His windpipe clamped itself shut, letting in an almost adequate amount of oxygen but not much else. Jack wanted to talk. But he couldn’t.

Jack reminded himself that he was the one in control. That this was his interrogation. Cheng was the prisoner chained to the chair and wearing the humiliating costume of a prisoner, and Jack was the one standing up and in street clothes.

None of that mattered. He still couldn’t talk. He could barely think.

“I believe you have some questions for me, Mr. Bauer,” Cheng said evenly.

Jack felt his face grow so tight he felt his cheekbones might shatter and his skin might split open.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I do this? Staying silent had always been his choice. Until now.

Jack should have listened to the CTU appointed psychiatrist who had tried to warn him that this sort of confrontation just wasn’t healthy. But Jack had always possessed an astonishing disregard for his own well being. National security came first. That would never change.

“You must be curious about something, Mr. Bauer.”

The room was growing smaller.

“I have told the good people here that I will coorperate. I will ansrew all of your questions. About anything at all. I will tell you things about your time with me. Things that I know you can’t remember. Information about the time I spent with Miss Raines. I will tell you everything you want to know. You have only to ask.”

Jack finally managed to make a sound, but it wasn’t in the form of coherent words. His voice returned to him in the form of a very loud and very primal scream. With one arm Jack upturned the table. Papers flew in all directions, and the laptop and microphone crashed onto the control floor. The tabletop almost hit Cheng’s chin on the way over.

With the table no longer between them, Jack’s scarred, bubbled hands closed around Cheng’s throat. And stayed there for almost too long.

It wasn’t until Jack heard the gasping sounds that he let go of Cheng. The prisoner’s breath returned in huge, gasping breaths. Dammit. I could have killed him.

“I will…be no… use to you… dead, Mr. Bauer.” Cheng finally managed to say, his voice suddenly raspy but still somehow even.

Jack regained control of his own breathing. Let’s try this again.

This time he didn’t scream. He vomited, the contents of his stomach landing on Cheng’s thin shoes. Jack felt his eyes start to water, so this time he did manage to scream. Jack knew that if he stopped yelling he would start to cry, and that was one thing he couldn’t allow himself do. Not in front of Cheng.

Jack felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find himself regarding the face with chiseled but gentle features and bright blue eyes.

“Come on, Jack,” Bill said softly. “Let’s go.”

Bill signaled the guard to open the door, and led an unresisting Jack out of the interrogation room.

From his seated position, Cheng smiled.




( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 21st, 2008 01:39 am (UTC)
i love love love your cheng zhi. did i ever tell you that?
Mar. 21st, 2008 01:47 am (UTC)
Thank you. Cheng is a DISTURBING amount of fun to write.
Jan. 9th, 2009 12:34 am (UTC)
no .... I don't like that Cheng won even in the end! No!!!
Jan. 9th, 2009 12:39 am (UTC)
This is why looking at my older fics makes me CRINGE. When I wrote this I was more into weak, shrivelling Jack instead of stroof strong, in control Jack.

For a completly different take on Jack and Cheng:

Immunity, Chapter 1
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