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Title:On the Day of the Execution, Chapter One.
Author: marinw
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometime Post Day 7. Jack sees Tony for the last time.
Spoilers: for 7.24. 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: Am I actually writing Tony? Frak me. Thanks to my super-fast beta,cybertoothtiger. More thanks to leigh57

Tony Almeida had until exactly six p.m. to live.

Jack shuffled into the visiting room of the maximum security prison. He had refused the offer of a wheelchair. The cane he used to balance himself was less than ideal, but it was slightly more dignified than falling face forward on to the concrete floor. He did allow the guard to pull out the chair for him. Jack had learned not to be embarrassed about such things.

“Could you excuse us?” Jack asked the guard politely.

“Mr. Bauer, I am under strict orders not to leave you alone with the condemned.”

“Almeida is in full restraints and I can barely walk across the room. Nothing is going to happen here.”

“I have my orders, sir.”

“Please,” Jack whispered.

“Okay. But you will be monitored on video the whole time.”

“I understand. Thank you.”

The guard nodded and left he room. Jack rested his cane against the table.

“Do they always do whatever you want?” Tony asked.

Instead of answering, Jack took a moment to look at the prisoner sitting across the metal table from him. Tony wore a bright orange jumpsuit. His hands were in shackles bolted to the table, his feet in leg irons bolted to the floor.

Jack folded his hands in front of him.

“At six o’clock tonight they are going to strap you to a gurney and they’re going to start an IV. And then they’re going to give you a lethal injection. I needed to see you before that happens.”

“Are you’re going to watch me die?”


“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“So why are you here, Jack?”

“Almost two months ago, I woke up in West Arlington Hospital and I didn’t remember how I got there. They told me that I was exposed to a weaponized virus. There is a lot about that day I still don’t remember, but there are two things I do recall: I remember that Bill died saving the President. And that you were planning to deploy the same bio-weapon that almost killed me. I couldn’t believe that my friend would betray me. Would kill thousands of innocent people. So I needed to come here and see it for myself.”

“You can stop them from killing me, Jack. The President owes you. If you ask her to stay the execution, she will.”

“Ask her yourself. Co-operate with the investigation. Tell the FBI what you know about Alan Wilson.”

“I already made that offer. President Taylor refuses to give me immunity.”

“But you can reduce your sentence.”

“To life imprisonment? I don’t think so.”

“You can ease your conscience.”

“My conscience is clear. Everything I did was for a higher purpose.”

“You really believe that, don’t you?”

“It’s either a full pardon, or everything I know dies with me.”

“President Taylor can’t be bribed.”

“How far did Renee get with Wilson? Has the FBI collected one shred of evidence against him? Or did they have to let him go?”

“The FBI has him under surveillance.”

“That wouldn’t be good enough for the Jack Bauer I once knew. You should see yourself. You’re pathetic. You’ve lost your edge. You’re crippled. It would have been better if you had died.”

“Stop trying to provoke me. It might work. If you really wanted Wilson taking care of you would have helped the authorities. At your arraignment you waived your right to a trial and allowed Taylor to fast-track your execution. You can’t take down Wilson if you’re dead. You’re the one who’s lost focus.”

“I still have my honor. I haven’t sold out. I’m not one of them. Not like you.”

“You’re insane,” Jack whispered sadly.

“The President is using you, Jack. She’s taking care of you now so that she can use you later. And then she’ll throw away, just liked all the others.”

“If she asks me to serve my country I will.”

“Look what happened the last time you served your country. Look at the thanks you got. Look at the price Teri paid for your service.”

Jack leaned forward until he was inches away from Tony’ face. “Don’t you dare drag Teri into this. I would never use my wife or my unborn child to justify my actions.”

Tony raised his hands as far as the shackles would allow. “You want information from me? Then take it. Make me talk. Punch me. If you can still make a fist.”

The fingers of Jack’s right hand started to curl themselves inwards.

The guard entered the room, “Time’s up Mr. Bauer.”

Jack grabbed his cane and struggled to his feet. “Yes, it is. Goodbye Tony. I hope you can find some peace.”

“You know I’m right Jack,” Tony screamed as Jack was led from the room. “You know I’m right!”

Outside the prison, Renee was waiting.



( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 25th, 2009 08:12 pm (UTC)
Oh, SNAP. Interesting take on the whole post-season angle you've got here.

I love the fact that, even after everything that's happened, Jack is still sorta bargaining with Tony here.

Also, I love the way you've written semi!batshit!insane Tony. :D

This bit--

Tony raised his hands as far as the shackles would allow. “You want information from me? Then take it. Make me talk. Punch me. If you can still make a fist.”

The fingers of Jack’s right hand started to curl themselves inwards.

--made me go, "HOSNAP."

Nice work, and interesting premise. Am off to read part 2. :D
May. 26th, 2009 12:12 am (UTC)
Adding that bit you quoted was cyber's suggestion. All hail the awesome beta.

I feel no pity for Tony. He's joined the ranks of batshit villans, as you so eloquently state.

Edited at 2009-05-26 12:13 am (UTC)
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