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Title: In Memory Yet Green, Chapter 2
Author: marinw
Characters: Jack/ Dr. Schreber
Rating: PG
Summary: A few months post Day 7. Jack hangs out at Camp David and a final (?) session with Dr. Schreber. Takes place the day after Run.
Disclaimer: 24 is the Property of the Fox Production Company.
A/N: I didn’t mean for my OC to take on a life of his own. My bad. I’m finally including his backstory for anyone who may care. Some of you were upset that Schreber testified against Jack in Hostile Witness so here’s an explanation. Thanks to my beta cybertoothtiger


“I see this as a positive development.”

Jack snorted. “I can’t even run a mile.”

“But you tried. You value yourself enough to have pushed yourself, even though your choice of activity may have been overly ambitious for the time being. Ultimately, you will achieve a level of fitness you deem acceptable.”

“Just not today.”

“Not today. But soon. The desire to recover is there. You used to have an almost stunning disregard for your own well-being. Something has changed. Something fundamental.”

“President Taylor thinks I’m worth saving.”

“There is something to be said for that level of validation. The President isn’t the only one who cares about you. You have friends. Family. A whole network of support that wasn’t there before.”

“Before what?”

“You still don’t remember our sessions from four years ago, do you?”

“Bits and pieces. Tell me.”

“It was a difficult time for you, Jack. You had recently returned from China.”

“I don’t remember much of that either.”

“That’s not a bad thing. You were staying with Bill and his wife. Bill felt profoundly guilty about how you were abandoned in China. More than he ever allowed himself to express. He took it upon yourself to take care of you until you were able to leave the country. Bill told me that you often woke in the middle of the night up screaming. I prescribed medication to help you sleep but you were reluctant to take it.”

“I take me my meds now.”

“Drugs are tools. They can alleviate pain and they can help a person heal. They can also cause enormous harm.”

“I …I was in Mexico, working undercover. I had a heroin habit. Why would I do that to myself?”

“You had your reasons. Not necessarily good reasons. But reasons.”

“I had reasons for everything I did when I was at CTU. They must have seemed like good decisions at the time. That’s what I told the Senate.”

“The Hearings. I believe that was about a month ago?”

“It was more like an official statement.”

“That must have been difficult.”

Jack shrugged. “It was fine. The president had given me immunity and there weren’t any cameras. I was still using the chair so they went easy on me. They skipped the rhetoric and just wanted the facts. I told them what I knew, what I remembered. There was a lot I didn’t remember. That was a little embarrassing.”

“There was no need to feel embarrassed. The Senate knew that you had been ill.”

“Yeah. In a way, giving my statement felt good. Just to have the record there. Now the government has another piece of the picture. Information to help them decide how they want the new CTU to operate.”

“Would you consider working at CTU?”

“I would never pass the physical.”

“Not as a field agent, obviously. But perhaps in some sort of administrative capacity…”

“Something would get me back in the field. It always does. I don’t want that. But I do have to make a decision.”


“Coming to Camp David was the right choice. I’ve gotten more sleep in the past two months than I have in the past five years. I have everything I need to get better.”

“You’re planning on leaving?”

“Not many people know this yet: The president is planning a series of negotiations with Iran. The initial talks are taking place here. The presence of a former CTU agent who was questioned before the Senate would send the wrong message.”

“I’m sure you are skilled at remaining inconspicuous. Why are you leaving? You haven’t worn out your welcome, and the conditions here aren’t exactly harsh.”

Schreber gestured to the neatly appointed living room where the two men were meeting. For a presidential retreat it was remarkably rustic. The place had the aura of an institution that until very recently had been exclusively male. Redecorating was very low on Taylor’s list of priorities. That was a task that fell to the First Spouse, and right now there wasn’t one.

“Kim wants me to go to LA, to stay with her family for awhile.”

“You seem apprehensive at that prospect.”

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

“That might have been a valid concern a few months ago. But you are no longer bedridden or using a wheelchair. It’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“She’s my daughter. I love her. But ever since I woke up from the coma, something is different.”

“You were estranged from your daughter for years. When the two of you finally reunited you were very ill. That is going to change any relationship.”

“It’s more than that. I still feel disconnected from the life I had before I was infected.”

“Is that what frightens you? That you can’t re-connect with your family?”

“I’m afraid of the opposite. I could be part of her life again. I could have my own life back. But I’ve tried to do this before. What if I got my life back and then lost it again.?”

“That is a risk every one of us takes. We are all in danger of losing the people we love and the things we value.”

“Some of us more than others,” Jack mumbled absently as he stared out the window.

“Jack, I get the impression that something else is on your mind.”

“This may be the last time we see each other. I…I have a favor to ask you. It’s not about me, it’s about a friend.”

“Ms. Walker. The FBI agent.”

“More like former agent. This is what I know: Right after I was brought to the hospital, Renee had a suspect in her custody. She was interrogating him. Something went wrong. She won’t tell me. But she hasn’t been in the field since.”

“Surely the FBI has assigned a counselor to her.”

“You know that you can’t make someone to discuss their feelings if they don’t want to. Maybe speaking to someone off the record is what she needs.”

“She can contact me if she wants to. Without knowing the circumstances of Ms. Walker’s suspension from the FBI, I can tell you this: When we think about the physical and psychological damage caused by torture, our sympathies almost always goes the victim. What is often not considered is that the person inflicting the torture is damaged as well. You understand that better than anyone.”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the room.

“Jack, I have been debating with myself whether to discuss this with you. But you deserve an explanation. You may not remember this, but the Senate did call me to testify against you. I did so under protest.”

Jack snapped his head up. “You didn’t have a choice.”

“I did. I could have gone to jail.”

“Not for me. I have enough on my conscience.”

“Refusing the subpoena wouldn’t have been just about you. If it wasn’t you it would have been someone else. It’s about the integrity of my office. My patients have to know that talking to me is safe. Now that trust has been violated.”

“But you did it anyway.”

“I’m a coward. I couldn’t bear the thought of going back to prison.”

Back to prison? What happened to you?”

Schreber took a deep breath. He was by his nature rather fussy, but Jack had never seen him this nervous. For a moment it seemed unclear who was the shrink and who was the patient.

“I can make you talk,” Jack said.

“Is that supposed to be funny?”

“No, not really. But I would like to know. Please.”

“I was raised by very conservative and religious parents. When I was seventeen my father caught me in bed with my boyfriend. I was immediately thrown out of the house and left to fend for myself. I had always wanted to be a doctor. So I joined the army to pay my way through medical school. The irony was that I still had to hide who I was.”

“I served as a medic during Desert Storm. I was captured by and held for almost two months. As a doctor, I had no intelligence for my interrogators. That didn’t stop them. If I had valuable information I would have given it to them. I would have given them anything they wanted. I am trained to respect the integrity of the human body. Particularly my own.”

“I was finally rescued after the war ended. My leg was broken in three places and badly infected. The American doctors wanted to amputate. I wouldn’t let them.”

“Good for you.” That explains the limp.

“I was honorably discharged and free to pursue my career. The choice of specialty seemed obvious.”

“Save your patients and you can save yourself.”

“It wasn’t that simple. The people I treat: agents, soldiers, firefighters. Brave, brave men and women. Their courage humbles me. I am still a coward.”

“Why haven’t you told me this before? Or have you?”

“It is important to maintain a certain degree of detachment. Our sessions were never about me. I only shared this with you now to explain why I testified. It was pure fear. That, and Roy begged me not to refuse the subpoena.”


“My partner. We have been together for ten years.”

“It’s good to have somebody.”

“Yes. It is.”

The two men suddenly ran out of things to say.

“Thank you for coming,” Jack said.

Schreber extended a hand. “It’s been an honor, Jack.”



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Aug. 22nd, 2009 06:50 pm (UTC)
It's fascinating to see how Jack views his old life as a spectator rather than a participant because of the memory loss. The thought of him in a wheelchair is just... GAH.

Oh, Bill. Bill. *Sighs*

I'm interested in the Dr.'s discussion of how torture damages the perpetrators as well as the victims. It's amazing that he can be at all sympathetic to Jack given what he himself experienced. You've given this character a new dimension.
Aug. 22nd, 2009 06:55 pm (UTC)
I dunno about the wheelchair. That's just my own wank. Maybe he'll wake up from the coma and start running around in no time?

It's also my wank that Bill took care of Jack post Day 6. I have NOTHING to back this up.

Bill? The person or the hurricane headed my way? *checks supply of battaries and candles*

At the end of Day 7 Jack did seem remorseful about the shit he's done over the years. All that torturing must have taken some sort of toll.

It's amazing that he can be at all sympathetic to Jack given what he himself experienced.

Hadn't thought of that. Stockholm syndrome?

Edited at 2009-08-22 09:55 pm (UTC)
Aug. 22nd, 2009 10:59 pm (UTC)
Bill the person. The hurricane is much less nuturing. Something I always wonder about hurricane preparations is how come people in hurricane zones are always having to nail plywood to their windows? Whatever happened to shutters? You would think someone would have thought of an easier, re-usable solution by now. Or do the architects and designers only design for good weather?
Aug. 22nd, 2009 11:02 pm (UTC)
Nova Scotia power designs for no wind and no small animals with teeth. Our power grid is the embarrassment of Kazikstan.

My area of the city tends to be hooked up the first after a storm *crosses fingers*

But we digress
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