Once Jack Bauer was being tortured. He didn't say a single word.

[ctu_savior]

WHO: Jack Bauer and Sarah Connor
WHERE: The place Sarah waitresses at.
WHEN: The following takes place between 2PM and 3PM. Events occur in real time.
WARNINGS: None, unless they wind up in another standoff. Can't discount the possibility.
SUMMARY: Still pissed about any number of things, Jack returns to Sarah's diner for coffee and angst. Coffangst.

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[dreams_of_bombs]

Sarah was finishing the orders on a table in the corner when the familiar looking man came back into the diner. Well, well, well, would wonders never cease. She saw the other waitress on duty head to his table, but Sarah waved at her and shook her head.

Sarah'd take that table.

Swinging by the coffee station for the pot, she headed to the table and poured him a glass.

"Fancy meeting you here. Come to pay me back for last time?"

[ctu_savior]

He gave his tight little smile. "You could say that. I figured I didn't tip well enough then." He wrapped his hands around the coffee and felt it warming them. "How've you been?"

[dreams_of_bombs]

"Same old. The vampire Nazis managed to steer clear of this place."

She pulled out the order pad and a pen by, feel, her eyes never leaving Jack. Despite the smile, she still feels he's dangerous and she doesn't like to take her eyes off dangerous people.

"You?"

[ctu_savior]

"They hit the police station pretty hard," he said. "I got knocked out when the first missile detonated and spent the rest of the night unconscious. I think I'll have a sandwich. Roast beef." He sipped his coffee, pretending not to notice Sarah's eyes on him. He knew some people were capable of recognizing what kind of person he was. He was used to it.