Jack's just come downstairs from a shower after a run, and he's looking forward to a nice, cold beer. Really, this humidity stuff is insane, and it's almost making him look forward to fall. Almost.

Snape is seated at a table not far from the fireplace, surrounded by parchment, scribbling something with a quill. Death seems to be a good time to ( Read more... )

 There's a Jack Bauer sitting at the bar.

It is not, technically a Jack Bauer; it is all Jack Bauers that have ever existed. Some patrons may see the Jack still reeling from his wife's death, others see the Jack that commutes to the Pentagon every day. Some see the Jack fresh out of rehab for heroin addiction, others see the Jack taking a break ( Read more... )

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Jack steps into the bar, rubbing his forehead and looking a little rough.  He hasn't slept well--again--and there was a worrying-looking letter from a law firm in the mailbox when he'd picked up the mail.  It was addressed to Kim, which doesn't really help any, either.  He's dying to know what's the letter says, but can't open it, obviously, and ( Read more... )

There's a certain ex-CTU agent sitting in one of the chairs over by the fireplace.   A cup of coffee is sitting on the table next to his right hand, but he hasn't touched it in quite a while.  It's not that he's not interested in the coffeee, he's just fast asleep.  He hasn't been getting a lot of sleep at home lately.  Not that he wants to be ( Read more... )

For the sake of argument, we'll say that the Jack Bauer that walks in the door has been here before once or twice; enough that its appearance isn't entirely surprising.  He isn't that Other Jack Bauer though, not the one that's actually made friends in here ( Read more... )

It's been a few days since Jack and Kim argued and she asked him to leave.  The time hasn't made the hurt or anger any easier to deal with, though, and so Jack's in the bar doing what he's been doing for the last few days: sitting at the bar and drinking.  He's not drunk yet, not by a long shot.  He'd like to be later, though.

He knows he should ( Read more... )

The girl who comes through the front door is five-foot-nothing, bespectacled, clad in ragged leopard print boxer shorts and a white tank top, and attempting to keep a small black cat from following her in by poking at him with one bare foot.

"Nuh-uh-uh-uh, you, no coming in my--"

She turns, shutting the door behind her.

"--room."

Long, long pause.

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Jack's gone out to his usual spot by the lake tonight. He really--really--wants a drink, but he's not sure he could stop at just one, and while thinking of himself definitely wouldn't stop him, thinking of Kim does. He'd as much as admitted to Dr. Loceff that earlier that day; that he'd do things for his daughter that he wouldn't do for his own ( Read more... )