Fic: Out of Time (24, PG)
Title: Out of Time
Fandom: 24
Characters: Jack Bauer
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 135
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Fanfic, for fun, not profit.
Summary/Notes: Written for the tvrealm challenge Don't Stop Believing where you were to listen to 10 different, random songs and create something for them. I chose to write, minimum word count was 50. I'm linking the song because you may never have heard it -- or just would like to hear it again!
Mad World - Michael Andrews & Gary Jules
Out of Time
Jack Bauer was always out of time.
It spun by faster than he, the clock’s staccato tick-tick-tick drove him forward, demanding, unceasing, uncaring in what it pushed him into doing, into becoming. There was no looking back, no second-guessing. There was no time for any of that because he was going too slow - or the world was going too fast.
Until it wasn’t. Until the unending tick-tick-tick stalled, when the beating of his heart doubled, trebled, every sluggish second the rest of the world lived by. Then he knew everything that was going to happen, remember every dreadful thing he’d ever done. When he’d be able to do anything, but could do none of it because he was going too fast - or the world was going too slow.
He lived his life out of time
Fandom: 24
Characters: Jack Bauer
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 135
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Fanfic, for fun, not profit.
Summary/Notes: Written for the tvrealm challenge Don't Stop Believing where you were to listen to 10 different, random songs and create something for them. I chose to write, minimum word count was 50. I'm linking the song because you may never have heard it -- or just would like to hear it again!
Mad World - Michael Andrews & Gary Jules
Out of Time
Jack Bauer was always out of time.
It spun by faster than he, the clock’s staccato tick-tick-tick drove him forward, demanding, unceasing, uncaring in what it pushed him into doing, into becoming. There was no looking back, no second-guessing. There was no time for any of that because he was going too slow - or the world was going too fast.
Until it wasn’t. Until the unending tick-tick-tick stalled, when the beating of his heart doubled, trebled, every sluggish second the rest of the world lived by. Then he knew everything that was going to happen, remember every dreadful thing he’d ever done. When he’d be able to do anything, but could do none of it because he was going too fast - or the world was going too slow.
He lived his life out of time