Characters: Renee Walker
Warnings: Nothing worth mentioning.
Summary: If anything, Renee's always lamented the tendency of nice guys to come in last. A Day 7/1am-2am vignette.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing, don't sue :D
Fortune, they say, favors the bold.
The same is not always true for Jack Bauer.
Sometimes, when you’re bold and you have no right to be, he looks as though favoring you is the last thing on his mind.
He had a right to be mad. She’d known that he would be. And she’d been willing to face that anger.
She just hadn’t expected that when he got up in her face like that, she’d get a little turned on.
Renee is disgusted and embarrassed by her own reaction. He’s sick, he’s dying, and that right there should be enough to quash her libido. Although the FBI head-shrinkers, who they’re supposed to see whenever something traumatic happens, always warn them that sometimes the presence of death has the opposite effect.
She’s never been drawn to the bad boys, the troublemakers. She’s never looked at a man inexorably flawed and thought ‘I can fix him’. She’s never put up with the abusive ones. In college she had a boyfriend who threw a wooden salad bowl at her. She broke his arm.
If anything, she’s always lamented the tendency of nice guys to come in last.
Jack is good, but he isn’t nice.
* * *
Later, when she has time to think, time even to refresh her cold cup of coffee, she reconsiders that judgment.
Jack must have a nice side. No one is any one thing, even though she’s cursed several people today for being complete imbeciles.
He had a daughter. A wife. She tries to imagine Jack Bauer as the happy family man, preparing for birthday parties, washing the car, mowing the lawn.
She can imagine it, but in all her imaginings his face is still drawn and grim, his skin lightly sheathed with sweat, his eyes haunted.
Maybe nice is too much to ask.
Maybe after all he’s seen and done and gone through, even good is more than anyone has any right to expect.
* * *
Larry calls, and Renee curses herself for having let her guard down for even a moment.
It’s not over.
She wonders if it ever will be.
The head-shrinkers will be making a lot of overtime.