When Jack closes his eyes, he’s surrounded by the familiar environs of his room in Milliways, curled in his bed as a few rays of moonlight slant through chinks in the blinds
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She remembers how cold the steel-topped table is to the touch, and the feel of rough concrete at her back.
(She remembers Jack's anger, and bearing the brunt of questions that rang like bullets in her eardrums. And more than that, she remembers being held here without him, an IV in her arm and fire in her veins, sweating and shaking.)
She doesn't like this room, but it's better than the one she left.
(It's safer - this much, she knows. Cheng isn't here; she's not bound to a hospital bed; she's wearing her own clothes.)
She approaches Jack, half a smile curving her lips.
Jack jumps at the voice behind him. There’s a split second before he realizes who it is, a split second of thinking no it can’t be, I have to be wrong before he turns and sees--
“Audrey,” he says, softly, a deep ache blooming in his chest.
This is the Audrey he’d hoped to see, when he got back from China, and he can’t forget that it’s not the Audrey he found.
“Found each other?” Jack asks, once he can figure out which of the hundred questions in his head he should ask first. “How are we even here? The last I knew, I was going to sleep about as far from CTU as you can get.”
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She remembers how cold the steel-topped table is to the touch, and the feel of rough concrete at her back.
(She remembers Jack's anger, and bearing the brunt of questions that rang like bullets in her eardrums. And more than that, she remembers being held here without him, an IV in her arm and fire in her veins, sweating and shaking.)
She doesn't like this room, but it's better than the one she left.
(It's safer - this much, she knows. Cheng isn't here; she's not bound to a hospital bed; she's wearing her own clothes.)
She approaches Jack, half a smile curving her lips.
(She's safe, mobile and coherent.)
"Jack."
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“Audrey,” he says, softly, a deep ache blooming in his chest.
This is the Audrey he’d hoped to see, when he got back from China, and he can’t forget that it’s not the Audrey he found.
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He's so familiar it hurts.
She resists the urge to smooth her silk blouse or run her palms down the sides of her pencil skirt.
"We found each other, after all."
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