For Jack Bauer -- a MM thread

[whathastobedone]

She can feel it slipping through her fingers. Everything. All of it. Vladimir has called every contact he could possibly think of, and none of them know anything about the nuclear rods.

"Well, somebody that you've already talked to has to know something!"

"Renee, it's done."

No. No, it's not done. It can't be done. Jack's sitting downstairs waiting for this information; all of CTU is counting on her to find these rods, and if it's done that means the mission is over. Jack will pull her out, and she'll go back to...

What?

"We made five million."

"Why settle for five when we could have fifty?"

He laughs, and just looking at him makes her sick to her stomach, but then he's touching her and it's all she can do to keep her cool -- keep her cover. She smiles at him, hands on his waist like the thought of his body against hers doesn't repulse her, and tries to think.

"Five million is plenty. Plus, we have each other. That's not so bad, is it?"

"No, it's not bad," she smiles. "But it could be better!"

And then she moves, trying not to run but keeping her steps quick as she goes for his phone.

"Call them again. Do it for me."

Please.



Please.

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[mmkcountess.livejournal.com]

Vlad narrows his eyes at Renee. She didn't used to be this pushy, and he doesn't like people who try to boss him around. Especially women.

But then Renee...she is special, so he gives her a thin smile.

"I said no."

[whathastobedone]

She holds the phone out to him, rocks back and forth on her feet like she's getting ready to run

(maybe she is)

but she stands her ground.

"Come on, Vladimir, push them harder! Somebody knows something!"

[mmkcountess.livejournal.com]

Vlad's patience only goes so far, even with Renee. She needs to be put in her place.

"What is your problem?" he asks, giving her a shove. "Nobody knows, there is no one left to call! Now you go out there and tell Meier to leave, okay?"

[whathastobedone]

She lets him turn her away, lets him push her toward the door, for a brief moment aching with defeat when he doesn't budge. He's ready to snap, she can see it in his eyes, but the thought of Meier, of Jack...

She turns around quickly.

"I'm not telling him anything!"

Vladimir pauses, and looks at her like maybe he didn't hear her right. "What?"

There's a chill running down her spine, but despite the desperation and the fear she manages to soften her voice near the end of her next sentence.

"...Not until you try again."

[mmkcountess.livejournal.com]

Vlad lunges forward, grabbing her by the arms and shaking her. Physical threats have always worked well before with her.

"Look, it's over! What is wrong with you?"

[whathastobedone]

For a moment, she feels small.

"I need this deal!" she shouts.

[mmkcountess.livejournal.com]

Vlad's lip curls.

Manipulative, lying bitch--

"That is why you're here, the deal," he sneers.

[whathastobedone]

He's so close she can feel his putrid, alcohol-soaked breath on her face. Everything about him makes her sick, and her lips curl in return.

"Why else?! Do you think that I'm here for you?" she cries, shoving him off of her.

[mmkcountess.livejournal.com]

Vlad doesn't answer; a fist sends more of a message than words do. The first one makes her stagger, the second is harder, more of Vlad's rage behind it as her betrayal sinks in, and it sends her and the tray on the counter to the floor.

[whathastobedone]

She should have seen the first fist coming -- maybe she did, and she was just too busy defying him to get herself out of harms way -- but after his blow connects, she's not seeing much of anything for a few seconds.

She's punch drunk and dizzy, but even still she's tempted to ask him if that's all he's got.

It isn't.

The second blow wakes her up, sends her reeling to the floor in pain. She works her jaw and groans, blinking away the stars in her vision, and when she can see again --

"Get up!"

-- she gets up, as asked.

And swings that bread knife as hard as she can, right at his face.

[trigger_man]

Jack might be waiting outside, but that doesn't mean he isn't straining to hear every sound inside Laitanan's office.

I should have pulled her out, no matter what she said, dammmit what the hell is going on up there--

When he hears the sound of someone falling, he doesn't even have to think about running toward it; he's been waiting for a sound like that the whole time.

The scream, however, isn't what he expected. Even as he runs, panicked, some part of him registers that it doesn't sound like Renee. That doesn't stop him from feeling sick to his stomach with dread as he runs upstairs, ready to defend Renee with his own life if necessary.

It isn't; his first glimpse of what's happening making it very clear that it's not physical defense that she needs right now.

[whathastobedone]

She thought the sound of his pain would satisfy her. It doesn't. It terrifies her, more than anything, because now she's done it. Now she's really crossed the line. He'll kill her, now, and she won't be able to run, she won't be able to stop him.

I can never stop him.

She yells as she swings again, blind with terror and rage; again, even as he's hitting the ground.

She doesn't stop swinging, even after she can taste the tang of blood in her mouth; even after she knows he's dead.

She doesn't stop swinging.

[trigger_man]

The sight of her still stabbing Laitanan in the chest with everything she's got even though he's obviously dead and the sound of her cries in the room breaks his heart.

"Renee, stop. Stop," he says, trying to get through to her as he grabs her arms from behind a pulls her away from Laitanan's corpse.

Of course he learns very quickly that that might have not been the best idea.

[whathastobedone]

All she can hear is the sound of her blade sinking into Vladimir's body. It sickens her, straight to her very core; she screams just to feel something inside of her, other than disgust.

When his hands close around her arms and he yanks her back, she knows this is it. Even in death, even with a dozen holes in his chest, he'll find a way to take her down.

She's blinded by the tears in her eyes and the terror in her head, lashing out like a fox caught in a trap. She won't go down she won't go down you can't take me down she swings her body around and thrusts that knife up into his gut...






"Oh god."

[trigger_man]

The pain in his abdomen registers before he realizes its cause.

Oh god, she stabbed me.

He barely notices the look in her eyes changing from one of fear to to one of horror as he staggers backward, his knees buckling. Instinctively his left hand goes to the wound site, his brain distantly noticing warmth and stickiness and the hardness of the knife handle that's still embedded in his gut; the shock of the injury making him feel as though it's some separate part of him doing the analysis.

He grabs for the couch as he falls, but misses, a new wave of agony going through him as he hits the floor. Without really thinking of what he's doing, he pulls off his glasses, hand groping for something in his jacket before he really knows what he's looking for.

Cellphone, need help, more men here, get up, get up--

[whathastobedone]

She didn't think anything could be more terrifying than the thought of Vladimir retaliating -- somehow finding a way to hurt her again -- but when she opens her eyes and sees those steel green irises, pupils small with shock and pain, her whole world seems to shrink.

She lets go of the knife like it's suddenly turned hot, but it's too late. She can see it on his face, and then the wound as he stumbles backwards and falls, and a myriad of thoughts race through her head, but she can't single out and identify just one.

She's searching for her center, searching for that calm she had even when Ziya's blood was hitting her face as she sheered off his thumb. She has to act, she has to fix what she's done somehow -- Jack's hand goes for his jacket and she thinks numbly that she should call for help -- but she's frozen to the spot, staring in horror.

It isn't until Lugo enters the room that her numb stupor breaks. She whips her head up in time to see the recognition in his eyes and his hand searching for his weapon, but her mind is racing so fast with what she's done to Jack that she can't single out a course of action to take.

[trigger_man]

He catches the movement of Renee's gaze from himself to someone else, hears something drop in the room--

Get up now--

--battles through the pain as he sits up, pulling the knife from his abdomen as he spots Lugo aiming his gun at Renee. Training and instinct take over, hardly realizing he's thrown the knife before it hits Lugo in the throat, the man gurgling as he falls to the floor.

Footsteps outside--how many more men did Laitanan have here again?--he grabs the pistol on the floor and comes up on one knee, every bend and twist and stretch filling his belly with fire.

Shadows move outside the office, and Jack fires at them, the silhouettes falling to the floor and leaving only the sound of Renee's ragged gasps beside him.

[whathastobedone]

It all happens so fast.

Just as soon as one thought clears -- get down, idiot, before he kills you! -- something else happens. She jumps as Lugo hits the picture behind him, glass shattering around his shoulders. She doesn't even register the knife in his throat until he's already on his knees.

She feels mired in molasses when she turns her head to look at Jack -- snap out of it; remember how to treat a field wound -- but he's already moving. He grabs the gun and starts firing, and everything turns to static in her head, ears ringing with the discharge. She fights the urge to cover her ears and hide -- they're coming, find a piece and back him up, damnit! -- but she can't help but flinch.

And when she opens her eyes, it's all over.

Her knees give way as the shock starts to leave her system, just as Jack turns to look at her.


She can't return the gaze.

[trigger_man]

Jack drops the gun, looking over at Renee in time to see her fall to her knees. The look of shock on her face is starting to crack, and he pulls himself to his feet, propelled by a need to hold her that he isn't going to question or examine too closely at the moment.

Every movement hurts like hell, but it isn't enough to stop him from taking the few steps toward her, then kneeling in front of her and pulling her into his arms.

"It's all right. It's all right," he whispers, rocking her gently as he places one hand on the back of her neck, pulling her into his shoulder. "It's okay."

[whathastobedone]

She feels numb from head-to-toe, until suddenly Jack is there, cradling her against him tenderly. She doesn't remember him moving, but that doesn't matter. What matters is he's there.

Not dead.

She pulls in one shaky breath after another as he rocks her, assuring her everything is all right. It's not, she thinks. It's not all right. Nothing about this is all right.

But, with him there she can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, it will be.

One choked sob escapes her throat as the adrenalin dissipates, and the reality of what just happened begins to sink in. She knows she has to keep it together; she can't break down here, now. But right now, she just wants to believe what he's whispering to her.

It's all right.



It's okay.

[trigger_man]

Even though he can feel his bloodied shirt sticking to his skin, even though he wants to curl into himself with the pain, he stays where he is. He doesn't feel lightheaded or any shakier than he'd expect considering what just happened. Only the pain, and he's had a lot of experience dealing with that. He can hold her a little longer, let her cry it out. To be honest, he doesn't exactly want to let go of her for his own sake, either. Not with how close he came to losing her.

But the stab wound and the aftermath of the last few minutes aren't things that he can ignore too long. He needs to call CTU, tell them that Laitanan is dead so they can start working other leads. He needs to get checked out by CTU medical, make sure it's just a flesh wound, that something isn't going to appear later.

Suddenly, he realizes there's an option other than CTU. One that will buy them some time.

"Renee?" he asks, once he thinks her sobs are starting to lessen, "Listen to me. When you went in the bar an hour ago, what door did you use?"

[whathastobedone]

She's breathing so hard at this point, trying to keep her tears under control, that it takes a minute for her to focus on his question.

"The bar?" She shakes her head a little, eyes hollow and sunken. "I -- was in the bathroom..."

Maybe it's because she's shaking so much that she doesn't notice the effects of the stab wound right away; or maybe she was just so overwhelmed by her own emotions that she didn't even think, but it occurs to her then why he's asking. She pulls back in barely contained frenzy.

"Jack, your side -- my god," she chokes, shaking fingers moving to the bloody hole in his shirt. "We need to get you help; get this looked at."

Her glassy eyes settle on his face, wide with concern and alarm.

[trigger_man]

"It's okay," he says, softly and evenly, trying to keep her calm. She needs something to focus on, something to do.

Cupping her cheek in his palm, he says, "Go to the bathroom and get a small towel or see if there's a first-aid kit. When you come back out, close the door behind you. Okay?"

[whathastobedone]

She nods in three quick, jerky motions (ignoring the brief wave of nausea as she's reminded of her own trauma), both hands reaching to cradle and squeeze the hand he has at her cheek before scuffling to her feet, quickly making her way into the bathroom.

She knows she won't find any first-aid; she already searched the bathroom, the instant she had a moment to herself. But she knows where to find clean towels, and a bottle of alcohol.

She returns quickly on legs that feel like jell-o, almost forgetting to close the door behind her.

"Are y-you feeling light-headed at all? Dizzy, or weak?" she asks after yanking the door shut, and coming back to his side. She's trying to force some clarity, and remember what she learned with the bureau. "Where's the pain, w-what kind is it? Does it burn, or ache, or feel sharp? Or--"

[trigger_man]

Jack quickly unbuttons his shirt as she goes to get what he'd asked for. The wound's still bleeding, but not gushing. Of course that could mean it's pooling in his abdominal cavity instead.

He looks up as she comes back in, reaching for the towel and the alcohol. "No, I'm not dizzy, or anything that feels like I'm going into shock," he says, though he's not entirely sure he'd realize it if he was. "And it's kind of all of the above. I think it's just a flesh wound, but I should go into the bar and get it checked out. The infirmary there can fix pretty much anything."