callisto24 (callisto24) wrote in backupcopythat, @ 2008-08-26 20:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | past and future |
past and future, chapter 15
Last part - finally! :)
title: past and future, chapter 15
author: callisto24
fandom: 24
warnings: as always, plus deathfic
rating: NC-17
disclaimer: nothing belongs to me, no money made
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They had let him go. He couldn ‘ t understand why or for what purpose and he didn ‘ t care.
He stood alone on the street, no idea of where to go, no idea how he was supposed to move on.
Chase turned his back to the building and tried to walk away but his legs refused to obey him.
He had lost the grip on the time he had spent being interrogated, attempting again and again to recall the events, to remember, to understand.
Only one thing finally had become clear to him.
Jack had tricked him, had wanted him to act as his murderer.
And no matter what explanation Bill had come up with, the proof that they had been blackmailed, that Jack might have seen himself forced to react this way - nothing could convince Chase that he might have had no other choice.
Obviously the others weren ‘ t considering him as the criminal he felt like. Self-defense remained a key word and he hadn ‘ t been able to change the image they painted.
Deep inside he knew that it hadn ‘ t been this way, that there existed no excuse for him, for what he had done, and that there never would be one.
Only one person beside himself he could make responsible and the pure thought of this man fed the flames of hate burning deep inside him.
He stumbled, felt weak, exhausted.
How many hours... days he must have spent in that interrogation room, time only interrupted by medical examination or short possibilities to rest in a cell.
But finally they had allowed him to leave. Leave to go nowhere... to no one.
He leant against a streetlight feeling like he was bound to CTU, like he couldn ‘ t cut the bonds which tied him on this place, unable to free himself.
Something would happen, he could feel it in his guts and it made him squirm.
“Chase!”
His head shot up.
“What are you doing here?”
“Got a call. You... you shouldn ‘ t be alone now.”
“You mean I shouldn ‘ t leave the town.”
Andrew shrugged. “I guess Chloe was concerned in the first place,” he added softly.
Chase turned away not meeting his eyes.
“No need and certainly no need to talk anymore. If you want to know... go and ask her.”
“I ‘ m not interested in storytelling.” Andrew came closer. “I ‘ m interested in you.”
* * * * *
“Time to calm down, Chloe.”
Morris grinned when he went to her place after having thrown a glance down to the street. “Chase is talking with a certain hot guy, seems like he had everything under control.”
“His name is Andrew,” Chloe snapped. “And I hope I ‘ m right to trust him in this.”
“Whatever.” Morris was eager to change the subject.
“You ‘ ve received that too?”
He pointed on the message blinking at the bottom of her monitor.
“I wasn ‘ t able to track or to make better sense of it... .”
Chloe stared on the screen hypnotized. Her fingers flew over the keyboard.
“Damnit!” She stared at Morris eyes open wide in shock.
“What... what...,” he startled.
“We ‘ re all... .” But she couldn ‘ t finish her sentence. The bomb already had been detonated and nothing could stop the explosion from blowing away the building and its surroundings, leaving nothing but destruction, the last salute of a man who wanted to be remembered at any costs.
* * * * *
The sun threw its last golden glances over the white shining, splendid residence. A fresh wind came up from the desert announcing what the night might bring.
Connors watched the sunset proudly giving the impression as if the spectacle played out in front of his eyes would belong to him, if nature would fulfil his will by showing its beauty.
Satisfied he stroke his hair back, admired the length of it, enjoyed the silken feeling between his fingers.
He held the silver strands against the light, delighted when they glistened and glimmered in tones from platinum to orange.
“What?”
He asked impatiently when he listened to the steps caused by someone climbing up the stairs to the patio. Everybody knew that he prefered to be alone during this time of the day. He needed some moments to recover from the work of a day, needed a rest before he could go on with the business of the night.
“Sorry Senor.” The submissive voice reconciled him a little and he decided to encourage the man slightly without making it too easy to him.
“You know I don ‘ t want to be disturbed, Miguel. Thought you had understood what disobidience means to my men.”
He turned around a content smile on his face and met the frightened features of his servant. But not only his. A pair of emerald shining eyes locked with his.
“What the fuck?”
“You ‘ re dead, son of a bitch!”
“Not yet,” Chase replied. “Your plan was good but far away from perfect. I already had left CTU when the bomb went off.”
“Can ‘ t be. You at least deserve prison.”
“Thought so, but obviously opinions about my deed were different.”
Connors grinned. “Justice never disappoints me. Always coming up with new surprises.”
He looked back to the sun setting the sky in red flames when it fought against the inevitable.
“So you want what, boy - kill me? Revenge?”
He shook his head. “Wouldn ‘ t change anything, neither would it bring Jack back. Don ‘ t know how you managed to trick my men to come inside but you will never be able to escape alive.”
“Who tells you that I want to.”
“Ahh,” Connors laughed. “Noble hero. Lots of your kind in this profession, right? Anyway... I don ‘ t intend to die, life is too comfortable these days. And in case you hadn ‘ t recognized, armed men are everywhere around you, ordered to shoot everybody who seems to threaten my life or my belongings.”
Chase smirked for the first time. “Well they had been easy to persuade that the american business partner you had expected for tonight arrived a little earlier.”
“Stupid bastards!” Connors cursed. “They will suffer for their incompetence.”
“I ‘ m sure they will.” Chase agreed, a sad smile still resting in the corners of his mouth.
Connors turned back regarding him awkwardly. “I still can ‘ t see what you want here. Obviously you hadn ‘ t managed to bring a weapon inside. My men are aiming at you. They don ‘ t care what you do or who you are. One wrong move and you will be a dead man.”
He nooded to the roofs next to them where armed guards stood watching them patiently.
“So if you want to blame me... do it and run. For I ‘ m not tolerating anyone who thinks he can intrude my privacy.”
Chase ignored him and adressed Miguel. I ‘ m sorry man. You decided to work for the wrong person. Better try to go as long as it will still be possible.”
The servant threw a questioning glance to Connors who felt his anger overcoming his annoyance.
“Dare it and you ‘ re dead at once,” he told Miguel and directed his attention back to Chase. “And what ‘ s concerning you... I have enough from your performances. They become worse each time. You are no fun without your squirrel-cheeked lover.”
He scrutinized the younger man “Too bad you decided to shoot him.”
Chase stood motionless and Connors came closer to lose his patience.
“Say something, son of a bitch. You will regret your actions anyway.”
“I won ‘ t, Roger. I know what I ‘ m doing.”
“And what can that be!”
Conners crossed his arms across his chest and regarded him mockingly.
Chase answered the gaze, his expression giving away no emotion before he finally spoke.
“I want to see your fear... for once I want to see you scared... want you to feel what he had felt, what I felt... at least a small part of it.”
“And why should I?”
Connors smirked.
“Because you ‘ re going to hell.”
“I won ‘ t.”
“You will. It ‘ s too late... you can ‘ t escape your fate anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“You ‘ re a dead man as well as I am.”
Connors trembled in anger.
“Crazy bastard. Stop that shit.”
Chase slowly lowered his head and started to unbutton his light jacket.
“What are you doing?”
“Just showing you something.”
Connors slightly raised one hand in order to prevent his men from shooting when Chase opened his clothes.
“Holy shit... ! What is it?” Connors gasped.
Chase looked down on the tiny, regularly blinking appliance fixed carefully on the pale skin.
“I think you already have a good idea.”
Connors took a step forward, disbelief visible in his features.
“Why would you be that stupid. Why would you sacrifice yourself?”
“Because it is the only way to make sure I ‘ ll get you. And getting you has been all my life was about since you ‘ ve taken away from me each reason to live.”
“Disarm it - at once!”
Chase smiled. “I can ‘ t... you can ‘ t stop it from turning this place and everything within a mile distance into an empty wasteland, the proof that men are capable of destruction of any kind.
It ‘ s triggered from a safe place... in ... .” He glanced at his watch. “In a few seconds.”
“But... why... ?”
Chase shrugged. “For the first time I was glad, that you decided to choose an abandoned place for your stay.”
“Santa Maria...!” Miguel fell to his knees.
“Get up... idiot...,” Connors screamed at him before he turned to his closest men.
“Shoot the bastard. Shoot him in his head...and... and take care of the bomb...!”
His gaze met Chase ‘ s while he gesticulated wildly and Chase discovered the upcoming horror in the eyes of the taller man.
And he smiled when the bullets hit him, smiled brightly when the world became dazzling white.
* * * * *
Andrew watched the fireball in the distance.
And suddenly he answered Chase ‘ s smile which he had felt at once in the moment he had activated the deadly weapon. He dropped the inconspicuous trigger, leant his head back staring into the wide sky while the vibrations of the unleashed powers shook the earth under his feet.
* * * * *
The little girl sat on the soft summer grass and combed her doll ‘ s hair with energetic movements.
She looked up when a shadow fell on her.
A dark shape watched her friendly.
“Hi Angela!”
She placed a hand above her eyes to protect them from the sun.
“This is a private garden,” she stated determined.
“Do my mums know that you ‘ re here?”
“Sure!”
Andrew nodded seriously. “You ‘ re a smart girl. Just like your dad had been. Look over there... .” He pointed backwards. “They are fixing a drink for you.”
“Okay?” Angela hesitated regarding him sceptically. “So... you ‘ re here to join us for a lemonade?”
“Not now!”
Andrew waved to Sharon who looked at him questioning.
“But maybe another day, if you wouldn ‘ t mind. Maybe one day you ‘ d like someone to tell you about your dad and I would be glad to do so.”
Angela considered the words for long moments.
“Maybe...,” she said and blinked when the two deep black eyes directed on her seemed to shine while they filled with wetness.
“I would like that.” Her green ones sparkled. “Yes... I think there will come a time... .
She took her doll with both hands and laid her head aside.
“You ‘ re okay by me. What ‘ s your name?”
“It ‘ s Andrew.”
He made a playful bow. “It ‘ s an honour for me to meet you, Angela.” With a relaxed grin he greeted into the direction of the two women who already were giggling amused.
“Then we ‘ ll see each other, Angela... see us soon!”