#jackbauer

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"ALWAYS, SWEETHEART"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH JACK

I hope you like it! 😌🖤☝

You didn't know where you were.

The last thing you remembered was leaving the house and heading to the supermarket to buy the ingredients for that night's dinner, and then… nothing.

You tried to remember what happened next, but your head was foggy and hurt enough that you couldn't think straight.

You scanned the place where you were. It looked like an abandoned barn.

Where horses and cows should have been, there were large sacks of something you'd rather not know what it was.

You struggled to your feet, letting out a gasp of pain as you did so.

You looked down at your leg and saw that your entire knee was covered in blood.

Whoever had done this to you didn't think highly of you.

You looked around for a basin of water to clean yourself up with, but you couldn't find anything resembling it.

Then a man burst in and quickly closed the door behind him when he saw you were awake and on your feet, both of which were things he hadn't expected.

"Who are you?" you asked, swallowing the anxiety and fear you felt. "Where am I?"

"I'm not going to answer any of your questions," the man growled. "You'd better keep your mouth shut or there will be consequences, sweetie."

"I want to go home," you blurted out. "I didn't do anything, please."

"Nice try," the stranger conceded. "But your pleas won't work on me."

That's when he pulled a gun from the back of his pants, as a warning.

You tensed and took two steps back on pure instinct.

You'd never been so close to a gun, let alone one that would be used against you if necessary.

"Don't shoot," you begged, raising your hands. "Please, I didn't do anything…"

"Shut up!" "He ordered, pointing at you, making you squeeze your eyes shut. "Sit back down."

"I need something to clean myself with at least," you asked, nodding at the blood on your knee. "If you don't bring me water, I'll die of thirst," you added. "I don't think you want your boss to find out that you let your valuable hostage die, I don't know why, right?"

The man held your gaze for a few moments as he put the gun away and left the barn as quickly as he had entered.

Ten minutes passed until he returned with the water.

During that time, you were able to formulate a plan in your mind.

You waited patiently for him to give you the bottle and place the basin in front of you, so you could put your whole leg in there to clean yourself better.

"Thanks," you said sarcastically.

"This isn't a fucking four-star hotel. Do you understand?" "If you wanted a fucking jetted tub, you've come to the wrong place," he spat disdainfully.

"This one's fine," you smiled.

He turned to leave the barn, at which point you attacked.

You thanked the universe for choosing those free karate classes you'd seen advertised in the local paper, as perhaps those skills you'd acquired would now serve to save your life.

The man was unable to free himself from your hold.

You dragged him to the tub and submerged his head in the water.

You held him by the neck to keep him from rising, and within minutes he was dead, his lungs filled with water, just what you wanted.

You dropped the body and brought your hands to your mouth, somewhat distraught.

It was the first time you'd taken a person's life, but since it was in self-defense, it didn't affect you that much; in fact, you were glad he was dead.

Before hiding the body, you checked his pockets, and you almost burst into tears of relief when you found a phone.

You grabbed it and without a second thought, called the only person you knew could find you.

Since you disappeared, all Jack had done was search for you. He hadn't slept in over 24 hours.

He couldn't do it even if he didn't try; just the thought of going home and not being able to curl up with you in your bed or kiss you as much as he wanted to drove him crazy.

He was talking to Nina, who was at CTU trying to find information on your whereabouts when you called. Jack promised he'd call her back, and he took the phone from you.

"Bauer!"

"Jack!" you almost sobbed with relief.

"Y/n, my God." He rubbed his eyes with his hand. "Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I don't know, I'm… I'm in some kind of barn…" you paused. "You don't know how happy it makes me to hear your voice"

"Calm down, honey. I'm coming for you," he assured you, making you smile. "But for that, you have to tell me something more about where you are," he explained. "Do you think you can find out anything else?"

"I can try," you nodded. "But I don't know if…" you gasped as you tried to get up, but your leg didn't seem to want to cooperate.

"Y/n? What's wrong?" Jack asked. You tilted your head.

"It's my knee," you swallowed hard, looking at it. "It has… there's…" you took a deep breath. "There's a lot of blood."

"Fuck," Bauer growled. "I'm going to kill them all."

"Find me, Jack, please."

"Always, sweetheart," he whispered. "I love you."

"And I love you," you replied. "I'll try to call back as soon as I can."

"Wait! Don't hang up," he said before you did. "That way, Nina can triangulate the signal and hopefully give me an address."

"Okay, I'll wait," you said, shifting your gaze toward the door, afraid that someone might suddenly walk in.

The line was silent for a few minutes until Jack's voice came back on the other end.

"Got it," he announced. You heard him sharply turn the steering wheel to change direction. "I'm coming for you."

"Oh my God," you sobbed. "I'm going to have to treat Nina to lunch when this is all over."

Jack's laughter cheered you up a little.

"I'm sure she'd love it," he replied.

You heard footsteps quickly approaching. "Jack, I have to go," you whispered. "They're coming."

You hid your phone under another pile of straw and slowly lowered your leg into the water.

The man who entered was younger than the last.

He looked at you for a few moments, then at your leg, and at the water that was beginning to turn red.

"Where's Eli?" he demanded.

"I don't know who that is," you answered slowly. "No one's been in here except for the man who brought me the water," you explained. "And he left twenty minutes ago."

"If you're lying to me, it'll be worse," he threatened. You shook your head.

"I'm not lying to you," you assured him. "Why would I do that? I have nothing to lose."

The man left, and you picked up the phone again. "Jack?" "Hey, honey," he greeted, "I'm just getting to the position Nina sent me," he said. "There's a lot of security, but that won't be a problem." You heard him get out of the car and reload his gun. "We'll be together in no time, I promise."

You nodded and kept the phone to your ear, listening to everything that came through the line.

A few minutes later, you felt someone sneak up to your door.

You grabbed a wooden bar from the floor and stood behind the door, ready to attack.

The door opened, and you saw someone enter the barn, wielding a gun.

You couldn't see his face, so you suddenly jumped out from behind the door and attacked him with all the force you could muster.

He grabbed your wrists, pinning you to the ground.

Then you realized it was him.

Jack was standing in front of you. It wasn't a mirage, it was real, and just like I said, I'd found you.

"Relax, baby, it's me," he smiled, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Oh, Jack," you whispered, pressing yourself against him. "Oh my God," you sobbed, soaking his shirt with tears. "I thought I was going to…"

"Shhh, don't think about it," he said, pulling away from you to look into your eyes, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. "I'm here. Everything's going to be okay, okay?" You nodded, placing a loving yet much-needed kiss on your lips. "I've missed you so much," he said between kisses. "I'm so glad you're okay…" he murmured before opening his eyes wide, as if he'd suddenly remembered something. "Your leg," he recalled, looking down at it. "Who did this to you?"

"I don't know," you whispered. "I don't even know what 'this' is you confessed.

"Let me see it," he asked, and you stretched it as far as you could without hurting yourself.

He looked at your wound as he tore off a piece of his pants.

"It's a knife cut," he announced. "Shallow, but you've lost a lot of blood," he said as he soaked the cloth in water and wrapped it around your leg, preventing further bleeding. "You need stitches," he said. "I'll take you to the hospital, and you'll be fine in a couple of days," he promised. "But first, I have to get you out of here," he murmured. "Can you walk?"

"Yes," you nodded, getting up with his help.

You managed to get out without your captors noticing, except when Jack started the car engine.

Despite having done it as quietly as possible, they had heard him perfectly.

You ducked your head, just as he told you, to avoid the gunfire, while he returned fire and drove at the same time.

Minutes later, you were far from that area, having lost them.

Jack stopped the car at one of the many viewing points in that part of the city.

He tilted his head to look at you, making sure you were still okay.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, gently holding your face in his hands.

"I'm fine, thanks to you." You smiled, and he mirrored your gesture. "You've saved my life, again."

"And I always will, baby" he whispered, kissing you again. "Always."

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"Tell me where's my family, dammit!"

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"I'LL MAKE SURE OF IT"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH JACK

I hope you like it! 🖤😌☝

Someone was trying to frame Jack for the attempted assassination of Senator Palmer.

At that moment, CTU Agent Bauer was running between enormous iron containers, trying to escape the Secret Service, who were almost upon him.

They had handcuffed his hands, but that didn't stop him from wriggling out of them and keeping a firm grip on his weapon.

He heard the shots being fired and took cover behind one of the containers, scanning his surroundings for an escape route.

Then he heard the sound of car horns and honking.

There was a road, close enough for him to run toward it.

So that's what he did.

He left his hiding place and hurried to the road, those guys hot on his heels.

Then you appeared.

You had just gotten in your car to return home after a horrible day at work that you thought couldn't get any worse.

But when you saw him, you realized that he could.

Jack pulled in front of your car, causing you to slam on the brakes and stop dead in your tracks.

At first, you thought he was just a handsome foreigner hitchhiking.

That was until you saw the gun he was holding.

You raised your hands on pure instinct as he hurried to open the passenger door.

"Drive," he ordered without further explanation.

Afraid he was a trigger-happy lunatic or worse, you obeyed.

You slammed the gas, sending the car hurtling down the highway at a speed you'd never achieved before.

In the rearview mirror, you saw a car chasing you.

You swallowed hard and thought, if this was some kind of practical joke your coworkers were playing, you weren't even amused.

Then the shooting started.

He tilted his head to look at you for a few seconds before he started shooting too.

"Get your head down!" "He yelled as he fired back at them.

"What the fuck is going on?" you yelled as you continued driving.

"Who are you?"

"Right now isn't a good time to answer that," he said, reloading his gun and ducking his head like you. "Turn left here, then right at the intersection of Third and Hampton."

You entered the city, and after making that last statement, he asked you to get out of the car.

"Are you going to kill me?" you asked, your voice shaking.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already," he replied, leading you toward a construction area. "We'll stay there," he said. "There has to be a phone."

There was a watchtower where the foreman stood while the workers worked. When you tried to open the door and saw it was locked, he broke the glass with his elbow and walked in.

There was no one inside, and there was a phone on the desk.

"Thank God," he muttered, almost lunging for it, nervously dialing a number. "Nina? Yes, it's me," he said. "Yes, I'm fine. Listen to me, I need you to… no, I don't know anything about them, wait." He grabbed a Post-it note and a pen. "Gaines, I've got it, thanks. I'll call back."

He hung up and looked through the curtains of the watchtower, while you watched him intently, not knowing what you were doing there.

"Are you going to tell me who you are and what the hell is going on?" you blurted out nervously. "I want to go home."

"I'm Agent Jack Bauer from CTU," he introduced himself. "My wife and daughter were kidnapped yesterday."

"So why are you running from the police?" you asked. "Aren't they supposed to be the ones helping you?"

"You don't understand."

"Then help me understand."

"It's confidential," he said, staring at you. "Look," he looked at the name tag on your sweater. "Y/N, I haven't slept in 24 hours, so I advise you not to push me too hard or I'll explode. Okay?" He growled. "Now please, be a good girl and stay here until I tell you to move. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes," you whispered, and he nodded happily.

"Fine," he rubbed his eyes with his hand. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen, just so you know," he said. "I needed a ride, and you were the first car I saw."

"Lucky me," you grumbled sarcastically, making him smile.

"It could have been worse," he smiled. "I could have been a real lunatic."

"Seeing it like this…" you mumbled, not knowing how to respond to that.

"You have to help me get out of this," he asked, staring at you. "Please, right now you're the only person I can trust."

You thought about it for a few moments before nodding slowly.

"Okay," you agreed. "But I hope CTU rewards me after this."

"I'll personally make sure of that," he replied with a smile.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"WE'LL BE THERE"

I WROTE A CROSSOVER FIC BETWEEN DIE HARD AND 24

Because John and Jack are both two of my favorite characters of all time I had to wrote something with them so HERE IT IS

I hope you like it! 🖤😊☝

The police station was a mess that day.

Everyone had started calling 911 after some crazy person on the local radio said there was a bomb on the ocean liner from New York to London.

You were one of twenty people in charge of taking the calls and forwarding them to your superiors, who could do nothing but try to talk to the majority of the citizens and reassure them, telling them you were trying to take care of it right now, which was nothing more than a lie to try to calm the sense of alarm that was floating in the air.

When three more calls came in at once, that's when you exploded, and instead of forwarding them, you got up and went directly to the station commander.

You leaned against the door frame and saw Larry with two phones off the hook at the same time, while he spoke on a third.

"Larry," you called, but he ignored you. "Larry," you repeated, "we need to talk."

"I can't right now," he said, briefly looking up at you. "Is this something important?"

"Yes," you grumbled angrily. "We can't keep lying to these people," you said bluntly. "Would you like it if they did it to you if you were in their shoes?"

"Not really," he admitted, "but right now we have no choice but to keep doing it."

"No way, I'm not going to lie to anyone else," you declared. "I'm going to call the only person who can help us determine if there really is a bomb on that ship."

You turned around to leave the office as quickly as you had left. A few seconds later, you heard your superior's hurried footsteps approaching you.

"Wait, Y/N, you can't do that!" he blurted out. You stopped dead in your tracks.

"Oh no?" "You're right," you asked. "And who's going to stop me?"

"Only a superior officer can make those calls, that's me. If someone lower in rank does that, the rules say…"

"With all due respect, Larry, but with human lives at stake, I don't give a shit about the rules," you blurted out, picking up the phone. "I'm going to call him, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." You began dialing the numbers. "You know it's the right thing to do," you whispered before the connection began.

The line remained silent for a few moments before a male voice you knew very well echoed on the other end.

"Well, well, look who it is," he answered, making you smile. "But she's my favorite cop. How are you holding up?" "Hey, McClane," you replied, causing your superior officer's eyes to widen. "Actually, not very well," you said, the worried tone of your voice making the officer frown.

"It's because of the boat, right?" he asked. You rubbed your eyes with your hand.

"Yeah," you snorted. "People have gone completely crazy. We're getting calls all the time, everyone wants to know how their loved ones are, and if it's true there's a bomb on that boat…" You paused for a moment. "I need your help."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes," he promised, and you heard him moving around the house, I suppose looking for his car keys. "You know nothing will happen to anyone, right?" he whispered. "I won't allow it."

"I know," you murmured. "I trust you, like always." You paused before adding, "Just in case, I'll call CTU. Do you know them?"

"Sure, those guys are the best," he laughed, causing you to imitate him, which eased your tension a little. "Any help is welcome."

"Okay, see you now."

"Goodbye."

As soon as you hung up, you looked up the number for the counter-terrorism unit in your phone's address book and picked up the receiver again to call.

"Was that John McClane?" you nodded, focused on dialing the number correctly. "How the hell do you know him?"

"It's none of your business," you blurted out, tired of his stupid questions.

You gestured with your index finger for him to shut up, since CTU had answered the call.

"CTU, how can I help you?" —A female voice asked-

“Hi, this is y/n from the NYPD, badge number 2588.”

You waited a moment while she checked the system.

“Come in, officer,” she authorized.

“I need to speak to Jack. It’s about an urgent matter that can’t wait,” you explained.

“I’ll put you through.”

“Thank you.”

You waited for a few seconds before her voice echoed on the other end of the line.

“Bauer,” she answered, as professional as ever.

“Jack, this is you/me from…”

“The NYPD, I know who you are,” she cut you off politely. “How can I help you?”

"There are rumors that someone has placed a bomb on an ocean liner that is currently making its usual route, from London to New York - you explained - we are answering calls from citizens because some idiot decided to say that there was a bomb when we don't even know if there really is one… - you took a deep breath - I've asked McClane for help, it would be really helpful if you could help me too, please"

"No need to beg, darling, you know that I will always come when you call" -he answered-

He said, and even though you couldn't see him, you could feel him grinning sideways.

"I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Thanks," you smiled in relief. "I'll save you one of those glazed donuts you like so much."

"You better be," he said before hanging up.

When you stopped talking, Larry was looking at you with wide eyes.

"I have so many questions right now," he said, making you roll your eyes. "Did you get laid?"

"I don't have to answer that," you huffed, sitting back down.

"That's right," he hummed as he retreated back to his office.

The story of how you met them was quite interesting.

Two years ago, a terrorist placed three boxes of C-4 explosives on the tracks of the Shinkansen that traveled from Tokyo to Kyoto.

You still remember the fear you felt when they informed you of what was happening and asked you to remain in your seats.

You remember the exact moment you saw him rush onto the train, flashing his police ID.

When he crossed your path, he paused for a moment, as if he'd seen you somewhere before you'd even met.

In the end, he managed to get rid of the explosives, and aside from the train losing its rear end, there was no further damage or human injury.

In short, he saved your life.

Something similar had happened with Jack.

You had attended a conference given by Senator David Palmer at a high school.

You remember wondering why there was so much security if it was just a presentation, but when you saw a man pull out a gun to kill Palmer even though you were in the line of fire, you realized it was an assassination attempt.

Bauer pushed you forcefully to the side, preventing the bullet from passing through you.

He took the bullet for you, which made you worry about him even though he was a stranger to you.

He smiled as he watched you kneel on the ground beside him, holding his hand as if he were about to die, when in reality, he was wearing a bulletproof vest under his shirt.

He didn't say anything to you because he wanted to continue feeling your hand against his and your fingers tangling in the hair at the back of his neck for a few more moments.

The two men had saved your life; one thing had led to another, leading to… what you were supposed to have now, because there was definitely something there.

Just as they'd told you, a few minutes later, both of them arrived, punctual as clockwork.

They entered the police station, and most of the officers turned to look at them.

When they saw you, their faces lit up with smiles, and they greeted you with a hug.

"McClane, Bauer," you greeted, trying to remain professional.

A small, lopsided smile appeared on the first man's lips, while the second chose to maintain an expression somewhere between serious and amused.

"Y/N," they replied. You nodded firmly.

"Thanks for getting here so quickly," you sighed, overwhelmed. "This is chaos."

"Don't worry, we'll fix it," McClane replied, playfully punching the blond on the shoulder. "Right, Bauer?"

"That's what we're here for," he nodded, agreeing with John. "What's the situation?"

"The alleged terrorist hasn't called yet, which makes me question the existence of the bomb even more."

As if he'd heard you, your phone rang.

You turned slowly toward it and looked at both men, wondering what you should do. T

hey both nodded, telling you to pick it up, so you did.

"You called the NYPD." You swallowed hard, waiting for his response.

"Perfect, just what I wanted," he celebrated with an amused laugh that made your hair stand on end. "By now he should know what's going on. Am I wrong, officer?"

"Is there a bomb on that boat?" you asked, while John and Jack watched you closely, not missing a word of what he was saying.

"There are SEVERAL bombs, and not just on the boat," he said, making you even more nervous than you already were.

"What do you mean?" you asked as calmly as you could. "I mean, if you don't send some of his little friends to the fifth-floor intersection with Brooklyn in fifteen minutes, I'll blow up the pier," he threatened, making your eyes widen.

"What's at that intersection?"

"You're asking a lot of questions when all you should be doing is obeying me," the terrorist said aggressively.

"Okay, I'll send my men to that address," you agreed.

"Good girl, that's how I like it," he whispered. "I'm waiting for your call."

"He hung up on me," you said, placing the receiver back on the base.

"Why did he give us the address of an intersection?" "It doesn't make any sense," Jack murmured thoughtfully. "We're missing something."

"We have to go anyway," McClane said, looking at both of you. "I know it doesn't make sense, but if he sent us there, it's probably because there's something he wants us to see or find." He nodded. "We'll check that place out"

"Please be careful," you asked them. They nodded before they left. "Keep me posted."

"Of course, darling," McClane smiled, winking at you with his characteristic audacity.

"We will, honey" Bauer replied in turn

That's when you realized you loved both men equally, and that if anything happened to either of them, your life would never be the same.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

BAUER JUST CALLED ME GOOD GIRL OMFG, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO... I... *faints*

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

Not me at 2 am screaming and giggling at my laptop screen while talking to Jack Bauer on character ai lol

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"WHAT'S WRONG, PRINCESS?"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH JACK

I hope you like it! 😌🖤☝

You knew you were teasing him, but that only made it more fun.

Seeing the way he looked at you every time you stood on your toes to pick up a file, the shape of your butt perfectly silhouetted against your suit pants, or the way you adjusted your glasses on the bridge of your nose while biting your lower lip as you searched for something on your computer, was making Bauer's concentration plummet to the point where all he could think about was you, and how your clothes would look scattered on his office floor.

He reached the end of his patience when he saw you talking and laughing animatedly with another agent.

Jack had never considered himself a jealous person, but seeing you talking to another man like that, giving him those damn adorable gestures, he felt that in those moments, he was.

That's why he decided to act.

He approached you, and you both turned to him.

"Jack," you greeted. "What's wrong?" you asked innocently.

"Nothing you can't help me solve," he said before looking at the other agent. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No, we were talking about a movie that premiered yesterday at the theater," you replied. He nodded.

"I see," he whispered, looking at the agent before focusing on you. "I need you to help me decrypt a USB drive. It's important."

"Okay," you nodded as you followed him after saying goodbye to the guy you were talking to.

Jack opened the door to his office upstairs, and before closing it, he told Jamey that you were going to perform a very delicate procedure, so you shouldn't be disturbed.

The agent finally closed the door and, after almost closing the curtains, turned to you.

The fierceness and determination you saw reflected in his eyes made your breath catch momentarily in your throat.

"Do you have the slightest idea what you're doing to me, darling?" he began, approaching you slowly. "I've told you several times not to provoke me, and what are you doing? Doing exactly that." You were about to speak, but he delicately placed his index finger on your lips. "Don't tell me you weren't aware of it, when you are. You know perfectly well what you're doing to me."

He walked up to where you were, causing you to take a step back every time he took a step forward.

Until you ran out of space and your back inevitably collided with the door behind you. His blue eyes rested on yours, an amused smile appearing on his lips.

"What's wrong, princess?" he whispered. "You're not so daring anymore, are you?" "He questioned, nodding toward his desk. "I want you to sit there and don't move a single muscle unless I tell you to," he murmured. "Did I make myself clear?"

"Yes," you almost moaned. He nodded.

"Good," he said, pleased with your answer.

You sat down on his desk as he approached you again, moving your legs apart so he could position himself between them.

He held your face in his hands, watching you intently, your chest rising and falling with each quickened breath that escaped your lips.

-Oh you poor thing, look at you,- he whispered, placing a strand of hair behind your ear, brushing against your earlobe. -You're so desperate and I haven't even touched you yet

-Jack… please…- you gasped, looking directly into his eyes. -I n-need you, I…

-Shh, I know, baby,- he murmured. -But we can't do it here.- he smiled, moving closer to your mouth. -I can only…do this

He placed his lips on yours with need, letting you know how much he needed you, and you returned it in the same way, to show him that you needed him too.

You placed your arms around his neck as he moved against your lips, stealing your breath away little by little… until he abruptly pulled away.

“That’s all I can give you for now,” he whispered, giving a lopsided smile. “I know exactly what you want. I can see it in your eyes,” he murmured. “So… Why don’t I come by when I’m done with my chores? How about that?”

“Good.”

“Okay, then,” he murmured, placing a loving kiss on your lips. “See you later, darling”

[lithma2007]

24 Jack Bauer All Fights (33 Fights) - 24 Season 1-9 Starring Kiefer Sutherland