Rory Caroline (rorylie) wrote in chlack,
Rory Caroline

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Title: 8 things about the girl in question
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own anyting.

There were so many things he'd learned about Chloe only after he fell in love with her, that sometimes Jack wondered if he'd known her at all before that. Things he knew about her now:

She really loved her apartment.
"Stay here tonight," he said, pulling her back to the bed.

"I have to go to work in the morning."

"I know that. We work in the same place, remember?" He whispered in her ear, kissing her neck softly.

"I can't leave for work from here. I need my coffeemaker."

"I have a coffeemaker." He pulled her shirt back off.

"I hate your coffeemaker."

"We'll go shopping tomorrow and you can pick out a new one." He dropped her bra on the floor.

She pulled away from him and sat up. "Look Jack, it's not that I don't like your place. It's nice. It's really nice. I just love my place. All my stuff is just where I want it."

So he moved into her place and she put all his stuff just where she wanted it. And threw away his coffeemaker.

She hated to wear shoes.
She only wore them when she had to leave the house, never when she was inside, no matter how cold her feet got. All her shoes were in a pile by the door where she took them off as soon as she walked in. Whenever the days got too long, she only had to remember the day she stood inside her door, hopping on one foot trying to pull off a boot. She'd even been impressed when he caught it with one hand after she threw it at his head.

"Promise me when we leave CTU you'll take me somewhere we never have to wear shoes again?"

So he'd taken her to a secluded beach in Mexico to marry her, and they hadn't worn shoes for a week. He'd promised her he'd bring her back there when they finally left CTU.

She ate chocolate cupcakes.
She'd leave the cupcake on a plate in front of her computer, absently sticking her finger in the frosting and slowly sucking it off.

So he found a bakery between her apartment and CTU and stopped every night to make sure she always had one to eat.

She watched Grey's Anatomy.
She even bought TIVO so that she'd never miss an episode when she was off saving the world.

"If anybody at CTU ever finds out about this Jack Bauer, the things I'll do to you, they don't even have names for."

She'd started Tivoing Deadwood for him one day. "It's cowboys, they swear a lot, and I think there are literally hookers. What's not to love?"

So he never told anybody.

She had a certain way of sighing.
She assured him that she had always sighed like that and she didn't start just to drive him crazy. He couldn't imagine that he hadn't noticed before. It was a half sigh, half moan.

"You can't do that here."

"Do what?"

"Sigh like that."

"Jack, I can't help it. Deal with it."

So he locked the door to his office and pulled her onto the couch.

She had a pink ipod.
It was full of Madonna songs from the eighties. At least, that seemed to be what was on whenever he tried to listen to it. She bought him a black ipod, and filled it with classic rock.

"You say you don't listen to that stuff but I know that you do."

"How do you know that?"

"I'm really good at finding stuff out, Jack."

"You spied on me?"

She shrugged, and kissed him, so he forgave her.

She told him jokes when they were at home.
"I'm trying to learn to be funny on purpose. Everybody at work laughs when I'm not being funny, so I'm pretty sure they're laughing at me."

He laughed.

She turned and glared at him, "See, that's what I'm talking about!"

So he kissed her, and she forgave him.

She liked beer.
"I never figured you for the drinking type."

"Because I'm an uptight control freak?"

"I would never say that."

"I used to spend all my time with Chase. He taught me about beer."

It wasn't that she liked beer, it was the things she liked to do after she drank beer. He was next to her on the floor, trying to catch his breath. "Maybe I should send Chase a thank you card."

"And say what, thanks for inadvertently making my girlfriend more fun to fuck? Is that the kind of thing you'd want to hear about your best friend?"

"Maybe I'll just take him out to the bar next time he's in town."

"Because you want to fuck him, too?"

"I think you're getting funnier."

So he sent Chase a care of beer one day when she was working late.

There were other things, of course. Like how beautiful her smile was, or what a nice laugh she had, or how her hair looked in the sunlight. When he looked she was standing before him, and he thought for a minute that maybe she wasn't real at all, maybe it was all some trick his mind was playing on him, maybe he'd conjured her up all on his own.

"Why are you looking me like that?" she asked.

"I was just thinking about you."

"Okay." She stared at him.

"All good things, I promise."

"Yeah, I'm fascinating."

"You are to me."

So he stood up and kissed her, and silently thanked whatever fate had brought her to him.
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