Peanuts

This is a little fanfic written on a plane on the way back from Nicaragua about a year ago. I found it last night and thought....I just love this. . . . it's not the best quality of writing but given i was sleep deprived...and whatever I have just enough excuses to allow me to feel alright about posting this.

so if you don't know about 24 pretty much all you need to know is it's sweeeet. and it has the greates terror-fighting duo ever in the history of all time!

that's it i think.....cept for this greate picture of Jack Bauer just a little irratated at someone, since i've already showed you Chloe O'Brien above.

so here we go.

Outside the small plane the weather thrashed in an angry violence unprecedented by most other storms over the state of Nebraska. The plane's passengers anxiously gripped the armrests as the flight attendants urged them to relax. The pilots had long ago flipped off the autopilot to battle the wind personally.

All was quiet in the plane aside from the constant screams of random passengers as the plane lurched from side to side, and the bawling woman who was speaking with a priest in the seats 13 A and B which had been converted into a makeshift confession booth.

Jack Bauer was neatly situated beside Chloe O'Brien and was tapping hid foot agitatedly. The had completed a mission on the Mexican boarder and were headed back to headquarters.

“What's wrong?” Chloe asked, completely unaware of how abrasive she sounded, but who worries about sounding sweet when you're on a turbulent plane trip and the person seated beside you looks a little sickly...

Bauer sighed and replied in a harsh whisper, “The haven't served peanuts this entire flight, Chloe.”

“I know we haven't eaten yet, but,” She glanced at a puking business man a few rows back, and then back to her partner's face, slightly perplexed by his response at a time like this, “but, don't you think it's more important to -”

“Chloe!” Jack shouted furiously. “You do not know what it's like spending two years in a Chinese prison! Being tortured every day! All I want are PEANUTS!!!”

“Okay,” Chloe held up her palms defensively, and the stares he had drawn gradually diverted.

“I'll see what I can do, Jack.”

O'Brien rose and went to the stewardess being careful to balance herself.

“Ma'am, I need you to sit down.”

“I just need some -”

“Ma'am, the seatbelt-fastening button is on.”

“Well, I know, but I need -”

“Return to your seat please!”

“FINE!” Chloe screeched, now PO-ed at the frazzled stewardess, but sat back down. “Sorry, Jack she wouldn't even let me ask.”

“That's it!” Jack stood. “Give me your taser, O'Brien!”

“We're on an airplane, Jack, you can't just have a taser!”

Jack said the d-word.

“Sir, I'm going to need you to take a seat.”

“Government agent, lady! Where are your peanuts?” Bauer flashed his badge for good measure.

“Sir, sit daaaahhh,” The stewardess began to repeat herself but Jack preemptively pressured a nerve on her neck and she was unconscious. The passengers yelped.

“Everybody stay calm. I am a government agent.” Jack surveyed the rows of unsettle people and then said, “Chloe, find those peanuts!”