‘He’s a stubborn bastard and it’s his own fucking fault.’
‘Don’t say that. You don’t mean that. He thought he was doing the right thing.’
‘I’ll kill him.’
Chloe doesn’t reply to that. Her face just falls and she looks away, out the window of the van.
‘...yeah. Well.’
Tony falls silent, screwing his eyes up in frustration and then, suddenly, dropping his face to his hands.
‘Why didn’t he wait?’
‘You know why.’
Of course he does. He knows Jack better than just about anyone. Anyone alive, that is.
‘The intel wasn’t sound. He should have fucking waited.’
‘If he had, it might have been too late.’
Tony hates Chloe sometimes. Because for Christ’s sake, sometimes you need to let logic go and stop being right for once in your screwed up, pedantic, bitchy little life.
‘It’s his own fault,’ he says again, and he tries to stop the shake in his voice. ‘...he should have waited.’
Chloe sighs and stares at the traffic they’re passing on the freeway, through the window of the van taking them back to FBI headquarters, where they’ll be taken into custody. Again. Only this time, there’s not going to be any Presidential intervention, no daring rescues, no talking their way out of it. Nothing but jail, and for a good long time. Maybe Jack knew it and made a different choice.
‘I know Tony. Another hour and we’d have the antidote. And he’d be alive.
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But he quit just an hour too soon
Date: 2009-04-12 12:16 am (UTC)‘Don’t say that. You don’t mean that. He thought he was doing the right thing.’
‘I’ll kill him.’
Chloe doesn’t reply to that. Her face just falls and she looks away, out the window of the van.
‘...yeah. Well.’
Tony falls silent, screwing his eyes up in frustration and then, suddenly, dropping his face to his hands.
‘Why didn’t he wait?’
‘You know why.’
Of course he does. He knows Jack better than just about anyone. Anyone alive, that is.
‘The intel wasn’t sound. He should have fucking waited.’
‘If he had, it might have been too late.’
Tony hates Chloe sometimes. Because for Christ’s sake, sometimes you need to let logic go and stop being right for once in your screwed up, pedantic, bitchy little life.
‘It’s his own fault,’ he says again, and he tries to stop the shake in his voice. ‘...he should have waited.’
Chloe sighs and stares at the traffic they’re passing on the freeway, through the window of the van taking them back to FBI headquarters, where they’ll be taken into custody. Again. Only this time, there’s not going to be any Presidential intervention, no daring rescues, no talking their way out of it. Nothing but jail, and for a good long time. Maybe Jack knew it and made a different choice.
‘I know Tony. Another hour and we’d have the antidote. And he’d be alive.
I’m going to miss him too.’