People? PLEASE TELL ME TO STOP COMING UP WITH CRACK PAIRINGS.

I'm writing Jack Bauer/Tom Whitmore, and it's BREAKING. MY. BRAAAAIN.

Mainly because I'm still tinkering around with dynamics, and I keep wanting to dance a line between angst and fluff.

Leaning more toward fluff at the moment, as it were, as evidenced by the excerpt below.

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The sight that lay ahead of him stopped him in his tracks. There on the sofa, Jack and Patricia sat, the two of them quite obviously engaged in some sort of serious artistic endeavor.

"That's lovely," Jack was saying, watching intently as Patricia scribbled enthusiastically on the paper in front of her in bright fuchsia crayon.

"That's you," she declared, "and that's me."

"I see. And what's that I have, there?"

"It's a balloon. You're giving it to me because it's my favorite color."

With a smile, Tom slipped in and shut the door behind him quietly.

"Hey, you two. Hope I'm not interrupting."

"Daddy!" exclaimed Patricia, springing off the couch and running toward him. He caught her and whisked her off the floor and into his arms.

"Hi, baby. What are you still doing up?"

"Mr. Jack let me watch 'Return of the Blob.'"

"Did he, now?"The President flashed an amused smile at Jack over his daughter's shoulder. Jack smirked.

"Traitor."

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The cute. It's gonna kill me ded, I think. >>;

In other news, I'm looking for one word fic prompts. HIT ME WITH 'EM, PPLZ. HIT ME HARD.

Hope all of you are doing well.

XOXO,
--Me