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A/N: This is 24 Idol. Living proof of what happens when I'm extremely bored, grounded, and have been watching 24 obsessively for the past . . . 12 hours. No wait, that was yesterday . . . today I haven't watched 24 yet. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story. It seems to be the only one of it's kind. If you have a 24/American Idol crossover story, I'm really sorry, but I haven't read it. Readers of Time to Save the World, I will update, but it's taking awhile because the chapter that you're waiting to read is LONG and I'm not done writing it yet.
Disclaimer: I don't own 24 or American Idol. They are owned by Fox. And Fox is owned by . . . uhh . . . who IS Fox owned by? I know Warner Bros. is owned by Time Warner . . . but who the heck is Fox owned by? Or is Fox their own company? I'll get back to you on that.
"Not nearly as frustrating as you not telling me what happened to Audrey." Sniffed Jack. "You didn't tell Tony that Michelle was dead either!" At the mention of Tony and Michelle, Jack began to cry even harder. Bill and Chloe stared at him, Milo wasn't really paying attention to what was going on.
"Jack, what's wrong with you? Are you actually getting in touch with your feminine side?" Chloe asked.
"I DON'T HAVE A FEMININE SIDE!" Jack roared.
"Do we have to save Logan?" Milo asked, having his eardrum nearly explode.
"Unfortunately." Muttered Bill.
"Hey, whatever happened to that guy . . . Brad Hammond?" Jack asked randomly.
"We're waiting for a call from terrorists . . . and you want to know what happened to Brad Hammond?" Bill asked, stunned. Jack nodded. Bill shrugged, "I don't know, and I personally don't care."
"Why do we have to save Logan?" Whined Milo.
"Why does everybody insist on asking me stupid questions that I don't know the answers to?" Bill screeched.
"Think about it, we haven't had a good president since David Palmer." Jack said. Chloe shook her head, wondering how she got stuck working with these idiots. "Think about it, dammit! Keeler; ass. Logan; an even bigger, temperamental ass. And Wayne will never live up to his brother's legacy." Jack growled. Bill opened his mouth to object, but Chloe's annoyed look told him to keep his mouth shut.
"Bill, please tell me we're getting this phone call soon!" Chloe finally burst out. "I can't take it anymore! You're all idiots! Most of you aren't even attractive idiots, with the exception of Jack!"
"BUT WE DATED!" Wailed Milo.
"No we didn't. We went to go see 'a few good movies', which weren't even that good!"
"Haha, smooth move Milo." Laughed Jack, feeling content once more. Milo grabbed a random crowbar and advanced menacingly towards Jack. Chloe jumped in front of Jack.
"Milo if you touch him . . . I swear, I will rip up Mister Snuggles!" Milo stared with big rabbit eyes, and reluctanly put the crowbar down.
Bill and Jack backed out slowly from the room. As soon as Bill's hand touched the door, the phone rang.
"Bill Buchanan," Jack picked up in his dead-on imitation of Bill.
"Jack, hand over the phone!" Bill said menacingly.
"But I don't wanna!" Whined Jack, handing over the phone.
"Sorry about that. This is the real Bill Buchanan." Bill said into the phone.
"Mr. Buchanan, as you know, we have your president."
"And we're prepared to listen to any of your demands." Bill said, unaware that he would soon regret his decision.
"Very well. Listen up." The person (who was actually the authoress, but they don't know that yet) said. Bill nodded, and tightened his lips. His expression changed several times as the caller a.k.a the Authoress continued to talk.
"Do you understand Mr. Buchanan?" The Authoress asked.
"I understand." Bill said tensely. He hung up.
"What do they want?" Chloe asked.
"They want us to participate in a singing contest." Bill said hoarsely. With that, the room warped, and they were on a stage.
"Welcome to 24 Idol. I'm your host, The Caller a.k.a The Authoress a.k.a LostBluePhantom." The Authoress announced, getting many cheers from her- I mean the- audience. "Welcome our judges, Marie Warner," Marie waved at the audience, and then glared at Jack Bauer. "Graem Bauer," The Authoress continued. Graem scowled at the audience and then glared at Jack.
"OH COME ON!" Jack cried.
"And finally, uhh, hey wait, where is our 3rd judge?" The Authoress asked, looking at Jack Bauer.
"Oh, someone goes missing and it's instantly my fault!"
"Uh, yeah, pretty much. Oh wait, here he comes, Paul Raines!"
Jack gaped and whined. "THAT'S SO UNFAIR!"
"Welcome to the show." The Authoress said, shrugging and at the same time enjoying the useful information Wikipedia had given her.
"Dear God," Jack murmured.
I'm gonna go find out who owns Fox. If you know, let me know, so I can stop beating myself up over this, mkay?
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