Fic: All I Have To Do Is... 1/1 Eureka
Title: All I Have To Do Is... Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own Eureka. Characters: Jack, Zane, Allison. Words: 1437 Prompt: Jack wakes up believing in his dreams. Fandom: Eureka Pairing: Jack/Zane Rating: Adult Warnings: Language, Sexual Situation. Summary: One moment he's in heaven, the next, hell. Jack's not sure what to think. Author's Note: Response to the Eureka Kink_meme. ______________________________________
Snow was falling softly over the skylight. It built up enough that it blocked the sun. Soon, only the pale lights from the kitchen filled the house. Shifting on the couch, Jack grabbed for the hem of their blanket. "SARAH, would you please start a fire for us?"
"Right away, Sheriff!" As the house spoke, the fire place exploded into life with a dramatic flare.
Cheek pressed against Jack's chest, Zane snorted. It was the only action he had made in the past ten minutes.
Jack had thought him to be asleep. The fact he wasn't didn't surprise him, though. Zane was always trying to lull him into a sense of ease. That was when he would do something really sneaky. But, Jack was onto his little games now.
Sliding the hand that he had around Zane's shoulders up, he caressed the skin on the man's cheek with the backs of his fingers. He sighed at the moan of pleasure he received in return. "What do you feel like doing for New Years? We got any plans?"
"Nothing far as I'm concerned." With a jaw-cracking yawn, Zane stretched out his arms and legs under the blanket. He settled them down over Jack's lap with a lazy grin. Blinking, he eased the remainder of his body in there.
Soon, Jack had a lap full of smug scientist. He had to look up as Zane settled into straddling his hips. The couch sank under their combined weight, but he found he didn't mind so much. "What are you planning?" Wrapping his arms around the other's waist, he tugged the lithe frame closer. They slid a little lower to cup the swell of his lover's ass.
In response, Zane thrust his hips slowly forward. This ground his erection against Jack's stomach. "I have a few ideas." He leaned one hand on the back of the couch over the other's shoulder.
As Zane bent down to press their lips together, Jack kept his eyes open. He studied the smooth skin of his face. The contours around those beautiful blue eyes contrasted in comparison of his own. Jack was all too aware of the lines and wrinkles that marred his own face. There was no delusion between them, he had accepted the age difference long ago.
The kiss was soft. Moist lips reverently pressed against his. Firm, yet yielding, they sealed against his. The warmth of Zane's body flowed through where they touched and Jack moaned into his love's mouth.
This was heaven.
Opening his eyes, he smiled lovingly at blue lights. A white light flashed directly in front of him, moving left, then right. It burned his eyes and they immediately began to water. He jerked, trying to get away from the painful light. Suddenly, it was gone.
"Carter. Can you hear me? I need you to stay with me."
"Allison?" Confusion and panic warred in Jack's mind. He blinked, trying to clear the aura left behind by the white light in his eyes. "What the hell is going on? Where's Zane? Is he all right?"
Jack shivered. The feel of familiar cotton and polyester against his skin registered in his mind. He was wearing his uniform. From the feel of material against his head and back, he knew that he was laying down.
Trying to sit up, he reached to rub his eyes. A hand on his chest blocked his arms and pushed him back down.
"Jack, I need you to just lie still. You've been in an accident." Allison sounded less stressed than she had been before.
He wished he could see her to know for sure. Her emotions were so easy to read on her face. Yet, he was still blinded from the light. His vision had cleared some what, but not enough to make out any distinct shapes. "What about Zane?"
She sighed. "Far as I know, he's fine. He wasn't in the lab." Her hand slid up from his chest to the pulse point on his neck. "You need to calm down or I'll be forced to give you a sedative."
Hearing that Zane hadn't been involved lifted a weight from his chest. Exhaling with relief, Jack allowed her to push him back into the pillows. Closing his eyes, he settled in to calm down. He moaned softly, chuckling a little. "So, what was it this time? Some mad scientist decide to blow up half of GD, or the more likely scenario, one of your secret projects go horribly wrong?"
"Actually, it was the first one for a change." She didn't sound too pleased by it.
Not that he could blame her. Someone deliberately trying to destroy GD, and possibly Eureka, was something to make them all quake in their undies. Heck, any scientist in this place was enough to give him the cold sweats. "We stop him in time?"
"For the most part." What he assumed were her hands, moved over his chest and neck. They examined his joints and vertebrae. "You went down pretty hard. Are you feeling any residual effects?"
Now that she mentioned it, his head began to throb. Groaning, he reached up to rub at his temple.
Her gloved hand grabbed his and pushed it aside. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Yeah, it popped up when you said something. If I didn't know better, I'd think you did it on purpose." Snickering, he tried opening his eyes again. The sudden change stung at his retinas, but he blinked to clear it. When he could see, though, things had cleared up enough that he could recognize Allison's face. Everything else, though, made him blink a few times more.
The smile she wore shifted a little in concern. "What's the matter? Don't tell me I'm not a sight for sore eyes anymore."
He frowned. "No, it's not that." With a shaking hand, he reached up to touch her hair where it fell over her shoulders. "When did this happen?"
"What?" A little concerned, she glanced down at her hair. She held up the strands to examine the tips. "Did I get them singed in the fight?"
"No, it's..." He took a deep breath. Blinking his eyes open wide, he cleared his throat. "Your hair's brown again. It looks good." At her stunned expression, he quickly back peddled. "It's not that I didn't like the blonde, but this does suit you better."
She stared at him like he had lost his mind. "Carter, I have never been and will never, be a blonde."
"What are you talking about? Of course you were." Despite her physical interventions, he sat up. The wobbly gurney shook under him, but he paid it no mind. Concern began to well up in him and he felt a little sick to his stomach. "You changed it last year, when Stark..." he trailed off at her stunned expression. "You clearly have no idea what I'm talking about."
Keeping an eye on him, she turned slightly to the doctor beside her. "I think we need to run those scans after all."
A growing suspicion took root in his mind. Taking a deep breath, Jack forced himself to remain calm. To do that, though, he had to have help. "Would you get Zane in here while you're at it? I'd feel more comfortable with him by my side."
She frowned, then nodded.
He watched her walk away with growing dread. Slumping a little, he glanced about the GD infirmary. Nothing appeared out of whack. Everything was where he thought it was supposed to be. There were a few devices he didn't recognize, but that was to be expected. He really didn't pay attention to the tech until he needed it.
Before he realized it, a pair of familiar running shoes were making their way towards him. Glancing up, he found a confused Zane staring at him. Even with the lack of concern on his lover's face, Jack felt the constrictions in his chest begin to ease. A glimmer of hope blossomed in him and Jack held out a hand expectedly.
A little slower than he should have, Zane crossed the short distance between them. He made no move to take Jack's hand, though.
Jack felt his confidence begin to wain. On a hunch, he looked to the younger man's left hand. Seeing the naked fingers hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. Feeling faint, he put a hand out to brace himself. Eyes burning again, he closed them and lay back down.
That was all the proof he needed. It was worse than he had hoped. This wasn't his world.