Eureka fic: "Morning After"
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bedlamsbardTitle: Morning After
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Fandom: Eureka
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “Oh, please, Sheriff,” he repeats, “don’t blame me for your lost heterosexuality.” Jack Carter/Nathan Stark, post-"A Night at Global Dynamics."
Disclaimer: Eureka belongs to someone not me.
Jack wakes up with someone else in his bed for the first time in ages; his first thought is that is head hurts like hell. His second is that someone else is in bed with him.
“Good morning, Sheriff Carter,” SARAH says.
“Good morning, SARAH,” Jack begins, but she isn’t done yet.
“Good morning, Dr. Stark,” she finishes.
“What?” Jack exclaims, practically ripping the sheets off the bed.
“Can you shut up for one minute?” Stark mutters into his – Jack’s, Jack’s – pillow. He’s not wearing anything. Jack throws the sheets back over him in horror.
“How drunk was I last night?” he demands.
“Your blood alcohol content was point-oh-eight,” SARAH replies harmonically. “Dr. Stark’s was point-oh-six.”
“Seriously, does your house ever shut up?” Stark’s voice is muffled by the pillow.
“Suddenly I feel the need to have pants on,” Jack says to no one in particular, groping around on the floor.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Carter, you’re not that impressive,” Stark says, sitting up and rubbing a hand over his eyes. His hair is a wild riot of curls around his face; he looks younger than Jack has ever seen him before.
He throws an arm up to cover his eyes. “Oh my God, I think I’m going blind.”
“Oh, please, Sheriff –” Stark begins.
“I don’t sleep with men!” Jack blurts out.
Stark gives him a put-upon look. He’s sitting cross-legged, sheets arranged over his lap – for modesty, Jack hopes grimly, please let it be for modesty’s sake – and his back perfectly straight. Hysterically, Jack thinks he looks like the little Buddhist statues one of his old partners kept on his desk back in LA. “Oh, please, Sheriff,” he repeats, “don’t blame me for your lost heterosexuality.”
Jack ignores him in favor of looking for his shirt. He finds Stark’s silk-cotton blend and tosses it over his shoulder, but his uniform shirt is nowhere in sight. He gets up to get another one out of his closet, steadfastly not looking at Stark. Behind him, there’s a rustle of fabric, which Jack hopes means Stark is getting dressed.
“I’m making coffee, Dr. Stark,” SARAH announces.
“You make coffee every day,” Jack grumbles.
Both of them ignore him. “That’s – nice,” Stark says, and manages to make it sound like a question.
“How do you like your coffee, Dr. Stark? I have sugar, Splenda, milk, cream, half-and –”
“Oh, for God’s sake!” Jack bursts out. “He’s not staying for breakfast!”
SARAH ignores him. “I also have beer on tap, if you prefer.”
“That explains a lot about your behavior some days, Sheriff,” Stark says, amused. “Black coffee will be fine, thanks.”
Jack decides to risk it and turns around to glare at him. Stark blinks at him mildly, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to hide the wrinkles.
“Have you seen my tie?” he asks.
Jack opens his mouth to say something insulting, but instead he has a crystal-clear image of Stark stretched out naked on the bed, tie binding his hands over his head. He snaps his mouth shut on Stark’s quirked eyebrow.
“I’m going to use your bathroom,” he decides, turning away.
Jack digs the heels of his hands into his eyes and makes sure to pick up his gun on his way downstairs.
Zoe’s sitting at the kitchen counter staring blankly at her calculus textbook, clutching a cup of coffee like a lifeline. “I’m so screwed,” she says as he comes in. “I don’t know why I thought I could do this. I’m so screwed.” She looks up. “What happened to you? Is that a hickey?”
He claps a hand to the side of his neck. Zoe’s eyes go wide. “Oh my God, it is,” she exhales, and begins, “Who –” as Stark wanders in.
“Your coffee is on the counter, Dr. Stark,” SARAH says.
“Why, thank you, SARAH,” Stark says, looking significantly at Jack for some reason. He’s found his tie; it’s looped over his neck but not fastened.
“We have three kinds of cereal and various baked goods,” SARAH adds happily while Zoe stares, “or I can make something more filling, like bacon and pancakes. Do you like bacon and pancakes?”
“What?” Jack demands, glaring around at the walls and ceiling.
Stark sips his coffee calmly. “No, thank you, SARAH, I’ll grab something at Café Diem on my way to GD. There’s a lot of work to do.”
“Yeah, that’s right, leave,” Jack snaps, downing his own coffee and holding his cup out. “SARAH, hit me.”
Zoe looks back and forth between them as Stark doesn’t move. “I really don’t want to know,” she announces. She looks back at Jack, a familiar smirk on her features. “Hey, Dr. Stark, do you know anything about calculus?”
Jack swears to God he sees Stark echo the smirk at him. “Well, I have this doctorate in higher level physics…” he begins.
“Great!” Zoe exclaims, practically bouncing. “So you can, like, totally explain this to me in words of one syllables!”
“Of course,” Stark says, and oh, yeah, he’s definitely smirking. “I’m sure Allison can survive without me for a little while.”
Jack throws his hands up. “I give up,” he says. “I’m going to work.”
“Bye!” Stark says, and the bastard actually waves. “Have fun!”
“SARAH, door,” Jack says in reply, and leaves.
end
Author:
bedlamsbardFandom: Eureka
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “Oh, please, Sheriff,” he repeats, “don’t blame me for your lost heterosexuality.” Jack Carter/Nathan Stark, post-"A Night at Global Dynamics."
Disclaimer: Eureka belongs to someone not me.
Jack wakes up with someone else in his bed for the first time in ages; his first thought is that is head hurts like hell. His second is that someone else is in bed with him.
“Good morning, Sheriff Carter,” SARAH says.
“Good morning, SARAH,” Jack begins, but she isn’t done yet.
“Good morning, Dr. Stark,” she finishes.
“What?” Jack exclaims, practically ripping the sheets off the bed.
“Can you shut up for one minute?” Stark mutters into his – Jack’s, Jack’s – pillow. He’s not wearing anything. Jack throws the sheets back over him in horror.
“How drunk was I last night?” he demands.
“Your blood alcohol content was point-oh-eight,” SARAH replies harmonically. “Dr. Stark’s was point-oh-six.”
“Seriously, does your house ever shut up?” Stark’s voice is muffled by the pillow.
“Suddenly I feel the need to have pants on,” Jack says to no one in particular, groping around on the floor.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Carter, you’re not that impressive,” Stark says, sitting up and rubbing a hand over his eyes. His hair is a wild riot of curls around his face; he looks younger than Jack has ever seen him before.
He throws an arm up to cover his eyes. “Oh my God, I think I’m going blind.”
“Oh, please, Sheriff –” Stark begins.
“I don’t sleep with men!” Jack blurts out.
Stark gives him a put-upon look. He’s sitting cross-legged, sheets arranged over his lap – for modesty, Jack hopes grimly, please let it be for modesty’s sake – and his back perfectly straight. Hysterically, Jack thinks he looks like the little Buddhist statues one of his old partners kept on his desk back in LA. “Oh, please, Sheriff,” he repeats, “don’t blame me for your lost heterosexuality.”
Jack ignores him in favor of looking for his shirt. He finds Stark’s silk-cotton blend and tosses it over his shoulder, but his uniform shirt is nowhere in sight. He gets up to get another one out of his closet, steadfastly not looking at Stark. Behind him, there’s a rustle of fabric, which Jack hopes means Stark is getting dressed.
“I’m making coffee, Dr. Stark,” SARAH announces.
“You make coffee every day,” Jack grumbles.
Both of them ignore him. “That’s – nice,” Stark says, and manages to make it sound like a question.
“How do you like your coffee, Dr. Stark? I have sugar, Splenda, milk, cream, half-and –”
“Oh, for God’s sake!” Jack bursts out. “He’s not staying for breakfast!”
SARAH ignores him. “I also have beer on tap, if you prefer.”
“That explains a lot about your behavior some days, Sheriff,” Stark says, amused. “Black coffee will be fine, thanks.”
Jack decides to risk it and turns around to glare at him. Stark blinks at him mildly, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to hide the wrinkles.
“Have you seen my tie?” he asks.
Jack opens his mouth to say something insulting, but instead he has a crystal-clear image of Stark stretched out naked on the bed, tie binding his hands over his head. He snaps his mouth shut on Stark’s quirked eyebrow.
“I’m going to use your bathroom,” he decides, turning away.
Jack digs the heels of his hands into his eyes and makes sure to pick up his gun on his way downstairs.
Zoe’s sitting at the kitchen counter staring blankly at her calculus textbook, clutching a cup of coffee like a lifeline. “I’m so screwed,” she says as he comes in. “I don’t know why I thought I could do this. I’m so screwed.” She looks up. “What happened to you? Is that a hickey?”
He claps a hand to the side of his neck. Zoe’s eyes go wide. “Oh my God, it is,” she exhales, and begins, “Who –” as Stark wanders in.
“Your coffee is on the counter, Dr. Stark,” SARAH says.
“Why, thank you, SARAH,” Stark says, looking significantly at Jack for some reason. He’s found his tie; it’s looped over his neck but not fastened.
“We have three kinds of cereal and various baked goods,” SARAH adds happily while Zoe stares, “or I can make something more filling, like bacon and pancakes. Do you like bacon and pancakes?”
“What?” Jack demands, glaring around at the walls and ceiling.
Stark sips his coffee calmly. “No, thank you, SARAH, I’ll grab something at Café Diem on my way to GD. There’s a lot of work to do.”
“Yeah, that’s right, leave,” Jack snaps, downing his own coffee and holding his cup out. “SARAH, hit me.”
Zoe looks back and forth between them as Stark doesn’t move. “I really don’t want to know,” she announces. She looks back at Jack, a familiar smirk on her features. “Hey, Dr. Stark, do you know anything about calculus?”
Jack swears to God he sees Stark echo the smirk at him. “Well, I have this doctorate in higher level physics…” he begins.
“Great!” Zoe exclaims, practically bouncing. “So you can, like, totally explain this to me in words of one syllables!”
“Of course,” Stark says, and oh, yeah, he’s definitely smirking. “I’m sure Allison can survive without me for a little while.”
Jack throws his hands up. “I give up,” he says. “I’m going to work.”
“Bye!” Stark says, and the bastard actually waves. “Have fun!”
“SARAH, door,” Jack says in reply, and leaves.
end
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Date: 2008-02-19 12:56 am (UTC)This is great, ilove Stark's 'So what?' reaction and the sherif going crazy ^^ You should so write a next part.
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Date: 2008-02-19 01:26 am (UTC)