Title: The Alpha Male Thing
Title: The Alpha Male Thing
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: Eureka
Summary: For devylish who wanted: Jack/Jo, just a scene of Jack being a little (or a lot) dominant,,, and Jo kinda liking it.
Type / Pairings: Jack/Jo
Main characters: Jack Carter, Jo Lupo
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: As long as you know about the Timeline shift, you’ll be okay
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Authors Note: For the Jack/Jo Comment Fic Meme on the J/J LJ!
Heaving a sigh, Jo mentally revised a proposal to surround Eureka with an invisible, electrified fence, like the ones people used to keep pets in their yards. Only her fence would shock outsiders who wandered too close to Eureka’s town boundaries. It could be designed not to react to anyone carrying one of GD’s cell phones, but would deter tourists and annoying Federal Agents alike.
When Carter had stumbled onto them, he’d at least been useful. Morris and Chester, FBI, had rolled into town, blowhards assholes with condescending attitudes who couldn’t even find their way to the team work seminar they were supposed to be attending, and Fargo, for some unfathomable reason, hadn’t thrown them out. During their obnoxious visit, there’s been a minor emergency with a rogue drone weapon, which she and Carter had handled, but now the Bozo twins were lecturing them on procedure.
“…See, you small town types don’t have the balls to deal with real law enforcement situations, so you come out here and don’t have the opportunity to learn the right way to deal with emergencies. We would have done it the right way, evacuated the town and called for support, not taken on whatever the hell that was, just a podunk sheriff with Rambo Barbie for backup….”
Rambo Barbie!, Jo seethed, preparing to feed Morris his tie, but Jack surged up from his chair first.
“I’ve had enough from you two,” he snapped, bordering on a growl as he got right up into Morris’s smug face. “If you had a worthwhile opinion, you should have done something instead of hiding, but you didn’t, so shut the hell up. You’re useless paper pushers. And how dare you disrespect Chief Lupo! I’d offer to kick your asses, but she’d do a far better job at it than I would. Get the hell out of my town or I’ll drop you down the darkest hole of a military prison that I can find. Yes, the ‘podunk sheriff’ has the authority to do that. Go!”
Carter might have normally been slow to anger, but these two morons had irritated him as much as they had Jo. He was good and pissed, glowering and standing tall, and Jo had to admit it was always interesting to see him pull out the Alpha male posturing. For a man in law enforcement, he was unusually relaxed and laid back about a lot of things. Especially since his break up with Allison and the following beer/cereal depression and recovery (which she had the opportunity to witness first hand, as she was still living with him).
Not today though. Even Dumb and Dumber could sense the shift in his mood and, grumbling, made a quick exit. Fargo, even though no one was angry with him, soon followed, leaving Jo alone in the Sheriff’s office with Carter, who was pacing off some of the testosterone surge that had been required to send the Feds packing. His jaw was clenched and his shoulders tense, fists opening and closing.
When Jo found herself doing that, she usually blew off the energy at the firing range, or practicing hand to hand or…well, before the time line shenanigans, Zane had been pretty good at helping her to relax, but that was no longer an option. As Jack was single again, it wasn’t an option for him either.
Hopping up to sit on his desk, Jo watched Jack pace for a moment longer, swinging her feet idly. As it was the end of the day, she wondered if she should suggest dinner. Good food would probably help him wind down.
“Hey,” she said as he made another pass across the room, then blinked as his eyes snapped to hers. “Thanks.”
He’d been right about her ability to kick ass, but it was nice to have someone stick up for her. With her reputation, it wasn’t something that happened often, and, even when it did, it was rare that someone could do so respectfully. Jack had managed though. He respected her, always had, but he was also her friend and refused to let Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber insult her.
Jack nodded, then gave a self deprecating shrug. “We have to have each others backs, right?”
They did. That had become more and more apparent since their hop into this timeline. She could honestly say that Jack was closer to her than anyone else now and she was sure he’d say the same. Living together had pushed them beyond the usual best friend boundaries and commiserating over their healing broken hearts had only strengthened their bonds.
Now, there were even the occasional sparks of…something. He’d lay a hand on her back as he stepped around her in the kitchen, she’d relax against his shoulder while the watched TV. When she teased him into chasing her on a run, then stopped short, he’d crashed into her, sending her tumbling to the ground. She’d found herself pinned beneath him, both of them breathing heavily as their eyes locked and there’d been a moment…before their phones rang, alerting them to the latest GD crisis.
Now their gazes locked again and the room seemed to hum with energy (the good kind, not the scary, experiment gone awry kind). Jo let her teeth worry her lower lip and noted how Jack’s eyes dropped to her mouth for a moment. His fair skin flushed and she smiled as he moved towards her, stopping when he was close enough for her to feel his legs touching her knees.
Without looking away, she tilted her head slightly and planted her palms on the desktop, leaning back slightly. Returning her smile, Jack took the final step, his slim hips coming to rest between her thighs. Slowly, he leaned forward, long arms stretching past her to find a place on the desk beside her own. He hovered over her, brushing his nose against hers for a moment.
She could feel his breath on her lips, a warm puff that smelled faintly of the minty gum he liked….
In unison, their phones chimed, something that only happened when something was going on.
Jack closed his eyes and groaned and Jo let her forehead rest against his.
“Tell you what,” he said, straightening to fish his phone out of his pocket. “Lets handle whatever crisis Fargo’s calling about, then continue this at home.”
Jo liked the sound of that plan. A lot.
Chapter 2
Comments, pretty please? What do you think, does this need a sequel?
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: Eureka
Summary: For devylish who wanted: Jack/Jo, just a scene of Jack being a little (or a lot) dominant,,, and Jo kinda liking it.
Type / Pairings: Jack/Jo
Main characters: Jack Carter, Jo Lupo
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: As long as you know about the Timeline shift, you’ll be okay
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Authors Note: For the Jack/Jo Comment Fic Meme on the J/J LJ!
Heaving a sigh, Jo mentally revised a proposal to surround Eureka with an invisible, electrified fence, like the ones people used to keep pets in their yards. Only her fence would shock outsiders who wandered too close to Eureka’s town boundaries. It could be designed not to react to anyone carrying one of GD’s cell phones, but would deter tourists and annoying Federal Agents alike.
When Carter had stumbled onto them, he’d at least been useful. Morris and Chester, FBI, had rolled into town, blowhards assholes with condescending attitudes who couldn’t even find their way to the team work seminar they were supposed to be attending, and Fargo, for some unfathomable reason, hadn’t thrown them out. During their obnoxious visit, there’s been a minor emergency with a rogue drone weapon, which she and Carter had handled, but now the Bozo twins were lecturing them on procedure.
“…See, you small town types don’t have the balls to deal with real law enforcement situations, so you come out here and don’t have the opportunity to learn the right way to deal with emergencies. We would have done it the right way, evacuated the town and called for support, not taken on whatever the hell that was, just a podunk sheriff with Rambo Barbie for backup….”
Rambo Barbie!, Jo seethed, preparing to feed Morris his tie, but Jack surged up from his chair first.
“I’ve had enough from you two,” he snapped, bordering on a growl as he got right up into Morris’s smug face. “If you had a worthwhile opinion, you should have done something instead of hiding, but you didn’t, so shut the hell up. You’re useless paper pushers. And how dare you disrespect Chief Lupo! I’d offer to kick your asses, but she’d do a far better job at it than I would. Get the hell out of my town or I’ll drop you down the darkest hole of a military prison that I can find. Yes, the ‘podunk sheriff’ has the authority to do that. Go!”
Carter might have normally been slow to anger, but these two morons had irritated him as much as they had Jo. He was good and pissed, glowering and standing tall, and Jo had to admit it was always interesting to see him pull out the Alpha male posturing. For a man in law enforcement, he was unusually relaxed and laid back about a lot of things. Especially since his break up with Allison and the following beer/cereal depression and recovery (which she had the opportunity to witness first hand, as she was still living with him).
Not today though. Even Dumb and Dumber could sense the shift in his mood and, grumbling, made a quick exit. Fargo, even though no one was angry with him, soon followed, leaving Jo alone in the Sheriff’s office with Carter, who was pacing off some of the testosterone surge that had been required to send the Feds packing. His jaw was clenched and his shoulders tense, fists opening and closing.
When Jo found herself doing that, she usually blew off the energy at the firing range, or practicing hand to hand or…well, before the time line shenanigans, Zane had been pretty good at helping her to relax, but that was no longer an option. As Jack was single again, it wasn’t an option for him either.
Hopping up to sit on his desk, Jo watched Jack pace for a moment longer, swinging her feet idly. As it was the end of the day, she wondered if she should suggest dinner. Good food would probably help him wind down.
“Hey,” she said as he made another pass across the room, then blinked as his eyes snapped to hers. “Thanks.”
He’d been right about her ability to kick ass, but it was nice to have someone stick up for her. With her reputation, it wasn’t something that happened often, and, even when it did, it was rare that someone could do so respectfully. Jack had managed though. He respected her, always had, but he was also her friend and refused to let Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber insult her.
Jack nodded, then gave a self deprecating shrug. “We have to have each others backs, right?”
They did. That had become more and more apparent since their hop into this timeline. She could honestly say that Jack was closer to her than anyone else now and she was sure he’d say the same. Living together had pushed them beyond the usual best friend boundaries and commiserating over their healing broken hearts had only strengthened their bonds.
Now, there were even the occasional sparks of…something. He’d lay a hand on her back as he stepped around her in the kitchen, she’d relax against his shoulder while the watched TV. When she teased him into chasing her on a run, then stopped short, he’d crashed into her, sending her tumbling to the ground. She’d found herself pinned beneath him, both of them breathing heavily as their eyes locked and there’d been a moment…before their phones rang, alerting them to the latest GD crisis.
Now their gazes locked again and the room seemed to hum with energy (the good kind, not the scary, experiment gone awry kind). Jo let her teeth worry her lower lip and noted how Jack’s eyes dropped to her mouth for a moment. His fair skin flushed and she smiled as he moved towards her, stopping when he was close enough for her to feel his legs touching her knees.
Without looking away, she tilted her head slightly and planted her palms on the desktop, leaning back slightly. Returning her smile, Jack took the final step, his slim hips coming to rest between her thighs. Slowly, he leaned forward, long arms stretching past her to find a place on the desk beside her own. He hovered over her, brushing his nose against hers for a moment.
She could feel his breath on her lips, a warm puff that smelled faintly of the minty gum he liked….
In unison, their phones chimed, something that only happened when something was going on.
Jack closed his eyes and groaned and Jo let her forehead rest against his.
“Tell you what,” he said, straightening to fish his phone out of his pocket. “Lets handle whatever crisis Fargo’s calling about, then continue this at home.”
Jo liked the sound of that plan. A lot.
Chapter 2
Comments, pretty please? What do you think, does this need a sequel?