I love Eureka, don't get me wrong, but was anyone else completely unsatisfied with the turn of events for Jo and Zane's relationship? Well I was. And this is the manifestation of said dissatisfaction. I've never written any fan fiction before, but I love reading it and I always have these situations play through my head of how I wanted my OTPs to progress in episodes. And since this persistent little bugger has been plaguing my dreams (well not plaguing, any dream about Eureka is a good dream), I decided to get it down on paper. Or on computer. Semantics.
So yeah, this is how I thought Jo and Zane's relationship should have really unfolded during Season 4. There are a bajillion shout-outs to the actual season, since it truly was fantastic. I hope you enjoy it!
Also, I don't own Eureka, otherwise season 4 would have gone more like this. Harrumph.
Home Sweet Home
Zane. She had to find Zane. Never before in her life had she been so eager to get to the Sheriff's Office, and man, she liked to work. Enforcing justice with an iron fist and perfectly slicked-back hair was Jo's expertise.
But for the first time in well, ever, she started letting that gelled hair down. Zane had brought such spontaneity, such fun to her life. He knew how to make her feel feminine and beautiful, but never in a flimsy girly-girl sort of way. Of course, the Hulk couldn't make Jo feel weak. Mr. Mean and Green would be in a ninja head lock before he could even finish the syllable. But right, Zane.
When Zane was around, she could laugh. When Zane was around, she could let her titanium-plated walls come down. When Zane was around… she could live! But without him… she couldn't imagine it. She wanted to marry him. Hell, she needed to marry him. And when she finally burst through those doors, there he was.
Zane's head jerked up as he heard someone enter the jail. And there she was, the bane of his existence, charging through the doors like a bull hungering for some matador flesh. He felt a smirk tug at his lips – was she really dressed up for Founder's Day?
"I never took you for the whole get-in-the-holiday-spirit type, Lupo." Yup, there came the smirk.
But she only shook her head and said "Just shut up, I need to say this before something else gets in the way."
Something else? Though taken aback, he kept his mouth shut. This should be interesting.
She took a deep breath and began: "I am so sorry about earlier. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe I was just thinking too much, you know? I do that sometimes…"
Zane was getting bored. "Lupo, what the hell are you trying to say?"
"What I'm trying to say is… yes. Yes I will marry you."
Zane was taken aback. What kind of sick prank was this? When he looked up at her, her face beamed so much that if it got any brighter, Zane thought he might need to put on sunglasses. Her eyes glittered and she had a shy but heartfelt smile on her face. For a second, Zane felt something stir inside of him. But he quickly smothered it – hell, she'd probably just been taking acting classes. So he laughed it off and shot her down; she wasn't going to get to him that easily.
"Me marry you? In what universe?" He chuckled some more to himself, since this was clearly some sort of scheme. Maybe Lupo's holiday spirit consisted solely of toying with his emotions.
But weirdly enough, she seemed to be the emotional one. She was still standing there, brow furrowed, luscious lips slightly agape, eyes wide and brimming with… tears? Wait, tears? Since when could robots cry? When she finally realized that Zane was squinting at her, she blinked and backed away. One, two, three steps. After staring at Zane once more with a look that consisted of shock, pain, and confusion, she turned on her heel and practically ran out of the jail.
That was so weird - she had overtly expressed emotions other than anger. Zane had always thought that Jo Lupo's emotions were some sort of intangible myth, but maybe he'd been wrong…
Nah. She was just messing with him. She had to be. He brushed the whole situation off and went back to his magazine.
Dammit, he'd lost his place.
She'd lost him, she'd lost everything. The sun was too bright. The people were too loud. Or was that her heart pounding? Was it even still beating? This wasn't happening. It couldn't be.
For three years she had fought with Zane, she had joked with him, she had loved him. He was an integral part of her life – he had asked her to marry him! But that was gone now. It was all gone: all the laughter, all the kisses, all the make up dinners, all of it. Gone. Poof! Only this wasn't some light-hearted magic trick, it was her life that had been messed with.
As she finally managed to stumble back to her house, she collapsed on her bed. It was just this morning that she was moments away from getting engaged and spending the rest of her life with the man she loved. If only her call to Zane would have gone through instead of transporting her back in time… damn you Trevor Grant. Damn you to the farthest reaches of hell where people burn eternally for smashing other people's dreams. For smashing Jo's dreams. Repeatedly. With a sledgehammer. As a tear trickled over the bridge of her nose and dropped onto her pillow, Jo closed her eyes.
This new timeline sucked.
