Night Crawler
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the show, Eureka, or any of the characters, and no profit was earned for writing this.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I felt I had to write fan fiction for this show because there seems to be surprisingly little and it's such a great show that it deserves a lot. Also, although I have never deliberately delayed posting a story due to few reviews, they do cause me to write faster. Please Review!
CHAPTER NOTE: This story actually has a plot; this first chapter is just the setup for it so don't give up on it. It's not all drama or anything (as you might believe from this chapter) and I promise I won't badly hurt any characters!
SPOILERS: Nothing blatant, but events are current right up until "The Games We Play."
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"I don't know why you're even bothering to go to student/teacher conferences." Zoë complained, "it's not like you ever went before."
Jack refused to be swayed by her surliness. "Yeah, well, but that was before your Mom wanted weekly updates on you since letting you stay. Besides, it's not everyday I get called in to talk to your teachers without you being in some sort of trouble. I actually find it very refreshing." He smiled teasingly at her.
Zoë rolled her eyes at him and gave a quiet, "whatever," but she really wasn't upset. She liked spending time with her Dad, especially when he set aside work for her. Although, admittedly, there wasn't much going on in Eureka at the time. Still, she appreciated any time she could get, even if her Dad delighted in teasing her.
The light ahead turned green and Jack started forward with a glance at his daughter, "You know-"
"DAD! WATCH OUT!"
Carter whipped his head around to see a car heading straight for his door. He could hear the tires of the other car squealing, but realized with a sick certainty that there was no way it was going to stop in time. At least Zoë will be somewhat safe.
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Zoë groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. She started to take stock of her situation. She was sitting in a car with a deployed airbag in front of her. What the hell? Then with a flash she remembered the other car and shouting out to her Dad. Oh no, Dad!
She turned in her seat. He was obviously unconscious, leaning forward in his seatbelt with his face resting on the airbag. She couldn't see any injuries from where she was, but his side had taken the brunt of the impact. She numbly unhooked her seatbelt as she heard voices approaching shouting for help. She stumbled out her door, taking a moment to steady her feet and made her way to the other side of the car.
The driver of the other car wasn't visible behind the airbag, but Zoë had her priorities and that included taking care of her Dad first. The other car was a station wagon whose entire front end had crumpled on impact with theirs. Her Dad's door was irreparably mangled with most of it caved in towards the interior of the car. Leaning her body between the juncture the two cars made, she peered down the inside of her Dad's door.
Parts of the door looked to be holding his torso against the back of his seat even while his shoulders and neck leaned forward. His left arm was definitely broken, bent at a weird angle at the forearm. The metal jutted in too much for her to check his leg, but he was breathing and wasn't bleeding badly anywhere she could see. She let out the breath she had been holding and let the bystanders lead her a short distance from the car while they waited for help.
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