Fanfiction of….

Eureka

This story is set after the 1947 incident, but before Astreaus. Jo and Zane are in their kind of relationship, but nothing has happened between Jack and Allison.

Jack Carter scratched his head in confusion as one of the science geeks at Global Dynamics droned on about subcutaneous particles. He was trying to find all the information he could about his most recent case. With Jo on her death bed, he needed to hurry.

Earlier that day…

Deputy Jo Lupo pulled her long brown hair back into its usual drab ponytail. Her boyfriend, Zane Donovan, walked up to Jo and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Do you ever do your hair a different way?" he whispered in her ear. Jo swatted him off with her hand.

"Watch it," she said with a grin. "I'm armed and dangerous!" Zane playfully slapped her on the bum, then tried to act innocent as Jo threw him a dirty look.

"Get outta here Zane," she said with a look that could kill. "Fargo will kill you if you late for your meeting."

"Probably," answered Zane, and walked out without saying another word. Jo raised her eyebrows, trying to shake the hurt feeling that he'd left with her.

Jo's stomach began to rumble, and she instantly began to crave a Vinspresso, so she grabbed her gun, shoved it into her holster, then jogged out the door.

"What can I get for you today Jo?" asked a sweet man called Vincent.

"Just my usual Vinspresso," Jo answered mechanically. She was still feeling wounded from her earlier conversation with Zane. Her fingers touched the end of her ponytail as she remembered his words. Maybe I am boring. She thought. She began to feel upset, as if Zane would dump her for always wearing a ponytail. She was still lost in thought when Vincent walked up to her holding a steaming Vinspresso.

"Feeling alright there Jo?" he asked with sincere care. Jo looked up, startled. She saw it was Vincent with her Vinspresso. Taking the Vinspresso, she placed it on the counter beside her, then stared at her shoes.

"I'm fine, Vince," She said unconvincingly. Vince stared at her for a moment, than laid a warm hand on her shoulder.

"I'm always here for you Jo," he said solemnly. He then turned around and left her, grabbing a dishtowel on his way. Feeling the warm imprint left on her shoulder from Vince, Jo tried not to sigh.

She went to grab her vinspresso, but the man beside her went to grab it as well.

"Sorry," he said, thoroughly embarrassed. "Is this yours?"

"Yes, it is," Jo said. She pointed to a vinspresso a little farther up the table. "That one's yours."

"Thanks," the man said. Jo shook her head in disbelief as she grabbed her warm vinspresso.

She walked quickly out the door, and hopped into her new car. Even though Jo usually sat inside the busy Café Diem and savoured her vinspresso, today she was in no mood for that. She chugged it down in one breath, then chucked the cup out the window into a nearby garbage can. Turning on her car, Jo pulled sharply out of the parking spot and raced down the road. Her radio crackled and Jack Carter`s voice filled the car.

"Hey, Jo, you there?" came the crackling voice from the radio. Jo sighed then grabbed her radio and pressed the talk button.

"I'm here Carter, what do you want?" she said, fighting to keep her voice neutral.

"Oh, uhh, sorry Jo," came the voice again, but this time in an obviously surprised tone. "I just wanted to know if you'd finished those reports I asked you for yesterday." Jo rubbed her aching head.

"Not yet, Jack," she said. "I'll get on it. I should be there in about ten minutes. Over."

Jo placed the radio back in its holder as she tried to displace her pounding headache. But it was no use. Jo tried to concentrate on the road ahead of her, but her vision was getting blurry and her arms were shaking. She feebly stopped the car and tried to reach for her phone, but her arms were no longer responding to her commands. Her breath was coming in short gasps and her head now felt like someone was taking a pick axe to it. Jo tried to yell for help, but only a whisper came out.

"Jack, help…"

She sat there, paralyzed, held up only by her seat belt. Her breaths became shorter and shallower, and bile rose up into her throat. When the pain felt unbearable, her vision blurred further, and then there was nothing.

Jack Carter sat in his office chair, spinning a pencil.

"Where is she?" he muttered under his breath. He had talked to Jo about an hour earlier, but she still wasn't in the office. She also hadn't responded to the numerous radio and phone calls Jack had made to her. Jack didn't want to get Fargo and Global Dynamics involved. But he knew he had to call for help. Jo would never go missing like this.

Grabbing his cell, Jack dialed Allison's number.

"Allison Blake speaking," came the response from the other end of the line.

"Hey Allison, it's Jack," Jack continued to twirl his pencil.

"Hey, Carter. What's up? Everything alright over there?"

Jack rubbed his temples. "Not really Allison. Jo's missing."

"Sorry, what?" Allison sounded surprised and a little confused. "What do you mean?"

"I talked to her about an hour ago, but she still isn't here," Jack said hurriedly.

"Okay…" Allison trailed off, unsure of the problem.

"Well, now she's not answering any of my calls. She should be here by now!" Jack's voice raised a notch as he tried to not yell at Allison. She obviously wasn't getting his concern, and Jack was getting more worried by the minute.

"Well, what would you like me to do Carter?" Allison said, slightly mystified.

Jack thought for a minute. "What about that DNA scanner thingy? The one that you used last year that stole Jo's DNA and made her almost die?"

Jack heard Allison sigh on the other end of the phone. "It didn't steal her DNA Carter. A missing piece made it possible for Julia to replicate Jo's DNA, then use it to…."

"Great, yes, that," Jack said, cutting into Allison's technicalities. "Can we use it?"

"It was decided that we didn't need it, so no."

"Seriously?" Jack grabbed his coat off the back of his chair. "Never mind Allison. I'll find her myself."

About 20 minutes later, Jack was still driving around trying to find Jo. Maybe I should get some help. he thought. Just then, he spotted Jo's car pulled off to the side of the road, Speeding up, Jack's heart began to race, as if he was nervous. He knew he should be relieved, but for some reason, he wasn't. He skidded to a stop and hopped out his car without even turning it off. He tried to slow down in case he freaked Jo out, but he couldn't. Peering into the tinted window of Jo's car, Jack's heart stopped. Jo was slumped over the steering wheel.

"Jo!" Jack yelled. Yanking open the car door, he tried to sit Jo up, but she just flopped backwards against the seat, her skin slightly blue.

"No, Jo!" Carter undid her seatbelt and lifted her out of the car. He had never actually realized how small Jo was. Laying her on the ground, with her head in his lap, Jack pulled out his cell phone and franticly dialed Allison's number.

"Allison Blake speak…." Began Allison.

"Allison!" interrupted Jack. "It's Jack, and I found Jo. It's bad, Allison. I need your help."