Flash Forward to Eureka by Lozzimal

Disclaimer: I don't own either Eureka or Flash Forward, unfortunately!

Pairing: Future Jack/Nathan

Summary: Everyone on the planet flashes forward to April 29 2010. What does Jack see?

(If you've not watched Flash Forward I recommend it – its fab!)

This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own. This is not a cross over

Sheriff Jack Carter stared at the annoying scientist in front of him disbelief. "You did what, Fargo?" he demanded, angrily trying not to laugh. "You tried to do what to LoJack?"

Fargo looked contrite and embarrassed at the same time, and looked away from the Sheriff to the doctor wrapping his hand in a bandage. "I tried to sheer him." he said quietly again and then looked up when the Sheriff laughed. "He was moulting everywhere!" he protested. "He always manages to get into GD, however much we try to stop him, and there's dog hair all over my experiments!"

Jack wasn't going to tell him that that was because the dog had more brains than most of the scientists at GD, and that Taggart was letting him in to help with his own experiments. They both liked to see the confusion in the normally arrogant geniuses when they were trying to figure out where the dog hair had come from. "I'm not surprised he jumped you." Jack told the twit in front of him. "You should feel lucky that he only grabbed the sheers from your hand, rather than your throat."

Fargo nodded dejectedly, but then looked up again. "But I did get injured." he protested and tried to show him his hand. "Maybe that is enough to get him shaved?"

Jack shook his head, grinning at him. "You only got hurt because you jumped back and…" He was going to tell him that he had banged into something sharp that he had left out and caused his own injury. But then, all of a sudden, he was somewhere, some time else.

Along with everyone else in the world.

He could hear screaming, a horrid yell of pain that was being ripped out of the throat of someone he cared about, and he looked around to see what he could do to alleviate it. Jack found himself in a lab, the same lab his life had virtually ended almost a year before and he searched around it for what was emitting that noise. Nathan was there, which was amazing to him, but he was on the ground by that crappy time machine, in a tight ball, screaming in agony. Jack ran towards him, but before he could Henry grabbed him in a tight grip and stopped him. The Doctor also looked pained, but he shook his head. "We can't stop it now." he said to the Sheriff quickly. "Its almost done, he's almost back."

Jack stared at him and could do nothing else but press his hands to his ears to try and block out the noise.

He studied what was going on and noticed that Nathan seemed to be enclosed in a box of some sort of energy, that he was almost transparent at first but seemed to be getting more solid, and Henry was doing something with a device that the Sheriff hadn't seen before. A device, there's always a device.

The other doctor concentrated on his equipment and laptop, speaking with SARAH, which was also an oddity, and all the time that horrible noise was coming from the floor.

Soon enough though, the noise stopped, the box of energy dissipated, and Henry grinned triumphantly at Jack and let him go. "He's back!" he crowed. "It worked! Jack, you're a genius!"

Jack didn't say a word to him, as soon as he felt him let him go he was running towards Nathan, getting there in five strides. With a curse he fell to his knees beside him and grabbed him, pulling him into his arms and holding him tight. "Nathan." he murmured and buried his face in the scientist's hair as he cradled him close. "Oh God, Nathan."

Nathan groaned and buried his face as far into Jack's throat as he could, trying to leach as much heat and feeling out of him as he could.

Henry walked over quickly with a grin and crouched beside them. He wrapped a blanket he had with him tightly around Nathan's body, and gently rubbed his back when both Nathan and Jack looked up at him. "April 29th, 2010." he said fondly to them both. "Your Re-Birthday, Nathan."

Nathan smiled weakly and collapsed back against the Sheriff. "Thanks." he murmured gratefully. "Really. But I don't want to do that again. Ever."

"Not going to let you go again, ever." Jack assured him, and held him a little tighter. "Ever."

Nathan said nothing for a few moments, and Jack, concerned he had passed out, pulled away a little so he could look down at him. "Are you all right?" he asked him worriedly. He looked up at Henry when his armful said nothing, just looked at him. "We need to get him to the infirmary." he said to him.

Henry nodded and went over to his console again to call for some help.

Jack looked back at Nathan, and saw him smile a little at him. I'm okay, Jack." the scientist said to him. "Rebirth, I like that."

Jack found himself smiling at him. "I'm not changing your diapers." he commented, amused. "You're gonna have to go through potty training quickly."

Nathan laughed quietly and moved one hand to lightly touch Jack's face. With a smile at him he cupped his cheek in his hand and quickly pressed his lips to the Sheriff's in a light kiss. Jack stared at him for a moment in shock, then mentally shrugged and kissed him back, hot and heavy, putting all he felt for the arrogant returned scientist in his arms. "I care." he murmured when they broke off quickly for air, and then dove in for some more, tasting Nathan's smile.

Jack groaned quietly and opened his eyes. He blinked a few times to clear his vision, and found himself on the floor of the infirmary, where he had been standing just moments before. With another groan he pushed himself up into a sitting position on the floor and looked around him for some explanation. But he didn't get a definitive one. The other people that had been wandering around the infirmary when he had been talking to Fargo were also pulling themselves off the floor, all looking bewildered. "What the hell was that?" Fargo himself asked groggily from the gurney he had been sitting on, in front if the Sheriff. He also pushed himself up into a sitting position and was looking around, and he watched Jack reach up and use the edge of the bed to stand. "I have no idea." Jack told him truthfully as he looked around.

Even though he was concerned, bewildered and worried, he knew he had a job to do. First things first – he pulled out his mobile and used the speed dial to call Zoe.

It was a few hours later when he finally managed to get back to the Bunker and collapse onto the sofa with a groan. Zoe was already there and she sat beside him, leaning close against him, not complaining when he wrapped his arm around her to hold her close. "Are you okay. Zo?" he asked her quietly, his eyes closed tightly.

"Yeah, I'm okay, Dad." she replied, her voice as quiet as her father's. "Just a bit of an odd day."

"Uh huh." her father agreed grimly. "Just a bit." He was exhausted, he had gone through all of the current experiments with Henry and Fargo, when they had all managed to pull themselves together and found that none of them could have caused what seemed to be at least a town wide phenomenon. And that was when they had begun to find the first victims. All in all six people had died at GD, the one Jack had actually spent time with was Doctor Rivers who had drowned in her own syn water. Another three had been found dead in the town, one in a car accident on main street, someone else had been mangled by their lawn mower and another had seemingly had a heart attack. About twenty had been injured and were in the infirmary, others were walking wounded and had been sent home, but Jack was certain that he and Jo would find more victims over the next few days.

And through it all Jack had been distracted by his own vision in the two minutes seventeen seconds he had been forward dreaming. At first he had thought it was wishful thinking, he had after all dreamt about Nathan and lusted after him for almost as long as he had known him. Watching him disappear in front of him and being unable to do anything about it had torn him apart, he had fallen hard and fast for Stark and losing him had wiped him out. And seeing him, feeling him, hearing him in his arms, solid and alive, was conflicting him. He wanted it so much, but he dared not hope that it would happen. He needed to speak to Henry about it, but the scientist had been busy trying to stop any uncontrolled experiments from overrunning the building.

Now he was home, and all he could do was hug his daughter and revel in the taste of Nathan's mouth that lingered on his lips.

He waited until Zo finally fell asleep beside him before he spoke to the one person he knew would help him. "SARAH, how are you getting on with the Nathan Project?" he asked her quietly.

"Quite well, thank you, Jack." she replied to him as quietly, mindful of his request to keep Zoe out of their joint project. "But I have come to an impasse. Will Doctor Deacon help?"

Jack smiled. "Oh yeah, he will." he told her, suddenly pleased with the world. "I'll ask him in the morning." he assured her, and closed his eyes and licked his lips, thinking about what could be.

TBC???