To celebrate the new season of Eureka! I've noticed a distressing lack of Jack/Henry (and way too much Jack/Nathan) so I decided to throw in my two cents. As you will soon find out from my mean cliffhanger this will be in multiple parts. I'm expecting it to lead to smutty places, but you never know. Any comments, critique, etc. are welcome and appreciated!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the SyFy people even though they have a dumb name now.

Pairing: Jack Carter/Henry Deacon. Don't like, don't read!

Jack flopped down on the couch, un-tucking his shirt and kicking his shoes off.

"Good evening, Sherriff," a synthetic female voice said, seemingly from nowhere and everywhere at once.

"Hey Sarah. Is Zoë in yet?"

"She's working overtime today."

"Oh yeah." Jack stretched and picked up the remote, flipping on the TV.

"Will that be all, Sherriff?"

Jack found ESPN on the guide and pressed select before answering. "Yeah, I'm just gunna relax with America's pastime for a while. Thanks Sarah."

As Jack settled in he found that focusing on the baseball game was more difficult than it seemed. His thoughts whirled chaotically. He thought about Allison and the baby, of his sister and her babies, of Zoë and that boyfriend of hers. He shook his head and turned up the volume, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He was going to relax. It was the perfect time for it- Zoë was out of the house, there weren't any impending disasters that he was aware of, and Joe had agreed to finish up his reports if he gave her Friday off.

He was able to follow the game for a minute until his thoughts overtook him again, this time circling around three people: Allison, Tess, and Henry. His own personal love triangle. More like a square when he thought about it. He had to count himself, after all. It was only after he'd reasoned this out that he realized what he'd just been thinking.

"What the hell," he muttered, running a hand through his hair jerkily. There was no love triangle, or square, or whatever it was because he didn't think of Henry like that. It would be a perfect little triangle then, but for some reason Jack's strange feelings for the dark skinned man kept resurfacing no matter how much he fought to repress them.

"Everything alright Sherriff?" Sarah spoke up, making Jack jump slightly. He still forgot his house could talk sometimes, especially in the rare quiet moments he had all to himself.

"Just thinking out loud," Jack responded after a moment. He stood up with a muffled sigh and shuffled into the kitchen. "Could you get me a beer, Sarah?" He asked, sitting down at the island.

"Of course Sherriff. What's on your mind?"

Jack didn't answer for a moment, grabbing the bottle as it popped up and taking a swig. He looked down at the brown glass. What should he say? He couldn't tell Sarah the truth. He couldn't tell anyone the truth. If he didn't use names though…

"Sherriff?" The smart house questioned when he didn't answer.

What harm could a general statement do? "I'm having girl trouble, that's all." Even when he'd decided to open up he couldn't quite get the words to come; he was almost ashamed of himself for it.

He felt strongly about Allison and had for a long time. Every time he saw her his heart constricted. Then there was Tess. She was a fiery one, that woman, and while his feelings for her didn't run as deep he was still attracted. What man in his right mind wouldn't be? And Henry… Jack couldn't explain the strange, powerful emotions he felt for his best friend. He didn't think he wanted to.

What did all that make him? Was he turning into some man whore, falling in and out of love at the drop of a hat? No, that couldn't be true; he only seemed to fall in love, not out of it.

"… let him in?"

Jack blinked, slowly coming to his senses. "What was that, Sarah?" He asked, setting his drink down and wiping condensation-slick hands on his slacks.

"Henry's at the door. Should I let him in?" Her voice was as expressionless as ever.

"Oh, yeah, of course." Jack stood up, trying to forget everything he'd just been considering. It was a useless endeavor and Jack was disconcerted to find that his stomach fluttered with butterflies. It was just Henry! He was a grown man, not some teenager with a crush. "Are you alright, Sherriff?" Sarah asked as Jack moved into the living room.

"Just open the door." He put on a smile as Henry came in.

"There you are Jack," the other man said as the heavy metal door closed behind him. "I've been knocking for minutes now. Are you alright?"

Jack opened his mouth to reply but Sarah beat him to it. "The Sherriff's been having girl trouble."

Jack sighed and rolled his eyes up toward the ceiling, missing Henry's expression fall before it smoothed again. "I'm sorry for that, but I need to talk to you Jack. Privately?" He glanced up significantly.

"Sure." Jack looked at Henry quizzically but his face was impassive, with only a small furrow between his brows to give away his thoughts. "Sarah," Jack said empathetically.

"You know you can trust me with anything, Sherriff."

"Sarah," Jack repeated, going to sit on the couch.

"Fine. I know when I'm not wanted. If you need me, I'll be checking my systems."

Silence filled the house as Henry moved to sit down on the ottoman across from Jack. They looked at each other for a moment before Jack decided to break the awkward silence with, "It's like being married all over again."

Henry chuckled weakly, still looking uncomfortable. Silence prevailed once more until he finally worked up the courage to speak. "Listen, Jack, I want you to hear me out. What I have to say is… well, it's going to be difficult to hear, but I feel like I have to be honest with you."

For some reason Jack couldn't find his voice. He nodded instead, wondering why the butterflies returned in full force. This was Henry, after all. Maybe that's the problem, a small part of his mind whispered. He couldn't let himself think like that; he shook his head slightly and focused on Henry's familiar features.

"Jack…" Henry looked down at his loosely clasped hands and collected his thoughts. When he met the Sherriff's eyes at last his expression was strained. "This isn't easy for me to say, but I've admitted it to myself and it's time for you to know as well. Jack, I, I have feelings for you. Not just as a friend, but something more." His eyes never wavered from Jack's, even as the silence dragged on.

Jack couldn't breathe. This wasn't happening; it wasn't possible. It was though. Henry felt that way about him? He must be in some sort of dream. Henry would never say something like that… but yet, he had. Jack couldn't get his thoughts straight. Finally a stuttered noise forced its way through his lips. He cleared his through and tried again. "You have feelings for me?"

Henry nodded solemnly. "Yes, Jack. I do."

"That's…" Jack trailed off, too shocked to smile. Henry looked down, expecting the worst as Jack struggled to find the right word.