Rifiuto: Non Miriena
"How do we know that we're actually going to find anything?" She asked, glancing at her husband's ass as he finished hooking up Toby's device to a tree.
"We don't." He replied. "But we have to give it a shot." She nodded, an appreciative eyebrow raising as her eyes wandered up and down his back, always returning to his firm backside. "Are you going to stand there and ogle my ass or are you going to help me finish this?" She looked up, meeting his eyes, before kneeling down and grabbing a handful of dirt to cover the device with.
"Sorry, I was... just admiring how nice your ass looks in those jeans." He grinned at her seductive purr, replying,
"I'm sure your ass looks pretty good, too." They shared a quick kiss before leaving the tree and heading back through Stanley Park to join Mac and Toby.
"Ev, what's that?" She asked, stopping as they moved away from the tree. She pulled away, going over and kneeling down. Her fingers brushed over what appeared to be a mesh bag used by athletes. He followed, kneeling next to her.
"It... it looks like..." But he didn't get to finish; the sound of cracking branches caused them both to turn, and she slowly climbed to her feet, pulling the handgun she kept in her hip holster and cocking the hammer as her husband held his hands up.
"Don't shoot, Ranger, okay. We're not bears." He said, as a blonde-haired woman took a step towards them, a canister in hand. She was small, slender, about his wife's size, but not nearly as pretty as the woman at his side. The woman glanced between them, her eyes landing on the gun the woman held.
"What're you two doing?" She asked, putting the cap back on her canister as he lowered his hand. The couple shared a glance before she slowly put the gun back in her holster.
"Ah-"
"Collecting golf balls." She cut in, glancing at her husband. He grinned softly at her, taking her hand and squeezing. As the woman got closer, the woman's eyes snapped to the badge on her shoulder. "PCA." She muttered, glancing at her husband.
"Predator Control Association?" He asked, eyes lighting. "You know Tony Drake?" The woman started, surprised. "He's old friends with my wife and I." He amended, pulling his wife into his side.
"Small forest. Dylan Weir."
"Of course." He replied, nodding. The woman raised an eyebrow.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He glanced at his wife.
"He's talked about you-"
"Fondly." His wife added.
"Evan Cross. This is my wife, Jo." The three quickly shook hands, and she couldn't help noticing how beautiful the two looked together.
"He's... never talked about you. Either of you." She replied, glancing from one to the other.
"He has his priorities right, then." Jo cut in, curling back into his side.
The park was quiet at this time of day. The one thing Zane remembered from his time in Vancouver, was that he loved to walk Stanley Park and become lost in his own thoughts. Not long after recovering from his accident, he'd walked through Stanley Park and reevaluated his entire life, and that decision eventually led him to leave Canada and return to his home in Boston, before moving on to New York and his life of petty crime. And then he'd been caught and shuffled off to Eureka, and his life had changed for the better. He'd fallen in love with Jo- specifically after the timeline shift- and had since made a life with her, a family. A family that he desperately needed to get back to.
He stopped, pulling the pen out of his pocket and turning his attention to his list. Quickly, he crossed Drug-Induced Dellusion off the Eureka side, because he didn't smoke nor did he drink- except on special occasions. After a moment, he also crossed Amnesia off the list before continuing on his walk. If this was some sort of weird experiment gone wrong, or device blown up, then heads were going to roll and GD would be short several scientists when he got back. He continued on, only to stop at the sound of voices as he neared the bike tunnel.
She grabbed the sensor out of her husband's bag while he was preoccupied with the phone and took off running, Evan racing to catch up, with Dylan Weir right behind him. One look at the phone the other woman held, and she knew that they'd found exactly what they'd been looking for. She kept her gaze focused on the device in her hand, the erratic needle keeping her gaze. "Jo! Wait!"
"Mrs. Cross! Wh... Mr. Cross, wait! Don't!"
Both ignored the woman as they raced off; she managed to get a lead on the other two, stopping in the bike tunnel. "A magnetic spike." She stood in awe of the thing before her, watching the thing as it shifted and glowed before her. Slowly, she took a step towards it, watching the changes on the device.
"Evan, over here!" It sounded like Jo-
Zane took off running, following the voice toward the bike tunnel. He skidded to a stop mere feet from the woman; footsteps sounded behind him, but he paid them no mind. "What the hell is that?" She shook her head, unaware that she wasn't talking to her husband.
"There's no heat coming off it; not that I can decipher, anyway. But... there's... ambien surface temp, magnetic signature's steady..."
"Is it dangerous?" Zane heard himself asking, and finally, the woman turned, removing the thirty-five mm camera from around her neck.
"Evan, you should-" She stopped, confusion filling her gaze as she stared at Zane. "I... do... do I know you..."
Zane took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. "Jojo-" He reached out to take her hand, but she stepped back, as another voice called her name.
"Jo! What are you-" Zane turned, to find himself staring into a mirror, even while the woman ahead of him kept snapping photographs. A roar caused them all to turn, and quickly, the mirror shoved a blonde out of the way. "Jo!" Thinking only on instinct, Zane grabbed her around the waist, throwing them through whatever they stood in front of. "Jo!"
They hit the packed dirt, him shielding her as the creature stepped over them and ran off. He pulled away, staring into her dark eyes before she shoved him off of her and they climbed to their feet. Zane looked around. Where the fuck are we?
They were in what appeared to be a prehistoric forest, or park, or something. But his attention was suddenly drawn back to the creature, as it roared and stormed for them. "Oh my God..."
"We finally found one..." She whispered in awe. She didn't seem to realize that the thing she was in awe of, was charging towards them, most likely intent on having them both for breakfast.
"We have to go, Jo, now!" He cried, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her back through the light. As soon as they set foot- or back, rather- on hard cement, the thing vanished. When both looked up, Zane's mirror and the blonde were helping them to their feet.
"Oh thank God!" Before she could say anything, she was on her feet and in Evan's arms. "Thank God you're okay!" She pulled away.
"I... I'm fine, Ev, I promise." She whispered, giving him a small smile and brushing a tear off his cheek. They turned as the other man climbed to his feet, groaning softly in agitation at the pain in his head. When he looked up, he found himself staring at... himself and Jo. A look of relief passed over his face and he gave her a small smile.
"Jo. I... I finally found you." He went to her, reaching out to take her hand, and she stared at him, confused. "I... I don't know what you're doing in Vancouver, but... it's taken me the last several hours to finally locate you and now that I have, we... we can go home. The kids are probably driving Carter and Allison crazy."
She turned to look at the man who had her in his arms, before, "I... I'm sorry, but... I don't know any... Carter. And I... I'm in Vancouver because I live here."
"Wh... what are you talking about? You don't live here. You live in Eureka, with me and our... our family, remember?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Eureka... right; Eureka, Oregon. The... haven for the world's greatest thinkers,' isn't that what the scientific community calls it?" He nodded. She pursed her lips, nodding. "Look, I don't know who you are, but you obviously have me confused with someone else-"
"And who would that be exactly, Jo?" Zane asked, moving closer to her.
"Why don't you back off, buddy?" The image replied, stepping forward, when she laid a hand on his chest to placate him.
"Ev, stop." She turned back to Zane. "Look, Mr.-"
"Donovan. Zane Donovan. You're husband, remember?"
"Right. Well, I hate to disappoint you, Zane, but I don't know you. Although, I should thank you for... saving my life. Especially since we haven't... properly met." She murmured, stepping forward and holding out her hand. "I'm Jo. Jo Cross."