Title: God's Sense of Humor

Pairing: hints of Jack/Nathan

Rating: PG

Word Count: 235

Disclaimer: Not mine!

Warnings: Spoilers through 314: Ship Happens

Summary: Jack thinks God has a warped sense of humor.


In a rare moment of quiet, no one demanding his attention, no immediate crisis (though there is all sorts of impending trouble lingering in his mind), Jack pauses, watching the cylon-Kim (and he won't ever admit he uses Fargo's nickname for the organic computer woman in his mind) through the lab glass.

How many times did he pray that the dead could return to life in one of Eureka's scientific miracles? How many times did he promise God he'd give up pizza, baseball, complaining, picking on Fargo, or any number of other inane habits in exchange for bringing back someone he had lost? How many prayers had he said since the time accident, the dissolving body?

He'd lost count of the one sided conversations he'd held with God since Nathan… vanished. It was never death in his mind. The marshal in him still insisted death was blood, bullet holes, or charred remains. Jack had never been a religious man before coming to Eureka, but Nathan was one loss too many for him to stave off depression without deciding to believe in something greater.

"You've got a really warped sense of humor," Jack whispers to the cosmos, God, or whoever is listening somewhere out there. He watches the wrong scientist- not the scientist he'd prayed for- work in the lab beyond for a moment longer.

And he wonders if he still has to give up baseball.