AN: So after last weeks finale I figure nothing is sacred. I consider this laugh therapy for me. It wasn't meant to be serious but...

"I'm really glad you are okay."

Lucas barely heard Elizabeth's words. For once, it wasn't her eyes that he was seeing in his mind. Instead it was another set of concerned brown eyes that had stayed with him. A pair of eyes that he had never thought would look at him with that emotion.

Maybe he had hit his head harder than he had thought.

"Lucas, are you okay?"

"What?" Lucas asked, coming out of his thoughts and looking at Elizabeth.

"I asked if you were okay?" Elizabeth said, concern in her voice and eyes.

Lucas wished it was someone else asking that question.

"Yes. I am fine," Lucas told her, forcing a smile. "If you will excuse me though, I think I need to get some fresh air."

The confusion on Elizabeth's face was clear though she graciously said, "It is fine."

Lucas got to his feet, and leaving Elizabeth sitting at the table, walked outside. Standing on the boardwalk outside the Queen of Hearts, he took a deep breath. Letting it out slowly, his eyes fell on the Mounted Police Office. Newton tied out front and a light in the window told Lucas that the office was currently occupied.

Looking around, Lucas saw no one in sight to watch his actions. Feeling he was in the clear, he walked across the street. Reaching for the door before he lost his nerve, Lucas stepped inside the office that he hadn't been in for over a year.

"Working late?" Lucas asked trying to sound casual, as Nathan looked up from the typewriter in front of him.

"Thanks to your oil fire, yes," Nathan replied. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Lucas said, as he walked slowly toward the desk. "Does something need to be wrong for me to be in your office?"

"You are the last person I would expect to make a social call to my office," Nathan said, turning in the chair to face Lucas as the other man rounded the desk.

"There have been a lot of unexpected things happening today," Lucas replied as he contemplated what Nathan's lips would feel like against his.

Before Nathan could say or do anything else, Lucas stepped close to the chair. Placing his hands on either arm, Lucas leaned forward and press his lips against Nathan's. The Mountie's lips were a lot softer than he expected. Perhaps it was all in his imagination, but Lucas thought he could still taste a bit of smoke on Nathan's lips.

Lucas wasn't sure what response he had expected from Nathan when he had decided to kiss the man. He had thought maybe Nathan would hit him. Perhaps he would throw him in the jail cell. Lucas did know that he hadn't expected Nathan to return the kiss after a brief moment of surprise. However, Lucas felt the added pressure as Nathan did just that, the Mountie's strong hands, which had earlier that day pulled him to his feet at the derrick, came to rest on his cheeks.

Lucas had kissed quite a few women in his days. However, none of them kissed better than Nathan Grant.