I should probably mention that this story is set after Ep. 3 of Season 3, which is as far as I'd watched when I started writing. Also, science is not my strong point & I did minimal research for this (the plot bunny was threatening to chew my toes off if I didn't hurry up). So if you see any major plot fails, let me know & I'll try to fix it.

I'm not super happy about the way this chapter turned out, but I guess "done is better than perfect". I promise there will be more Fargo in the next chapter & hopefully it will be better than this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Eureka or its characters.

But if someone wants to give me Fargo, I promise I'll feed him & take him for walks & let him build robots. ;)

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Chapter 3

Not knowing what else to do, Sheriff Carter tossed Fargo into the police Jeep & headed for Global Dynamics. Once there, he found Stark & informed him, "I got Fargo. He's in the Jeep; I think you better go take a look at him."

"Well, Carter, I think it was going a bit far to arrest Fargo. He must have given you an earful on the way over."

"Um, no, actually he was pretty quiet….."

"Are you really going to make me walk all the way out to the car? Why didn't you just bring him in here?"

"Because I thought people might talk if I walked in carrying Fargo unconscious in my arms!"

Nathan blinked. He said slowly, "Thank you Carter, for that….interesting mental picture. And why, exactly, is Fargo unconscious?"

"I have no idea."

Within half an hour the young scientist was settled in the infirmary, dressed in one of those horrible blue hospital gowns. Henry & Sam Herrin had run several tests, and were waiting for Allison to arrive. Carter was standing, hands in his pockets, looking idly around the infirmary & at the newest patient.

"Fargo's going to complain about that when he wakes up," the Sheriff said to himself.

"What?" Henry turned from the computer.

"The gown. Fargo hates those things," Carter answered with a grin.

"He probably will…. IF he wakes up," Henry said soberly.

"What do you mean "if he wakes up"?"

Allison walked in just at that moment.

"Well, now you're all here, I can tell you."

Henry sighed. "Fargo's not just asleep; he's in a coma."

Allison, Nathan, and Jack stared, uncomprehending.

Sam pointed to a medical graph on one of the monitors. "His body is pumped full of serotonin. Serotonin is one of the main hormones that control the sleep cycle. Somehow, he's been kicked into serotonin overdrive, and it's built up until he fell asleep and can't wake up. Now the level is so high that he's fallen into a coma."

Henry put in, "We don't know how to stop it. Without knowing what caused Fargo's body to overproduce serotonin, anything we can do will just be a shot in the dark."

Nathan interrupted, "But surely there are drugs that can lower serotonin levels."

"Yes, but it would take massive amounts to bring the levels back to normal. The side effects could kill him," Sam answered.

"And that would only be a temporary fix," Henry resumed. "We have to figure out what caused this in the first place."

Carter finally spoke up. "What happens…if you can't bring the serotonin to a normal level?"

Sam took a long look at Fargo before he answered. "If it keeps building up, other organs will start shutting down, not just his brain…."

Allison raised her eyebrows at his trailing sentence.

"….until vital functions are stopped and he dies."

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Carly shifted uneasily in the narrow hospital bed. The medication was wearing off & her belly was beginning to inform her of the fact. She gave a little sigh & opened her eyes. And I was having such a nice dream, too. Her little cubicle, formed of white fabric privacy screens, was empty, but someone was speaking nearby. Carly pulled herself to a sitting position & rubbed her eyes.

"Sam?" It came out as a croak. Good grief, what are you, a frog? She cleared her throat & tried again.

"Sam. Bones!"

The voices stopped. The doctor's head popped around the corner, and when he saw her sitting up, his face broke into a smile that lit up his warm brown eyes .

"Hey, you."

Carly gave a little smile back & asked, "Have I been asleep long?"

"Oh, for a couple of hours," he answered, checking the bags of fluid that fed into her IVs. "Did the pain wake you up? It's about time for your next dose of meds."

She nodded. "It's not too bad, but I know it's going to get worse if I don't take something."

"Right. We'll get you another bag right away." Just then, Sam's pager buzzed. He read the message and frowned. "Crap. I forgot I had all of those engineers scheduled for physicals today." Running a hand through his blond hair, Bones looked around. "I'm afraid I'll need to move you to the other side of the room. Think you can wait a few more minutes for the drugs?"

"Sure. I wouldn't want to be in the way of grumpy engineers."

A nurse came over and wheeled Carly out of her cubicle, relocating her to a corner a few feet away from Fargo's bed. The group gathered there welcomed her to their side of the room with nods and waves.

The nurse was fiddling with Carly's IVs when a deluge of engineers flowed in. Dr. Herrin disappeared in the loud, rather irate group, who were all insisting they go first, so they could return to the very important work he'd pulled them from. The nurse went to assist. But soon his voice rang out commandingly and the group formed an orderly line. Much like his namesake, Bones Herrin had a temper and knew how to use it.

After several minutes, in which the engineers quieted and Carly finished settling in, Allison walked over & asked how she was. Nervous in the presence of the GD executive, the girl said shyly, "I'm ok, thanks. Bones...Dr. Herrin is taking good care of me."

"I'm sure he is," Allison agreed, offering a reassuring smile.

Henry, Stark, and Carter migrated over to the two women, and Carly tried to make small talk. She was relieved when Sam finally escaped his obstreperous patients & came to her bedside. Looking disheveled but triumphant, the doctor asked how she felt.

"I'm feeling fine. I think the meds are kicking in."

He replied, confusedly, "Carly, the nurse didn't hook up the bag of medicine. I have it right here."

Everyone stared at the bag full of pink fluid, balancing in Sam's open palm.

From the right, Fargo's voice piped up, "Hey….What am I doing here? And WHO PUT ME IN THIS GOWN?"

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