Disclaimer: Nope, don't own

Pairing: Nathan Stark/Jack Carter

First time, T-M, Prompt: Life Less Ordinary

Word Count: Approx. 1,200- So, yes, this one is longer than a drabble. Oh well. Just means more story!

Life in Eureka was never normal. It was pretty much a given fact. Which was why it should have come as no surprise that a hoard of scientists had taken over Global after being exposed to some chemical that made them act out their wildest dreams; this then led to them tracking down every un-exposed person and dragging them off to be exposed to the chemical. Jack swore up and down that it had to be alien possession.

But this was how he found himself, Monday morning, attempting to sneak through the corridors of Global. He had lost Joe a few corridors back.

All Henry had said was that Jack had to get in and dump the anti-toxin, or whatever it was, into the air vents and everything would go back to normal. This was of course after he managed to escape a power-hungry Fargo upon entering Global.

He'd eventually caught on though, so that whenever he passed a group of the exposed that he couldn't avoid, he just started dancing or singing as loudly as he could- or started yelling about over throwing Stark- and they pretty much ignored him. Yup, he was convinced aliens were behind it.

Jack had managed to get himself lost somewhere on level three, when he literally walked into another person. Instinct had kicked in, and before he could stop and think he had started doing the first dance that popped into his head. Unfortunately this appeared to be the hokey pokey.

"Charming Carter, but I don't think that that is what it is all about." Jack froze, not quite believing his luck. Whether it was good or bad, he wasn't sure. However, this was how he found himself, on the right floor- twenty minutes later, with a thankfully unaffected Nathan Stark at his side. He got into the strangest situations with the guy. Not that he was completely opposed to it.

So they had finally managed to make it to the room, but nothing ever was that simple with Eureka. Fargo, whom he figured was going to be maimed later, either by himself or Stark, was apparently leading the odd sort of uprising in the room they needed to be in. There were scientists with odd toys that he figured he didn't want to know what they did, scientists dancing and singing and making out. It really didn't help that he spotted his deputy off to the side fawning over Fargo. They were going to have a long talk once this was over.

Then of course, with his typical luck, the group decided to head out, straight for the corridor that he and Stark were standing in. He made a mental reminded to get someone to install closets in Global.

"Damn," He muttered, glancing around furtively. "They're headed straight for us."

"Once again your wonderful deduction skills astound me, Sheriff." He shot the other man a glare, but Stark looked as tense as he felt. Neither of them was really looking forwards to a confrontation. "We need to blend in."

Jack looked around, searching for inspiration desperately. "…Punch me!" He blurted out, then wincing at his choice of words. "Or I could punch you…"

"What?" Stark just stared at him as though he was insane. Jack was pretty sure he had to be for what he had just suggested.

"We'll blend in." It was that or break out into song and dance. Actually, song and dance sounded like a much better plan.

"That's an incredibly bad plan." Stark informed him. "Not that it wouldn't be a source of great amusement, however I do not think it would have the desired effect."

"Then what do we do?" Jack hissed anxiously, they were running out of time standing there talking.

"I have a plan." Nathan Stark always had a plan. He was just a little wary of this one.

"What plan- mmph!" Stark chose that moment to push him backwards until his back hit the wall and press their lips together. Jack stared at the man right in front of him, eyes wide as the scientist continued to press their lips together and the door slid open, Fargo's army spilling forth.

Stark clearly gave him a get with the program look, before the green eyes slid closed and a hand came up to rest on the back of his neck. Right- make it look real.

Jack awkwardly settled his hands on the scientists back, pressing back lightly into the kiss. A tongue swiped across his lips and something inside of him broke. His hands gripped the expensive fabric of Starks shirt, pressing into the kiss with more force and feeling it become more heated in response.

Stark moved closer until they were chest to chest, a leg pushed between Jacks, making him see stars. Large hands cupped his face as his own sought out skin. Things were getting out of control fast, a small part of his brain informed him as Nathan shifted, adding glorious pressure to his rapidly swelling cock. They were infected too, with whatever was getting to the others; that had to be the explanation- he hadn't been this turned on, this fast since he was a teenager.

It didn't matter though a second later when he finally managed to get to some skin, his hand slipping under Nathan's waistband to grip the scientists half hard cock. They broke off the kiss, the other man moaning lightly into his neck, hips jerking in small, uncontrolled movements as Jack pumped his hand.

He bit his lip to stop from calling out as a hand gripped him through his uniform pants, rubbing; he wasn't going to last long.

Jack sped up his hand as he felt himself nearing the edge, bucking into Nathan's hand. A sharp bite to his neck and Stark was coming, with a strained whimper. The sound was enough to send Jack over the edge, coming moments later.

It took them awhile, but eventually, they felt able to move from their slumped positions on the floor. Fargo's army was long gone, leaving behind a few scientists that probably looked as guilty as they did.

"So…" Jack began, still soaking in the nice, boneless feeling.

"It appears we were infected as well." Nathan supplied helpfully. Somehow, Jack didn't believe that was true.

"Yeah…"He tilted his head, catching the scientists gaze. For once the green eyes weren't shuttered, hidden from the world. He knew he wasn't infected- and those eyes were telling him Stark…Nathan, hadn't been either. "So after this," He forced himself to his feet, time to go save the day again. "I expect at least one dinner date before I put out again." He held out a hand to pull the dumbfounded scientist to his feet. "And, we sit down and tell Zoe."

"Carter…" Nathan began looking still incredibly confused. It was kind of endearing.

"And it's Jack. I don't really want you calling me Carter in bed." Nathan finally nodded, apparently in mute agreement, a small smile tugging at his lips. Jack clapped his hands together, trying to ignore the cold, wet splotch on the front of his pants, that he gleefully reminded himself, matched Nathan's pants and led the way off to save the day. Save the day, get the girl (or in this case- guy); maybe it was time to don a spandex costume and cape.

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