Disclaimer: Nope, Don't own

Pairing: Jack Carter/Nathan Stark

First Time, T, Prompt: Speak Up!

Word Count: Approx. 700

He should have learned by then that going to Global, for any occasion, was not a very good idea. Something always happened. Sometimes it was something good or even amusing, like the ferrets that managed to take over Starks office. Then there were the times when it wasn't as funny and something not that great happened- generally to him.

Jack really should have remembered this when he left the bunker that morning. The entire thing could have been avoided, if he hadn't run into Henry and agreed to give him a ride. And everything would have been fine, if not for the temptation to see whatever thing Henry was working on at the moment (ray gun!).

As it was, he had apparently been suffering from mild amnesia and allowed himself to be suckered into it all.

This however, was how he found himself a few hours later, stalking the halls of Global, furious. Well, maybe not furious, but definitely annoyed. How else was he supposed to feel when he couldn't speak? For a place that held some of the smartest people in the world, he wasn't sure how exactly they'd managed to screw up so often.

Now, all he had to do was find Henry, get himself cured and get out of there before wind of his predicament got to him.

"Sheriff. What brings you to Global?" Jack mentally smacked himself for even getting out of bed that morning. That was what he had been trying to avoid. He turned around slowly, trying not to wince at the self satisfied smirk that the head of Global was wearing.

Jack opened his mouth to tell Stark to go to hell, and then closed it just as quickly.

"I'm sorry, Carter- did you say something?" Stark stepped closer, giving Jack the impression of a predator closing in on its prey. How Stark found out so quickly, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was going to kill that scientist after he found Henry.

"My, my, my- it seems that every time you come here something happens." Stark paused a foot away. "Now, what happened this time?"

Jack sighed, figured that if anyone could get him out of this; it was probably the head of Global, and gestured at his mouth. An odd look passed across Starks face, but he wrote it off as glee at the chance to irritate him.

"What?" Maybe Stark really didn't know what had happened. The chances of that were slim and none, he was trying to be an ass. Jack gestured at his mouth again and then pointed at Starks mouth, trying to get his point across. I can't talk.

If he had been able to speak, it wouldn't have mattered anyways as a second later, he was being pushed up against the wall of the empty corridor, with a hard body pressed against his and surprising soft lips against his. Not that he'd ever thought of Nathan Starks lips before. Or kissing him. Nope. Well, maybe only when he was really tired.

Rational thought seemed to fly out the building as the lips continued to move against his, hands not quite resting on his shoulders. He figured he should at least try to respond, but that part of his brain seemed to have taken a vacation.

Just as he was about ready to respond, Nathan pulled back, smirking down at him. And he just had to use that extra inch to get the upper hand. Belatedly he realized that perhaps he should have been more concerned that the guy he was supposed to hate had just kissed him.

"Speechless Sheriff?" Jack glared up at him. "Well, I have been told that I am that good." Jack reached out, swiftly smacking the back of his head. When words failed, actions worked wonders. However, this just seemed to make Nathan's smirk grow. He paused, realizing that Stark had become Nathan. That was an interesting development.

"If you're done fantasizing, I do believe that Henry is looking for you." Jack gaped at him, tempted to smack the scientist again. "I'm sure when you get your voice back you'll have plenty of complaints. So in the meantime…" This time he was slightly more prepared for the quick, press of the lips to his, returning it in kind.

Nathan pulled back, smirking at him. Then, Jack reached around, swatting the back of his head, because every time he came to Global something happened to him and it generally was linked to this man. He wanted some pay back.

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