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Jallison in Wonderland

Chapter 5: Where Do We Go From Here?

Shortly after their plan had been formed, Jack went into action. Once he'd found out he did indeed still own the cabin left by Sheriff Cobb, he made sure their experience would be nothing like their previous stay. Even though Allison eventually forgave him for his ill conceived honeymoon idea, he wanted to make sure their weekend together was perfect.

Thinking back to her suggestion in their own Eureka, he enlisted the help of GD's design and construction team to create the perfect atmosphere for their secret rendezvous. He wanted to do the handy work himself, but didn't have the time to commit to such a huge endeavor. So, he instructed the crew to arrive promptly at nine that Friday morning and to his gratification, they'd completed the project by five that very evening. Jack gave explicit instructions for what he pictured the space to look like; welcoming, intimate, yet cozy. Leather couches with overstuffed pillows, hardwood floors accented by thick shaggy rugs, and blond pine walls which kept it light and airy inside. He wanted to impress Allison with his vision of what the completed space would look like once they got back home, and if he said so himself, the crew delivered well beyond his expectations. He was feeling quite proud of himself, and right now it was exactly what he needed.

Back on the home-front, he and Tess were locked in a battle of wills. Him; quiet for lack of anything better to say. She; still angry with him for his unusual behavior of late, was giving him the cold shoulder. So while they sat eating dinner in silence, Jack contemplated how he could justify getting away for the next few days. Before he even got a chance to lay his cards on the table, Tess spoke up. It seemed she needed a break from him too. She told him she'd decided to fly out and visit her sister for the weekend and suggested he take the time apart to think about where he wanted to go with this relationship. Unbeknownst to her, Jack had no intention of worrying about her this weekend. His only focus was going to be directed on Allison Blake-Carter. Luckily for him, it all worked to his advantage as it allowed him to escape with relative ease, which had not been the case for Allison.

Allison had a hell of a time trying to come up with an excuse to get away. Nathan was being excessively attentive; no doubt his way of showing her how much he loved her as he tried desperately to get her to agree to marry him. She knew his intentions were honest and came from a good place, but truth was, she felt as if she was being suffocated, and thats when it came to her.

Nathan had always been reasonable; when it came to her and the children anyway. She knew her window of opportunity was short, so she sat him down and explained how she was feeling. In part, what she told him was genuine; she was feeling a great deal of pressure, and thought some time to herself should be warranted. She told him she was going to spend the weekend alone. She wasn't sure what she expected him to say, but when he agreed, no questions asked, for once during their forced arrival, it appeared the gods were smiling down on them. So, she packed a weekend bag, kissed the kids goodbye, and headed for the airport...or so they thought.

As she took the path to the cabin, she couldn't help but feel nervous. In a strange way, it felt like the first time she and Jack began dating; she was giddy and a little apprehensive. Oh, she knew what was coming, but that didn't change the fact that she was anxious. She kept peering at the clock on the dash; each minute seemingly passing slower than the last. As if he had been reading her mind, halfway toward her destination, her PDA rang. Elated to see his name on the display, she answered and was greeted with something she hadn't expected. Starting low, she recognized the song immediately. One of her current favorites, she hummed along as the words began:

Yeah

These lips, can't wait to taste your skin...Baby

And these eyes, can't wait to see your grin

Just let my love, just let my love adorn you

(Please Baby)

And you gotta know, you gotta know

You know that I adore you...yeah Baby

Allison couldn't help but smile; he was so good to her. In time, she began to sing along to the tune and that's when she saw it. A familiar curl manifested in the pit of her stomach as she spotted above the tree-line, the white billowy smoke emanating from the chimney...

Baby these fists, uh, will always protect ya...Lady

And this mind, ooh, will never neglect you, yeah Baby

Ooh Baby

And if they try to break us down

Don't let that effect us, no Baby

Allison thought back to the lives they'd been forced to leave behind. While it still pained her to think of them never returning to the lives they now knew, she felt blessed to share these precious moments with him, and not more than two minutes later, she turned the bend to see him standing outside awaiting her arrival. Positioned in his usual stance; hands in pocket, he looked ruggedly handsome in his jeans, checkered shirt and welcoming smile. Desperate for his touch, a hunger she'd never felt before surged over her like a crescendo. Stopping short, she hopped out of the vehicle and running toward him, leapt into his waiting arms. Encircling her waist, he pulled her close as her feet dangled just off the earthen floor.

"Hi." Entranced by his steely blue eyes, she fell into him, and as his arms tightened around her, she knew she was home.

"I thought you'd never get here." Slowly lowering her to the ground, he took a step back and presented her with a smirk she knew all to well.

Jerking his chin toward the entrance, he took her hand and led her inside. As she crossed the threshold, the words caught in her throat. She was taken aback by the sight that lay before her, to say the least.

"Oh my God, Jack. You did all this?"

"Well, I did have a little help. I remembered our first trip and the awful time you had and I wanted this to be special. This is all for you."

From her sustained silence, it was safe to assume that she was pleased by his selfless gesture. Head tilted, she viewed him as if she were seeing him for the very first time. If she ever had any doubt about Jack, here was another example of how much he adored her. Jack loved her like no other man had, and she felt exactly the same.

"It's beautiful."

Not missing a beat, he stated the obvious, "You're beautiful." And with that, he swooped her up into his arms and carried her off to their bedroom. What transpired over the next several hours was not only a testament of their love, but their wanton desire for each other.

At once, the semblance of time lost all meaning. Their gaze never wavering, they removed each others clothes. Jack's nimble fingers trembled slightly as he carefully undid the buttons of her blouse and she couldn't help but take notice how his strong hands moved lightly over her frame as if she were a porcelain doll. His hand gracefully tracing the contours of her swanlike neck, he drew a line down the indention of her spine, ending on the rounded swell of her buttocks. To her pleasant surprise, he purposely left her underwear on, and lowering his head, he used his lips to brush delicately over the lacy material. Allison could hear her unsteady heartbeat pounding in her ears as he moved one hand from its current position and used it to help envelope the crown of one pert breast in his mouth. Just the feel of his rigid tongue caused her nipple to darken and tighten instantaneously.

"Mmmm, you don't know what you do to me." She muttered to no one in particular. It just felt that good.

As he righted himself, his vision narrowed, allowing her to take note of how his pupils were dilated; a sure sign that what he had in store would no doubt stimulate her, weakening her reserve, and ultimately bring her to her knees. Hoping that the later part of her premonition would be taken literally. As she'd predicted, he lowered himself so that now his eyes lay directly on the V shape of her velvety center. In her head, she screamed for him to rip her panties off and toss them aside with no care to how she reacted. Bowing her head, their eyes met one last time, and as he licked his already rosy, swollen lips, she let out a lustful cry, for she knew the extent of his talents and the lecherous look in his eyes conveyed all she needed to know.

She felt her loins pulsate as he began his physical assault using only his tongue as his instrument of torture. Her fingers raked through his hair as he feasted on her. His hot, wet tongue moved so rapidly, she had to fight hard not to orgasim for this wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him to take his time; make this time last forever.

"Don't rush baby." And to her delight, he did just as instructed. "Ooh yeah, keep it right there."

Though she willed for the experience to drag on, it came as no surprise as her limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. As the waves of pleasure flowed throughout her body, the problems of the world fell away. She convulsed; the sheen on his face the culmination of his persistent effort. Barely taking a breath he carried her over to the bed, stepping carefully over their discarded clothes which were strewn across the room.

Allison wanted to return the favor and once their bodies fell on the mattress, she maneuvered so that she now straddled him. Their breathing hot and heavy, it played like a fervor symphony of gnashing teeth, clawing nails, and bodies slick with sweat. Their need so carnal, the sounds they made silenced even the creatures of the forest. Jack's unmistakable grunting sounds let her know that he was not far from cumming as he dug covetously into her thighs, then slid them up so that they griped her hips; the pain was exquisite. His muscles flexing, he tried desperately to avoid releasing his seed, but Allison would not be denied. At the pinnacle, he steadied himself, his head arched back, growled like a wild animal, releasing his full load inside of her.

Spent, Allison rolled over and let out an elated, but exhausted sigh. Starting low, their joyous laughter soon filled the room. Enveloped in his arms, they rested so that they could soon resume their marathon love making session. If there were a medal held in higher regard than the gold, they would certainty create one that day.

Content, Jack yearned to know, "How are the kids? I miss them so much."

"They're good, but it's not the same. Jack you know I love our kids, but I have a different Kevin and a different Jenna. Nathan's influence on them hasn't' been negative but, I want our family back. I know it sounds cruel, but I want you as a part of their lives; I want our baby to be born. To Nathan's credit, he's a wonderful father; patient and caring. It's a side of him I'd never thought I'd see. I think that having Jenna in his life has taught him to humble himself. Now don't get me wrong, he still has a vast amount of confidence in himself, but I have to admit, it's quite refreshing to be with this Nathan."

As soon as the words escaped her lips, she knew she'd made a fatal error as she felt his body tense up beside hers.

"Huh, I see."

From his tone, she knew she'd hurt his feelings.

"Jack, don't."

"Don't what!"

"Don't start that brain of yours thinking that I'm having second thoughts about being here...being with you."

Clearly angered, he rolled away from her and sat at the edge of the bed. "This is what I was afraid of."

"Afraid of?"

"Afraid that you'd realized what you'd missed out on. That Stark is the better man for you. It took me a long time to feel confident that you weren't just settling for me, and now this."

"Jack, you're talking crazy."

"Yeah, I know; stupid me."

"Now, that's not fair. How could you even begin to think that I wouldn't want to be with you? With our Kevin and our Jenna."

"You just said it yourself. You'd rather be with him."

"When did I say that?"

"Well, you didn't use those exact words, but I understood the context."

"You know, I think this time trip is starting to effect your brain."

"See! Right there. You think I'm not good enough for you."

"What in the hell are you talking about!"

He muttered under his breath, "It's the submersible all over again."

Allison immediately went on the defensive. "Jack, I explained myself. I was scared. Scared of losing you and what we had. My apprehension had nothing to do with Nathan or David. It was about our lives changing and me failing at another marriage."

She waited anxiously for him to say something; anything.

"Jack, I love you. You have to know that."

Never addressing her admission he walked out, his voice trailing off as he left the room. "I'm going to chop some firewood."

Incensed, she was stunned by his reaction. "Yeah, you do that!"

With that, she slunk back into bed, pulled the duvet over her head, and wept silently. Her tears eventually subsided and hoping he would return to her, she swallowed her pride and went to look for him. With nothing but a cotton sheet between her naked skin and the cool evening air, she padded barefoot toward the back of the cabin. Standing just in the doorway, she watched as he chopped wood for a fire.

She called out softly to him. "Jack..."

He stopped mid-swing and gingerly lowed the axe. Allison didn't know what to expect, so when he ran to her and nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck, all her fears melted away.

His fingers threading through her silky hair, he begged her forgiveness. "I'm so sorry Allie. I'm just frustrated. I can't keep living this lie. It's not enough for me. I can't pretend that I don't want to be with you after knowing what we have together. Allison, you belong to me."

She had never heard him utter such a possessive statement when it came to her. It was scary, yet somehow sexy all at the same time. She also knew that at that moment, come hell or high water, she was going to be with Jack Carter, no matter the damage it inflicted.

The next morning, Jack stirred, awoken by the soft sensual touch of Allison's hand upon his skin.

"How long have you been up?"

"Not long, I've just been watching you sleep. I miss waking up and seeing you face in the morning."

Tapping the bridge of her nose, he concurred, "Ditto. Now if only we could lay here for the rest of our lives."

"We could, but first, I think we'd better eat a little something. I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

As they sat enjoying their rustic breakfast, lovingly prepared by Allison, a cool breeze drifted though the open window. Basking in this rare moment of solitude, the tranquil silence was broken by the roar of vehicle approaching outside.

Fear gripped them both as Jack ordered her, "Stay here."

Taking a deep breath, he yanked open the door, perplexed to see Henry on the other side.

"Hen...Dr. Deacon. What are you doing here?" Better yet Jack thought, how did you find out where I was?

His expression conveyed that this was not a friendly visit and no pleasantries would be offered this day.

"Well, Sheriff, I came to speak with you...and Allison."

"What? Allison's not here."

"Come now Sheriff, let's not play this game. I know she is."

Before Jack could protest, he heard the door creak behind him, he quickly tried to plead their case. "Dr. Deacon...it's not what you think."

"So, you read thoughts now?" He encroached upon them, "It didn't take long for me to figure out what's been going on between you two. The long looks, the nervous gestures. I don't know what I thought I'd find once I got here. I was hoping it was all some wild fabrication of my imagination."

His eyes accusatory, they bore straight to her core, "How could you do this to him Allison? Nathan loves you and the children more than life itself."

"Henry, I..."

Before she could object, he aimed his indignant tone back in Jack's direction, "And you. I wouldn't have expected anything less. His so called best friend, sleeping with his fiancé. I knew you were a jerk, but I never thought you could be so devious."

"Allison is not Nathan's fiancé!"

"You can try to explain it however you like. Whatever you call this...this thing, it's wrong."

Jack's own voice rising, he was calmed by the words he now declared, "You don't understand. Allison is my wife."

Incensed, he glowered at them. "I don't know who the hell you think you're trying to fool. I am not some rube just off the farm. Whatever wicked game you two are playing at, will not go unchecked."

Jack had seen flashes of Henry's anger before, but the man standing before him was aggressive and that's when he remembered, this was not the Henry he knew.

Holding Allison tight under his protective arm, Jack knew they couldn't afford to wait any longer. Their moment of truth had come. Henry would more than likely think it was nothing but an elaborate excuse, but they had no other choice. So gritting his teeth, he prepared to spill his guts.

"Dr. Deacon, please come inside. I think the three of us need to talk."

So over the next hour, Jack and Allison relayed in great detail their journey to this Eureka, their alternate lives, and his true friendship with Henry."

In apparent disbelief he questioned their situation, "How...is this even possible?"

Jack listened as Allison explained the mechanics behind what she believed to have occurred. Jack tried to follow along as be he could, but when they began speaking all "sciency" he tuned out. As their tale came to an end, it appeared that something behind Henry's eyes had clicked on like a light switch.

"Oh my God. It worked!"

Jack was stunned by his statement. "You mean you did this to us on purpose?"

"No, no nothing like that. We've been experimenting with the effects of transportation in which matter or information is instantaneously dematerialized from one point and recreated at another."

"Uh...?"

"In laymen's terms, teleportation."

Jack gave a huge sigh of relief, "You mean like in Star Trek. Great, so you can fix this?"

"Well, yes and no."

It was hard not to notice the confused look on Jack's face.

"What happened was a fluke, and in all honesty, it will be extremely difficult to reproduce such an event."

Allison couldn't hide the sadness in her voice, "Henry you have to help us. You have to at least give it a try."

It appeared that the tough exterior had been broken. "I'm gonna need some help. I don't think I can do this alone. What about Nathan?"

"No, Henry. No one else can know about this. Even taking you into our confidence was a risk in itself. We didn't know how you'd react, but you're the only one we trust."

Jack piped up, "What about Grace? You could enlist her help."

"Grace?"

"Yeah, Dr. Monroe. You know, your..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a swift elbow to the rib from Allison stopped him short.

"The less you know the better." Allison reached out and placed a hand on top of the one which lay on the dining room table, "Henry, you have to help us. You have to get us home to our family, ours friends, our life..."

Placing the opposite hand to her belly, Jack's instantaneously covered her's, "...our baby."

This one act alone seemed to overwhelmingly convince Henry wholeheartedly, as his brilliant smile crept over his features.

"I guess I better get to work then."

Henry rose to leave; Jack following close behind.

"So you're telling me, you and I are friends?"

Jack chuckled, "Yeah, best friends."

"Huh. Well, if you say so. Now Sheriff Carter, I don't know how long I can keep this secret, but I'll try."

"Thanks Dr. Deacon."

As he approach the jeep, he looked over his shoulder at Jack, "Call me Henry."

Next - Chapter 6: The Best Laid Plans

Author's Note: Excerpts of the song used in this chapter is called "Adorn" and is sung by Miguel (2012)

David is what I like to picture as Allison's first husbands name.