DISCLAIMER---I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS , NAMES , PLACES OR ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH EUREKA---SADLY---I WOULDN'T MIND OWNING SHERIFF CARTER---SIGH....

Shoot Me To The Moon

NPOV

"I have a surprise for you , Fargo." I told him as we got in the elevator. Fargo looked positively giddy. That was about to change.

"Thank you , Dr. Stark." Fargo managed to squeak out in his excitement.

"Don't thank me yet." I told him , causing his smile to falter slightly.

The elevator began to move. Fargo watched with rapt attention as the sections illuminated. His excitement grew as we passed through sections one , two and three.

"Section five , sir?" Fargo asked , unable to contain himself any longer. I had to laugh at his enthusiasm.

"You're not that good , Fargo." I told him. He was still the leading cause of most of our mishaps.

We stopped on section four. Fargo followed obediently through the maze of hallways. They were asthetically uninteresting. Pipes snaked along the walls. Signs hung in each new hallway informing you that you were in section four. After half an hour I stopped outside an unmarked door.

"Here we are , Fargo. Your new office." I said as I opened the door.

Fargo surveyed the cluttered room in silence. It was filled with dust covered boxes. Two desks were buried beneath them. The room had no windows and had been shut up for years.

"Well , enjoy it. You've earned it , Fargo." I told him before turning and leaving. As I made my way back to the elevator , I heard him muttering about what he had done to deserve his new office. I smiled at that.

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I was in my office an hour later , unable to concentrate on my work. Carter had once again invaded my mind. He taken up residence there since last week. Since he nearly died. Once he had come to , I had lost my nerve. I couldn't tell him how I felt.

I had admitted my feelings to myself , but my fear was keeping that secret to myself. It had gripped me as soon as he had opened his eyes in the infirmary. Every insecurity I had rushed through me. I am not a man that readily admits his faults , but I had succumb quickly in this case. I knew my weakness was weighing heavily on me. It was a battle between my insecurities and my inability to face my fears.

Questions constantly ran through my mind. Would he look at me with disgust? Would he hit me? Or maybe spread the story of how I proclaimed my attraction to him across town. Those weren't even the worst ones. What if he returned my feelings? What if we dated? That had led to more explicit ideas. What would sex be like with him?

Every night this week my dreams had become centered around Carter and I in erotic situations. A cold shower in the morning had become my new routine. I had indulged myself once or twice and it was easily the best orgasms of my life. My body ached for him , but my mind kept me away.

"Missile launch in twenty-four hours." An automated voice sounded over the intercom. What the hell?!

Allison burst into my office , panting. She had obviously run from wherever she had been when the announcement come over the intercom. Her eyes were wide as she tried to get enough air to speak.

"Fargo." She managed to get out. Damn that man!

We made our way down to Fargo's new office. He was standing off in the corner , looking guilty. Spencer stood near an ancient machine that they had uncovered. My first thoughts about the machine were not good. It appeared to be a control panel. One from the cold war era. I rounded on Fargo.

"What did you do?" I asked as calmly as I could manage.

"We thought it was a radio. We found the keys in a drawer , but we can't turn it off now. I'm so sorry." Fargo explained in a rush. It made my blood boil. I forced myself to calm down.

The door opened and in walked Jo followed by Carter. My heart rate accelerated and I had to force myself to breath normally. I locked eyes with Carter and felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. I turned my attention to Allison.

"Let's call Henry to help shut this thing off." I told her.

"So I guess you know about the giant missile that rose from under main street." Carter said not meeting my eyes. I was slightly hurt , but I pushed it away.

"Fargo activated the cold war missile system that we didn't know we had." I told him.

"Have you tried to turn it off?" Carter asked. I had to hand it to his ability to ask the obvious. I couldn't help it. I had to tease him.

"No , Carter , we thought we'd just start world war three." I said sarcastically. A look flashed across his face that resembled hurt. I was hit with remorse at my rude comment.

I tried to convey my regret without words as I stared into Carter's eyes. The moment was broken though by Henry's appearance.

"I came to help." He said.

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Henry and I worked to figure out how to turn the missile off. Carter and Jo had returned to town to keep the townspeople calm. I had sent Fargo and Spencer to search the boxes of files that Henry had taken. Allison was having the records of GD searched for any information on the missile.

"So what's going on with you and Carter?" Henry asked. My hand jerked . ripping one of the wires out I had been inspecting.

"Missile launch in twelve hours." The voice announced. Dammit!

"Why do you ask?" I asked , trying to act as though I hadn't just done that.

"Well , you seem to be avoiding each other. Then there's what just happened." Henry said.

"It's nothing." I said , hoping he would drop it.

"Okay , but you should know that I mentioned this to Jack the other day and he nearly drove into a tree." Henry said before turning his attention back to the control panel.

My mind was racing. What did this mean? Did he have the same feelings as I did? Or had he simply figured out how I was feeling? I wanted to know , but I was scared of what I would learn. I wish I knew what was going on in Carter's head.

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JCPOV

This morning had started off so promising. I had jacked off in the shower to an image of Nathan on his knees. Dropped Zoe off to complete her community service at Eureka's only nursing home. I think it all went to hell around the time the giant missile burst through main street. Now I was sitting at Henry's garage going through files with Fargo and Spencer. Jo was handling the crowd around the missile.

We had searched through mountains of paper for the past hour. So far it was junk. Not a peep about the missile or control panel. My mind kept drifting back to Stark's sarcasm earlier. I know I'm no rocket scientist , but it hurt when he made fun of my question. It was a reasonable one.

I shook off the thoughts. I wasn't going to let him get me down. I may have this unexplainable attraction toward him , but that didn't mean I had to let him get to me. Henry had already unsettled me. I may have avoided suspicion if he hadn't asked while I was driving. I nearly ran us into a tree. Where was Low-Jack when you needed him?

I forced my mind back on the task. I picked up the next file and flipped through it. It contained pictures of the moon. Strange enough on it's own , but it went one step further. There was something shining in the pictures. There were also notes that I couldn't understand. Each page was marked with initials. I. T.

"Can you understand any of this , Fargo?" I asked , handing him the file. He looked through it , a smile growing on his face.

"This is it. We need to get this to Dr. Stark." He replied. I was actually getting used to the way that my heart raced at the mention of his name.

I grabbed the file and headed for GD. Leaving Fargo and Spencer to keep looking in case there was anything else. I smiled as I walked into the room holding the file. Henry and Stark looked up.

"I found it." I said happily. A breathtaking smile broke on Nathan's face. My breath hitched and my heart skipped a beat.

"Okay. It's has an override." Henry exclaimed excitedly.

Henry opened a panel under the controls. He pointed at wires , muttering to himself. Nathan and I watched anxiously. Henry checked and double checked before he picked one. Carefully he clipped the wire and we waited.

"Missile launch in six hours." The voice announced.

"Well , that didn't work." Henry said tossing the clippers.

"Okay. So what does this missile do anyway?" I asked. Henry and Nathan shared a look.

"It was a cold war project. When we landed on the moon , we didn't just go there to walk. While the world watched Neil Armstrong take that 'one small step for man , one giant leap for mankind ' the government was taking a giant leap for defense. They built mirrors on the surface. We already had a missile system that could shoot a beam up , reflect off the mirrors and destroy any target we chose. That's what this will do." Henry explained.

"Okay. So what about the initials? I asked , trying to wrap my head around the magnitude of destruction this missile could cause.

"Well , it's probably the initials of the person who built this thing." Henry replied.

"So how do we figure out who that is?" I asked.

"It could be anyone , Carter." Nathan said.

"What about Dr. Irvin Thatcher?" Henry suggested.

"It's possible , but that won't help us." Nathan said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Irvin Thatcher lives at the nursing home...and he doesn't have a clue who he is let alone how to stop this." Nathan answered. My heart sank at that.

"It's worth a try." I said , even if it was hopeless. I headed off to track down Thatcher.

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I ran up the steps of the nursing home. I needed to find Zoe. She would be able to help and I could warn her in the event that we couldn't stop this thing. I could get her out of Eureka. I ran through the sitting room and was stopped by a yell.

"Dad?" Zoe said , puzzled as to why I was here.

"Look , I'm doing what I'm supposed to." She said before I could speak.

"That's not why I'm here. I need to find a Dr. Thatcher." I told her. She looked clueless. We were interrupted by an elderly woman in a wheelchair.

"Did you say that you were looking for Irvin?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am , I did," I said politely.

"Dad this is Eugenia." Zoe said.

"Can you point me to Dr. Thatcher? It's an emergency." I said.

"Why do you need him?" Eugenia asked.

"Well , we need his knowledge to shut down a missile system he developed." I explained. She looked troubled at this.

"He won't be much help. His mind isn't what it used to be." She said pointing to a man walking around talking to himself.

I got Dr. Thatcher in the jeep and headed back to GD. I was praying that he could be some help. Henry had figured out that the only way to shut it down was to enter the abort code. Dr. Thatcher was the only one who had that information. We were running out of time.

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We arrived back in the room to see Allison had joined the effort. She had no luck either. I steered Dr. Thatcher to a chair. Henry and Allison looked hopeful , but Nathan looked skeptical.

"Well , here he is." I said as he sat down.

"Dr. Thatcher , we could use your help. We need the abort code for your machine here." Henry explained. Thatcher looked at the control panel blankly. Just when we thought it was hopeless he spoke.

"The wheels on the bus go round and round." He said in a sing song voice.

"Well , that was very informative." Nathan said.

"Maybe there's another way." Allison said. Nathan looked at her for a minute then scowled.

"No." He said.

"What?" I asked. I would try anything.

"We've been working on a project to link two people's minds." Allison said.

"We haven't even done human testing yet." Stark said.

"Well , I'm willing to do it." I said. Nathan tried to argue , but I refused to give in. Allison led us to a room with two chairs next to each other.

I was strapped in one and Thatcher in the other. A helmet was placed on our heads and Allison explained the process to me. I listened my eyes locked with Nathan's. I could see the concern in them. For a minute I let myself believe that he cared for me. That he was worried about my safety. They walked into the control room and started the machine.

It was an odd sensation. Images hit me from every direction. They raced past my eyes. It was becoming painful , but I needed to find that code. Each image grew more disturbing. It was those pictures they show to demonstrate the power of a nuclear weapon. The house being blown apart. The mushroom cloud forming as it detonates. Then his voice rang out in the silence. He spoke only one word. Eugenia. Next minute Allison was removing the helmet.

I looked around and saw the concerned expressions they were wearing. I felt my body shaking. It was a truly unpleasant experience. I reached up to touch my face. I could feel that at some point I had started crying. I was slightly embarrassed about that , but when I thought of what I had seen I pushed the feeling away.

"Are you okay , Carter?" Nathan asked. My heart swelled at the concern in his voice.

"Yeah. I'm good." I said trying to give a reassuring smile.

"Did you find the code?" Allison asked.

"No , but I saw what will happen if we can't stop it." I told her , shivering at the images burned into my mind.

I looked over at Thatcher. His mind was chaos. The only clear thing had been the images of him and a woman. What had he called her? Eugenia. I had heard that name before. Then it hit me. I had met her when I went to find him at the nursing home. It was a long shot , but maybe she could help find a way to get through to him.

"I have an idea." I told them , climbing out of the chair.

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Thirty minutes later I was once again running through the nursing home in search of someone. I went floor by floor until I found Zoe. She was being taught physics by two old scientists. I ran up to her.

"Dad , is everything alright?" She asked.

"I need to speak with Eugenia." I told her.

"She's taking a nap. She asked not to be disturbed." She said.

"Thatcher couldn't help us , but I think that she may be able to get him to open up." I told her. She nodded and lead the way to her room.

I knocked on the door and waited. The was no answer so I knocked harder. Still nothing. I opened the door and walked in. After looking in every room I turned and made my way back downstairs. Maybe I had missed her in the sitting room. As we passed a poster I stopped. It was in one of the memories I had seen. Thatcher had proposed to her here.

"Where is this?" I asked Zoe. She looked at the picture.

"This way." She said and lead me out the door.

We rounded a tree in the park and I spotted her. She was sitting in her chair next to the sundial I had seen. I ran up to her.

"Eugenia. I need your help." I said as I walked in front of her. She looked at us in surprise.

"How did you find me?" She asked. I looked at the sundial , feeling everything that he had felt when he had proposed here. I smiled.

"This was where he proposed." I said. She looked at me.

"He was supposed to. He was nominated for the Nobel , but he didn't get it. That was the last time he was himself. He never got a chance to ask me. How did you know that?" She asked , tears in her eyes.

"Let's just say we connected." I told her. I had the urge to kiss her , but managed to resist it.

"I think I have an idea." I told them and we made our way to GD.

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We arrived back at GD. Henry and Nathan had decided to try to dig under the panel to get to the back of it. There was a giant hole in the floor. I yelled over the drill to get their attention.

"I think I know how to get Thatcher to remember , but I need your Nobel." I told Nathan. He looked at me like I had three heads. As everything was set up I explained my plan. Nathan was beyond skeptical this time. He looked cute when he scowled.

We set it up to look like the Nobel awards ceremony. We presented Nathan's to Thatcher and he started with the wheels on the bus again. Nathan was about to give up when he started making sense. He was working his way through the speech had memorized fifty years ago. It was rather good , but we had only an hour left.

We made our way back to the room and were joined by Thatcher's team. The four of them looked over the machine then nodded at each other. They turned the keys together and waited. At first nothing happened. Then it shut down. The room erupted in cheers. I couldn't believe that it had been that simple. Then the voice returned as the control panel lighted up once more.

"Missile launch in ten minutes." It said. The cheers died instantly.

"Did someone cut the wire?" Thatcher asked. Henry raised his hand.

"Well , then it can't be stopped." Thatcher said hopelessly.

I went over the facts in my head. The pictures of destruction burning brightly in my mind. It was going to fire the laser and then it would hit whatever target it was aimed at. The world would respond , sending bombs and missiles everywhere. It would be the end. Then it hit me. What if it missed the mirror?

"Dr. Thatcher , what if we moved it so it didn't hit the mirrors?" I asked. He thought about it for a minute then smiled.

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When we stopped downtown I saw that a new missile had emerged from under the road. This one was twice as big as the first. There was no way we could move this thing. I hit the hood of my jeep and it struck me. What if I drove into it? I looked questioningly at Thatcher. He was looking between me , the jeep and the missile. He nodded.

"It should do the trick." He said. Nathan looked at me.

"What will?" He asked , but I ignored him and climbed in the jeep.

I reversed fifty feet back from the silo. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore Nathan's screams of protest. I punched the gas and drove straight for it. The impact was a bitch. The air bag deployed and I felt like I had hit the damn thing instead of the jeep. Nathan rushed to my side. He helped me climb out and placed his hand on my cheek. I winced as he touched a cut. I was lost in his green eyes before I remembered the reason I was hurt.

"Did it work? "I asked. Henry was watching the beam that had shot out of the end seconds after I hit it.

"Yes! It missed the moon." He exclaimed excitedly.

I noticed Allison staring at the closeness between me and Nathan and stepped away. In the commotion of victory I remembered the pain I was in. I walked to a bench and sat down. I looked around at everyone celebrating. Thatcher and Eugenia were kissing while he clutched the Nobel in one hand. I felt the emotion again and turned to see that Allison had sat down beside me.

"How long till I get my feelings back?" I asked.

"Shouldn't be long. So , you and Nathan..." She trailed off. I tried to keep my face blank.

"I don't know what your talking about." I said looking at Nathan trying to get his Nobel back from Thatcher. I laughed as Thatcher snatched it out of his hands.

"Sure you don't. He feels it to you know." She said then got up and walked off. Zoe took her place and we sat in silence.

"So does this go toward my community service?" She asked. I chuckled and nodded at her.

"I'm sure this get major points." I told her.

"So , you and Stark?" She asked innocently.

"Oh , for the love of God!" I said getting up and walking off. I caught Nathan staring at me as I walked. I wondered. Could they be right? Did he feel it to? Right now all I was feeling were my aching ribs. Just another day in this town , I thought.

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