A/N: As always, Mia belongs to the wonderful littletonpace, as does Riley
"Let's just stay calm here," Matt said softly, raising his hands in the air, staying exactly where he was. "Why don't you tell me what's going on?"
"What's going on here, mate," the man hissed, the gun pressing closer to Jack's temple, "is that all of a sudden there's a bunch of people in my home, and I haven't invited any of you!"
"We had no idea this was your home," Matt said calmly, his eyes flickering for a millisecond over to Mia, who had crept up behind Jack and the gunman, then back to Jack again. "I'm a cop, and that's my boyfriend you're holding hostage there, so I'd really love it if you could just let him go, and we'll get out of here."
"Or you could bloody well get out of here and I'll keep your boyfriend here until I'm sure you're gone," the gunman spat back. Matt nodded at Mia, just once, and she leapt forward, Matt right there with her. She tackled the gunman while Matt pulled Jack out of the way. Mia kicked the gun towards Matt, who grabbed it and pointed it at the gunman, whom Mia was holding in a tight chokehold.
"Put him in a room with a lock," Matt said sternly, and Mia quickly assessed the closest spaces, selecting a small room and tossing the man in there, locking it quickly behind him. Ignoring the pounding that ensued, Matt hurried to Jack's side, running his hands and eyes over him in a quick scan before throwing his arms around him.
"You ok, babe?" He breathed into Jack's neck, holding on tightly.
"And sometimes I'm really glad my boyfriend's a cop," Jack laughed shakily, clutching onto Matt. "I'm fine, just a little shaken up."
"Yeah, I bet." Keeping a hand on Jack's back, Matt gently guided him over to a stool. Rummaging under the sink, Matt dug out a tea kettle, and filled it, placing it on the stove. "Tea always helped Jordan, I'm figuring it'll help you too."
"You must make a great dad," Jack said, eyes softening as he watched Matt putter around the kitchen, gathering up tea bags in a neat pile before reaching into the cabinets and finding boxes of pasta.
"Yeah?" Matt grinned, leaning over the counter to plant a soft kiss on Jack's lips. "Well, you better get ready, because when we get off this island we're going to get to tag-team parent teenage drama."
"I can't wait for nail polish debates, and curfew debacles," Jack grinned back.
"Tea party?" Riley asked, walking in and settling down on a second stool.
"Crazy Scottish man locked in a closet, mysterious underground hatch, tea party, the usual," Matt rattled off, shooting a wink at her before taking four mugs out of the cabinet.
"And are we having a toga party?" Riley smirked, pointing to Matt's bare chest, and the towel still tied low on his hips. Matt blushed deep red, spinning around to face Jack.
"Why didn't you remind me to go put on some clothes?" Matt sputtered.
"Why would I ever tell you to put on clothes?" Jack asked with a knowing grin. "And I love seeing you walk around like that. Reminds me what it'll be like when we're home."
"Good answer." Smiling broadly, Matt leaned over the counter to kiss Jack. "But I'm still going to put on clothes."
"Spoilsport!" Mia called out as she reentered, but taking stock of the blush still staining Matt's cheeks, she sighed, grabbing his arm and steering him away. "I know where the clothes are, I'll show you."
"You can look, but don't touch!" Jack called after her with a laugh.
"Don't worry, I haven't grown any man parts he'll be interested in!" Mia called back over her shoulder, grinning as she shot a glance at a laughing Matt, who shook his head and rolled his eyes.
Mia plopped down on the bed in the small room, stretching out each limb, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Are you going to purr too?" Matt called out over his shoulder, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a white tank top.
"You know I'm not going to turn around and give you your privacy, right?" Mia said gleefully, propping herself up on one elbow. Matt pulled the tank top over his broad shoulders, then, flashing Mia a smirk, began walking over to the small bathroom attached to the room.
"Oh no you don't!" Mia laughed, grabbing his hand and yanking him down onto the bed.
"You are so going to pay for that!" Matt laughed back, fingers quickly tickling her stomach, under her shirt.
"Oh this is war!" Mia gasped out, twisting and turning as she laughed uncontrollably, batting at his hands.
And then suddenly Matt went flying off the bed, body slamming into the floor, a haggard looking Sawyer standing over his body, fists still held in a fighting position.