#jack carter/nathan stark

[satashiiwrites]

wip wednesday

tagging @outtoshatter @rosieposiepuddingnpie @tkwritesdumbassassins @monsterrae1 @whimsyswastry @missanniewhimsy @quietborderline and anyone else who wants to play. No pressure as always.

From: Home Found, Chapter Twelve

Fandom: Eureka

Pairing: Jack Carter/Nathan Stark

Fic summary: A moment of clarity at the time of his death leads Nathan to make some changes when he’s give a second chance and awakens on the day he first met Jack.

Tags/warnings: time travel, doing things over again, fix it, Nathan POV

Nathan should have remembered that Allison was the reason Jack ended up entertaining Carl’s neurosis and escorting him to Global—last time he’d rolled his eyes at Jack’s explanation of providing a calming presence to Carlson prior to the demonstration.  After Nathan left the bunker, Jack all but dove onto the walking talking panic attack that was Carl as it made him too busy for Allison to get her hands on.

Professionally speaking, of course. 

When Jack walks in behind Carl to his lab, Nathan’s blood goes cold. 

“Stop,” he says before he can stop himself, almost barking the command and internally wincing at how Jack’s spine straightens and his expression goes blank.  “Jack what are you doing here?”

“Assisting.  Carl has a really important demonstration today.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”  

The good thing is that everyone is now looking at them like Nathan’s grown a second head.  The bad thing is that he hasn’t stopped Jack from entering the lab as he’s two steps into the lab that’s two hundred feet directly above the Artifact’s containment chamber.   

Nathan has to get Jack out of there. 

[oldfangirl81]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Eureka (TV), 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jack Carter/Nathan Stark, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley/Howie "Chimney" Han Characters: Athena Grant, Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson Additional Tags: Maddie Buckley Bashing, Character Bashing, Timeline What Timeline, Medical Inaccuracies, A+ Parenting by the Buckleys, no beta we die like jason todd Summary:

Buck's real father shows up after the truck bombing. He brings back up in the form of Nathan Stark.

“Excuse me, I was told my son is here? Firefighter Evan Carter-Buckley?” Jack was so stressed, he hadn’t bothered to change out of his uniform.

“Your name?” The receptionist asked not glancing up from the screen.

“Sheriff Jack Carter,” growled Nathan Stark. He had been on edge since S.A.R.A.H. interrupted their dinner to tell them there was breaking news involving the Jack’s oldest. This time it was Nathan’s turn to get a man to his son who maybe dying.

[internerdionality]

Soooo uhhhhhhh

Is there any kind of Eureka fandom still active? Cause I tried to write a short PWP to exorcise some of my throuple feels about the late second/early third season and it's now turning into a novel-length epic.

[removeoffthecraudestoppers]

This is where my favourite rare pair comes from

[aworldofendlesswonder]

[tarlanx]

[wipbigbang]

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[writerrsj]

Eureka kept coming up in my recommendations and now I'm in S3. I'd love to have watched an enemies to lovers for Carter and Stark in some alternate universe! 😍

[notgeorgelucas]

In honor of the whole “Barbenheimer” meme, I present a scene from a “Eureka” story called “The Night Before Christmas”, in which Stark and Carter have to assemble “Barbie’s Cyclotron Lab” before morning:

“Okay, what’s next?” Stark asked. A major portion of the cyclotron display rested precariously in his hands.

Carter studied the diagram. “You need piece 847-L from section SS2.”

“Of course I do,” Stark nodded as he looked around the pile of plastic all around him. “You know, I’m beginning to really hate the color pink…what the hell?”

“What?” Carter asked, glancing up.

“Look at this.” How Stark was managing to keep the semi-assembled cyclotron in place with his knees while rummaging for section SS2, Carter would never know. “What the hell is Barbie doing with a cat? A pink cat, no less?”

“It’s Barbie. You get used to it.” Carter reached over to his far right and handed Stark the section in question.

“This is setting a bad precedent for children,” Stark continued as he wriggled piece 847-L loose. “I mean, at the very least it should be made clear that animals are not allowed in labs except when being used for experimentation.”

“Stark, it’s make-believe,” Carter said in exasperation.

“Why can’t make-believe also serve as a valuable lesson in laboratory safety, that’s all I’m saying.”

[satashiiwrites]

Home Found, Chapter 16

finally and twice as long as I thought it was going to be.

Title: Home Found, Chapter 16

Fandom: Eureka (tv), mentioned preMCU Iron Man, The Lincoln Lawyer (netflix tv series)

Pairing: Jack Carter/Nathan Stark, assume other canon Eureka pairings.

Summary: A moment of clarity at the time of his death leads Nathan to make some changes when he’s give a second chance and awakens on the day he first met Jack.

Tags/warnings: sex. Canon-typical violence. Fix-it. First time. Get-together. Time travel. Science shenanigans. Pod fic welcome

Things don’t go exactly how they did the first time. Nathan worries that he’s changed too many things, and he’s now seeing the butterfly effect of those changes, but he can’t linger on those thoughts as he’s got his hands full, literally and figuratively, and an observer he didn’t have before.

Who’s watching him work?

None other than Zoe Carter—who should be in school instead of helping him replace some of Callister’s fried circuits. Zoe ran into Callister before Nathan could and recognized that something was wrong. Like her father, she can’t leave a mystery alone and has some not-so-secret mother-hen tendencies.

Like father, like daughter.

Nathan can be charmed by her tenacity (and brilliantly red hair) later when he’s not about to lose Callister.

Confused? Let’s backtrack to where this clusterfuck started.

Read Chapter 16 here on AO3

[sakebytheriver]

Jack Carter and Nathan Stark's relationship be like

[oldfangirl81]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you @nancys-braids

This is something I started in Oct but has been on my mind again. It's Jack Carter/Nathan Stark from Eureka. And more than seven sentences because I can't count. Inspired by

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Next he had to go to the high school for a Halloween prank war that resulted in one teacher looking like the Wolfman and the other like a Smurf. It ended in one assault arrest. Apparently the teachers were competing for the attention of the new drama instructor and got jealous. The instructor told them both to go to hell. The cafeteria worker passed out popcorn while dressed as Loki which some how ended up with them getting the coveted date.

He was not feeling Halloween this year. The terrible storm was not helping him. While it might be great atmposher if he was at home with a hot drink and horror movies, it was not great for having to patrol. Still he’d switched with Jo because she wanted to see her niece’s first experience trick-o-treating. It should be interesting since she was dragging Fargo and Zane with her.

And now there was reported activity at Nathan Stark’s cabin. Given the man had been dead for years there shouldn’t be any activity. The property was in trust for Kevin who was attending GD’s Halloween party so it wasn’t him.

And then as if the universe decided Jack should be the punching bag for the day his vechile just gave out about half a mile from the cabin. And the radio wasn’t working because of course it wasn’t. Jack slammed the door as he got out to walk to investigate was likey a short circuit or a wild animal.

Jack was still maybe a quarter of mile from the cabin when the clouds seemed to just unzip all the water on top of him. Making visibilty even harder and the ground worse for good traction.

“FUCK!” In a blink Jack was face first in the mud.

He was now completely soaked and covered in mud. That was also making it difficult for him to get proper footing again. He slipped harder the second time and felt something twist in his ankle.

“FUCK!” Jack wondered how long he could just lay there before he was missed to much. This might be going down in his books as the worst Halloween. He just sighed deeply closing his eyes trying gather the energy to try getting vertical again.

“You look like you need some assistance, Sherrif Carter,” came an impossible voice. The voice of a dead man.

Jack opened his eyes only to see Nathan Stark holding an umbrella and looking down at him with a frown.

“I didn’t think I hit my head that hard.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you actually did hit hard enough to give yourself damage but I am not a halucination.”

“That’s exactly what a halucination would say. That isn’t proof.”

“How about this for proof?” Nathan folded up the umbrella and threw the umbrella on to the porch. He then picked up Jack in a bridal hold without acting like it was any difficulty at all.

“Not really because I don’t remember Nathan ever carrying me.” Jack felt his teeth wanting to chatter as the cold began to sink into his body.

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I really need to make a list of who writes fic and likes doing these things but I'd love to see anyone do this. @oldefashioned @betrayedbycinnamon

[internerdionality]

In honor of Fuck or Die Fifteenth of September...

Here's an excerpt (below the cut) from my current Fuck or Die fic featuring Nathan Stark, Jack Carter, and Allison Blake of the Eureka fandom, which was supposed to be a short PWP and supposed to be all ready to post today...

But as usual, I just had to take that crackfic ultra seriously, which means it's now a 60K novel and climbing. I'll hopefully start posting in the next couple of months, follow me here or on AO3 if you're interested in reading more!

“I made up a list of all the people who are cleared to know about GD-175, and have volunteered to help,” Allison said. Her voice was irritatingly soft and empathetic. Coddling him. “I thought you’d want to know that every single person who was cleared for the information—with two exceptions, both of whom aren’t at all attracted to men—volunteered.” 

Jack snorted as he took the single sheet of paper with a—very—short list on it.  “Sure. ‘Volunteered’. Heard that one before.” 

Allison frowned (still empathetically. She was starting to remind him of his third-grade teacher. Unfortunately, that still wasn’t a turn-off. Although that might just be the sex virus talking. Damn this town). 

“I didn’t put any pressure on them, Carter,” she said. “Every person on that list knows that your life is on the line, and has willingly consented to do what’s necessary to save you. And you should know—”

“Dr. Allison Blake,” Jack read off the first name. A white wave of numbness crashed over him.  

She nodded, determination firming up her lips. “I’m happy to—” 

“No,” he said quickly. Almost without conscious thought, but a second of reflection just cemented the decision. “Absolutely not.” 

She couldn’t hide the flash of offended hurt that crossed through her eyes, and he cocked his head to the side, softening. 

“Hey. No, Allison, jeez. Not like that. Of course I would… It’s just… Look. We work together, and I’ve never wanted to make that awkward, and yeah, I’m still a little mad about you keeping things from me that could endanger the town, but… That doesn’t mean I’ve completely given up on us, okay? Let’s just say, I'm not ready to poison this well before it even, uh, starts to fill up with water? I might be letting this metaphor run away with me a bit…” 

He rubbed the back of his head, laughing self-deprecatingly. But it worked—those gorgeous, expressive brown eyes warmed, and she tilted her head down just slightly, looking up at him bashfully through long eyelashes. Hell yeah. He’d known there was something there, even if the moment had never been quite right between them. 

Which was why he wasn’t going to let their first time be some kind of pity fuck, of all idiotic things. No matter how much his dick was screaming at him not to let her walk away. 

“Look, you’re totally sure that you can’t just fix this with a needle or something?” he begged her, holding on to his last vestige of denial. 

“If you’re volunteering to get stabbed, I know it really is bad. I’m sorry, Carter,” she said, and the rueful smile with which she’d delivered the joke dropped away. “We already tried the only synthetic treatment we have, and it didn’t work for about 15% of the exposed patients, you included. Masters and Johnson aside, there hasn’t been nearly enough scientific research into human sexuality involving practical studies.” 

“—practical studies,” Jack murmured, visualizing it. 

“As a result, we really don’t have a good enough understanding of what happens to the body during sexual intercourse to be confident that we can replicate it with enough accur—” 

“You’re not confident,” Jack interrupted, “but you have some idea—” 

“No, Carter,” she said firmly. “Maybe if there wasn’t another option… Or if we didn’t have a time limit. Your viral load has already reached a near-critical level. You’ll start feeling symptoms within hours, maybe less, and after that—” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “Fever, seizures, death. I’ve seen it, remember?” 

She winced, and he sighed, shrugging in apology. Granted, Eureka’s death rate was something people knew when they moved here, but that didn’t make it any easier to have lost two people in one day. Especially to some kind of fuck or die escaped mutated virus.  Damn this town. 

“So, we’re not going to take a chance,” she said firmly. “You need to have sex with one of the people on that list, soon. ” 

Carter groaned, then held up the list again, only to jerk his eyes back up in shock and alarm. “Uhhh, I think you might have made a mistake here. This is mostly men.” 

She shrugged (empathetically, damn her). “You know that as the head of GD, I have access to your psych evaluation results, including Beverly’s expert opinion on your sexual orientation…” 

“Oh… come on!” Jack yelled, then cleared his throat as the complaint came out somewhat higher-pitched than he’d intended. “Is nothing private, anymore? And also, that is not what I meant by—Ooh! Plus! Beverly is probably evil, remember? She was clearly pushing some kind of agenda there—”  

“Look, Carter, I don’t care about your sexual identity or fantasies. As long as they don’t interfere with the security of GD, which is why I have access,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, if—”

“Wait a second, does that mean that Stark read this… evaluation or whatever, when he was head of GD?” Jack asked, horrified by the sudden thought. 

“Anyway,” Allison continued blithely (which meant that Stark absolutely had read it. Crap.), “if I excluded the men, the list would be pretty short. I wanted to give you all your options, but obviously you can choose one of the women. I have their headshots here, if you don’t remember what they lo—” 

“Yeah, no,” Jack said firmly, waving off the red folder in her hand. “You know what? I’ll take number seven.”

The skin between her brows wrinkled adorably.  Taking back the list, she scanned it quickly, then pursed her lips to the side. She couldn’t maintain the scowl, however, as the corners of her mouth kept twitching free. 

“Don’t say a word,” Jack said, seeing the disaster coming. 

“Of course not,” she said, lips spreading even farther, “No judgment here, Carter.” 

“Uh-huh,” he said skeptically. “Sure.” 

She shrugged, elaborately casual. “I just didn’t realize we had so much in common.”

“Yep, there it is.”  

“Methinks the sheriff doth—” 

“I will pay you ten thousand dollars to stop talking right now.” 

“—protest too much,” Allison finished, finally giving in to a wickedly wide grin. “And I pay your salary, Carter. I know you don’t have ten—“

“That’s it, I changed my mind, I want to die after all—”

[fellthemarvelous]

I MISS EUREKA SO MUCH

[scentedtigerfun]

Today i reread one of my fic, and let me tell you i was hurting for Jack(Eureka TV). I wrote it, but still i loved it soo much.

Yes, i love angst, and hurt and he got it both with happy end

[delightfulvoidmoon]