ensemble; Rated G
Written for the picfor1000 challenge on livejournal. My picture is here. Takes place sometime during Season 1.
"Zoe, come on!" Sheriff Jack Carter yelled from the kitchen. He drank down the last of his orange juice, grimaced, and picked his gun up off the counter.
"Zoe! You're gonna be late!" He holstered the gun and headed for the door.
"Don't burst a blood vessel." Zoe came down the stairs as if she had all the time in the world. She smiled sweetly at him. "You know, this wouldn't be such an issue if you'd let me get my driver's license."
"Yeah, over my dead body. Sarah, door."
As she followed him out, Zoe muttered under her breath, "Jo could probably help me with that."
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"That's..." Jack searched for words.
"A church. Greek most likely," Henry informed him.
Jack sighed. What he struggled with on a daily basis came so easily to those around him - Henry, Fargo, Allison, Stark.
"You called me out here to see a church." He quickly amended, "A Greek church."
"This building, this church, wasn't here twelve hours ago," Henry said.
"It just - poof! - magically appeared?" Jack frowned. "Maybe it's been here, you just never noticed it be..." His voice faded as he noticed Henry shaking his head.
"This is the fourth incident that we know of."
At that point, Fargo couldn't resist butting in. "Mrs. Timmons found money growing from the apple tree in her backyard, Eliza Perry's house now has three stories instead of two and Jason Cook went to sleep in his own bed and woke up in Tahiti. At least that's what he said when he called Mr. Stark at six thirty-two, our time, this morning." He ducked his head and went back to taking readings.
"Of course." He looked at the building, correction, church. It was beautiful, if a little out of place. Of course, there really wasn't such a thing as 'out of place' in a town like Eureka.
Jack turned in a circle, looking more in-depth at the surroundings. "So is Stark lurking around here somewhere?"
"Oh my God!" Allison Blake picked her way across flattened ears of corn. "That's the church."
"You know this place?" Henry asked.
Allison nodded. "It's a church in Firostefani, Santorini Island. I always dreamed of going there one day, but..." She looked at Henry, confusion replacing wonderment. "How?"
"That's what we're trying to find out."
Allison just stared at the blue-domed structure in front of them.
"Does Eureka have a wishing well I don't know about?" Jack said, jokingly.
"It's almost like people's wishes are coming true. Someone wishes they had a money tree, or that their house had more space..."
"Or that you could take a trip to Tahiti," Henry finished, picking up on his train of thought.
"Shooting stars," Allison said.
"No, I said 'wishing well'," Jack corrected.
"At Global's Planetarium show last night. There was a shooting star at the end. Professor Rush told everyone to 'make a wish'. So I did."
Henry finished her statement. "And you wished you could see the church." He nodded in understanding.
"We have a planetarium?"
"Could we please focus on the problem in front of us?"
"I'm still confused," Jack said. "If you wished you could visit this place, then why didn't you wake up there? Like that guy, what's-his-name?"
"Jason," Fargo hollered.
Jack looked between Henry and Allison expectantly.
"Because I wished I could see it in person. I didn't phrase it that I wished I could go there."
"So this fake shooting star cares how you worded your wish?" Jack chuckled. "What's next? Unicorns?"
Just then the car radio squawked. "Sheriff, we've got a problem at Cafe Diem."
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Jack, Allison and Henry joined Jo and Vincent in front of Cafe Diem.
Or at least where it was supposed to be.
Instead, a big empty space greeted them.
"What in the world?"
Vincent looked shell-shocked. "I had to run out for a few minutes. I swear I wasn't gone for more than ten minutes. When I came back." He gestured weakly at the gaping maw that used to be his cafe.
"He called me and I called you."
They stood in silence for a few moments.
"Any ideas?" Jack asked, turning to Henry.
He shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. Probably a simple matter transfer."
Jack shook his head. "Not getting it."
"Matter, on this level, can't just be created fromů nothing."
"Kind of like Star Trek, the whole matter, anti-matter thing?"
Allison smiled, then stepped away to take a call when her phone rang.
Henry chuckled. "Not really. In simplest terms, antimatter is the opposite of matter. If a particle and its antiparticle come into contact with each other, the two cancel each other out. Think of it as building a house. Your materials have to come from somewhere, a tree, concrete, bricks. They don't just appear out of thin air."
"So you're saying that Vincent's cafe was somehow taken and recreated into the church we saw?" Jack said haltingly, still trying to wrap his brain around the whole business.
"More or less," Henry said, patting him on the shoulder. "Now we just need to find out the how."
"My money's on Section Five."
He chuckled again. "Not every problem in Eureka involves the military, Jack."
Just then a white unicorn came galloping down the street past them. Not far behind it was Taggart, in hot pursuit.
"Let me know if you need any help!" Jo called out after him.
"Was that?" Jack asked.
"Yeah," Henry answered.
"I need a drink."
"Nathan's back at GD," Allison said, walking up and either ignoring or tuning out the whole unicorn incident. "He wants us to meet him there."
"I never thought I'd wish for a simple carjacking, or robbery, or missing person," Jack said as he headed for his car.
"Be careful what you wish for!" Henry reminded him, only half-joking.
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