Title: Catching the Wave

Part: Four of Five (my bad)

Author: Roguie/ SunSpecOps/ Danae Bowen

Fandom: Eureka

Pairing: Jo/Zane

Rating: T with a huge dash of plus; final chapter will be full blown M. Rating will be upgraded at that time.

Summary: He was an addiction, Zane Donovan, one that no amount of time or space could cure. What started as a game quickly becomes a roller coaster of emotion. Her only choice was to hang on until the end.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Eureka, and while that pains me on a daily basis, I still enjoy borrowing the characters and mutating their inner voices to suit my will. Please don't sue; my house is small, my car is useless and my dogs are pains in the arse, but they're all I have.

A/N: Okay, so I promised smut for this chapter and I failed, it is forthcoming but I figured y'all might get a kick out of conversation before smut. :D Besides, smut may be a few weeks off since I accidentally promised someone a J/Z dungeon fic, and don't tell her this, but she's demanding!

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He thought that if he kept his eyes closed, his breathing even, that when she awoke she'd be less likely to inflict bodily harm upon him. He felt her begin to shift against him, her tongue that darted out to wet her lips forcing his jaw to tighten in restraint when she accidentally brushed that tongue over the nipple she'd been laying against. She wasn't quick to wake, his JoJo; before her mind could catch up with her body, she was stretching against him, breast against chest, thigh brushing thigh, the motion of her body shifting her just enough that his hand quite innocently ended up cupping her bum through the slim protection of her tiny black panties. It almost did him in when her confusion muddled thoughts told her it would be a good idea to run her very warm hand down his body, from chest to stomach, solidifying his presence in her bed, in her mind.

"Zane? What the hell?"

She moved so quickly that he hadn't even the time to protect himself before her long abandoned pillow hit his face, forcing his eyes open, and a single hand raised to protect himself from further blows.

"Good morning to you, too."

"What are you doing here?" She didn't bother to pretend there was any modesty between them, there was no pulling of the covers to her chest, no furtive glances down his body to see that his boxer shorts were well in place, there was just an angry Jo, with sleep tossed hair and a hand on her hip, on her knees at his side. He couldn't help the slow smile from gracing his features as he gazed up at her with clear blue eyes.

"Well, I was trying to sleep."

"In my bed?"

His eyes danced and he drew one arm behind his head as he gazed up at her, the other coming to rest against her waist, fingers softly drawing patterns over her smooth skin. "Mmhmm. Where else would you expect me to sleep?"

She snorted softly, but made no attempt to bat away his wandering fingers, her own eyes beginning their quiet dance. "In your own bed?"

"Eh," he murmured softly, his lips curving into a full on grin. "You were here."

"Why... no, how?" She sighed in exasperation, laying back down against her pillow, turning on to her side. "SARAH, you and I need to talk."

There was a pause before the house spoke calmly. "Is there a problem, Chief Lupo?"

"False innocence doesn't become you."

If ever a house could laugh, they felt it in SARAH at that moment. "I have no idea what you mean. When you're ready, coffee will be available in the kitchen."

"Why, thank you, SARAH."

They swear they could hear her smile. "My pleasure, Mr. Donovan."

Jo glared at him playfully, her tone accusatory. "You've corrupted my house."

He chuckled softly, "No. I've corrupted Carter's house."

She laughed with him softly, before the spark went out of her eyes and her expression turned serious. "Why are you here, Zane?"

He shrugged softly. "I told you. You were here."

"That's not an answer."

"It's answer enough for me." He watched her as she remained unyielding, the way she worried her lip between her teeth, her need to push that lock of hair that never quite stays put behind her ear. He watched as she flushed, uncertain, glancing between him and the door as if judging her escape. He watched as she swallowed thickly, ever so slowly relaxing. "I love you, Jo, I want to be where you are. Is that so much to ask?"

Her eyes were wide when they met his steady gaze, blue cerulean so certain of his words that she almost didn't recognize the man behind them. He knew what he wanted, who he wanted, what he needed to do to make that happen; the surety of it all was so strangely familiar that for a single brief second she could see the boy inside him that she'd once known and loved with all the purity that young hearts could possess.

He didn't panic like he once would have. He didn't try to escape her startled gaze by leaving in a rush. He didn't even look away as she struggled to put together the random thoughts and feelings that were tearing through her heart and mind with all the speed of a freight train on an express track to nowhere.

Rather than run, he merely closed his eyes, leaning back against the pillows, propping himself up on his arms as he waited patiently for the panic to pass. "Think it over," he said simply, allowing no tease to enter his words that could potentially offend her. "I'll be here when you've processed."

~~~TBC