Title: Compatible Silence
   Author: Lynd*s (the newwy)
   Spoilers: slight Whealing and Dealing, Broken Promises/
   Rating: tame as PG, next part will be in the upper department.
   Summary: Just a little smut, hope you don't mind, exams coming up and I'm 
   stressing (taking it out on the poor cows)
   Disclaimers: The Blue Heelers crew is not mine (bummer) but Jack is (hah) he 
   lives under my bed for emergencies. Anyway, don't sue me, all my monies 
   going into a new saddle, reins, etc
   Author's note: Just the same as the summary really, I was bored, tired and 
   sick of the dreaded continual rain. (can't do any fencing, trenching, can 
   still do milking unfortunately…)


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   "Oh no, please tell me you're not an Arron Carter fan"
   Jo rolled her eyes in response, slapping her friend slightly on the arm "Of 
   course not but at least I'm not addicted to 28days"
   "What's so bad about them?" Jack shot back, sipping at his beer as they both 
   sat to the back of the Imperial "At least they're Australian".
   "Yeah great, good old land down under is being represented by guys who's 
   best song titles are Sucker and Rip it up" Jo snapped back sarcastically, 
   smiling at Jack who just shook his head in return.
   "Yeah well, I want candy"
   "Oh? Well lucky you met me"
   "No, it's a song… never mind and anyway you? Candy? I very much doubt it, 
   you're more a chocolate kinda person"
   Jo cocked her head to the side, a small grin lining her mouth as she took a 
   sip from her almost finished beer. She loved these Saturday nights with 
   Jack. P.J was always on shift with Ben and mostly Tess while the Boss went 
   over to St David's station to be updated on the district which left her and 
   Jack without the normally ever present 'babysitters'.
   Although she appreciated the others watching over her and Jack it got tiring 
   after a while. They watched over her because, well, they thought she might 
   drag poor 'ol Jack into trouble while they watched Jack out of pure worry. 
   Being young, reasonably new and recently out of his wheelchair they were 
   always worried and it looked to annoy him to no end.
   But, if she really admitted to herself, she spent these Saturday nights 
   wanting nothing more than to spend it in the company of the man beside her 
   drinking beer and teasing each other.
   "Me chocolate? Okay then, you're….well, you're…." Jo frowned as she hunted 
   her head for what Jack was, apart from handsome, young, gorgeous, a great 
   constable and footy player and extremely cute she couldn't for the life of 
   her think of something.
   Jack grinned at her triomphertly, leaning slightly more on the table as he 
   drained the last of his fourth beer and pushed the glass away "Well well 
   well, looks like little ol Joanne is stuck for what food I remind her of, 
   poor Jo seems to be loosing her memory in her old age maybe-"
   Jack's teasing was put to a halt as Jo slid her chair around from her side 
   of the table to his, smacking him on the leg to stop his teasing and then 
   settling back, shoulder to shoulder.
   "I think maybe…yep, you're deferently a stick of strawberry liqorish, you 
   know the sherbet filled kind" she watched as he laughed aloud and grinned at 
   her, grabbing her hand in a friendly gesture.
   Even though Jo knew it was simply friendly gesture she still couldn't help 
   the soft intake of breath as he took her hand and electricity ran up through 
   her. Looking from her hand that was wrapped in his larger one she felt like 
   her head was surrounded by the morning fog and she closed her eyes, focusing 
   on the warmth of her hand and actually breathing.
   "Ja…jack" she managed to stuttered out, keeping her eyes closed as her heart 
   beat hard in her chest and she tried her best not to pass out…



   To be continued…