So, I wrote this yesterday, and I know it's a little over the place, but it's meant as a special message: Happy Easter, my fellow Clargo shippers.
This doesn't have a plot, or a purpose, or a real ending, but what the hell? It's Clargo!

It was 8:27 at Global Dynamics, and the majority of Eureka was crowded onto the main floor of GD. It was Saturday- the day before Easter, and Douglas Fargo had taken the liberty to host an Easter gala for the town. Claudia was in town as well- and Fargo couldn't have been happier. Or…

"Green isn't your color, Fargo," Allison, dressed in a sky blue dress complete with a wine glass in her left hand, commented.

He glanced at her. "I don't know what you mean, Dr. Blake."

She rolled her eyes at him as he finished his stiff, dignified sentence. "You knew Parish was just going to suck up to the General all night, so why did you invite him?"

Isaac Parish was currently having a very lively conversation with General Mansfield. Fargo gasped as the General let out a hearty laugh. "This is horrible, Allison! They might be conspiring against me."

Allison rolled her eyes again, and Claudia slid up next to Fargo. "Hey," she greeted, and he leaned over to press a short kiss to her temple. Claudia had removed her hair streak for the night, and had donned a deep purple dress and a pair of heels, making her look older and a few inches taller. She handed him one of the two wine glasses in her hand.

"Hey," he replied glumly, taking the glass from her. Claudia cocked her head slightly.

"What's wrong, Dougie?"

He shrugged, but gestured over to the two men he and Allison had been talking about.

"Oh, I met Dr. Parish earlier!" Claudia smiled. "He's really swe…" She trailed off as her husband shot her a glare. "I mean horrible. Annoying. Evil." She paused, and gave Fargo a reassuring grin. "Who's he talking too?"

"Oh, look its Parish and Mansfield." Jack Carter came up next to Allison, and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Fargo's boss and his worst enemy."

"I want to meet your boss!" Claudia squealed, and shifted her glass to her other hand so she could grab his and start to pull him across the room. "You can introduce me!"

"Claudia, no!" Fargo hissed, but Mansfield had already spotted him.

"Ah, Dr. Fargo." His loud voice boomed. "I couldn't find you anywhere. I was beginning to think that you were avoiding me!"

Fargo let out a nervous laugh, while Parish sneered at him and left.

"Is this the beautiful wife of yours I've been hearing about?" He inquired, and Claudia beamed.

"Yes, I'm-"

"I'm sure you finished those projects I've assigned to you, right Dr. Fargo?"

Fargo clenched his teeth together, trying to smile, though it came out looking like an ugly grimace. "Working on them, sir."

"Good, good." The general let out a tight lipped smile. "We'll talk about them tomorrow morning."

"Great," Fargo groaned quietly. Mansfield turned away without another word, and disappeared into the crowd.

Doug sighed, and a slow song came over the speakers. Fargo smiled as he realized what it was, and he was glad he'd had Henry DJ for the night.

Claudia gasped, and turned to Doug. "Dougie! It's pour wedding song."

His smiled widened, and he offered his hand to her. "May I have this dance, my dear?"

Reviews please? I'd love you forever (wink, wink!)...