The Act of Fishing
The crappie landed in the boat and they stared at it, Jack looking more shocked than Sam felt. He turned to her, eyebrow quirked. "I guess we're having fish tonight."
"Actually...." Sam hesitated before admitting to the truth. "I don't like fish."
Jack's lips twitched, then turned up into a smile before he started laughing. Loudly. "Neither do I," he chuckled. "The month I spent on that moon with Maybourne? The worst part was having to eat fish every day."
She smacked his arm in affectionate disbelief, planted a kiss on his lips, and together they let the crappie go.
Story Notes: CATEGORY: Sam/Jack romance, drabble, maybe humour.
SPOILERS: vague for The Curse. Sorta.
SEASON: S6 or 7
EMAIL: the_fourth_dimension@hotmail.com
SPOILERS: vague for The Curse. Sorta.
SEASON: S6 or 7
EMAIL: the_fourth_dimension@hotmail.com
End Notes: AN: I just thought it would be really funny if, given Jack's enjoyment of fishing, it turned out that he didn't like fish. It is about the *act* of fishing, after all, not the actual fish themselves. So, yeah, my odd sense of humour found this amusing and since I can't fit it into a full-length fic, it got its own drabble.
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