TITLE: The Act of Fishing
AUTHOR: Shane Vansen
EMAIL: the_fourth_dimension@hotmail.com
STATUS: Complete
CATEGORY: Sam/Jack romance, drabble, maybe humour.
SPOILERS: vague for The Curse. Sorta.
SEASON: S6 or 7
RATING: G
CONTENT WARNINGS: none
FEEDBACK: always a pleasure
SUMMARY: Sam and Jack finally go fishing together. (Really fishing, not 'fishing' fishing. Though I'm sure that will happen one day too.)
DISCLAIMER: Jack belongs to Sam and Sam belongs to Jack. I'll take Jonas since no one else seems to want him. As for the rest: Stargate SG-1 and its characters belong to MGM, Gekko Film Corp and Double Secret Productions. This fan fiction was created solely for entertainment purposes and no money exchanged hands. No copyright or trademark infringement was intended. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. It would also be really, really cool.
ARCHIVE: SJA and Heliopolis; my site, naturally; anyone else just ask and ye shall be granted
AUTHOR'S NOTES: At the end so I don't spoil it.
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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.
--end--
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.