Category: Fluff/sap/syrup

A/N: This tiny ficlet was inspired by Ziparumpazoo's photo of her nephew's feet.

"The Feet in his Life"

Jack generally didn't like feet.

He wasn't totally disgusted by the concept of them, but he never saw the appeal.

Oddly enough, most women he had dated throughout his life had been obsessed with his feet. Supposedly they looked strong and masculine, but quite graceful at the same time. Yeah, it weirded him out sometimes.

He'd liked Sara's feet, he supposed. He must have. He'd been married to her for quite a while, so there must have been some affection for her feet.

And he remembered that he loved looking at Charlie's feet. Unfortunately, moments with his son had been few and far between. There had always been another covert mission calling him away.

So he had forgotten that at some point in his life there'd been feet he actually didn't mind.

In the years afterwards, he'd neither had the time nor the inclination to think about feet and whether he liked them or not. Mostly, he'd seen feet running towards him, often clad in metal armor, chasing him across different planets through the galaxies. If he had given them a thought, he would have definitely hated them.

One day though, after a particular grueling mission, he'd seen Carter's feet in the locker room. She'd just pulled off her boots and socks and stretched her tired limbs. When she'd wiggled her toes, the silvery polish on her nails had glinted in the dim neon light. That day, he'd thought of feet again, and how, maybe, they could be quite intriguing.

Now, years later, he still didn't like all feet. Just particular ones. Carter's were a given, since hers were constantly around. And he'd been surprised to realize how much he liked applying her nail polish for her to make them look even prettier.

Then there were the feet he was contemplating right now. They were tiny, just a week old. And when he touched them, counting the miniscule toes, they felt soft and warm. And he knew that no feet could ever be as gorgeous as his daughter's. Carter didn't feel offended. She understood.

So, yes. Jack generally didn't like feet. But he knew a beautiful set when he saw one.

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