Hook, Line and Sinker – A Filler Scene for Ship of Spies
Author: Raizelinplaid
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Shoot the Moon Enterprises and Warner Bros to who I am eternally grateful to for the opportunity to keep their adventurous lives going and to the wonderful actors who created them.
Summary - Filler Scene for Ship of Spies – Have you ever wondered how Amanda could get that amazing wedding dress so quickly? What did happen when the cruise director took the brides-to-be to the bridal boutique for a tour? Why did Lee say in the tag that some strange things happened on the assignment? It was a pretend wedding and a just kiss after all, "and there was nothing more to it" or so he told her. This little filler attempts to answer those questions.
Dedications:
This scene is dedicated to Amanda's wonderful comeback line to Jillian:
Jillian: "You mean you really gave a catch like him a chance to throw the hook?"
Amanda: "Well, he was pretty firmly hooked."
My deepest and sincerest thanks and gratitude goes out Clagjanet for her inspiration and unwavering support of my first fan fiction. Without her encouragement and time and patience in beta reading with her incredible suggestions and edits, this little filler would never have come out of the cobwebs where it has been since this episode first aired on January 7, 1985, 33 years ago.
A/N: This scene fits in after Amanda gets up from the table to follow the other brides to the bridal boutique and when she next sees Lee as she is coming out of the casino. Any mistakes in grammar, spelling, and canon are completely my own.
Chapter 1 – The day Lee went fishing...
Amanda glanced back over her shoulder briefly as the cruise director, Mr. Rackam, led her and the other brides-to-be to the bridal boutique for their tour. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Arturo quickly get up from the table, and Lee seemed to be squirming uncomfortably in his seat as Miles was obviously continuing to pepper him with questions about their relationship. She secretly smiled to herself thinking he deserved it. She marveled to herself how yet again he had not prepared a thought-out cover story for them. He was going to receive his just desserts. Unfortunately, just as she finished the sweet thought, Jillian whispered into her ear.
"Now that it's just us girls, tell me Amanda, how did you hook the big one?"
Amanda, caught off guard, responded quickly, "Well, really I wasn't the one fishing the day I met Lee. In fact, I had no intention of really ever going fishing again at that point." Amanda paused reflecting back on that fateful moment in time, then continued using the metaphor, "But now that you asked, if anyone was fishing that day, it was Lee. He caught me as I was swimming, well quickly walking past him at the train station. I had just dropped off, my..um friend, for an early train and was walking back to my car. He literally caught me in his net or arms, and started walking with me. Try as I might to wiggle free of his hook, he repeatedly kept baiting me with this helpless, pleading look in his eyes that I couldn't say no to." Amanda continued her rambling explanation. "Soon after we met though, he threw me right back like some tiny, scrawny fish. He really prefers those younger, flashier fish with their fancy tails. I was the one who just happened to get caught in his net that day. "
Jillian, undaunted, continued peppering Amanda with questions. "But you are the one marrying him. So how did that happen?"
Exasperated, Amanda continued describing their fishy relationship. "For some reason or another, he kept throwing his appealing piece of bait back in my direction yet again hooking me with those pretty eyes of his and reeling me in with some adventure or other. After a while, I got wise to his bait and switch techniques. So, I began to show no interest in his lures. I think the fact he couldn't bait me that easily anymore and that I could easily swim away from him is what really got him hooked."
"Oh come now Amanda, there must have been something you used to hook him other than your simple lack of interest in his line," Jillian continued to press.
Amanda paused for a moment before responding, "Well, he really wasn't used to having a fish turn tail at his bait so easily. Most of the flashy fishes were just willing to jump right on his line and take a big bite. But then, of course, it could have been the fact that when we met that day at the train station, I was just wearing my raincoat and nightgown and nothing else."
Having delivered that parting shot to end her fishy tale, Amanda sailed past her to join the rest of the group in the boutique, leaving a shocked Jillian open-mouthed like a fish gasping for air while flopping on a dock.