FISHING FOR YOU
by Mickie; 04.10.18
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There were not a lot of things Major Samantha Carter, Ph.D did not understand. Finding one was difficult, rare, and usually bordered on a scrap of knowledge so obscure that only a handful of beings in the universe knew it existed, much less understood it.
So, naturally, one of those few things was standing right in front of her.
"Maybe I'll actually catch something this time, that'd be nice." Someone who did not know Colonel Jack O'Neill would say he was nervous at the moment, but she knew better. He was simply surveying his surroundings hurriedly without looking at her directly because he was. excited about going fishing at his cabin, of course.
Why would he spend a few days, a week maybe, fishing for fish that weren't there? Sitting on the dock all day, just waiting for the bite. Staring into the water as if he could will the mythical fish to miraculously jump onto the dock themselves and save him the trouble.
"I think it's going to rain though, but that's okay, nothing I can't handle." She knew he didn't mind the rain as much as he pretended to.
Did this cabin of his even have running water? She knew there was not a phone. What would he do if an emergency happened, like a huge piranha leaping up and devouring him? Unlikely, she admitted, but nothing seemed strange anymore when it came to freak accidents. It didn't matter what the situation was - the Colonel never called for help unless someone else was getting hurt. He was like that.
"There better not be a blizzard though, I hate those." He really did.
Was there electricity? Surely he won't freeze up there. He's smarter than that. He'd pack some blankets and warm clothes, just in case; prepared for a snowy day, always a plan B. It was in his nature, his training. She had observed his ingenuity on many occasions, and many times it had saved their lives. She liked to think she was prepared, like him, for the worst but she often found it the opposite. Mental quickness was her forte, though, and she knew it. Both qualities were useful, she supposed that's why they made such a good team together. Of course, they-
"You can come if you want."
-have great chemistry too.
"Maybe when there are fish in that lake." She smiled and wished him a good vacation. He half-smiled back, which was a smile for the Colonel, and hoped she had fun with her lab experiments.
Then he left, making her question whether she should have said yes this time. No, she couldn't now, it wouldn't be right.
She knew why he did it - asked her to go. He was letting her know he still cared, about her, about 'them'. She never said no. Not yes now, either. In between the two, she reciprocated his sentiment. She couldn't eat a piece of salmon without thinking of him, the cabin, that lake. Not even canned tuna. He had changed her that way, of course. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
Just that there would never be fish for them.
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