TITLE: Fetishes And Other Nasty Little Things
AUTHOR: VIDZ
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV show JAG are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
SUMMARY: short, but not so sweet.
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"You serious?!" beer threatening to geyser out of his nose, Keeter coughed his question at his old friend "You've got a fetish?!"
Harm, already starting to regret he'd mentioned it, stared into his beer bottle, answering reluctantly "Yeah, I'm serious."
Jack stared mutely at his lawyer friend for several minutes, until it irritated Harm enough to snap defensively at him "What! A lot of people got 'em!"
Keeter refused to be dissuaded "I know they do, but we're not talking about other people here, we're talking about you."
Sighing he shook his head and took another swallow from the long-necked brown bottle before continuing "Somehow I just never imagined you to be into that sort of thing..."
Yup, he was definitely regretting mentioning it in the first place. Wishing for the couch to open up and swallow him, Harm only gave a grunt and a shrug, hoping that would convince his old flying buddy to drop the topic.
"When did you realise it?"
Fat chance.
"What do you mean, when did I realise it?" Harm shot him an incredulous look "I always knew. I mean, it's a pretty impossible to ignore something that obvious!"
"Okay, then, then when did you discover it?"
"A while ago. By the way, didn't you say you're gonna have an early night tonight because of that flight tomorrow?" Harm directed hopefully at the burly man, knowing this would finally save him.
"Yeah, I do, but this is more important. So, what is it?"
Crash and burn.
Sigh. "D'you really wanna know?"
"I wouldn't have asked..."
"Do you really, REALLY wanna know?"
"Yeah, I do, so quit stalling. Again."
Another sigh and a little rustling, before Harm put the brown, solid thing on the coffee table with a thump.
"Huh." exhaled Keeter as he looked from his friend, who'd leaned back in the couch with the beer bottle to his mouth again, to the small wooden figurine sitting before him. Somehow he liked it. It was kinda ugly, the face was grotesque and it definitely didn't go with a Tomcat, but he liked it.
"You know, I think I'm gonna get myself a fetish as well."
THE END
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