Author's Notes: So this is it for this story! I hope it was at least marginally fun for you; I kinda lost steam at the end (not that it had much steam to begin with), but I enjoyed some random team conversation, which is always a good time... at least in my little reality. This last chapter is super short, but hopefully it wraps things up.

"What are you doing up?"

Daniel turned in his chair to find Jack shuffling toward him in a T-shirt and pajama bottoms.

"Couldn't sleep." He replied. "You?"

Jack thoroughly mussed his hair. "Thought I heard someone moving around."

Daniel's eyes dropped to his coffee mug atop the rough table he and Jack were sitting at and merely nodded until realization hit him. "Oh. Sorry."

Jack yawned and waved a hand. "No problem." He replied easily.

They sat for a few moments in silence.

"I thought Frasier said you weren't supposed to have coffee for awhile." Jack spoke first.

Daniel took a rebellious sip. "Janet's not here, is she?"

Jack stared and considered that a moment. "Decaf?" he questioned.

"Yeah." Daniel answered, resigned, making a face as he took another drink.

Jack nodded and began playing with the salt and pepper shakers that sat on the middle of the table. Daniel silently watched while his friend made little mounds of salt and tried to balance the glass holders on top.

"Thanks, Jack."

Head down and close to the tabletop to more accurately balance the shakers, Jack looked up with a puzzled expression.

"Thanks for teaching me how to fish." Daniel supplied. "That, uh… that lesson about bait… and lures, especially –" he trailed off.

Jack continued with the salt mounds. "Just trying to teach you how to stay on top of the food chain, Danny."

Daniel frowned. "Yeah. I'm sure it'll be very useful if I ever go somewhere with you know, water… that actually has fish in it and am equipped with rod and tackle box."

Jack paused again in his task and looked to Daniel thoughtfully. "You know, come to think of it, I don't think I've ever caught a fish in this pond."

Daniel's eyebrows went up. "And how long have you been coming here?"

"Since I was a kid." Jack swept the salt off the table and onto the floor and leaned back comfortably in his chair. "Cabin's been in my family for years."

Daniel closed his eyes and dropped his head. Somewhat wearily, he rubbed his forehead and stood. "Well… night, Jack."

"Daniel?" Jack's voiced stopped him.

"Yeah?"

"Next on the list is teaching you how to duck when someone's shooting at you."

Thanks for reading!