Episode tag to 3.6 "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles," in which Bobby considers how Stanley is good for Tara (sorry, no B/T HEA in this one, but Bobby's at least aware of things) and Jack and Sue consider just what "I'll get you, my pretty" could really mean.

AN: I know, I know, I said I don't leave UST and they're all resolved. Jack and Sue are, but no matter how much I ship Bobby and Tara for life, she at LEAST owes Stanley that date! They're just too sweet at the end of the episode for him not to get that much, even if they're not meant to be. So Bobby will have to wait a little longer in this particular story's timeline, but I assure you, in every iteration of any STFBEye fic I ever write, Sue and Jack, and Bobby and Tara, ALWAYS end up together.

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"Welp," Bobby said, "it was nice seeing Tara and Stanley make up, yeah?"

"Mmm," Jack agreed, fighting to get some extra-stringy cheese from his pizza into his mouth. Once he'd swallowed he said, "I really didn't expect her to turn down a date with Adam Kinsey for Stanley, but it really was very sweet."

"Why?" Sue asked. "Tara's never been shallow. A guy being famous isn't better than a guy being someone she clicks with."

"Sure," Lucy agreed, "but you have to admit, she and Adam definitely clicked too. It really was so sweet that Stanley was worried about being fair to her, but it would have been more fair to communicate with her about it."

"Yeah, I reckon she's prob'ly talkin' to him about that tonight over their dinner," Bobby suggested.

"I hope so," Lucy said, nodding hard. "If he decides to be 'gallant and fair' every time he goes away without even talking to her about it, that would be terrible for their relationship."

"Still," Bobby added after a moment, "it's good seeing her with someone who treats her right. She's wasted so much time on all those yabbos she used to date, and Stanley really is good for her."

"Yeah, she really had some awful dates didn't she?" Jack agreed. "Who knows? Maybe Stanley's the one for her."

"Oh, well," Bobby said with what really seemed to be a feigned casualness, tossing a couple fries in his mouth as he spoke, "let's not make assumptions like that, I mean, he's nice and all but I'm not sure he's who she needs for the rest of her life."

"Why not?" Sue argued. "He's sweet, dependable, smart, they have common interests—what else does she need?"

"Oh, I don't know, I just . . . she's so spunky, ya know? I don't imagine she'd really be happy for life with someone so . . . well . . . ."

"Are you calling Stanley boring?" Jack asked, laughing a little.

Bobby put his hands up in defense. "Hey, don't get me wrong, Stan the man is great! He just, uh . . . well, people tend to need that common ground like they have, but they need something a little different too, and Tara seems like she'd need someone a bit more exciting to help her to pull her head out of her tech stuff sometimes and remember to look at the world around her, you know?"

Lucy eyed Bobby suspiciously. "You sound like you've thought a lot about exactly who Tara needs in her life. Anyone specific in mind?"

Bobby turned a bit red as he said quickly, "Nope, uh, I just tend to consider things like that for any of my friends—oh, look, Darcy's here to pick me up, I'll go meet her outside, bye!" and quickly jumped from the table and darted away.

The remaining three looked at each other and blinked a few times. "What just happened?" Sue asked.

"I . . . I'm not entirely sure," Lucy admitted. "But I suspect Bobby may have a secret crush he's been hiding . . . ."

"What? On Tara?" Jack asked. "No way. He would've told me for sure."

"And you've always told him every woman you've been interested in?"

Jack's eyes flicked involuntarily toward Sue before he redirected them down at his plate. "So, anyway," he said, changing the subject completely, "there's this temporary art walk put up by one of the local schools not far from here, anyone want to go check it out after dinner?"

"Sorry," Lucy said, "I promised my mom I'd be home to watch tonight's new JAG."

Jack laughed. "We spend all week working on fighting crime and you go home to watch it on your downtime too?"

"Yeah, well, I spend the week mostly doing your crime-fighting paperwork and TV doesn't come with that," she teased back. "Nah, Mom likes the show and she likes to call and talk about it with me after. Anyway, I guess tonight's episode is something about MPs using excessive force or something, so I'm curious how they'll handle it compared to what we see in real life." She glanced at her watch. "Actually, I should probably run if I'm going to make it on time. Um, are you two all set or—?"

"Yeah, don't worry, we'll be fine," Sue quickly assured her. Lucy gave her thanks and rushed out the door, leaving Jack and Sue in the diner, along with Levi lying obediently at Sue's feet.

"Well," Sue said, "I would love to go see the art installation with you if you want. It sounds interesting."

"Oh, okay, well . . . um, are you still eating or—?"

"Nope, I'm done."

"Well, let's go then."

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"It's a celebration of art throughout the ages," Jack read from a plastic-coated paper at the start of the art walk that led through a nearby park. "Says there are modern student interpretations of everything from cave paintings and classic sculpture to Renaissance art to photography and film."

"Interesting," Sue said, signing the word at the same time. "Let's check it out."

The pieces themselves were in a variety of mediums, all large enough to see from a distance but with signs you had to move in close to read, and all covered or encased in some way to protect them from the elements. Jack and Sue strolled through, taking their time so slowly that Levi wandered around them more often than having to directly walk with them. If the truth were told, though, the slow pace was more for taking time with each other than for dallying over any given art piece.

"This one's fascinating," Sue said, stopping in front of one as they reached the 1900s. It was a mixed media piece, with paragraphs of text at the bottom fading up into a black and white rendering of what appeared to be illustrations from the Frank L. Baum novel of The Wizard of Oz, which then morphed into what appeared to be a black and white still from the movie, which morphed into a color still at the top. It was so seamlessly done that each portion of it could have been the original material if not for it turning into the next portion.

"Oh, there's you," Sue added, pointing to the Wicked Witch in the scene.

"Very funny," Jack replied.

"Well, you did quote her at me earlier. Which I suppose would make that me and that one Levi," she continued, pointing to Dorothy and Toto each in turn.

"Well, if I can't even just go along with the movie quote thing everyone else is doing," he joked, "then I just won't call you my pretty anymore."

"I'm just not sure Levi appreciated being threatened like that."

"What do you think, Levi? Do you forgive me?"

Levi lifted a paw and rested it on Jack's leg for a moment.

"I guess he does," Sue said. "So I guess I'll have to too."

"You have to forgive me for calling you pretty?"

"No, for threatening to get me."

He lowered his eyes, then glanced back at her a little coyly as they started slowly walking again. "Why should that be a threat?"

"Well, it's a threat when the Wicked Witch of the West says it to Dorothy."

"I may have been quoting her words, but that doesn't mean I was mimicking her intent."

"Oh really? What intent might you have meant instead?"

"Well . . . for instance, you could get someone by really understanding them."

"Ah, I see. And do you get me, Jack?"

"I hope so, because you seem to get me more than about anyone else I've ever known."

"Ah. So you didn't mean you'd capture me, you meant you'd understand me?"

"Well, not necessarily, I was only saying that's one possible meaning. But even to capture someone isn't always a negative thing."

"How so?"

"Well, you could capture their interest, capture their focus, capture their heart . . . ."

Her eyebrows rose and he started stuttering. "I, uh . . . I mean, just as some different examples of . . . different meanings."

"Oh. And . . . which of those did you mean?"

He laughed, possibly a little more forced than genuine, and said, "Well, really, we were just playing around with movie quotes, right? You'd brought in the Wizard of Oz reference with the 'man behind the curtain' thing so I just went with it . . . ."

She stopped walking again and looked at him carefully. "Did you?"

He hesitated. "Did I what?"

"Did you just go with it, or did you have a meaning behind it? Did you have a way you thought of getting me or did you mean nothing at all?" The teasing was gone from her voice, replaced by her insatiable curiosity and an intense gaze as though trying to read his soul.

"I . . . have lots of ways I think of getting you. I mean, in that case you were teasing me, as we often do with each other, so there's getting you back for that. And getting you out for . . . for walks like this. And to dinner . . . ."

"And?"

"And . . . what?"

"I don't know, it felt like you were going to say something else."

He paused another few moments, then said, "Do . . . do you really want to know something you can't unknow?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I told you my full answer . . . it might change things."

"Is that bad?"

"It depends on whether you want them changed, and . . . whether you want to be gotten."

She didn't even have to think about it. "What ways would you want to get me Jack? What are all the ways?"

He stepped just a touch closer, reaching to take one of her hands. "I know the ways I can't get you. I can't get you out of my mind. Or my heart. And I don't want to. So instead, I would get you by the hand. I would get you in my arms . . . I would get you by the lips . . . I would get you as my girlfriend . . . and if you really want to know all the ways I would get you?" She nodded. "I would get you . . . a diamond ring. I would get you as my wife, and as mother of my children. And I would get you every day for the rest of our lives . . . because Sue . . . you've already got me. All of me. Without even trying, somehow I'm entirely and wholeheartedly yours."

She gazed at him, awed and at a loss for words. Finally, she managed to whisper, "Jack . . . you've had me for a very long time already. Heart and soul—I'm already yours too."

His face somehow lit up with hope and then joy before it lit up with his actual smile. Then he did exactly as he had said and got her into his arms.

Then their lips met and they both got everything they wanted.