The Right Side of Sunrise
A note before we begin this insanity. Over on LJ, FaithUnbreakable posted her list asking for 24 prompts to write a fic a day for the first 24 days of December. I thought this was a maddening awesome idea and couldn't resist. I've already received all of my prompts so no adding to my list, I love you all, but 24 is going to be a challenge as is. So from here on out, expect a story a day to appear here. Some may be long, some may be short, but they went the way the muse went. Hope you all enjoy the wild ride. Title:
The Right Side of Sunrise By:
FaithUnbreakable - BtVS/SG-1 Buffy/Jack “Yeah, this fishing thing? Not really working.” Rating:
I own none of these characters. Summary:
A beautiful morning on a lake. The Right Side of Sunrise
Buffy watched serenely as the sun crested over the mountains to start the day. Golden shafts of light stretched down towards the water and caused the mist to glow faintly. She snuggled into her blankets a little more and took a sip of the hot chocolate she held tightly between her hands to help ward off the early morning chill.
Jack tightened his arms around her as he took a deep breath of the clear, mountain air. “This is nice,” he breathed on the exhale.
“Mmmhmmm,” she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. “It's rare that I see the sun rising from this perspective. Much better.”
“Told you so,” he said smugly, shifting a little in his seat and causing the rowboat to rock slightly with the motion. “Best time of the world.”
Buffy didn't reply. She only closed her eyes and let the rays of the sun warm her cold face. When she opened her eyes a little later, most of the mist had burned off, leaving only random wisps curling up into the air. “Breakfast?” She asked, finishing the last sip of her hot chocolate.
“It's in the bag,” he said, pointing to the small duffel on the other end of the boat.
She frowned. “No, I mean breakfast, like eggs or even waffles with lots of syrup.”
“I told you we were fishing this morning.”
“Wait, you were serious about that?” She said incredulously, moving out of the circle of his arms to turn and look at him.
“Why else would I have brought my fishing rod and tackle box?” He said with a roll of his eyes.
“I thought you just kept them in the boat,” she said with a little pout. Buffy looked around at the sun that was still barely over the surrounding mountains and the vast openness of the lake. “You're really going to fish now? You promised me pretty scenery and then breakfast.”
“For cryin' out loud, the sunrise wasn't pretty enough?”
“It was, but now breakfast.”
Jack gestured to the bag again. “I said I brought it. If you want more, you'll have to wait until after I fish.”
She thought about pouting until she got her way, but then decided against it. It was nice not having the Goa'uld horde breathing down their neck for a while or any other related disaster. It had been a long several months of disaster after disaster and they really needed this time off. He loved fishing and it made him happy. Which meant, if it made him happy, then it made her happy. Damn, growing up and getting all mature was a pain. Of course, she could always weasel something of her own out of him later.
“Okay,” she replied, moving carefully to the other end of the boat and the supposed food. Just because he said he brought snacks didn't mean they were going to be good.
He frowned at the sudden shift in conversation. “That's it? No more protest?”
“That's it,” she agreed, rummaging around and was happy to find some apple slices and caramel dipping sauce. “Fish away.”
Jack's brown eyes narrowed. “I'm going to regret this later, aren't I?”
“Probably,” she agreed, loading a slice with as much caramel as it could hold before popping it into her mouth. Her eyes closed for a moment against the sweet goodness and she hummed contentedly.
“So, do I get to fish, too?” She asked as she watched him pull out his gear.
“Huh? What?” He asked in confusion.
“Did you bring me a pole, too?” She asked slowly. “If I'm out here, might as well.”
“Uh, no, but I can still show you how, with mine,” he said after a moment, clearly surprised by her request.
Buffy listened closely as he explained how the pole worked and why he chose particular bait. After a few minutes, she said, “Really, I don't need to know every detail, just how to do this. Like I would be doing this without you next to me anyway.”
He chuckled. “Always a woman of action,” he said, placing a small kiss on her cheek.
“Always,” she agreed, leaning into his touch.
Fifteen minutes later, Buffy was casting like a pro and Jack finally decided they could let the hook and bait do its thing. She leaned awkwardly back against him as she ever so slowly reeled the line back in. “This actually isn't as bad as I thought it would be,” she admitted softly.
“I'll resist the urge to say 'I told you so',” he said, his grin evident in his voice.
“Liar,” she said with her own grin, getting ready to cast again.
Buffy lost herself in the gentle rhythm of cast and reel and began to see how Jack could find this so relaxing. The repetitive motions let the mind ease its frantic pace and she could just... be. Right up until she actually got a bite.
“What do I do now?” She cried, feeling the fish tug on the line as it tried to swim away.
“You just pull back against it,” Jack said, a little chuckle in his voice.
“Right, pull back,” she muttered and yanked on the pole.
In retrospect, she shouldn't have used her slayer strength against a measly little fish, but in a moment of panic she had completely forgotten. The unneeded strength against the poor fish caused her to tip backwards into an unsuspecting Jack. For a moment they teetered in the air before falling back into the icy cold water.
Buffy's head broke the surface with a sputter and she looked wildly about for Jack. He appeared just a few feet away and he shook his head, trying to clear the excess water. They quickly swam toward the boat in order to get out of the frigid water as fast as they could, then carefully clambered in.
Jack wrapped Buffy's blanket back around her slim shoulders and rubbed his hands vigorously up and down her arms in an effort to warm her.
She looked up at him between the bedraggled strands of her hair and said, “Yeah, this fishing thing? Really not working.”