Sam-Al, Sam-Miles
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xp_logsSam comes by Alison's room to see if it's all right if he and Miles go fishing. Alison is proud that Miles asked Sam all by himself, and quickly consents. There's some awkwardness and mutual mocking voices inside of heads. Lord, are these two dense.
Sam paused at Alison's door. He wasn't exactly sure how Miles had maneuvered him into this, but all he knew was that the young green boy was dead set on Sam teaching him how to fish. Sam figured the polite thing to do was make sure it was all right with Miles' mother. The fact that Miles' mother was Sam's ex-girlfriend (his very beautiful rock star ex-girlfriend) complicated matters. Shrugging to himself, he lifted a hand and rapped 'shave-and-a-haircut' on the door.
One could practically hear the pause on the other side of the door before the door opened, Alison peeking out from the other side of the door, blinking a bit. The expression soon changed to a smile though and she opened the door further, leaving him enough room to enter if he wanted. "Hey," was pretty much all the greeting she could manage though, but thankfully the 'right, very wordy there Blaire' remained solidly in the back of her head and not at all perceptible on her features.
"Hey yourself," Sam managed in reply. Even if Alison's slight insecurity had been obvious, Sam probably would have missed it in his own internal mocking voice telling him much the same things. "How ya been?" he asked quietly, basking in the warmth of her smile.
"Good," she replied, which was true. In a way. Even if she'd had to haul Nathan to the infirmary not long ago and she had entirely forgotten to ask him to spar with her so she could figure out what the hell was wrong with her. Even though she already had a pretty good idea. "It's so nice to have a real shower," she sighed, eyes glazing over a bit because yes, running water was a Divine Gift. Ever since Asgard, this had been a Fact. No doubt about it. So was shopping. And malls. And spas.
Sam grinned at the beatific expression on Alison's face. As much as he enjoyed the huge amount of hot water in the mansion, he felt a need to tweak Alison's nose a bit. "You city girls," he drawled slowly. "Your idea of 'roughin' it' is a Holiday Inn that only got three stars." His soft smile took the bite out of the words, as he was just as grateful to have everyone back safe from Asgard, but most especially Alison and Paige.
Alison wrinkled her nose at that, shaking her head with a mildly horrified expression. "Nuh huh. The mattresses are horrible at those. And after you've been at the New Asia Tomson in Shanghai..." she sighed wistfully. "Now that is a hotel. Even if you're better off avoiding the hotel food there."
Sam laughed softly. "Now _there_ is the Al I know..." he managed to stop just shy of adding a habitual 'and love' to the end of the phrase. He shook his head slowly, trying to remember why it was they had broken up in the first place. If he was being brutally honest with himself, yes, he did still love her.
Too close. That was pretty much all Alison could think really, all of a sudden, so she remedied the situation by taking a step back, holding her breath for a moment. "Hey. I'm a city girl and I know it." She nodded firmly, before posing in an exaggerated model kind of way.
Though he lacked Doug Ramsey's ability to interpret body language, Alison's need for space was pretty obvious, and Sam gave it to her gladly, trying to figure out why he was so nervous and shy himself. "Ah'm not sayin' this country boy can't appreciate the finer things in life," he said. "Just givin' ya a bit of a hard time is all."
"I know, silly," she smiled at him, chuckling softly. It was just easier to fall into the rockstar mold than anything else just now, for some reason. "But you didn't come here to talk to me just about that, did you? What can I do for you?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
Sam nodded. To the point, that was his Al. His mind shied away from pondering whether or not she was precisely 'his', or if she would want to be again, and kept to the conversation at hand. "Well," he said, "it seems that Miles has that li'l heart of his set on learning how to fish, and he seems to need someone to teach him. Ah seem to have been volunteered, so Ah thought Ah'd come up to make sure it's all right with you."
A pause followed, with Alison's mouth opening in a silent "o" as her eyes widened a bit in surprise. "He... really?" She smiled at that, far too pleased with the notion for reasons that mainly (if not all) had to do with Miles. "He went up to you and actually asked outright for it?" Progress. Oh, so much much progress in what likely seemed like something so simple to everyone else.
Sam nodded, seeing the pride in Alison's expression. Remembering how tentative the boy had been when he had first been brought back to the mansion, Sam realized what this meant to Alison. "He was definitely a mite nervous, but he was almost forceful about it. S'pose it helps that Ah'm around the young'uns a fair bit, and he's had a chance to get used to me."
"The horses too," she replied automatically. "How you act around the horses. And all that." She couldn't help it, grinning widely at him, not quite bouncing but heading there in a very certain way. "Of course it's fine with me!" she all but sang out the words. She'd have trusted Miles to be alone with Sam any day, but that it had been the little boy's own choice made it even that much simpler.
Sam smiled in instinctive response to the wide grin on Alison's face. "Ah'd invite you along, but Ah think this ought to be a 'boys day out' sort of thing," he said.
"Sounds like that to me too," she murmured in reply, a light still dancing in her eyes. "Let me know how it went? Although I've no doubt Miles will have a whole lot to say about everything." She grinned and chuckled at the thought. "Is Artie tagging along too?"
Sam shrugged and scratched his head. "He didn't say anything about Artie comin' along, so Ah don't think so. Ah get the impression it's just a him and me sort of deal."
Well, wasn't that something novel? "Cute. Consider yourself lucky – he and Artie are usually attached at the hip." She winked at him, knowing he was just as aware of that fact as she was.
Sam nodded. "Could be he's got somethin' up his sleeve. Like maybe he wants to make sure Ah'm fit to be friends with his momma." He smiled, pretty sure Miles had already formed an opinion on that subject.
Laughter greeted that comment, although Alison had to admit he likely had a point with that, not that she was going to say so out loud. She remembered only too well how pugnacious Miles tended to be whenever Guido was around, for one thing. "Well, you'll just have to be on your best behavior then, mmm? Lemme know when you and Miles head off," although it was a given he would, being Sam and all, "and I'll look forward to the tall fish tales when you come back."
Sam nodded. "Ah'm always on my best behavior, Al," he responded in a false lofty tone. "Momma raised this ol' country boy right, after all." He grinned. "And Ah'm sure the tales'll be pretty tall, unless Miles is a better hand at fishin' than Ah am. Daddy and Ah went fishin' a lot, but Ah just never seemed to be all that good at it. On the other hand, Gee's a pretty fair fisherwoman, but she's always got to be the best there is," he said with a sad twist to his smile.
Yes. She remembered only too well how Sam was always on his best behaviour. It had been, and she still remembered that only too well, exquisitely frustrating. But that was the past now.
"Miles asked you to take him fishing," she just said, resisting the urge to reach out just for a moment before lightly placing her fingertips on the top of his hand. Only for a moment though, before her arm fell to her side again. "So. Whenever you want. Just let me know you two are heading off, mmm?"
"Yes, ma'am," Sam replied, touching fingers to the brim of an imaginary cap. "Matter of fact, Ah don't have anything on my schedule for the rest of the day, so Ah'm thinkin' Ah may just go see if he wants to pack up a picnic basket and head out this afternoon. So, if you'll excuse me..." he said with a smile.
She smiled at him, delight evident on her features. "I can't wait to hear all the fish stories," she nodded, leaning in the doorway for a moment as he walked away.
~*~
The boys go out fishing. Apparenly Miles has a Plan. And a List. And a serious jones to bring back fresh fish for Lorna to cook. Cuteness abounds.
After leaving Alison's room, Sam decided the best place to look for Miles first would be the room the young boy shared with Artie. Wandering into the suite, he found the correct room and tapped on the door. "Miles? Artie? Y'all in there and fit for visitors?" He heard a bit of boyish giggling through the door, indicating Miles at least was in the room. He smiled and waited patiently for the door to open.
"Artie has homework to do!" The door finally popped open, Miles peering out and then slowly up at Sam. The question quickly faded from his eyes and he smiled up a bit at him, hopefully. "Artie keeps making images of Miles as a bug. Did Sam want to go fishing now?"
Sam chuckled and ruffled his hand across Miles' head before leaning against the door casually and tucking his thumbs through the loops of his belt. "Well, Ah ain't doin' anythin' right now, and your momma said it was okay, so if you got all your homework done, there just might be a picnic basket waitin' in the kitchen and a couple fishin' poles outside the back door..."
"Miles is done!" was the prompt reply, a picture of a green stick boy running around madly floating above his head before he ducked back inside. The Artie created drawing popped out of existence for a moment, then back again, on and off a few more times and drawing snickers from both boys in the process as Artie added more to it with each re-appearance until a real tornado floated around picture Miles - it faded from lack of concentration after a moment, the boy giggling madly. Miles popped out of the room with an eager grin, waving once at Artie before looking up at Sam, clearly ready to go fishing.
It was a quick jaunt down to the kitchen to obtain the picnic basket Sam had packed in preparation for the adventure, and they picked up a pair of poles leaning beside the back door. One was obviously Sam-sized, while the other was more suited to Miles. The pair strolled down the path towards a secluded bit of shoreline on the lake Sam had already picked out as a likely spot. Setting down the picnic basket, Sam grinned at Miles, looking a bit like a kid excited to play a bit of hooky himself. "So, what do ya think? Fishin' first?" he asked Miles.
Although food was always a consideration for the young boy, it was after all sitting right next to them and in plain sight to boot. That gave him the justification to wait a bit longer and instead bounce a bit, replying very firmly. "Miles thinks fishing first is best!" To say that he looked excited would be an understatement to say the least - not only was this a small part of his plan, which he'd shared with absolutely no one, but he would get to bring fresh fish back for Lorna to cook, as well!
Sam nodded. "Fishin' it is, then." He rummaged around in the tackle box he'd brought along, first producing a pair of hooks that both tied to the end of their lines, making sure Miles had tied his on firmly. Then, it was back into the box for a pair of colorful lures that got the same treatment. Finally, it was time. With a wide smile, Sam counted off. "One, two..." And on "three" the pair flicked their rods forward, casting their hooks out into the lake. Sitting down and resting his back against the broad trunk of a tree, Sam motioned for Miles to join him as they waited for a nibble.
Now this required thought, in Miles' estimation. Flopping down on his stomach was an option, but then he'd have to let go of the fishing rod when (not if!) something took the bait. Then again, leaning on the tree next to Sam was possible, if barely so - it's not as though he minded leaning halfway on Sam anyway. Sam was safe people, through and through and mama did use to date him.
Which was why he'd made The List, of course.
Settling down with a cheerful grin and a very careful grip on the rod, Miles beamed up at him. "Will it take long for the fish to bite so Miles can bring some home?" To Lorna, of course. After showing them to everyone else.
Sam chuckled. "Ah suppose that depends on whether you're a better hand with a fishin' rod than me," he replied. "Mah poppa used to take me out fishin' a lot, but Ah never quite had the knack for it. Paige, now she's got the magic touch when it comes to fishin'. Probably seein' as she has to be the best at everythin'," he joked. "But when Ah scouted this little spot out, the fish seemed pretty active, so Ah wouldn't be surprised if we don't have to wait too long."
"Miles wants to catch many fish." The boy nodded wisely, hands curling around the handle of the rod still as he shared his attention between watching the water and looking up at Sam now and then. Sam was cheerful and unfailingly polite - Miles had never seen him lose his temper, not once. That was good. Very good. And besides, Miles liked him and though that wasn't one of the biggest criteria, it was somewhere on the list.
He nodded to himself a bit then looked out at the water again, trying not to fidget. It hadn't been that long and he could be a bit more patient. Maybe. "Are the fish hungry today?"
Sam chuckled slightly at Miles' boyish impatience. He remembered being that age and being every bit as impatient to get a nibble, and bring back a big fish to show off to everyone else. "They seemed pretty hungry earlier," he replied. "Matter of fact..." he trailed off as Miles' lure began to bob slightly, and then suddenly it went under and Miles' line jerked.
Miles eyes widened, a gasp escaping him as he made sure to keep a firm grasp on the fishing rod while somehow scrambling to stand up at the same time. "Miles has a fish! Miles has a fish!" He yelped and remembered that Sam had told him he had to pull firmly once to hook the fish, which he did promptly. The tip of the row bowed in response, the fish now caught on the other end of the line putting up a good fight.
Sam grinned at the intense look of concentration on Miles' face. Ignoring his own line for the time being, he watched carefully to see if Miles needed any help reeling in the fish, letting the young boy handle it for the time being, but ready to step in if he was needed.
It took a moment for Miles to remember that now that he had the fish hooked, bringing it in was a good way of making sure it made its way to Lorna's frying pan. "Oh!" Bracing himself while grinning wildly, Miles started to reel the fish in, tip of the line bobbing about as the fish tried to free itself, to no avail.
After several minutes of struggle, and right when it looked like Sam might have to step in to spell Miles, the young boy reeled in a smallish brown trout. Not the biggest fish in the lake, but definitely big enough to keep, and a fair accomplishment for a boy of Miles' size. Sam dropped the fish into a cooler he'd brought along just for this purpose. "Looks like someone might be havin' trout for dinner tonight," he said, with a congratulatory squeeze of Miles' shoulder. "What say we bag ourselves a few more?"
"Miles would like that!" The boy beamed at him approvingly, bouncing a bit in place before making himself stop - this had been a good idea and was fun, and clearly Sam was easily enjoying this too. This was a Good Thing. With a cheerful grin checked over his lure carefully himself to make sure it was still good for more fishing, before throwing the line again in the water.
Sam paused at Alison's door. He wasn't exactly sure how Miles had maneuvered him into this, but all he knew was that the young green boy was dead set on Sam teaching him how to fish. Sam figured the polite thing to do was make sure it was all right with Miles' mother. The fact that Miles' mother was Sam's ex-girlfriend (his very beautiful rock star ex-girlfriend) complicated matters. Shrugging to himself, he lifted a hand and rapped 'shave-and-a-haircut' on the door.
One could practically hear the pause on the other side of the door before the door opened, Alison peeking out from the other side of the door, blinking a bit. The expression soon changed to a smile though and she opened the door further, leaving him enough room to enter if he wanted. "Hey," was pretty much all the greeting she could manage though, but thankfully the 'right, very wordy there Blaire' remained solidly in the back of her head and not at all perceptible on her features.
"Hey yourself," Sam managed in reply. Even if Alison's slight insecurity had been obvious, Sam probably would have missed it in his own internal mocking voice telling him much the same things. "How ya been?" he asked quietly, basking in the warmth of her smile.
"Good," she replied, which was true. In a way. Even if she'd had to haul Nathan to the infirmary not long ago and she had entirely forgotten to ask him to spar with her so she could figure out what the hell was wrong with her. Even though she already had a pretty good idea. "It's so nice to have a real shower," she sighed, eyes glazing over a bit because yes, running water was a Divine Gift. Ever since Asgard, this had been a Fact. No doubt about it. So was shopping. And malls. And spas.
Sam grinned at the beatific expression on Alison's face. As much as he enjoyed the huge amount of hot water in the mansion, he felt a need to tweak Alison's nose a bit. "You city girls," he drawled slowly. "Your idea of 'roughin' it' is a Holiday Inn that only got three stars." His soft smile took the bite out of the words, as he was just as grateful to have everyone back safe from Asgard, but most especially Alison and Paige.
Alison wrinkled her nose at that, shaking her head with a mildly horrified expression. "Nuh huh. The mattresses are horrible at those. And after you've been at the New Asia Tomson in Shanghai..." she sighed wistfully. "Now that is a hotel. Even if you're better off avoiding the hotel food there."
Sam laughed softly. "Now _there_ is the Al I know..." he managed to stop just shy of adding a habitual 'and love' to the end of the phrase. He shook his head slowly, trying to remember why it was they had broken up in the first place. If he was being brutally honest with himself, yes, he did still love her.
Too close. That was pretty much all Alison could think really, all of a sudden, so she remedied the situation by taking a step back, holding her breath for a moment. "Hey. I'm a city girl and I know it." She nodded firmly, before posing in an exaggerated model kind of way.
Though he lacked Doug Ramsey's ability to interpret body language, Alison's need for space was pretty obvious, and Sam gave it to her gladly, trying to figure out why he was so nervous and shy himself. "Ah'm not sayin' this country boy can't appreciate the finer things in life," he said. "Just givin' ya a bit of a hard time is all."
"I know, silly," she smiled at him, chuckling softly. It was just easier to fall into the rockstar mold than anything else just now, for some reason. "But you didn't come here to talk to me just about that, did you? What can I do for you?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
Sam nodded. To the point, that was his Al. His mind shied away from pondering whether or not she was precisely 'his', or if she would want to be again, and kept to the conversation at hand. "Well," he said, "it seems that Miles has that li'l heart of his set on learning how to fish, and he seems to need someone to teach him. Ah seem to have been volunteered, so Ah thought Ah'd come up to make sure it's all right with you."
A pause followed, with Alison's mouth opening in a silent "o" as her eyes widened a bit in surprise. "He... really?" She smiled at that, far too pleased with the notion for reasons that mainly (if not all) had to do with Miles. "He went up to you and actually asked outright for it?" Progress. Oh, so much much progress in what likely seemed like something so simple to everyone else.
Sam nodded, seeing the pride in Alison's expression. Remembering how tentative the boy had been when he had first been brought back to the mansion, Sam realized what this meant to Alison. "He was definitely a mite nervous, but he was almost forceful about it. S'pose it helps that Ah'm around the young'uns a fair bit, and he's had a chance to get used to me."
"The horses too," she replied automatically. "How you act around the horses. And all that." She couldn't help it, grinning widely at him, not quite bouncing but heading there in a very certain way. "Of course it's fine with me!" she all but sang out the words. She'd have trusted Miles to be alone with Sam any day, but that it had been the little boy's own choice made it even that much simpler.
Sam smiled in instinctive response to the wide grin on Alison's face. "Ah'd invite you along, but Ah think this ought to be a 'boys day out' sort of thing," he said.
"Sounds like that to me too," she murmured in reply, a light still dancing in her eyes. "Let me know how it went? Although I've no doubt Miles will have a whole lot to say about everything." She grinned and chuckled at the thought. "Is Artie tagging along too?"
Sam shrugged and scratched his head. "He didn't say anything about Artie comin' along, so Ah don't think so. Ah get the impression it's just a him and me sort of deal."
Well, wasn't that something novel? "Cute. Consider yourself lucky – he and Artie are usually attached at the hip." She winked at him, knowing he was just as aware of that fact as she was.
Sam nodded. "Could be he's got somethin' up his sleeve. Like maybe he wants to make sure Ah'm fit to be friends with his momma." He smiled, pretty sure Miles had already formed an opinion on that subject.
Laughter greeted that comment, although Alison had to admit he likely had a point with that, not that she was going to say so out loud. She remembered only too well how pugnacious Miles tended to be whenever Guido was around, for one thing. "Well, you'll just have to be on your best behavior then, mmm? Lemme know when you and Miles head off," although it was a given he would, being Sam and all, "and I'll look forward to the tall fish tales when you come back."
Sam nodded. "Ah'm always on my best behavior, Al," he responded in a false lofty tone. "Momma raised this ol' country boy right, after all." He grinned. "And Ah'm sure the tales'll be pretty tall, unless Miles is a better hand at fishin' than Ah am. Daddy and Ah went fishin' a lot, but Ah just never seemed to be all that good at it. On the other hand, Gee's a pretty fair fisherwoman, but she's always got to be the best there is," he said with a sad twist to his smile.
Yes. She remembered only too well how Sam was always on his best behaviour. It had been, and she still remembered that only too well, exquisitely frustrating. But that was the past now.
"Miles asked you to take him fishing," she just said, resisting the urge to reach out just for a moment before lightly placing her fingertips on the top of his hand. Only for a moment though, before her arm fell to her side again. "So. Whenever you want. Just let me know you two are heading off, mmm?"
"Yes, ma'am," Sam replied, touching fingers to the brim of an imaginary cap. "Matter of fact, Ah don't have anything on my schedule for the rest of the day, so Ah'm thinkin' Ah may just go see if he wants to pack up a picnic basket and head out this afternoon. So, if you'll excuse me..." he said with a smile.
She smiled at him, delight evident on her features. "I can't wait to hear all the fish stories," she nodded, leaning in the doorway for a moment as he walked away.
~*~
The boys go out fishing. Apparenly Miles has a Plan. And a List. And a serious jones to bring back fresh fish for Lorna to cook. Cuteness abounds.
After leaving Alison's room, Sam decided the best place to look for Miles first would be the room the young boy shared with Artie. Wandering into the suite, he found the correct room and tapped on the door. "Miles? Artie? Y'all in there and fit for visitors?" He heard a bit of boyish giggling through the door, indicating Miles at least was in the room. He smiled and waited patiently for the door to open.
"Artie has homework to do!" The door finally popped open, Miles peering out and then slowly up at Sam. The question quickly faded from his eyes and he smiled up a bit at him, hopefully. "Artie keeps making images of Miles as a bug. Did Sam want to go fishing now?"
Sam chuckled and ruffled his hand across Miles' head before leaning against the door casually and tucking his thumbs through the loops of his belt. "Well, Ah ain't doin' anythin' right now, and your momma said it was okay, so if you got all your homework done, there just might be a picnic basket waitin' in the kitchen and a couple fishin' poles outside the back door..."
"Miles is done!" was the prompt reply, a picture of a green stick boy running around madly floating above his head before he ducked back inside. The Artie created drawing popped out of existence for a moment, then back again, on and off a few more times and drawing snickers from both boys in the process as Artie added more to it with each re-appearance until a real tornado floated around picture Miles - it faded from lack of concentration after a moment, the boy giggling madly. Miles popped out of the room with an eager grin, waving once at Artie before looking up at Sam, clearly ready to go fishing.
It was a quick jaunt down to the kitchen to obtain the picnic basket Sam had packed in preparation for the adventure, and they picked up a pair of poles leaning beside the back door. One was obviously Sam-sized, while the other was more suited to Miles. The pair strolled down the path towards a secluded bit of shoreline on the lake Sam had already picked out as a likely spot. Setting down the picnic basket, Sam grinned at Miles, looking a bit like a kid excited to play a bit of hooky himself. "So, what do ya think? Fishin' first?" he asked Miles.
Although food was always a consideration for the young boy, it was after all sitting right next to them and in plain sight to boot. That gave him the justification to wait a bit longer and instead bounce a bit, replying very firmly. "Miles thinks fishing first is best!" To say that he looked excited would be an understatement to say the least - not only was this a small part of his plan, which he'd shared with absolutely no one, but he would get to bring fresh fish back for Lorna to cook, as well!
Sam nodded. "Fishin' it is, then." He rummaged around in the tackle box he'd brought along, first producing a pair of hooks that both tied to the end of their lines, making sure Miles had tied his on firmly. Then, it was back into the box for a pair of colorful lures that got the same treatment. Finally, it was time. With a wide smile, Sam counted off. "One, two..." And on "three" the pair flicked their rods forward, casting their hooks out into the lake. Sitting down and resting his back against the broad trunk of a tree, Sam motioned for Miles to join him as they waited for a nibble.
Now this required thought, in Miles' estimation. Flopping down on his stomach was an option, but then he'd have to let go of the fishing rod when (not if!) something took the bait. Then again, leaning on the tree next to Sam was possible, if barely so - it's not as though he minded leaning halfway on Sam anyway. Sam was safe people, through and through and mama did use to date him.
Which was why he'd made The List, of course.
Settling down with a cheerful grin and a very careful grip on the rod, Miles beamed up at him. "Will it take long for the fish to bite so Miles can bring some home?" To Lorna, of course. After showing them to everyone else.
Sam chuckled. "Ah suppose that depends on whether you're a better hand with a fishin' rod than me," he replied. "Mah poppa used to take me out fishin' a lot, but Ah never quite had the knack for it. Paige, now she's got the magic touch when it comes to fishin'. Probably seein' as she has to be the best at everythin'," he joked. "But when Ah scouted this little spot out, the fish seemed pretty active, so Ah wouldn't be surprised if we don't have to wait too long."
"Miles wants to catch many fish." The boy nodded wisely, hands curling around the handle of the rod still as he shared his attention between watching the water and looking up at Sam now and then. Sam was cheerful and unfailingly polite - Miles had never seen him lose his temper, not once. That was good. Very good. And besides, Miles liked him and though that wasn't one of the biggest criteria, it was somewhere on the list.
He nodded to himself a bit then looked out at the water again, trying not to fidget. It hadn't been that long and he could be a bit more patient. Maybe. "Are the fish hungry today?"
Sam chuckled slightly at Miles' boyish impatience. He remembered being that age and being every bit as impatient to get a nibble, and bring back a big fish to show off to everyone else. "They seemed pretty hungry earlier," he replied. "Matter of fact..." he trailed off as Miles' lure began to bob slightly, and then suddenly it went under and Miles' line jerked.
Miles eyes widened, a gasp escaping him as he made sure to keep a firm grasp on the fishing rod while somehow scrambling to stand up at the same time. "Miles has a fish! Miles has a fish!" He yelped and remembered that Sam had told him he had to pull firmly once to hook the fish, which he did promptly. The tip of the row bowed in response, the fish now caught on the other end of the line putting up a good fight.
Sam grinned at the intense look of concentration on Miles' face. Ignoring his own line for the time being, he watched carefully to see if Miles needed any help reeling in the fish, letting the young boy handle it for the time being, but ready to step in if he was needed.
It took a moment for Miles to remember that now that he had the fish hooked, bringing it in was a good way of making sure it made its way to Lorna's frying pan. "Oh!" Bracing himself while grinning wildly, Miles started to reel the fish in, tip of the line bobbing about as the fish tried to free itself, to no avail.
After several minutes of struggle, and right when it looked like Sam might have to step in to spell Miles, the young boy reeled in a smallish brown trout. Not the biggest fish in the lake, but definitely big enough to keep, and a fair accomplishment for a boy of Miles' size. Sam dropped the fish into a cooler he'd brought along just for this purpose. "Looks like someone might be havin' trout for dinner tonight," he said, with a congratulatory squeeze of Miles' shoulder. "What say we bag ourselves a few more?"
"Miles would like that!" The boy beamed at him approvingly, bouncing a bit in place before making himself stop - this had been a good idea and was fun, and clearly Sam was easily enjoying this too. This was a Good Thing. With a cheerful grin checked over his lure carefully himself to make sure it was still good for more fishing, before throwing the line again in the water.
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Date: 2004-10-06 06:07 am (UTC)Though Lorna isn't there to cook the fish. She says there is space in the freezer for it until she gets back or Miles can go fishing again with Sam and catch her more.
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Date: 2004-10-07 04:56 am (UTC)Some guys get you flowers, others leave you fish in the fridge. ;)