A/N: This is for Jann (Starlover) over at GW cause she wondered...


The tension was like a living thing, growing and mounting the closer he got, striving for a release he couldn't give. He wouldn't give… Not yet. Not until he was finished.

But it was nearly there. Almost time. The tension had grown exquisite… his control over it perfect. Complete…

The world dissolved in a flash of white around him.

"Dammit, Walter. I was so close…" And with a disgusted look, General Jack O'Neill thrust his now useless fishing rod, the severed line dripping puddles of pond water all over his usually immaculate Pentagon office floor, out to his hapless aide.