Within These Walls.

Prologue.

I read somewhere once that "The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra". For me the 'little extra' that propelled my life from an ordinary, if somewhat unfulfilled, existence to a life I couldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams was unfortunately also something I had to keep top secret.

Ironically, it's also the only thing I've ever wanted to scream from the rooftops at the top of my lungs.

What? ...The Stargate? Oh no, no, no. I mean, I can see why you'd think that's what I'm talking about, what with the whole classified thing, but no, I'm not referring to the Gate at all. Yes, finding the key to opening all the wonders of the universe and the secrets held within was absolutely awesome, in the original sense of the word, but what I'm actually referring to is something far, far more unexpected and completely unpredicted. What I'm talking about is one Colonel Jonathan "Jack" O'Neill and how we... well, I'm not even sure how to phrase it exactly. I think Aristotle summed it up best when he describes friendship as "A single soul dwelling in two bodies."

But I'm getting ahead of myself, best to start at the beginning.