"What's that?" Weir asked, looking out over the balcony. The water was churning and bubbling; it was certainly not normal. "Rodney?" She turned to Rodney who looked just as confused as everybody else but was trying to hide it.

"Just wait," he said, pulling a device out of his pocket and pointing it at the disturbed water.

"Let me out of here this instant!" Ba'al yelled upon seeing the bubbles. He had moved as far away from the disturbance as possible, pressing himself against the other cell wall.

"It's giving off some sort of energy… I can't get any clear readings…" Rodney mused, talking more to himself than the others.

"Sam, Jack?" Daniel asked a moment later. The space gun had come fully out of the water. The top looked like a satellite dish, a Star Trek worthy laser beam generator, if you will. The thing was black and very wet, which was understandable. It looked like it might be made out of naquadah, and Teal'c would confirm it. The dish served as the ceiling for a spherical thing underneath it, complete with portal-type windows. The black outer surface was covered with small dents, when looked at closer it could be seen that they were grips to pull panels open to adjust the device manually. Through the portals, Daniel had spotted Jack and Sam at the main computer console, or rather, Sam at the console and Jack poking at a flashing screen. Jack's mouth twitched into a smirk and Sam's eyes glinted with humor as she rolled them, making Daniel smile himself.

The sphere continued to rise, eventually coming to hover a few feet above the railing of the balcony the teams were standing on. They all stepped away, heat rippling off the dark metal. A few seconds later, one of the panels slid away and Sam and Jack jumped out, smiling.

"We found a big, honkin' space gun!" He grinned. Sam glanced at him sideways, smirking herself. "Okay, fine. Sam found a big, honkin' space gun and she let me drive!" Sam glanced at him again. "Okay, Sam found a big, honkin' space gun and let me come along for the ride." She was the one to grin that time.

"'Big honkin' space gun?'" Rodney asked, approaching it. He wasn't able to reach it, there was some sort of force shield preventing him from getting within three feet of the thing. "What the hell?"

"It's got a weird security system," Jack said with a sigh. "It picks who rides in it and we haven't figured out how to turn it off yet."

Liar.

- What? You'd prefer I tell him that you don't like him so you told it not to let him in?

Not at all. I didn't say I cared that you lied to him, I was just…

- Yeah, yeah, shut up already.

They smiled slightly at each other, wiping their faces clean before Rodney noticed.

"Tell me about it," Rodney prompted, his hands itching to be near it.

"Well," Sam started. Jack rolled his eyes and walked away.

"Where's he going?" Rodney asked, he'd been hoping to get both perspectives on the new technology.

"Commissary," Daniel answered, smiling.

"How would you know?" Rodney asked.

"It's Jack," Daniel said, raising an eyebrow. Rodney narrowed his own eyebrows, not getting it.

- You've got a half an hour before I want to bring that thing back to the Milky Way and test it on the Ori.

Starting big, eh?

- Well, the manual did say it was meant for the big stuff… We could try it on Ba'al if you want…?

How about we put Ba'al on the Ori ship and then blow them both to hell?

- But we already blew hell up. Sam chuckled aloud.

"What?" Rodney asked, as far as he was aware she was listening to his questions about the gun.

"What?" Sam asked, head jerking up. Daniel and Teal'c both rolled their eyes, or at least Daniel did and Teal'c just raised an eyebrow, but that was rolling eyes in Teal'c-speak.

"You laughed. Was one of my questions funny…?"

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't listening," she shrugged. "The General was just reminding me that we already blew up hell…" The rest of SG-1, minus Vala and Mitchell who hadn't been there, chuckled in acknowledgement.

"That was you?" Ba'al asked before lapsing back into silence at the glares he received from his guards.

- - -

An hour later, Jack and Sam were back in the control pod preparing for their flight. They had been surprised to discover that the small thing had faster than light speed capabilities. It had been decided that the pair of them would pilot the pod to a planet known to have a Wraith hive ship in orbit. They would be testing the weapon out on hive ship before reporting back to Atlantis. They'd decided that they'd rather test it before challenging the Ori.

Three hours after their departure, Sam and Jack were back with smiles on their faces. "Congratulations, Atlantis, you have one less hive ship to deal with," Jack said. Everybody smiled for a moment before Weir got a worried look on her face.

"Do they know who attacked?"

"They haven't a clue what hit them," Sam assured her. The blackness of the naquadah the pod was made out of made it incredibly hard to see it even when the cloak wasn't on.

"They weren't even around long enough to send a message to their buddies, either," Jack assured them. They had only fired once, and before the Wraith had even been aware of their presence.

They loaded up on supplies for the ride to the Milky Way. It took the Deadaleaus two weeks to make the journey and it would take the pod at least that long. Intergalactic travel wasn't exactly its primary function; unfortunately, it was too big to fit through the 'gate by about a foot. The other members of SG-1 offered to ride along, but Sam and Jack refused, saying that it would just be easier if it was just them. Their excuse was that if anything went wrong, they were the ones with the special abilities, and on the good side of the Ancients.

So… Sam 'said' after a few hours. They'd set off right away, leaving their teammates to figure out what to do with Ba'al.

- So. Jack responded.

I'm going to start going through the database.

- I'm going to take a nap.

Slightly disappointed, Sam began scrolling through the information.

Are you mad at me? She asked after about five minutes. Jack was pretending to sleep, but he couldn't fool her, and he knew she had wanted him to suggest other plans of action than reading the Ancient data, most of which was already buried in their subconscious.

- Why would I be mad at you?

I don't know. Why did you say you were going to sleep and then not?

- Well, its kind of hard to sleep when my mind is linked to somebody thinking through every aspect of our relationship and hitting all the triggers on our suppressed memories at the same time.

Jack.

- I'm not mad at you, Sam. He paused. I just didn't want you to feel like I was pressuring you into anything.

You, of all people, know that I don't feel pressured.

- It's better to hear it confirmed than to just kind of- 'know.'

Fine, she smiled. I love you, Jack O'Neill, I would follow you anywhere and everywhere. I'm ready for anything you are, I'll do anything you do, and don't ever tell me not to.

He cocked his head slightly to the side.

- But I'm, technically, still your CO…

I think you know what I mean.

- Love you, Sam. He sighed, taking her into his arms.

You too.

Sam didn't end up looking at the data until their third day of the journey, when Jack was tired enough to sleep through her techno-babble laden brain waves.

I know, I know: it's extremely short. I'm sorry! I'm kind of finishing this up and I'm not sure how I want to do it yet. I promise I'm working on it! (ideas welcome)