AN: Lets face it. We all know Walter is the one who is really in charge.

"Bitch better have my money" – Episode 10

Walter was the defacto betting pool master. Oh sure sometimes Sergeant Amos handles it if Walter actually took a day off but when was the last time he did that? Colonel O'Neill was fond of rather silly bets like would Major Carter take the day off on her day off. Teal'c was not one for bets. Calling them sure. Walter had turned to the large Jaffa for odds on more than one occasion. Even General Hammond on more than on occasion has made a bet or two. Usually a rather optimistic one and won each time. Walter kind of liked that about his CO. Overall, the guys were pretty good about paying up when they lost.

Almost all of them.

There was this one guy who lost pretty often. He wasn't really not sure if it's he's just really bad at guessing the odds or he really doesn't care and is just doing it because everyone else is doing it but he's a giant welsh. Walter had to force him to pay up before he could place a new bet more than once already. And that's not to say that the occasional airman didn't pay up but this guy had the money. He just didn't like being wrong even though he was wrong pretty often.

"Sergeant." Colonel O'Neill said to him in a friendly voice. Even when Jack was tired and running on too much coffee and ennui he was always friendly with himself and Sylvester Walter noted. The Colonel cared about his people more than he was supposed to. Especially his team but his whole entire staff wasn't immune to the man checking up on them, asking how their families were. O'Neill knew the names of everyone's kids and their dogs too. Remembered birthdays and what their wives did for a living and would ask after a kid who had been sick or a spouse that lost a job. He might struggle with how to pronounce neutrino but he knew everyone and what their goals were. Half the time he did it in such a way that the other person had no idea how genuinely intelligent the man was either.

"Colonel O'Neill, would it be possible to say something to someone for me?" Walter asked him.

"Sure Walter. Someone causing a problem?"

"Not directly sir, it's just… he might actually listen to you."

"Oh?"

"Well, he's a nice guy and all but I can't seem to get through to him that if he makes a bet and he loses he has to pay up."

Jack pulled on his lip thoughtfully. "Why do you think he'll listen to me Walter? I can make him pay you but if you want intimidation Teal'c is your guy."

Walter frowned thoughtfully. "Respectfully sir I don't think Teal'c scares him."

"Oh?"

"He um… knows him too well to be afraid of him."

Jack looked at Walter thoughtfully. "Are we talking about who I think we are talking about?"

"Er, yes sir and that's why I asked you in particular to say something to him."

"Gotcha." Jack nodded firmly. "All right. I need to go check on the kids anyway. I'll mention it."

"Thank you sir." Walter said in genuine appreciation.

'Don't mention it." Jack said affably and dropped his personnel evaluations in Hammond's in box before leaving the control room that doubled as Walter's office.

An hour later Jack casually strolled into the cluttered lab of the person Water had asked him to talk to.

"Oh Danny Boy…" Jack sing songed cheerfully.

"Kind of busy Jack." Daniel grumbled without lifting his nose from his book.

"Too busy to pay the piper?"

"What?" Daniel asked, clearly confused.

"Walter says you've been hosing the betting squares."

"I've… what?"

"Welshing, walking out, dodging…" Jack supplied.

"Why is it you're a walking thesaurus when you want to be but can't pronounce simple words?"

"I don't want to." Jack said in false offence. "Pay Walter or stop betting on stuff." Jack said.

"Daniel frowned. "It's not like I don't plan to."

"Pay him today Danny. You're making me look bad." Jack said pointedly.

"Ok, yah fine, I'll pay up today."

"Good talk Danny." Jack said and left whistling. He ran into Walter who had been eavesdropping by the door. "He'll pay you today. Don't take any of his bets unless he pays upfront." Jack told the Sergeant who was a solid foot shorter than him.

"Thank you sir." Walter said gratefully and walked away.

"No problemo." Jack said affably as he walked away.

"Bitch better have my money." Walter muttered under his breath.