PROLOGUE
Jack O'Neill pulled into his driveway at 2:30 in the morning. Grabbing his duffle bag from the back of his truck, he headed for the front door. He was halfway there when he slowed to a stop. He did a 360 and looked around Every time he came home he felt like someone was watching him. Mentally shaking himself he just put it down from tiredness. He started walking towards the door again, unlocked it and went in. he dropped his duffle and turned on the lamp. Collapsing on the couch, his eyes drifted closed as sleep claimed him.
He watched intently from the bushes. His breathing was steady and calm. He held his breath when Jack stopped for a second, looking into the bushes longer than anywhere else. For the last two weeks he has been coming here every night, waiting for Jack O'Neill to show up. Tomorrow was the day. Tomorrow was finally going to be the day.
TBC...soon. Just have to wait for Kym to get me PART 1. Don't worry I see her at work everyday.