- I'm confused.

I know, sir.

- Well…

Just let me think.

- We should have brought Aspirin.

Probably.

- Alright, then. You think. I'm going to explore.

You do that.

- Thank you, I think I will.

Sam rolled her eyes and watched a he set off down one of the water-filled hallways. They had opened the hatch with surprising ease considering the pressure of the depth. Instead of thinking about the fact that they should still be standing outside, Sam had switched to thinking about what they had found inside.

Water had rushed in with them, filling the space quickly. This meant that there wasn't much space down there to explore, or maybe there was another hatch somewhere that was keeping the water out of the rest…? As it was, the water was disappearing by the second. The hatch had closed behind them and a quiet humming sound had filled the space around them. Sam had suggested that it was some sort of a pump humming while it removed the water, but Jack had decided that it was more ominous, therefore warranting a good look-around.

- - - - -

"What's going on down there, Rodney?" Weir asked for the third time that minute. Rodney turned around irritably and gave her a look.

"I would know sooner if you would stop asking me," then turned back to his work. Elizabeth gave him her own 'look' before turning to go and look for Shepphard.

"Hey, Elizabeth," he greeted her as she walked into the commissary.

"John," she acknowledged, grabbing an apple and joining him. He was alone at his table, the rest of his team and SG-1 were still talking to Ba'al. "Why aren't you with your team?"

"Well, I got all the answers I need, but they felt the need to stand there and glare at him for awhile."

"Oh."

"Any progress on Rodney's part?"

"No."

- - - - -

- I found another hatch, Sam.

Go ahead and open it, I'll be right there.

-What about all that stuff in that room?

Nothing worthwhile. It's mostly just disassembled prototypes. There's a computer that I'd like to have a look at later on, but the water has it on safe-mode; it won't turn on till the pumps have finished.

- Lucky you.

Yes, sir. What did you find?

- A hatch.

Care to be more descriptive?

- Well, there's not really anything else I can say about it… It's- hatchlike. Exactly like the one we came through… there's no water left in here, so we could probably open it without disturbing whatever doohicky's he's got stashed in there for you.

Five minutes later, they were both standing on the other side of the newfound hatch.

- Is that what I think it is?

Yes, sir.

- Wait, how would you know what…

Sir…

- Oh, right.

Why me?!

- What?

Oh, nothing.

- If you say so.

Yeah.

- So this is an uber-spacegun?

Looks like it.

- Sweet.

- - - - -

"Oh, no. What's that? That can't be good!" Rodney said, rushing to find the rest of his team. "Elizabeth!" He found them all just outside of Ba'al's cell.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"Why'd you all turn off your radios?"

"We didn't…" Shepphard said.

"Then why couldn't I contact you?"

"Maybe that whole shaking thing affected them," Vala suggested.

"Sure, okay, anyways… We have a problem," he looked at each of them before continuing. Though there were many raised eyebrows, nobody said anything. "The dots on the map that we assumed were General O'Neill and Colonel Carter disappeared."

"They're dead?" Ronan asked bluntly.

"Again?" Daniel put forward, smiling.

"Why're you smiling, your friends could be dead!"

"I sincerely doubt it."

"Y'know, sometimes I am truly glad that I live a galaxy away from you people, you're very weird."

"And you're not?"

"Point taken."

- - - - -

- Any progress?

Not really.

- Well, this place is kind of old…

I have nothing against old things. She smirked at him and he blushed, getting the picture.

- So… any progress?

No. Her tone was dry and he got the message: Shut up. We need a ZPM. She informed him almost twenty minutes later.

- I know where to find one of those…

Would you mind going and making one?

- Why can't you?

I have to fix these wires. They're old.

- What's wrong with old things?

She smirked. They get tired easily. He gave her an indignant look. I can fix it pretty easily though…

- I'll say you can.

ZPM?

-Fine.

Thank you, Jack.

-I'll be back in a few. He gave her a peck on the cheek before leaving her to her work.

- - - - -

"General!" Weir said, surprised when Jack appeared next to them. They were all still talking in Ba'al's prison chamber. Ba'al was looking disgruntled, though he perked up, interested, when Jack climbed up from a balcony visible through his window. Jack wasn't even wet.

"Jack!" Daniel said, smiling widely.

"We thought you were dead!" Teyla said, looking him over for injuries.

"Well, you know me, I'm rather difficult to kill," he said, patting his chest.

"Not in my experience," Ba'al said, turning his back to them to avoid the dirty looks.

"I don't like you," Jack reminded him.

ZPM! Sam reminded him. The underwater lab was quite a bit creepier when one was alone in it.

"Right," he said, turning tail and jogging toward the room where the ZPM technology was kept.

"What?" The group he left behind asked, following him out. Daniel and Rodney managed to keep up, the rest of the group guessing where they were headed and following at their own pace.

"Wow," Daniel said upon entering the room. Jack already had the thing doing. He was pushing buttons as though he had been doing it his entire life.

-How many do we need?

At least two.

-At least?

Yeah…

-Any preference?

Why don't you bring three?

-Sounds good.

"What's going on, Jack?" Daniel asked after his friend had made two ZPMs and had yet to give any sign that he would be stopping soon.

"We found this big ol' spacegun in an underwater lab. Sam says she needs at least two ZPMs to power it."

"Two?" Rodney asked.

"At least?" Daniel asked. "You mean she's not sure?"

"She's not unsure, she's just having trouble with the wires."

"I could help," Rodney suggested.

NO! Sam's voice reverberated in his skull, Jack winced before replying. "I don't think so, Dr. McKay."

"Why not?"

Because I don't like you? Sam suggested.

"Because you can't get down there," Jack said.

- You could be a little nicer… He could tell she was raising an eyebrow and trying her best to keep here thoughts from him. Smiling, he continued with his work, allowing the machine to shut off after he'd finished the third ZPM.

"Wow," was all Daniel had to say. The pair of doctors trailed after him like a pair of sick puppies when he made his way back to the balcony he'd emerged from the water near. He had a ZPM in each hand, the third tucked under an elbow.

"What's going on, sir?" Mitchell asked, keeping up this time.

"We found a spacegun," Jack said, smiling over his shoulder before jumping off the balcony.

"O'Neill!" Teal'c said, rushing to the railing. Jack was waist deep in water, though none of the water was actually touching him; a force shield was keeping it away from him. It looked like he was standing on air in the ocean. He was smiling at his confused friend.

"I'll be back," he promised, imitating the terminator. Closing his eyes and wrinkling his forehead in concentration, he slowly sank into the water, the bubble keeping the water a good two feet away from him on all sides.

"Weird," Shepphard mumbled to himself. His companions nodded, wondering what they were supposed to be doing while they waited.

- - - - -

- Got 'em.

Thanks.

- Not a problem

Didn't think it would be.

- So. This place is creepy?

A bit.

- Fear not!

Wasn't really all that worried. He mock-scowled at her, handing her the first ZPM and placing the second ZPM in the slot she pointed to. The panel in front of Sam began glowing. A bar appeared, slowly filling with light. Very slowly.

- And that is…?

It's charging. We can't do anything with it till the bar is full.

-How long will that take?

At least another twenty minutes.

-Did you have any ideas of how we could spend that time?

I was thinking about going and having a look at the prototypes out in that other room… She stopped in her tracks, a shiver running up her spine. His eyes had darkened with lust just as his thoughts had. Sir… not in here…

- Why not?

This is a lab!

- Babies are made in labs all the time.

Babies?

- Ignore that.

Plural- Her thoughts were cut off when an extremely pleasant distraction came into view. She smiled at him. At least let's go in the other room so we don't accidentally set off the spacegun.

- Sounds good.

They barely made it through the hatch.