Disclaimer: No, I don't own the SGC or SG-1

Spoilers: none that I know of

FYI: the Rowanic culture and the Rowans aren't part of Stargate; have never been mentioned EVER ( I made them up)

Timeframe: probably during season seven (after 3 at least)

From the (mentally recorded) Journal of Davy Jackson

This sucks! I can't believe I'm stuck in Colorado deep within a mountainside with a bunch of weirdos poking and prodding at me. One of them, Daniel or something, won't quit babbling about this stupid artifact on the Rowanic homeworld. The thing is, he keeps calling the place P2X-958 or something like that. The kicker is his "artifact" is an old garbage/waste disposal unit; i.e. a garbage can. The man's a moron.

The woman, Sarah or Samantha, keeps glancing at the computer screen that my "blood work" is being displayed on and shaking her head. I think she suspects I'm from Earth. She seems intelligent, though.

There's a second guy, standing around looking useless. I think he's the leader of this group, mostly because the woman keeps calling him "sir". The artifact-babbler calls him "Jack", also. I think this "Jack" is more used to fieldwork because he looks totally out of place and he keeps muttering something about "Claymores" (Earth explosives).

The last guy looks like a robot. He just stands there with a frown on his face, like he's never smiled before in his life. He's got an upside-down omega sign on his forehead in gold. I think it's the mark of Apophis and this guy is, or rather was, his first prime. He seems intelligent enough. I'm fairly certain he's also a Jaffa.

Daniel is a linguist, I think, because he keeps trying to talk to me. He's tried French, English, Spanish, German, Swedish, what sounds like Ancient Egyptian or Abydosian (from the planet of Abydos), and the common language of the Goa'uld.

Samantha is a doctor of sorts, I think. She seems most comfortable with the machines she keeps tinkering with. Jack and the Jaffa seem hopelessly inept. They're probably more into fieldwork and the like. Daniel appears to be happy babbling away to me in a dozen different languages.

Anyway, when Sam poked me with a needle to draw blood, I did the worst the thing possible. I yelled, "Ouch! That stung!" I suppose the only good thing was that I yelled it in Ancient.

The four of them stared at me like I had just levitated six feet off the ground, which, I might add, is entirely possible.