SG-1/X-Files Crossover.

This is my 'for fun' series, so be warned thatwith so many possibilities...it may never actually end...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. But I have lots of nothing.

"So Sam" The fringe on Jack's black leather jacket slapped against his back as he walked. "I know I said I wouldn't ask you again, but how exactly did we end up in 1969 again?"

Sam sighed. Okay, she had to admit it was somewhat flattering that he was convinced she had all the answers to every scientific conundrum locked away inside her mind. But when he kept asking… "I don't know Jack" Sam's sandals clicked against the black top road. She'd lost track of how many times she'd explained to him about time travel -or what she knew about it- but as many times as she tried to tell him he never seemed to get it. And now she wasn't sure how much she knew about it herself.

"So it wasn't the Stargate" Jack was a firm believer in the process of elimination.

"Since we were in New Mexico and the Gate was in Cheyenne Mountain it doesn't seem likely." Sam brushed her now shoulder length hair blonde hair behind her right ear.

"And you don't have any other ideas yet?" Jack asked her again.

"As far as we know the Gate is the only method of time travel that actually works." Sam wondered how many times they'd had this conversation. About once a day in the beginning, once a week later on, now it had been at least two, no, more like three or four weeks.

"So you don't think it could have anything to do with that thing that guy…"

"I don't know. Maybe" Sam admitted.

"Maybe? Before you always said it was impossible."

"Well I'm thinking about possibly changing my mind." Sam pulled her poncho tighter around her arms. Mornings could be chilly in the mountains, even during Indian summer.

"Cold?" Jack asked

"I'm fine" Sam could feel the day starting to warm up already.

"You'll need a better coat before winter" Jack said thinking of all the things they needed before winter set in. They didn't have a car yet, they didn't even have a motorcycle yet.

"I'm saving" Sam didn't like it when he got all worried about her.

"Yeah, you're saving for the bike." Jack remarked.

Sam smiled "It'll be worth it. No more walking to work every morning"

"You'll need better shoes too." Jack said looking pointedly at her sandal clad feet. He raised his eyebrows. "Pink?"

Sam blushed. "Kelly talked me into it. She wanted to do my fingers but I said 'no' so she insisted on doing my toenails instead." She explained.

Jack glanced at her feet again. "'Nice shade"

Sam was surprised. "You think so?" she looked back at her feet. She'd thought so at the time, but she'd regretted it later, now she wasn't sure."

"Just don't let her tattoo you" Jack grinned, picturing carter with one of Kelly's flowers or butterflies or something.

"Oh I think I can safely assure you that's not gonna happen" Sam smiled back.

The sun was getting high in the sky overhead. Jack took his jacket off and carried it hooked on one finger over his shoulder. His white T-shirt already had grease stains on it, just like his faded jeans. "Ya know Sam; it's not that I don't love this job you found for us. But what do you think about heading south for the winter. Some place with beaches. I could get a job in one of those firms where they make you a partner after a few years, give you a pension plan…"

Sam shook her head. But at least it was cheerful sarcasm. Jack was getting used to their new life.

"So what do you think?" Jack asked cheerfully.

"I think if I was going to worry about anything it would be those two civilians who got sent back with us."

Jack grimaced.

"I know you'd rather not think about it but they're not like us." Sam continued "Civilians aren't used to things like this" She motioned broadly at the landscape around them as they walked up to a Phillips 66 gas station with a sky blue 57 Chevy Nomad parked at the pump.

"Hey if they'd stayed with us I'd of been glad to help them. But they split, so there's nothing we can do about it. Personally, I'm more concerned about the prospect of eating egg sandwiches on day old bread again."

They walked around behind the gas station to a garage. Jack took a key out of his jeans pocket and unlocked the door. They slipped inside and Sam turned the lights on. They were surrounded by chrome. Two cars, one pickup truck, but mostly motorcycles. Jack threw his jacket on the work bench and started straight in on the bike he's almost finished the day before. Sam took her coveralls off a peg on the wall.

"About your suggestion, about getting a better paying job" she kicked her sandals off and pulled on a pair of boots Kelly let her borrow when he was working.

"I could be a cop" Jack offered.

Sam laughed.

"Security guard"

You'd be bored to death, Sam thought. "Maybe I could do something. Teach maybe"

"Is that wise?" Jack grabbed a wrench.

"Why not?"

"I know you" Jack looked at her levelly "You'd end up teaching them science they're not supposed to learn for another thirty years."

"You're probably right" Sam said grudgingly.

"We'll just go on fixing motorcycles." Jack said brightly "And maybe someday if we're very, very good Matt will let us work on cars and then someday…"

"Jack" Sam interrupted.

"Huh?"

"Could you just, maybe, not talk for a minute?" She asked.

"Sure, whatever you want"

"Thanks" Sam settled into the mechanics rhythm.

"Hey Jack" She said thoughtfully.

"Hmmm?"

"Let's have hamburgers tonight"