DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me it all belongs to the makers of Stargate SG1 and the makers of Timecop, a series which I love and wish was shown more often, even if no one else does.

Later in a prison cell

"How do you save the world?" He mused, "When locked in a prison cell in a high security military base." He looked around his new home and wondered when he would get out, other than the second batch of tests Dr Fraser had promised him. He knew there was a guard; O'Neill had posted one out there. O'Neill was not a friendly man either, though he seemed to have a sense of humour, he never seemed to stop glaring at him, except when the female, Carter, was speaking, then his eyes just seemed to glaze over.

Watching Logan in his cell Jack commented idly "With a herring!" The rest of SG:1 gave him a funny look before deciding not to ask.
"So who wants some lunch?" Daniel interjected, "Before we go to pick up the rest of this guys test results."
"Good plan." Sam grasped at the idea of doing something more interesting than watching some psycho ramble about how to save the world when locked in a prison cell.
Jack nodded amiably and led the way; with one last look at the monitor Teal'c followed the others to the canteen.

In his cell Jack Logan continued to gaze about and noticed the camera in the corner, he waved happily at it not realising that his monitors had gotten bored and gone to lunch. Continuing to ponder how to save the world Logan realised another obstacle in his way, he didn't know what he was saving it from yet, and he only had... he glanced at his watch, three hours in which to do it. Plenty of time, he wouldn't be a proper hero if he saved the world with more than a second to spare. Jack wondered if taunting the guard would do any good, he doubted it, the guy had to put up with O'Neill all day. Wouldn't hurt to try!
"Hey you, baldy!" No reaction; probably wasn't bald anyhow.
"Eunuch!" To big a word, what would a military mind recognise?
"That's a right puny gun you've got there, my mum's is bigger." The guard's knuckles whitened as he gripped his machine gun, it looked like an MP5. Reaction equals success. Now to continue the attack...
"Betcha couldn't pull a girl if you tried! Ugly git you are, where you from? Outer space?"
The guards shoulders started to vibrate, that's the trick Logan thought now he's really mad. "Your not from this planet anyhow, how'd you get through immigration, someone must have noticed something was wrong.
The guards shoulders started to shake uncontrollably as he doubled over laughing and Logan sank back down onto the bed defeated, what had he said that was so funny?

In the canteen

"So what do you think of the prisoner?" Daniel asked sitting down with the rest of SG:1 with a plate full of pie in front of him.
"Cute."
"SAM?" Jack exclaimed in disbelief.
"Joking, he's interesting. Its obviously not the first tine he used whatever technology he used to get here, and here is clearly where he intended to get yet he wasn't expecting the mountain to be occupied.
"Or so he claims"
"True, but why then did he arrive with just one weapon which he willingly gave up."
"With thirty sub-machine guns pointed at him."
"Jacks right Sam. He didn't have much choice in the matter." Daniel butted in before the two military minds started yelling. Neither was known for giving up his or her point of view. "But whatever he expected he has to be here for a reason."
"To gain access to the Stargate." Teal'c suggested calmly.
"No, he wasn't expecting the base to be occupied."
"Or so he says."
"You said that already Jack." Daniel chimed in before the argument started over.
"Oh"
"Now, lets assume he didn't know the base was occupied..."
"Right."
"What's he doing here?"
"He was rambling about saving the world in his cell."
"From what?"
"Not the Gou'ald, or he would have known about the base." said Sam confidently.
"Then some new threat."
"Great, just great, that's all we need with Apophis breathing down our necks." This was not going to be a good day; Jack tucked into his bowl of cereal and wondered if he should have toast too, he doubted he would have time to eat later.
"Jack... why are you eating cereal at lunch time?" Daniel asked, "Totally off topic I know but I have to know!"
"I like cereal." Daniel just glared, "Okay, okay, I forgot breakfast."
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
"Yes Teal'c, and watching too many adverts is bad for you. So anyway, new threat?"
"We had better find out." Stated Sam gathering up her crockery and finishing off her Diet Coke.
"Indeed!" Said Teal'c following her lead. Daniel quickly followed with Jack close behind snagging a slice of toast from the rack as he went.

"Bored now!" Logan yelled at his ceiling, staying in one place doing nothing was not one of his strong suits, especially with the clock ticking on the world as he knew it. "Come on guys interrogate me already, you know who I am, I'm a seventeen year old from New York."

"Sam glanced at Hammond who stood next to her and the rest of SG:1 watching the video from the prisoners cell. "Its true, we checked up Jack Logan, he is seventeen years old and living at home with his mother. He will graduate in three months time and bears an uncanny resemblance to the man in that cell."
"Weird."
"Very true Dr Jackson. We managed to get a DNA sample from the bay and Dr Frasier is checking it now. We should have the results in a couple of hours. Now Major Carter, Dr Jackson I would like you to have a look at what SG:7 brought back from P3659.
"What is it?" asked Sam staring at the box; it had no visible opening device, no seams of any sort.
"Looks like a great big box to me."
"The symbols are ideographs, each one is a picture of a meaning. Its an amazing piece of work, I don't think and two symbols on the entire box is the same."
"Very nice Daniel, but what does it say?" Jack asked irritably, he was still hungry and wanted more toast.
"I'm not sure, the top panel is a separate text, I think. The side panels seem to join up in a continuous spiral of text, see where the pictures get smaller at the bottom here, and the top here!" Daniel pointed at the appropriate places. "It seems to be about some kind of battle for the device, through the ages... eventually with no hope left the people had no choice but to use the device... then... I don't know it just shows the same picture of a man over and over. Then the war was won, but at a cost... they had made a huge mistake, there were few women left. The race was dying out, within a hundred cycles of their sun there were too few people to sustain the gene pool. But they used the machine once more and the race was saved... I don't know how. They prospered until the old enemy returned. Rather than fight the people moved away and hid the device on a planet beyond the enemies control so that it could no longer be used for good or evil."
"Nice story, how much of that did you make up." Asked Jack gesturing a lieutenant who had been on guard off down the corridor.
Daniel grimaced at Jack before replying, "Some, but that seems to be the general idea."
"I just checked P3659 is one of the planets you added with the knowledge of the ancients." Sam called from her computer terminal.
"Those planets always turn up interesting things, though they still always seem to have quarries and pine trees. I hate pine trees, they're like some kind of galactic weed, and they're everywhere." No-one was listening to O'Neill's rambling, it was normal and would get worse until the next planet they found where there were no pine trees on the entire planet. Or quarries for that matter, every so often Jack started to think the galaxy was conspiring against them and that every planet they visited was the same one, just with the scenery moved about a little.
"I need to study the ideographs more to tell you the full story, there is a great deal of detail here I missed, and I top panel to decipher," Daniel looked up from the box which he had been studying closely, "Jack what are you doing?"
Jack failed to look contrite as, with everybody staring at him, he shrugged and held out the plate the returning lieutenant had just handed him, "Toast anybody?"