Author's Notes: Okay, so... I've got maybe three chapters planned out, but then I'm gonna need some input as to what you'd like to see... if you don't quite get where this is going by the end of this chapter, you probably should by the end of the next; at the very least, you should know by the end of the one after that.

Daniel opened his eyes and found himself in a very white, very bright room. He blinked several times, waiting for his vision to clear. It occurred to him that he was not wearing his glasses, yet he seemed to have no trouble seeing. Confused and intrigued, he sat up and took a better look at his surroundings: he was laying, though now sitting, on a cot of sorts, which was also white. Daniel suddenly felt extraordinarily out of place with his black T-shirt and drab green pants. He'd just begun to wonder what had happened to the rest of his gear when he saw, in a far corner of the room, a tall, slender, blonde-haired woman, dressed completely in white. Seeing him notice her, she smiled warmly.

"Wow." Daniel stated. "You look familiar"

"Daniel Jackson." The woman stated simply, walking toward him.

Daniel also stood as she approached, amazed at how similar she appeared to Oma Desala. "Who are you?" he asked, looking at her and then gesturing. "What, uh... what is this place?"

"You ask the wrong questions, Daniel." She answered.

"Where are my friends?" he crossed his arms over his chest, somewhat uneasy with her extremely calm demeanor.

"They are not here." She replied.

Daniel's brow crinkled at the peculiarity of the situation. "Where are they?"

"That depends on your answer." The woman told him cryptically.

Daniel's head tilted in thought. "My answer to what?"

"If you had the choice, Daniel Jackson," she began, "would you take it all back?"

Daniel was now incredibly confused. "All... what?"

The woman smiled. "How much would you like to take back?"

"I don't, uh" Daniel smiled, in a bit of an attempt to play along. "I don't understand." He paused, hoping for an explanation, but the Oma look-alike just smiled benignly. "Look, I'd really like to know where my friends are." He insisted.

"They are not here."

Daniel nodded. "So you said." Another pause. "How did I get here?"

"That is not the issue at hand."

Daniel raised his eyebrows. "Can we make it the issue at hand?" He waited, then sighed. "Alright." He gave in. "The issue: would I take it all back. Take what back? Whatever I did to get me here? This mission? What?"

The woman nodded once. "Certainly you could do that."

Daniel pursed his lips in thought. "But there's something else I could take back?"

She nodded again. "How much would you like to take back?"

Before Daniel knew what was happening, there was a bright flash of light

"Jack, tell Jacob to stop." He was back in the SGC... watching a moment that he'd already lived

"You're giving up?"

"No."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know."

Another flash of light and he was back in the white room with the irritatingly, perfectly calm and enigmatic woman.

"What –" Daniel struggled to put his thoughts back together. "What just happened?" he questioned. "How did you do that?"

"Would you take it back?" the woman asked. At Daniel's silence, she contintued. "Perhaps you would allow the bomb to reach the critical overload?"

"No." Daniel shook his head, both affirming the negative and trying to clear his brain. "No, of course not." He paused, forming ideas. "Are you saying that I can go back and change it?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"How is that possible?" He stammered. "Is – is – is this time travel or, or, or... I don't know, an alternate reality or...?" Daniel trailed off, hoping that she would fill in the blanks.

Instead:

"That is not the issue."

Daniel sighed again, allowing his shoulders to drop in defeat. "Of course it isn't."