AN: Uncredited because FFN doesn't HAVE a heading and yes we TRIED to get one as this is more a Legend than Legends of Tomorrow story... we bring you... The man... the literal legend...

Familiar faces in unfamiliar places

Daniel walked up to the clerk at the desk. "Um… yes… we… my sister and the rest of my party would like to rent a couple of rooms."

The clerk looked up, made a face at Teal'c who chose to remain impassive but Jack and Sam could feel his resigned seething. "I see." He looks through his records for a moment. "I have three oh five open for you and your servant and three oh seven for your sister and her husband." the grizzled man said to Daniel.

Sam would have said something but Jack minutely shook his head. It was him or Daniel. The rooms probably only had one bed.

"Be needing a cot for your servant?" The man asked Daniel.

"I will sleep on the floor." Teal'c informed the clerk.

"Suit yersef." he said and handed over the keys to Daniel who handed one of them to Sam who took it with an amused smile when Jack gave her an injured frown when she put it in her pocket.

"All right, I guess we'll go check out our rooms." They didn't have anything in the way of luggage having transferred the things they could salvage from their packs that wouldn't stick out entirely into the leather packs the prospectors had given them, but they all agreed it was probably a good idea to see how things were set up.

An hour later, satisfied with the rooms being sufficient for two people in spite of the beds being a fairly small fit for anyone of Jack and Sam's height. Jack had wiggled his eyebrows at Sam who rolled hers.

"We should be able to afford those horses we were offered now." Daniel tells them.

"What have you got in mind, Danny?" Jack asked him.

"Well… there's got to be a lot of land going pretty cheap. We could get a few acres. Raise a little livestock, grow some vegetables. Put in a few fruit trees every year until the land is self sustaining with minimal work."

Jack considered it for a while. His family had a farm around these parts for a long time until his grandfather sold it to developers in the sixties to build the cabin he'd grown up in after his mom passed when he was a kid. "We can look into it. Buying the horses is a good idea but we will need more money than we have to buy some land, even at auction." He finally tells Daniel who nods.

"You could get a job in a furniture repair shop couldn't you, Jack?" Sam asks him.

"I'm a fair hand at woodworking. I guess it beats being a cobbler." Jack muses.

Daniel chuckles. "Somehow I can't see you sewing shoes, Jack."

They reach the dining room and Teal'c looks around until he sees a table to grab for them.

"I'll let the staff know Teal'c eats a lot and we're willing to pay extra." Jack says. Sam nods and looks over at the piano against one wall. "Why don't you go check if you can play it when you have some free time, Sam?" he says with a smile. "Who knows, it might be a way to pick up a little money."

She grins at him and heads for the floor manager to ask him about it. Jack's back is to the door when a loud conversation starts with a very familiar voice.

"Wadayah mean someone else collected it? I've been chasing him from here to Austin!"

"I'm sorry, Ernest… I just found out myself. Someone from out of town shot him earlier today."

"Who?!"

Jack ducked his head. "I knew I shouldn't have picked this hotel." He growls.

"Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!" Sam exclaims and rushes up to the men who just entered the dining room.

Daniel turns and his jaw drops.

"Craaappp…" Jack says to himself.

"You're…" Sam trails off looking at the man in shock.

"Ernest Pratt… author. At your service, ma'am." He says with a charming smile and takes Sam's hand to kiss it.

"Jack… that man…" Daniel stammers out.

"Looks exactly like me. Yah. I know." Jack says sharply.

"My, you are quite lovely ma'am, and… tall." he says with amusement. "Where are my manners!? My associate, Professor Yonish Bartok." He says of the man he was arguing with a moment ago. "And you are?" He smiles engagingly at Sam.

Sam gives him a wide smile. "Samantha Carter. I had no idea how handsome you are in person, Mr. Pratt. I've read all your books."

"Have you now? Which was your favorite? Would you like an autographed copy?" But Sam demurs. Her favorite won't be written until a few years from now and Nick Legend isn't even the main character. "Well, perhaps you would like to join me for tea in the saloon after dinner?" He suggests.

"By tea he means bourbon." Jack grumbles from next to Sam. "She's taken." He says to the other man, his tone a clear warning.

"By jove, Ernest… This man could be your brother!" Bartok exclaims.

Sam looks from Jack to Ernest. The only real difference was Jack's hair had gone heavily silvered where Ernest's was only salted with silver strands and wore a heavy mustache.

"Jack?" Daniel asks. Teal'c remains at their table and watches the situation unfold with interest.

Jack's hand has curled possessively around Sam's waist as he and the other man stare each other down. "Daniel… this is Ernest Pratt. Author, alcoholic, and womanizer."

"And that means?" Daniel demands.

Jack huffs in exasperation. "And my great grandfather."

"Sir, are you suggesting you are a time traveler?" Yonish asked with astonishment.

"Craaaappp…" Jack whines. "Carter!"

"I don't think…"

"Don't bother. It won't be any crazier than any of the stories he told me as a kid." Jack snarls. "Just tell him the truth."

She looks at him oddly. Clearly there were unresolved issues here. "Would you care to join us for dinner, Professor? Mr. Pratt?"

"We would be delighted." Ernest tells her giving Jack a strange look.

Teal'c grabs a couple more chairs for their guests.

"I must admit I am fascinated by the concept of time travel. How is it you good folks have come to be here?" Yonish asks them enthusiastically.

"Well..." Sam starts thoughtfully. "In our time, there's a wheel of sorts that we travel through to go to other planets but sometimes if it gets hit by a solar flare it throws you around in time instead. I thought I'd fixed it so it wouldn't do that anymore but apparently I missed something." She says on a sigh.

"Fascinating. I must tell my friend Herbert about this. He'd find the concept most intriguing."

"That draper fellow from England?" Ernest asks.

"The very one. He is an aspiring writer you know. You should send him a letter of encouragement."

Ernest nods thoughtfully. "I can ask Harry if he's got any contacts over the pond as they say. Good idea." He says with a grin and winks at Sam who is staring at him in fascination in spite of Jack's sulking.

"Wait… your great grandfather is a famous author?" Daniel asks Jack. "That really explains your reports you know."

"Indeed." Teal'c agrees which earns him a scowl from Jack and a snort of giggling from Sam.

"No giggling, Carter." Jack admonishes her.

"Sorry." She says but is unable to contain her mirth and Jack sighs despondently.

Ernest watches them intently. "So… how is it you're my great grandson when I haven't even got a wife?"

"Eh… yet." Daniel says.

"Yet?" He asks, sounding so much like Jack that Sam starts to giggle again. She sees Jack's look, tries to be serious and bites her lip.

"Yes, well, this is after all, difficult to explain, we know things about your life that you don't know yet… or, well, Jack does I assume."

Jack grunted.

"Er… well… anyway… Um… you see… we're kind of stuck here unless you know someone with a time machine."

"What an intriguing concept. I can certainly try." Yonish tells them smiling.

Sam smiles back at him. "Would you like some help, professor? I have a physics degree."

"An educated woman? How delightful. I would be honored, madam." Yonish tells her.

Later that evening Jack is shrugging out of his vest. Sam is unbuttoning her jeans on the side of the bed and tugging them off. She sighs. "I have three pairs of underwear, Jack. And two bras."

"How good is your sewing?"

She gives him a speaking look.

"Right. Well, there should be someone in town that can sew you up some underthings though you might have to get creative when your bras wear out." He tells her as he slides under the sheet and blanket.

Sam joins him after she tugs her bra out from under the long shirt she's wearing. "So why are you mad at him?"

"Who?"

"Your great grandfather."

Jack sighs. "I'm not mad at him… I'm just… Grandpa eventually sold the farm to developers. Most of the time great gandpap drank instead of working and my great grandma and my grandma did all the work. Grandpa taught me to treat women better than that."

Sam looks at him thoughtfully and strokes his cheek fondly. "He's a writer, Jack, not a farmer. They might have been happy with things the way they were." But now she knew why Jack's yard always looked like a spread in a show homes magazine. Also why he'd never teased her about talking to her plants.

Jack leaned in and kissed her gently. "Get some sleep, Sam. Tomorrow we job hunt."

"You could try your hand at writing." She says with amusement in her voice as he turns the gas lamp down.

"I thought we weren't supposed to do stuff to change the timeline." he admonishes her.

She grins. "You already told your great grandfather who you are. Why?"

"Because he used to tell crazy stories about a group of time travelers he met once." he admitted.

"What?"

"Yah… Apparently just like last time… it's a loop."

"Did he say what happened to them?"

"He always said some day he'd write a book about it. Then laugh."

"Dammit."

"Indeed." Jack agrees and Sam whacks him with the back of her hand.

They both laugh. "Good night, Jack." she finally says.

"Goodnight, Samantha." He says softly and settles into the bed next to her familiar warmth and gently tugs her against his side as his eyes close. A contented smile graces his face.