What we've learned so far: Davy's female, parents are Sam and Daniel, "abilities", speaks Ancient, crashed into the Gateroom, ya-da, ya-dah
From the (mentally recorded) Journal of Davy Jackson
He tipped forward and rolled down the ramp to my feet, a smoking burn directly over his spine.
"Daniel!" Alarmed, Mom started over to us as I rolled Dad next to me and tugged at his shirt, trying to see how bad the damage was. Jack and Teal'c had turned around, and realizing their teammate's injury, had started down the ramp. "Danny?"
I scooted back with the heels of my feet, giving me distance between us and the rest of SG-1. When I felt the cold cement wall at my back, I stopped. Holding up my hand, I created one of my specialties, a glowing blueish forcefield. Everyone within eyesight gasped and tightened their grips on their guns. I realize now that my actions looked, at the time, as if I was taking Dad hostage.
Anyway, I grabbed Dad's shirt again, and pulled, removing it and wadding it underneath his head. The staff burn, upon further notice, had exposed bone, or something white. I hoped to the gods that it wasn't his spine. At this point, I had stopped caring about the 50-odd guns pointed my head. Mom tried to reach through the field, but it's like touching a wall. I speak from personal experience. "Daniel?"
I ignored her. I had other things on my mind. I carefully positioned Daniel (Dad) flat on his stomach, put my hand very gently an inch from his blistered skin and nerves and concentrated. I could still feel the heat of the blast, as well as Dad's body heat, which was cooling alarmingly quickly. Deep within my mind, something clicked, and I could see the separate molecules and atoms of my father's body. Way more up close than anyone would want. As everyone else watched, my hands glowed and took on a blue tint. Jack was close enough, looking on helplessly as he inhaled sharply in surprise.
After about 30 seconds, I removed my hands…