Disclaimer: Yeah I don't own SG-1 or any lines that I borrowed from the show, but I do own Davy Jackson

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

After about 30 seconds, I removed my hands…revealing smooth and unmarked skin. At that point in time, I think you could have heard a pin drop; the surprise was so evident on everyone's faces. I moved my hands up to Daniel's (Dad's) neck and happily felt a strong and normal pulse. He shifted under my hands and rolled over to look up at me, his blue into my blue-green. I hid my concern and carefully took his shirt from behind his head and held it out to him. His eyes never left my face, awed, as he fumbled for it and pulled it over his head. It had a hole in it where the staff blast hit, with singed edges. When his head reappeared, he finally realized that my shield was still up, with him and me on one side. Then, and only then, did he realize that four dozen SF's had guns pointed at my head (not that the bullets would have made it through the shield).

I remembered, as well, and, with a wave of my hand, removed the shield between us and the rest of the SGC, and scurried to wedge myself in a corner.

At that moment, some doctor and her team entered the Gateroom and swooped down to determine who was injured and who wasn't. Jack and Mom (Sam) pointed at Dad and said something. The doc immediately tried to whisk Dad off onto a gurney, but he shook her off and looked at me, amazed.

"I'm fine. I'm… not hurt."

He held out his hand to me and I felt that there was something familiar about this stranger, something I could trust. He smiled gently and waved at the Airmen to lower their guns. "No one's going to hurt you, either."

"Doctor, are you so sure she can be trusted?" Hammond asked, entering the room. "We don't know who she is. She could be Goa'uld for all we know."

Dad (the stranger) shook his head. "I don't know. But she just saved my life."

Mom nodded. "And I don't sense the presence of a Goa'uld or any Naquadah in her blood."

Jack frowned. "How was she able to use a Goa'uld healing device, then? And where'd she stash it?"

"I didn't see a device at all, actually."

"Look," Dad said, "all I know is she saved my life. The how and why isn't really that pressing. We won't hurt you." The last part was directed at me, and after some consideration, I took his hand and unwedged myself from the cement.

Jack rolled his eyes. "You're too trusting, Danny-boy. How'd she manage to hide the device? Huh?" He waved his hands around. "Not too many places she could hide it."

"Did I just say 'all I know'?"

O'Neill looked around. "Everyone turn away. I want no witnesses."

I realized that the grey-haired man was threatening the stranger that I had saved. Twisting around with my hand still in his, I stood in front of him and projected a shield. His grip tightened, and he patted my shoulder with the other hand.

"He's just joking. It's okay." At his look of calm and no alarm, I lowered the shield sheepishly and dropped back to hide behind him.

"See," Jack motioned at me, "What was that?"

"Protectiveness, Jack." Dad looked at the General. "Sir…"

Hammond raised his hand. "She is going to the infirmary to be checked out and have a guard on her at all times. No arguments."

Daniel opened his mouth further, paused, shut his mouth, opened it again, paused again, and nodded.

After that, I was carefully led to the infirmary, hand-in-hand with the man that I would soon recognize as not just the man I had saved, but the man who would be my father.

I hope this isn't getting too weird or X-Men-ish for anyone. Tell me if you think so. Other than that, suggestions on the next step in the timeline?