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, saves Daniel's life

From the (mentally recorded) Journal of Davy Jackson

I turned to stare out the window at the Earth below. "So, what the heck happened… that would cause them to lie about it…"

Thor cocked his head and blinked. "Perhaps it was not intentional."

I stared at him. "Well, either way, I guess I have to go back down there." Sighing, I stepped away from the window. "This is not going to be fun." I'll need more info first, though. "Do we have a historical database compiled yet?"

Thor glanced at a readout on his control board. "The T/S composition will be completed in six or seven hours."

Another new technology for us is the T/S comp, or Time/Space composition. Whenever someone or something goes back in time, ripples in time are created. The T/S comp gives probabilities for what will occur. People going back in time is a new technology, period, no matter what SG-1 and 1969 think. At least, accurate time-travel is new.

"Great, so we still don't now what happens, even with the five year difference." I shook my head and sighed again. "Beep me when it's finished, if you would, Thor." I hit the yellow button again and saw Thor nod in reply before I disappeared.

As I blinked away the blinding lights that come from the beaming technology, I noticed that the beamer was dead-on. I had reappeared right where I had left, surrounded by a dumbfounded SG-1 and one Doc Frasier. Great.

I timidly smiled. "Sorry. Needed to talk to somebody." I turned to the tech that was still in the room. "No worries. It's not a bomb or anything like that." Fluidly I slapped the device on my wrist and the band contracted to fit snuggly.

Jack opened his mouth to say something. I interrupted before sound came out. "Look, its future technology; I need it to get back; and no, I'm not giving up to the science nerds, considering I am one."

His mouth snapped shut with an audible click as Dad chuckled. "Looks like she's got you there, Jack."