Title: The Future is Nuts!

Summary: Another solar flare sends our heroes of old to the future. Daniel can't believe that someone like Vala even exists, but Jack is out to prove that there's more to her than meets the eye. Crazy women and betting. Who would ask for more? DV

A/N: Decided to upload two chapters (2 & 3) this time. I usually write these pieces all at once then divide them up as evenly as possible. When I reread Ch. 2 to double-check it, I felt you all deserved a little more action than that! Enjoy.

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"See? What I tell you? Another 1969!" Jack exclaimed.

The team was huddled into Dr. Bill Lee's lab. He had just confirmed that the foursome did travel forward in time. A solar flare had been recorded at the exact moment they gated in from P4X-326. "Unfortunately the Odyssey is on the other side of the galaxy. Otherwise we could have you back home in a jiffy."

"The Odyssey?" Teal'c inquired.

"Oh! Yes, that's right. Wasn't built yet in 2003. Though, I suppose I shouldn't be telling you about that. Oh dear." The awkward scientist suddenly looked distraught.

"Bill," Carter put a hand on his shoulder, "Just tell us what the Odyssey is and how it will help us get home. Be brief."

He smiled, transforming his pout into a grin. "It's a ship! Much like the Prometheus that you know, but much better. The Asgard upgrades…"

Gasping, Jack interrupted. "You mean…. they actually gave us some of their toys?" His eyes could have glazed over.

"Not just some, my dear General, all of them!"

Jack sat up straighter. "General?"

"Doh. I shouldn't have said that."

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Like Bill said, the team would not be sent back to their own time immediately. The Odyssey was quite engaged it its business on the outer edge of the galaxy. Even at maximum speed, it would not be Earth-bound for at least a week. Jack's chance to check out the Asgard upgrades was thus delayed. These same upgrades were also their ticket home.

With time on their hands, General Landry saw no harm in allowing the original SG-1 to roam the halls. He ordered the personnel not to divulge details about the goings-on of the base, lest some slip-up change the timeline dramatically. However, he seemed surprisingly at ease about the whole thing. There was something he wasn't telling them. Then again, Jack supposed, there was quite a lot that no one was telling them. If that made any sort of sense.

"I wonder where we all are," Daniel said as they roamed together.

"Why, we're right here, Dannyboy."

"Jack."

"Yes," he replied innocently.

"Sir, I'm sure he means us as in our future selves."

"I hope I'm fishing."

"Of course you do," Daniel said sarcastically. "But honestly, where are we?"

"Perhaps we should pay a visit to your office, DanielJackson, and simply see if it is still yours."

"Good idea, T. Check out the ol' stomping grounds. Let's move out, people!" Jack turned on his heels in the direction of Jackson's office.

When they arrived in the open doorway, it looked about the same. There were extra artifacts and different books strewn about, plus an extra stool, but otherwise the room was unchanged. They did not immediately notice the figure hunched over with his back turned until they heard the grumbling.

The person was rifling through a drawer, hell-bent on finding something. At the sound of their footsteps he called out, "Vala, where the hell are my other glasses!"

The team exchanged surprised looks. It was unmistakable – that was Daniel's voice.

"Vala?" The older Daniel stood up taller and turned. "Oh." He seemed unperturbed that an exact copy of himself was standing in the doorway. He moved around his desk to empty out another drawer. "General Landry told me you guys were here," he said distractedly. He glanced up briefly and waved to them. "Well, come on in! I'm sure you're curious." The team obeyed his command and walked further into the small room. The younger Daniel stared at himself and cocked his head, studying him. He looked the same.

"So," Jack started casually, hands in pockets, "what's new?"

The older Daniel didn't even spare him a glance as he continued his frantic and blind search. "Oh, you know, a lot. Most of which I can't tell you because it would rip the fabric of space-time and all that. But, you know." A smirk befell Sam's lips.

"Uhh, yeah, uh huh."

The team was struck by this older Daniel's talent for sarcasm. It must have been the result of hanging around Jack O'Neill way too long.

Mitchell appeared in the doorway. "Hey, Jackson, you seen the Princess anywhere around here?" He waved hello to the guests.

"Nope, I was just wondering where she was myself. If you find her, tell her I'm looking for my glasses."

"Will do. See ya." The Colonel left as quickly as he came.

"Since when do Princesses have any knowledge of the location of your glasses, DanielJackson?"

"Huh?" He moved a few items aside on his desk. "Oh, that. It's just a nickname Mitchell gave her a long time ago."

"So this Vala character's been around a while?" Jack wondered.

The older Daniel finally looked up and locked eyes with his former leader. "Yeah, I guess so. Wow, I didn't even realize it's been that long." A smile played on his lips as he remembered something. The younger Dr. Jackson didn't recognize that look on himself. It was obvious that happiness had found his future self.

The phone gave off a shrill ring. "Jackson speaking… Yes… No… What?" The older man's eyes nearly bulged out. "I'll be right there!" He almost hung up before bringing the phone back to his ear. "Wait a minute. Can you ask her where my glasses are?"

Sam and Teal'c shared a look. The younger Daniel furrowed his brow. "Looks like you suffer from memory loss in your old age, Dannyboy," Jack whispered to him.

The other Daniel groaned. "Tell her they're not there. I checked!" He paused a moment as he listened to the person on the other side. "Alright, alright, I'm coming." Daniel sighed as he hung up.

"Duty calls?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," he said, running a hand through his hair, "They're afraid she's gonna kill him." He ran out of his office at lightning speed.

"Sounds like a party to me!" Jack ran off after him. His team had no choice but to follow.