This is so NOT P78475 ...
Daniel Jackson had been working on the translation of the stone's glyphs for the better part of the day and despite Jack O'Neill's repeated pressure for him to wrap things up for the day, he had made no attempt to do so. Something just wasn't right with what he was reading, he traced a finger across the symbols as he studied them. As he heard Jack's yell for him again sound through the chamber, he lay a paper over the remaining ones and began tracing them, maybe he could figure them out with the help of one of the books in his library.
"Coming." He issued the yell as he finished then rapidly shoved all of his notes into his knapsack. Climbing up off the ground, he took a final look around the room to make sure he wasn't leaving anything behind before heading for the door. Wait a minute, what was that? He paused to peer at a glyph that seemed more pronounced then the others. Why hadn't he seen it before? A figure...nothing unusual in that, he touched his hand to it, tracing it with a finger as he had the others, only to frown as he looked at his hand, or rather the child's hand he was now seeing. Okay, this was weird, suddenly there was a low hum and in the next moment ....
The now 8 year old Daniel Jackson finds himself standing in the lobby of the hotel, still dressed in fatigues, his boonie on his head and his knapsack slung over his shoulder.
"Uh, Jack? Teal'c?" This did not bode well at all.
(OOC: hehe...say hello to my newest headmate, Daniel Jackson from Stargate SG-1 (well, kind of) someone I'm trying to get a better feel for for a work in progress fan fiction. The story is being posted on his journal as it progresses, and while here I'll be playing Daniel at the age of 8, in the journal you'll find posts at a variety of ages as things progress with him. I think it should be interesting, I hope you agree.)