Inspired by a Taylor Swift song (What can I say? Apparently I am perpetually 16. Can't help it I still love Taylor… Judge me.)

Chapter One - What Did You Press

Jack O'Neill was leaning against the door jam of Carter's lab watching her as she sat at her lab bench staring intently at some doohickey Daniel found off-world. No one knew what it did, and there wasn't any writing on it, so Daniel couldn't help except to say it was "definitely of ancient design."

Jack couldn't help the small smile that pulled at his lips as he watched her. He loved how engrossed she got in these things, though he would never admit it.

"Carter," He finally called, deciding it was definitely time for her to take a lunch break. Her head snapped up, and her bright blue eyes met his with a tinge of surprise.

"Sir! How long have you been standing there?"

"Too long, Carter." He halfheartedly scolded as he pushed off the door, stuffing his hands into his pockets, and casually strolled into her lab. "You need to pay more attention to your surroundings. I could have attacked you!"

"Yes, Sir" she snickered, rewarding him with one of those megawatt smiles before turning back to her doohickey.

"You figure out what this thing is yet?" he asked, pulling one of a hand out of his pocket and gesturing.

"Not really, sir, no." She sighed. "It's difficult because there doesn't appear to be any text on this particular device, and since we don't know if it's dangerous it would be unwise to attempt turning it on."

"You know what you need?" He cheered after a moment, "A lunch break!"

"A lunch break." she quipped, raising her eyebrows. "Sir, I really need to-"

"Ahh!" he interrupted her,waving his index finger in the air. "You need to eat, Carter. Your doohickey will be here when we're done eating. I hear it's burgers today!"

"Alright," Carter sighed, defeated. "At least let me put this away, I don't need anyone accidentally turning it on."

"I'll do one better Carter, I'll help you put it away. Get the box." Jack reached for the device, but the moment he touched it a blue light came on and began pulsating. "Oops."

"Oh, for pete's sake." Carter groaned, pulling his hands away from it. "What did you press?"

"I didn't press anything Carter! I swear no buttons were touched." As he spoke the pulsating light began gaining speed.

"Oh, that can't be good."

"Carter?"

"It looks like its charging up for some sort of energy discharge." she began fiddling with the machine.

"It's gonna blow up?"

"It might, Sir."

"Well turn it off!" his hand reflexively slammed down on the large red button which would lock down her lab and sound the alarms.

"I'm trying, Sir." As she said the words, the light changed color, and the device let out a sort of whine. Jack reached over and grabbed Sam by the waist, pulling her away from it and pressing himself on top of her protectively. There was a bright flash, and suddenly Jack found himself standing in a small apartment which looked vaguely familiar to him.

"Well what the hell." He muttered to himself.

"Sir?" He heard Carter ask.

"Well, not a weapon. Some sort of transport device? Where the hell are we, Carter?" He began looking around for her but she didn't seem to be in the apartment, and he began to wonder if he was losing his mind when suddenly he heard her voice again.

"Not a transport, Sir.'

"Then what? Where are you?" He moved into the next room and saw a bike he had misplaced when he was thirty three. That's when it hit him.

"I think we've been transported into the past, sir. Additionally, I'm not wherever you are. Sir, I think I'm at my old high school."

'Then how come I can hear you?' he thought to himself.

"I don't know, Sir. Maybe something to do with the device?"

'Wait a minute, you can hear my thoughts?' he thought at her again.

"Uh.. Yes, Sir."

"Oh fer cryin' out loud." He exclaimed aloud to no one in particular.