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

Jack now clued in on the tension rising between Mom and Dad and subtly moved so that our order was Dad, me, Jack, Mom, and then Teal'c, who had yet to add to the conversation.

We moved to sit down at a table in the corner. I bent my head and said a quick prayer and proceeded to dig into my Sloppy Joe with gusto before I realized that the entirety of SG-1 was staring at me.

"What? I'm hungry. You try multiple gate-travel on an empty stomach!"

Jack stared a little longer before chowing down as well. He never could stand being on an empty stomach when he had food in front of him. "So the Jacksons are religious in the future? Danny-boy turns Christian on us?" Teal'c and Mom started to eat, but Dad was listening intently.

I frowned before I recalled my reflexively muttered prayer. "Ah, no. Actually, it's just a prayer of protection and blessing. A friend of mine on Tuatha taught me."

Dad frowned. "Tuatha?"

Jack glanced at him. "Know them?"

Dad shrugged, and slipped into doctor of archeology mode. "Tuatha, or the Tuatha Dé Danann, meaning 'peoples of the goddess Danu', were a group of people in Irish mythology and Scottish mythology. They resided in Ireland and they were thought to represent the gods of the Goidelic, or Gaelic, Irish; their Christian transcribers' interpretations generally have reduced their stature to historical kings and heroes."

I interrupted before he could continue. "Yeah, well, the planet was once run by a Gou'ald named, go figure, Danu. By the time we visited… well, lets just say that in the future, the Goa'uld are few and definitely far between. But, anyway, the people on the planet were friendly enough and let us set up a Naquadah mining camp in the mountains, away from the villages. There was a dense deposit that ran deep underground." I paused, realizing that SG-1 was hanging on my every word, and that maybe I shouldn't be telling them everything.