Binksbabe drifted off to sleep, snug in her bed, taking comfort in her dog's weight at her feet after a long evening of fanfiction browsing. When consciousness returned too soon, her first thought was Why is my bed so cold? . She shifted her weight slightly, trying to find the mutt at her feet. She did not find it particularly strange that he wasn't there; he'd probably gone to wait by her door. She shifted again, the realization that she was no longer smug in her bedcovers closer to dawning on her with each passing second.

Finally, she dragged herself onto her elbows and cracked her eyes opn. She stared at a wall, just as she expected, but it was... gray! She rolled over to see a large-ish gray room divided into four sections by walls of metal bars. Two red lazers guarded her side of the bars.

She yawned, still waking up. Reminds me of an episode of Stargate. She pulled herself onto her feet just in time for Richard Dean Anderson to make his grand entrance.

If that dream I had a few weeks ago wasn't foreshadowing, I don't know what is, she thought. She glanced again at his surprised face, and her jaw dropped slightly as she fell into a shocked silence.

His eyebrows lowered. "You're not that Goa'uld! How'd you get in here?"

Binksbabe continued to stare at him until his question finally registered in her mind. "Of course I'm not; Goa'ulds don't exist! And if you don't know how I got here, I bet I sleepwalked."

His brows furrowed as they often did on Stargate when Carter told him some scientific explanation. "How do you know about the Goa'uld?"

Binksbabe let out a sligh, half-hearted laugh. "What dedicated Stargate fan doesn't?" She noticed his alarmed and more than slightly baffled expression. "You're not Richard Dean Anderson, are you?"

"Ah, no." He took one step back towards the door.

Binksbabe's smile grew wider. "Well, it's very nice to meet you, Colonel O'Neill! "

"Do you know everything?"

She shrugged. "Everything from the episodes I've seen, but I've apparently missed the ones with you and big needles; Jonas and bananas; and Daniel and coffee."

One of the colonel's eyebrows rose. "Jonas?"

"Oh, so whenever I am, it's during the series and before Daniel ascended," she muttered to herself. "What year is it?"

"1998, why?"

"If it's 2003 now and we're in season 7, then this must be season... 2!" Her voice grew excitedly as she figured out the season.

"Since you konw so much, mind telling me where Major Carter is?"

"Sure, what episode?" At his blank look, she continued, "Sorry, forgot. Where was she?"

He pointed to the cell in which she stood. "Last time I looked, she was in there."

Binksbabe nodded, guessing she had been zapped into "In the Line of Duty," one of her favorite episodes. "Well, if I'm here and she's not, it would make sense to assume that Jolinar's waking up in my room this morning."

He frowned. "You mean that Goa'uld is," he began, poking his thumb up and behind his shoulder, "out there?"

She shrugged again. "Yeah, but if I'm right, she won't be able to do anything other than get in a whole lot of trouble. Besides, it's not like she's going to go out and demand the dedicated service of all the people in the world."

"She's--it's a Goa'uld; of course--"

"She's not a Goa'uld, but I really don't want to mess up the series by telling who she is. You know, the whole grandfather paradox thing."

"What?!"

Binksbabe bit her lip. "Yeah, I guess this is before '1969.' Well, that's a problem."

Jack looked at her with a rather confused expression. To the best of his knowledge and mathematical ability, the year 1998 came after 1969. "So when will Carter be back?"

She rolled her eyes. "Considering this situation has varied from the regularly scheduled episode... I'd say she'll return... by the time her last boyfriend dies."

She could see the jealousy arise in his eyes at the mention of the possibility that she might romance someone other than him.