Just thought I'd pop on and see if I could get prelimary reviews for a fic that got inspired this morning. Before I start that, though, I'd also like opinions on how much effort I should spend on a fic involving Pete Shannahan and an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, yellow polkadot bikini. Now, on with a fic titled "1970." Please excuse the fact that I do not possess the proper software to display Russian, so it's all replaced with German. Sorry.


"Oh, no!" Jack whined as he stepped out of the wormhole into the SGC. "No no no no no!" The Stargate disappeared to be replaced by a missle above their heads.

Daniel dropped his head into his hands. "Not this again."

"And now, we don't have Carter with that convenient not!" the Colonel pointed out.

"Jack, what's going on?" Jacob questioned.

Before O'Neill could answer, a heavy steel door opened, allowing several guards to stream in with their weapons up.

Hands on your head," one shouted. The four prisoners quickly complied and allowed the guards to march them to the same holding cell they were in last time.

"You'd think by now, we'd have earned enough frequent flyer miles to get upgraded to the VIP room," Jack remarked.

"Jack, mind teling us what's going on?" Jacob asked again.

"We went back in time," Daniel answered.

Jack nodded. "Something to do with the time of the year and solar flares."

"How did you get back last time?" Martouf questioned, turning from the smal window in the door to face the others.

"We had a note," Jack answered while playing with a dime on the table, "that had the time and date of solar flares."

Jacob's eyebrows dropped together. "How do you suggest we get back this time?"

Before anyone could begin to fathom a possible response, the door creaked open to reveal two guards and the same linguist from before. "Sie sowjetische Spione?"

Jack jumped up from his chair. "Daniel, I don't care how many languages you speak, I'm answering!"

"Be my guest," the archeologist mumbled.

"The military linguist turned to the colonel expectantly. "Uh..." Jack thought for a moment. "Can you repeat the question?"

Rolling his eyes, he asked, "Sie sowjetische Spione?"

O'Neill pulled the dime from his pocket and set it on his thumb. "Okay, heads says I answer yes, tails says I answer no, and if I can't see, it's not a yes or no question." Daniel smirked; his friend made such a to do over a simple "nein." Jack flipped the coin, only to have the military linguist catch it in mid-air. "I knew it!"

Of course it wasn't a yes or no question; it was a ja oder nein frage! SG-1's linguist thought as the three men retreated from the doorway, slamming it shut behind them.

"Jack," Daniel pointed out, "I think Sam would say that you have to get your dime back."

"Why?" Jacob asked.

"It's got the year."

"So what if it's got a year on it?" Jack inquired.

Daniel's attempt at keeping his eyes from rolling failed pitifully. "It probably has a date after this year."

O'Neill cocked an eyebrow, providing a very believable impression of Teal'c. "Who actually looks at the year on dimes? I can see pennies and quarters, but dimes? "