Mini-Jack is not happy that he’s fifteen again.

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last! — Walt Whitman, One Hour to Madness and Joy, 1860.

This is not your typical SGC mission. No, not even for SG-1.

An hour and three quarters later, still short the specific book he needed but richer by half a dozen other volumes he'd thought gone forever, he opened the last of the boxes in Sam's pile.

Janet folded her arms around her clipboard and smiled at the two men who stood staring at her, holding specimen cups and wearing nearly identical expressions of disbelief. "Washington wants to know if multiple trips through the Stargate has had any effect on reproductive ability. They want sperm count and sperm motility of all personnel who go off world, checked."