Author note: I wanted to end my fiction Down With the Azure Shards the way it was at the last chapter: I like sudden beginnings and sudden ends, just like short stories. Even if I suggested to people to write the aftermath if they felt like doing so, HAZMOT's comment tempted me so much to do it myself that I finally decided to try a sequel. Because I respect a lot this writer and am grateful for the good comments leaved at many of my chapters, I couldn't just say the saga of Camy-boy and the evil monster of blue pebbles is over yet, at least not with that much unanswered questions. Of course I still think that Down With the Azure Shards has a good ending, but now this is for very curious people that haven't been discouraged because of my bad grammar and my poor vocabulary: the after effects of my first fiction. So I suggest to those that haven't read this other fiction to quickly do so (or if it is too disheartening to read or that you forgot some points; just send me a little message and I'll summarize it to you).

Things will be a little different: less crashes/funny explosions/gun fights and direct shots at Cameron (Yep, but he cannot be bloody all the time! Poor boy!). Still I won't give up on a nice little whumping: I will work more on mental abuses than on physical ones (referring to the definition that includes one and/or the other). Cam will fight for something else than his live or his friend ones… (You'll see in times. That of course still amuse me ;P ) And things will get mystifying a little: I don't want you to guess the end of course… surprises all the way long it means, and evil cliff hangers probably D . Just pay attention to the line separation: it is not there to make the text look nice and neat!

I do not own Stargate SG1show character and all, there might be violence and mild language (as if I know exactly how offending those swearings really are: English is not my native language.). A little inspired by the episode and another one of Farscape that if I tell now what it is it will ruin all the surprises.

Now I hope you didn't hate my long babbling and I hope you'll enjoy Down With The Inner Shards

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"The operation will soon be completed: only a few inches of the…?" Dr Lam began, explaining at the SG1 team about their leader's case.

"Um… a kind of piece from a Letelk…" Daniel answered. Seeing the look on Lam's face; just as she expected the team to come with a clearer explanation, Jackson added slightly sheepishly: "A Letelk is the being that… did this to him. We can't tell what really happened when the hostile being managed to injure Colonel Mitchell this way; no one saw it but him of course." After all he knew only one way to get a spike in somebody's chest and it was by impaling him… though Cam already had the thing in his body when they found him on the ice and out of the freezing water.

"Right, it doesn't matter much. What I was saying is that, as lt. colonel Carter suggested, we are gradually removing the foreign body to make sure it would completely heal the gash it leaves. In a few hours, the barb will be entirely out and won't leave even a scar on our colonel." Lam informed them.

"That's some good news. Can we talk to him a little?" Carter said. It was a relieve to know everything was going well and that the handsome man would soon feel better.

"I doubt so; he is still on sedatives to ease the pain the process causes. He won't come out until we are assured the operation is completed." Lam answered.

"And you really have to keep it this slow that long?" Vala asked.

"Well, he still has a large hole right beside the heart and straight unto his lung so: yes." The doctor answered, frowning at Vala's lack of common sense.

"It wasn't taking that much time when he was with me in the ship corridors…" Vala let out with a shrug.

"What happened in the corridors?" Carter asked her, curious to heard whatever odd story she had to tell.

"I shot him… maybe three times in a row." Mal Doran answered nearly playfully as she took a fake pondering look.

"You did what?!" Daniel let out with disbelieve: no wonder why Mitchell was that bad, Vala didn't help him at all! And what if he didn't have this healing ability? That would have been dramatic after all.

"It was an accident, and he was well right after!" Vala protested to defend herself.

"But he must have been in quite a Hell at this moment…" Jackson commented with reproach.

"I said it was an accident: he was dressed as one of them, I couldn't have guessed!" She protested, pouting.

"You still can see him if you want to: the visiting hours end in about fifteen minutes." Lam interrupted them on a neutral tone to cut their talk, ignoring their childish arguing.

"We will not miss this opportunity, Doctor." Teal'c assured, slightly and politely nodding to her. At the same time, the Jaffa was amused of the silly situation Mal Doran was in. He was also happier now that he knew they were all out of danger and he was in mood of a little laughter. He also knew that if Mitchell would be with them at this time, he would have took advantage of the situation to joke about it and tease Val and Daniel.

"Then I will join you at the infirmary: I still have a thing or two to take care first: he is stable anyway so he won't need anyone to check his vitals too often."

Lam told them, a light smile on her lips as they all saluted each other and leaved to their own destination: she was heading for his father's office for a little usual chat about his injured men's conditions and SG1 were heading for their leader's bed. Maybe they would be able to get back to missions with him very soon. Still the off-world operations were all frozen since there were tests to run on the Gate to find out if the alternate wormhole SG1 took had damaged the usual one in a way. Until then, the technician team couldn't really tell and they couldn't risk trying to pass in and ending up anywhere else in the universe. Because if the irregularity came back, the team travelling could get lost once for all if it wasn't only to get killed in a horrible way. So all the SG groups were held on Earth for a little while. Though Vala, Teal'c, Daniel and Samantha were not unhappy to be able to stay at Mitchell side and take it as a breather for once, still hoping that somehow the Ori were not gaining too much ground at this time.

He felt as if the beam of light strong enough to slightly pass through his eyelids woke him up. But he wasn't feeling like doing so, sitting up and switching for his lying position: he quickly realised that every movement would wake as well his sore and stiff muscles. He only wanted to stay still in these clothes with light fabric that remembered him some kind of cheap pyjama, but the light wouldn't allow him to get back to sleep. It was like it was bringing back an old friend of his: headache, a phenomenal headache. With a grumpy grunt, the colonel tried to roll on his side to turn his back on that light and keep it from jerking around with his headache, but his eyes shot open when something looked really wrong…

He couldn't move; he was restrained; his arms on his side and a link across his chest that hold him on what seemed to be a mattress. The straps were slightly padded to not harm him, but still… He tried to fight hard, but it was vain and after a few minutes he felt too tired to keep on any longer against what fastened him down. It took a few anguishing seconds for his sight to get used to the light and to clear from this kind of blurred fog… than he realised he was in the SGC infirmary. He would have rubbed his eyes if he could; puzzled to wake up it this place and tied up on an infirmary bed. What happened again? And why was he alone and restrained? The last question was the most important: even when he tried to get away from Lam to get back in mission the faster he could, they wouldn't dare attaching him…

And habitually, at the moment he opens his eyes, Carolyn or any nurse would immediately move to his bed and begin to ask usual questions or explain what happened. You couldn't be alone for too long when they were waiting for you to wake up. As he fought again, he felt a slight unpleasant pressure on his arm and noticed the IV line: at least they had a reason to set him in this room if he had been injured. Yet even with all the medical equipment linked to him and standing around, he realised that wasn't quite it: except the fatigue and the disheartening stiffness, he didn't feel that wrong… maybe a little numb in his pectorals, but nothing more, no particular pain at all. On his visible skin, there was no mark, wound or scar, absolutely no sign of any serious injury.

"Hey! Hello! Is there anyone in here?" Cam asked loud enough to be heard.

Nothing, simply the beeping and humming sounds of the medical equipments. Cameron sighed and looked around quite desperate and drained: fine, he will have to wait for someone to show up, even if it was tied up on a bed in this so embarrassing way. Even the sheet they surely put on him was pushed to the end of the bed, useless to him if it would have been cold or anything. His sight wandered around to the evil source of the beam of light that woke him and he found it: he looked carelessly at this window with half closed curtains, lost in his thoughts. This situation seemed familiar and soon everything from his last mission came back to his mind: the ship, the rebels, the Letelk… and its spike. That could explain why he was there, at least why he was in the infirmary: about the straps that fastened him, he couldn't think of a good reason. There wasn't any good reason. Mitchell lifted his head the best he could, trying to see anything that could prove the barb had been removed. Yet the baby blue light t-shirt he was wearing would hide any bandage or scars. Trying to fight or to switch position did nothing.

But something struck him: he saw a window… wasn't he in that base dug deep in a mountain? A window to the sunny outside when he was many levels under the ground? He quickly turned back his head to stare at where he saw it only to find a plain infirmary wall… and no curtain or sun beam or glass at all. Blinking in disbelieve –because once more he couldn't reach his eyes to rub it- Mitchell stayed stun a few seconds and then slowly set his eyes on the IV line.

"What the hell they gave to me this time…?!" Cam said to himself with utter wonder: he clearly hallucinated not so long ago. Though the image seemed so clear… and he was sure it was what woke him up!

He fought once again, but this time he was trying in vain to get rid of the line without using his fastened hands: he really didn't like the idea of being plugged to anything that was driving him high in a situation that mysterious. Maybe his legs weren't attached, but what use could it have in this case? To push the sheet further and of the bed? Useless! Cam let out a frustrated groan and shook the bars on the side of the bed setting his attention back to the restraints. Maybe he could loosened those bars, take those out of the side of the bed then slide the restraints off and get his hand out of the strap…

"I wouldn't even try if I were you, now calm down a little: you'll take out your IV…" Carolyn's severe yet concerned voice could be heard as she walked quickly in and went to Mitchell's bed.

"I was thinkin' about it… Now can somebody tell me why am-I all tied up like this?!" Cam said with impatience, lifting his head to look at Lam in the eyes.

Yet the woman was checking the equipments, the line and the drip; she was quite busy looking, as if she didn't want to look directly at him and his mesmerizing eyes. She even looked cold with him… or maybe more bitter. Something felt wrong, still Cam couldn't tell why, but he was sure the woman was not like she used to be with her patient, no matter how much they pissed her off.

"You were quite hectic and feverous: we needed three men to help the nurses and I to set you back in your bed. It was the only way to keep you from harming yourself even more…" She told him strictly and simply. It was clear that there was something sombre in her tone; like the way the man acted had troubled her somewhat.

"What, really?! But I don't remember anything!" Mitchell exclaimed; quite taken aback and it showed in his face as well. How could it be true?!

"No wonder why…!" Lam snapped as she was motioning for his restraints, still not looking at his face.

"And where are the others?"

Cam asked, remembering his friends: most of the time when he is in there, they were always near and ready to visit him. Yet he felt absolutely embarrassed: if he has really been that delirious and hectic, he hoped truly that his team didn't see him in that state after all. It was a sight he would have like to spare them, whatever if he really didn't want to believe he lost his mind in any way… Though Carolyn had no reason to lie to him and fool him to think he had been violent without being aware of it…

"They were sent in a mission yesterday." Carolyn answered as she was reaching for the buckle of what fastened the man.

"Already?!" Mitchell was quite puzzled and surprised: Landry would have sent them right after the last failed mission, as he was supposedly delirious and they wouldn't mind at all?

"You slept 3 days first and stayed delirious about 2 more days. Then you stayed unconscious since Saturday." She stated slowly just as she was trying to remain stoic. She wasn't looking at him; but how embarrassed, freaked up and confused he was! How disturbing and bewildering it sounded! Knowing he was speechless without even a glance at his facial expression, she added to specify: "Today's Thursday."

That was even worst and he didn't say anything more, blinking with disbelieve and concern: he had no memories of what happened for more than a week! Was it because of the concussion? How could it explain the apparently mad behaviour? Was it because of the Letelk thing removal?! As he was still wondering as hell, the colonel felt slightly relieved when he saw her setting her fine hands on the strap that held his arm poked with the IV…at last, he was going to be free, he would put on some more fitting and usual clothes, he would ask for a day off to think of what really happened when he lost his memories, he would come back with the right apologies if he needed to and he would try to see if he could catch back on the rest of his team to help them in their mission…

But he suddenly stopped thinking about what he was planning to do then; his eyes opened wide when she simply tightened the restraints, not saying or explaining anything else to him.

"Hey wait wait wait! Why are you… I'm fine now, I… I'm not some kind of whacko anymore! Don't tell me that isn't obvious now!" Cam protested; trying in vain to keep the doctor away from the links he was fighting. It was a mistake; she couldn't just make sure he wouldn't move much when they had no reason to keep him this way now that he had his entire mind.

"I'm sorry colonel: you said about the same thing last time and it didn't end very well. We will wait until you are completely healed before re-evaluating your case." Carolyn explained as she was checking the other straps.

"To re-evaluate my case?! What's that all about; some sort of tests to find out if I'm insane?! Ok I have no idea of what I was doing and I don't even remember whatever I've done, but now I can assure you that I'm mentally fine. It wasn't me then, but currently it's the real Cameron Mitchell talking… And I can't find any reason to keep down on a damn hospital bed the real Cam Mitchell!"

Cam protested, seriously annoyed: they escaped the monster, the rebels, Mayka and all and now he's back to the situation where no one trusts him and where he is strapped to a bed. How could he be patiently accepting all this and wait for anything that will come next?!

"Oh and the completely healed part; what is it supposed to mean? I've been awake for a li'll while and it wasn't that bad." He added, still trying to meet her eyes to convince her.

However, at this moment they could hear a slight muffled ringing and the woman immediately took out of one of her pocket her pager: she read the short message with concern and immediately turned to leave the room, letting out a simple hurried:

"SG3 are back with a medical urgency, I have to go…" Before rushing by the door without leaving Cam enough time to protest or ask something more.

"Lam! I swear I'll stay still if somebody's to untie me up!" Mitchell exclaimed nearly desperately, rising his tone to make sure she would hear as she was quickly leaving.

But she wouldn't listen to him and it seemed like this part of the infirmary was cleared up to keep him isolated or something. Grunting with frustration, Cam dropped his head back on the pillow; that was a quite unpleasant situation. He tried to fight and switch position on the bed to find out if any part of his body was more hurting than the others but that was quite inconclusive fastened as he was; like he was a kind of madman. Whatever happened in this week, he had the feeling it had something to do with the Letelk spike. But what does the thing did to him; wasn't it supposed to only heal him? How could it drive him that crazy if what he has been told was true? At the same time he hoped he wouldn't stay in there any longer and won't harm SG1 and disappoint his friends in any way…

At this moment he heard the door opening and some footsteps in the entrance. Mitchell turned his head toward the doorway, hoping it was someone out to help him out of the restraints. But the time he did so, the person -that turned out to be a nurse- that entered in was already at the bed near the door to ready the sheets and the bed for a new patient: he could only see her back as she was working.

"Hey, lady, please: this is a mistake I shouldn't be still with those fastenings on… Y'mind giving me a hand?" Mitchell tried to negotiate, trying to hide as well his frustration to be held by his own people and his hurry to be free. But the nurse was still turning her back on him, ignoring him.

"Please; I'm not delirious anymore…" His tone was more desperate.

Again she was ignoring him, still readying the infirmary bed and not facing him. Maybe she was given the order to not take care of the colonel…? Exasperated, the man thumped at the pillow with his head and began to fight and shake the bars of the bed once more with anger. That jolted the nurse and she suddenly faced the man, exclaiming:

"Colonel, stop doing this please: you will ruin up your stitches!"

"Stitches?! What stitches: I don't feel anything wrong! I…"

Cam began, but suddenly interrupted himself: he stayed stunned; mouth gaped and wide eyeing the nurse that he could now see her face clearly: she looked awfully familiar… And the more she approached to reach for his restraints, the more he was shocked to find he wasn't hallucinating…

To be continued