Eyup. Seems like there's not many people into my writings these days, or into Cameron Mitchell, for that matter, so this is the last chapter. JUST KIDDING! Thanks to lil Cwick and , I'm going to continue to write, and I'd continue, anyways, but it makes me feel better to know that there's actually people out there reading it. Thanks you guys:0D

I don't own any of these characters except for Sha'kura and all of the other peeps I made up. I made up Cameron Mitchell. Not. I wish. Happy beginning of June! No more school:0D

Chapter 3

"You will be set for execution at dawn," was the first thing Cameron heard when the door opened to the holding cell he was in. From the looks of it, he was on the Goa'ulds' ship. He just wished that the others found a way to get him out of this. Or he'd have to do it, himself, and he knew that it wouldn't turn out nicely for anyone. But a part of him was glad that he'd done it. Chiron was safe. At least, he hoped he was. He was positive that Sam would've came back with an army if Chiron hadn't made it.

"How nice," Cameron said to Sha'kura.

"You will pay for your insolence. You will be poisoned. And you will die alone," he told Mitchell.

Mitchell just smiled smugly and said, "Are you so sure about that? I've got friends in high places, and even though I'm as annoying as hell, they stick their necks out for me. And I do the same for them. You should leave these people alone. And all the other ones you've enslaved or wreaked havoc on. I'm warning you."

"And what will you do about it?" asked Sha'kura.

"I'll do all I can," said Mitchell. "You don't really know what you've got til it's gone, do you? Just wait."

"Oh, I will. And when I watch you suffer as you die a slow and painful death, I will know that my people have been avenged for what you did to them," he said.

"But will mine for what you did?" Cameron asked, not expecting an answer.

Sha'kura said nothing, but turned and walked briskly out of the cell, leaving Cameron in the dark.

He had to think of a way out of there, and he knew it. He was trying to put on a show, trying to look confident, but for all he knew, the ship had already taken off, and Sam, Daniel, Teal'c, and Chiron could all be dead. And not to mention that he, himself, was scared to death.

Don't think like that. They're fine. They'll be here. They always are, Cameron tried to convince himself. But he was loosing faith fast. He wasn't sure if he was going to walk out of that place, or if he was going to be drug out. And he couldn't help but feel anxious, waiting for the door to open again. He had no idea what time it was, and then the thought hit him; if he was to be killed at sunrise, then he was still on the planet, and the others still had a good chance of finding him.

But that thought didn't shake the uneasy feeling he had in the pit of his stomache. Maybe I'm hungry...

Sorry, that's it, for now. It's 12:12 in the morning, and I'm pooped. Seriously. I've been staying up until 1 in the morning for the past week or so. Cameron's not the only anxious person here, you know. I hope you like this chapter. Now that school's out, I should be able to update more often. Oftener. I like oftener, better. It's a hilarious word, or however you spell hilerious. I've been using that word in my stories for like, six years, and I still don't know how to spell it. It's sad, I know, but true. Anyone know? I can't remember who, but one of you guys out there told me how, but I can't remember. Bie:0D