Eyup. Happy late fourth of July! I've been really busy the past couple of days, so I haven't been able to get onto my computer, even, but here I am now. Superman Returns is a movie worth watching, people. So watch it! No, I'm kidding. Well, here you go, and I hope you like it! I don't own Cameron, Daniel, Sam, Teal'c, the Goa'uld, Walter, Caroline, Landry, or any of the other SGC characters, and all that other stuff.

Chapter 7

The SGC had already sent Chiron back to his home planet when Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c returned from their mission. He'd been sent bearing the good news that Sha'kura had been defeated.

As the week went by, they made arrangements for Mitchell's funeral, a full-out military funeral. It was hard to do, since they didn't have a body, but it was planned for the next day, and they had to figure out the expenses.

Daniel had been looking for Sam for the past half hour, and finally found her in the lab, by herself.

"Tammy, I told you I'm fine," she said without looking up.

"Tammy?" Daniel asked, causing Sam to look up from her paperwork with a startled expression on her face. "I wasn't aware I'd changed my name."

"Sorry, Daniel. She's been coming in every hour to check up on me, and I keep telling her I'm fine, but she-"

"You're fine?" asked Daniel. "One of your team mates...one of your friends just died. Excuse me if I don't take your word for it." Sam said nothing, so Daniel went on. "He was a good friend of all of us, Sam. Even Teal'c's isolated himself. But we can't keep it up like this for long. We're still a team, and teams work things out. Ok?"

"Daniel, he...it hasn't even been a year, yet, and he's went and got himself killed-"

"He saved Chiron's life, and that's what counts. It's not like it was suicide, Sam. He did it for...I can't believe I'm going to say this...he did it for the greater good. You have to understand that, for your sake, and for his. He didn't die in vain."

Mitchell awoke to a strange smell. He couldn't quite figure out what it was, but it was strange.

He sat up on what he thought looked like a cot, from what he could see in the dim light, but plummeted back down due to the pain that spiked in his head. He turned his head slightly, as not to upset the pain again, and took in his surroundings. He was in a small room with a small window, in which the moon shown through, there was a strange plant hanging from the ceiling, and a cabinet beside his cot.

Not too bad. Just needs a wide-screen and a sound system, and we're good to go.

He sat up more slowly this time, then planted himself at the edge of the bed, trying to will his body to stand up. Once he finally did, the room spun like a tilt-o-whirl in fast-forward. He set a hand on the wall to steady himself as he headed towards the doorway.

There was no knob, so he pushed it open to reveal a slightly larger room, in which a man was sleeping. He recognized the face, but couldn't quite get the name right. Garan...George...no, not George...Gorek? He noticed the man starting to stir, then finally opened his eyes.

"Colonel Mitchell, what are you doing?" asked the man as he sat up. "You must rest. You have a full day ahead of you," the man told him.

Mitchell wanted to say something, but couldn't think of anything to say. There was nothing he could say. At that moment, he sensed something was wrong. He thought back to what had brought him here, but only pieces of his memories flashed by too quickly to see exactly what they were. He remembered something about a fire...no, an explosion.

His vision started getting fuzzy as dizziness took over him once again, but this time, his had no wall to told on to. He waited for the impact of the ground to meet him, but it didn't come. Instead, he was layed back onto his cot.

He looked up to see the familiar man hovering above him with concern etched on his face. Garrune.

He thought of one thing before he blacked out, the thing that had been bothering him since he woke up: why couldn't he remember anything?

Eyup. I know, it doesn't explain much, but it lets you know that he's alive and...ok, he's just alive. Well had been thrown out the window along with his memory. Yeah, I'm evil. I know it. Bie:0D