Sorry for the delay. The really, really big delay. Thank you, everyone, for the reviews. They help me a lot. A can't think of everyone's names right now, but thank you Lil Cwick, dragon person, sorry , I have a bad memory, and everyone else. I don't own Stargate, or its humor...well, maybe a little, but ok. Did you know that they're thinking about making an SG-1/ Atlantis Crossover MOVIE? That is soooo cool! They're having a cross-over episode, but they're thinking about making a movie, too. Well, here goes the chapter...and my dignity...no, really. I'm kidding. Here you go!

Chapter 8

"Why the hell can't I remember anything?" Cameron asked Garrune as he ate his bread.

"You were involved in an explosion, and you hit your head on something, which most-likely caused your lack of memory," Garrune said. "Do you remember who you are?"

"No. All I remember is what a television is, what I am, and who you are. And that's about it," Mitchell told him.

"You are Colonel Cameron Mitchell," Garrune said. "You were captured by a Goa'uld, but escaped, with the loss of your memory. Perhaps your friends will return to this rock, and you may go back with them."

"But I don't know who my friends are, or what they look like," Mitchell said.

"I do. Do not worry about that, Colonel. In time, you may regain your memory, hopefully enough for you to remember where you are from," Garrune said, but hesitated before speaking again. "Your friends believe you are dead, Colonel Mitchell."

"But you just said they'd come back. Why the hell would they come back if I'm dead!" Cameron said, standing up. "Are you saying I'm trapped here?"

"No, I am saying that it may be a while before you will be able to return to your home. You have to either remember your dialing sequence, or wait for them to return," said Garrune.

"So my chances of going home are what, slim to none? This is gonna take a while."

"It will take time, yes. But time will heal the most severe of all wounds," Garrune told him.

"I hope you're right."

A week had passed since the funeral, but Sam still had her mind on Cameron. Damn, she missed him. She wished more than anything he was there with her, just to make her smile, to get her mind off his death. They'd gotten there too late. Just by a few hours. She knew they shouldn't have left him there, in the first place. And even though they had, they should've got back right away.

"Sam?" she heard from behind her. She twisted around to see Daniel in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

"Yeah?" she said.

He walked into the lab and sat down across from her with a look of concern on his face. "Do you wanna talk?"

"No, not right now, Daniel. I'm pretty busy," she told him, looking down at her papers.

"Sam, you haven't gone on a mission for nearly two weeks, you can't be working on a report," said Daniel.

"Actually, I'm writing a report on that thing," she said, pointing at a circular objects with different colored lights protruding from its exterior. "I'm thinking it's the Halkinians' version of our earthquake monitors. It recorded what looked like sizemographic readings, and I think that-"

"Sam, you're obsorbing yourself into your work so you don't have to think about him," said Daniel. He looked at her, setting a hand on hers. "It's ok, Sam. It's normal. I'm not gonna say it'll get better, because it doesn't. It was a quick, painless death, Sam. Besides, and I'm not trying to sound like those movie actors, but he's moved on to a better place."

"Garrune?" asked Cameron as he changed back into his old clothes.

"Yes?" he replied.

"I think I remember a symbol. I'm not sure, though. Listen, even if I do somehow remember each and every symbol to my gate address, how will I know which order they go it? I mean, come on. I'm near hopeless, here," said Cameron.

"Sit down," said Garrune, so Mitchell sat. "Close your eyes and relax. Breathe in deeply, hold it for a little, then let it out. Repeat it six times. Then let your mind drift. Something is sure to come to you, Colonel Mitchell."

Cameron closed his eyes and did as the old man told him. A moment later, he caught a flash of a man. He had dark skin, and a symbol on his forhead. Somehow, they were close, but he didn't get a name. Then another man, but he got a name, this time. Laundry? No, what was laundry? Clothes. Landry. General Landry. His boss.

Mitchell tried to think of his gate address, but he kept getting the same symbol each time: an arrow pointing upwards with a circle on the top, like a sun coming over a mountain. Another symbol darted through his mind, and was gone as fast as it came, but was there long enough for him to recognize it. A circle, then a curved line. He sat for a while longer, but nothing else came into his mind. He didn't really care, at the moment, though. He knew that he was one step closer to finding out who he was, and where he belonged.

Eyup. I've been listening to piano music the past three days, to see if it'll changed my aura, and I think it is. It's inspired my writing, and I'm through with my writer's block. See, I had this huge writer's block that was the longest one I'd ever had, about a month, but now it's over with. I ate it. Well, I hope you like this chapter, bie:0D