Well, I don't own this, and school starts the 21st, so I'm gonna have to finish this quick. I'm not talking about ending it open, or anything, just going to try and update more often. By the way, in the previous chapter, I said that Mitchell was talking to Garrune AS he dressed, but I meant AFTER he dressed, ok? Ok. That was an accident, and it sounded WAY wrong. For Mitchell. I have nothing against gay people, in fact, I believe people should be able to do anything they want...and when I say anything, I mean, proffessionally anything. Well, not anything...Yeah, that was Jack. Hilarious. I know how to spell hilarious, now! YAY! Thank you peepls! Here you go!

Chapter 9

Two more weeks went by, and he'd remembered nothing. He was beyond frustrated-heck, frustrated washappy-joy compared to what he was feeling. He was annoyed more than anyone in the entire godforsaken universe, and further. He only wanted to go home, wherever that was. He missed it, even longed for it, although he didn't even remember it. But he wanted to more than anything in the world. More than anything in the galaxy. He was driving himself crazy trying to think of something, anything, that could take him home.

Maybe he would have to live there for forever? No, he couldn't stand that. He wouldn't. He'd have to remember something, wouldn't he? His memory should eventually come back, right? The only thing he got was images that left as quickly as they came, and they were hardly able to be seen. He always got feelings of Deja Vu, which led him into deep thought, and he wouldn't eat for the rest of the day.

Mitchell looked up from the book cover he'd been staring at for the past hour. It seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. It was a childrens' book that he'd found at one of the local markets. The picture on the front was of some kind of creature. It had four legs, was tall, with a thick neck, and long hair growing between its two ears that grew upright from its skull. He knew there was something like it where he was from, but he couldn't match the creature with the name. Something...it started with an 'h?' Maybe. Hose? No, hose was something else, something also familiar. That picture reminded him of someone, someone close. Family. An old woman. Yes, she had one of those creatures, and he would ride on it when he was little. Horse. The word snapped into his mind, so abruptly it nearly scared him, but soon that feeling was replaced with excitement.

"Horse."

Sam walked into General Landry's office, nearly a month after Mitchell's death. She'd been told the matter was urgent. She was meeted by a smile as she took a seat across from Landry's desk.

"How are you feeling, Sam?" Landry asked her cheerfully. A little too cheerfully.

"I'm...fine. Why?" she asked suspiciously.

"I've been told you want to go back to the planet? Are you sure that's a good idea, after what happened there?" Landry said carefully.

"Sir, I just want to make sure that the people there are still safe. Who knows what could've happened in the time that we were gone? More Goa'uld may very well have compromised the planet, and killed many of its inhabitants for what we've done. I just want to-"

Landry cut her off. "Make sure the people are safe, Sam, yes. I get the picture. I'll send a team in an hour. I'm guessing you want to join them?"

"Yes, Sir. And I beleive Daniel and Teal'c would like to, also," Sam said.

"Of course. Get ready," Landry told her with a smile.

She smiled back, standing from the plush chair, then said, "Thank you, Sir. It means a lot to me, Sir."

He smiled, once again, and said, "I know what 'thank you' means, Colonel."

"Yes, Sir," she told him, then turned and walked out of the room.

Exactly an hour later, the team met up in the Embarkation Room, painfully short one member.

Daniel knew they probably wouldn't need the weapons they carried with them, but you could never be too careful, huh? The only thing he figured they'd do is scare off the villagers, if there were any. He hoped he wouldn't have to use his.

Teal'c looked up to the control room as Walter's voice was heard over the intercom while he spoke out, "Chevron Seven, locked." He turned back to the blue pool of energy, then followed Sam's lead as he walked up the ramp, followed by Daniel, Lt. Jonson, and Mjr. Renken.

He felt a familiar sensation as his body was demolecularized for what could have been the thousandth time, then remolecularized as he shot out through the puddle.

The gate shut down behind them just after Mjr. Renken left the energy pool, and they were left in the middle of the grassy plain.

Sam headed towards the treeline, ready for the insanely long trip back to the village.

The team reached it an hour later, to be met by a kind-looking woman, appropriately dressed for the surprisingly cool weather. Sam had suspected it to be warm, like the last time they were there. She hadn't really paid attention to the MALP readings before they left. her thoughts were preoccupied by something else...someone else.

"You are the people that saved us from the Goa'uld," said the woman, and it wasn't a question. She seemed overly happy to see them, and Daniel thought it strange that she was smiling so broadly.

"They haven't come back?" asked Daniel.

"They have not. Garrune wishes to speak with you. He-"

"Garrune?" Teal'c asked incredulously. "Is he not unwelcome among your people?"

Sam couldn't believe what she was hearing. The very person who was responsible for Cameron's death, still alive, and living among these people. Were the villagers trying to play them? She could have sworn he died in the explosion.

Teal'c led the team to an abandoned corner in the village, leaving the woman to herself.

"I believe they are trying to set a trap. Something is not right," said Teal'c, speaking in a low voice.

"You're right," Daniel said, and it brought back the memory of when he'd said that very thing to Cameron when they'd first arrived at this planet a month ago. I'm right. He didn't regret saying it. Mitchell had been right about more than just that. But he'd been wrong to give himself to the Goa'uld. Hadn't he? How could he have just left his team like that? His team, that he was supposed to take care of. But he'd done it, himself. But he came back. He didn't stay gone.

"Maybe we should check it out, though. I haven't seen anything Goa'uld-related. Have you?" asked Sam, looking at Teal'c.

"If I had, I would have spoken," he said, though kindly.

"Yeah, sorry. We've got our weapons advantage, if they try anything. You wanna?" she asked the others.

"Sounds good to me, ma'am," said Lt. Jonson. "It's worth a look."

"Guys?" she asked, daring anyone to state an objection.

"He may have only switched sides. He might actually just want to talk," Daniel said, agreeing with her.

She nodded, then they walked back to the woman, who had stood there the entire time.

"Where is Garrune?" Daniel asked her.

"I will show you to him," she said to the others, so they followed her lead as she walked down the dirt street. Minutes later, they came to an old house which could have been mistaken for an indian pueble, if not for the wood door and lack of mountain side. "He is here. I will leave you to speak with him," she said, then walked away.

"You ready?" Sam asked the others, and recieved nods, so she knocked on the door, and it opened. She expected to see Garrune, but instead, it was a tall, auburn-haired man, and it nearly took her breath away. It was Cameron.

Ohhh, I am SO evil. I know it. Now you can all kill me...if you want. But I don't think, deep down inside, you really want to, because you will never find out what happens next. I will put up the next chapter BERRY soon, so you don't have to go nuts, like I am right now. Even I'M wondering what will happen next. I know. I'm evil...SO evil. Well, don't die on me, now. Bie:0D