Eyup, here's number 12. I hope you like this one, and I hope it comes out longer than the last chapter...hmmm. I love pudding. Chocolate pudding. Who took Cameron? And why? And why does this has nothing to do with the story's summary? I still have to change that...they were only supposed to rescue Chiron, but now look what's happened! Ahhh! I don't own any of these characters, and all that, except for the people things who took Cameron. Those are mine. Eyup... :0D

Chapter 12

"Son of a-"

"Sir-" Sam cut him off.

"I can't believe this happened again!" Landry shouted in the Conference Room. "What is this, the third time? Fourth? I'm gonna kill every damn alien that poses a threat to us. I mean, how many people really hate us this much! What the hell happened?"

"I don't know what it was, Sir. Like I said, this bright light just...came out of nowhere and surrounded Cam. The others were already through the gate when it came out. There was no warning that it was coming. No signals, or anything," Sam explained, taking a seat.

"Don't get too comfortable. You guys still need to get down to the infirmary. You shouldn't even be in here, now. Carolyn's gonn chew my ass off. Figuratively speaking, of course. Get going, then," said General Landry.

Cameron awoke to darkness, and a biting cold. He tried to sit up, but found himself strapped down to whatever he was laying on. He turned his head, sending pain shooting like fireworks behind his eyes. Trying to ignore his newly found headache, he tried to make something out that could tell him where he was, but he only saw darkness. He raised his head up as far as he could without being choked by his neck strap, but that didn't help anything, either.

He thought back to what had happened, and remembered a light, and Sam. Sam, looking at him helplessly. And him being helpless. Hell, he didn't even remember who Sam was, but missed her. He missed everyone he couldn't remember. The people who knew him, but he couldn't remember.

It was deathly quiet in the room, or wherever he was. There was no wind, no footsteps, nothing. Just quiet. Just darkness.

God, was he dead? Is that what death was like? Cold, dark, and quiet? No, that couldn't be right. There was a God, wasn't there? If there was, why was this happening? Then he remembered that everything happens for a reason. At least he remembered that. Why couldn't he remember the important things, like his friends, and family? Did he even have a family? Of course he did, didn't he? Everyone has a family...

At that moment, he heard something. Someone unlatched something. The door? He didn't see any light where a doorway would be. He heard footsteps, then, and breathing. There was something different about the steps of whoever was in the room with him. They weren't human. At least, he didn't think they were. There were two sets of steps, but only one set of breathing. What the hell was he dealing with?

Just then, a bright light flooded the room, literally blinding him for about a minute, until his eyes adjusted as best they could. Things were still blurry when he saw a face hovering above him. Was it a face? He thought it was, at first, but now he wasn't so sure. It looked to be a bug-eyed creature, with a sluggish face. He turned his head a little to look at the rest of the creature, to find the creature wearing a ruddy-eggplant colored robe-type wardrobe, and also saw a table beside the creature, covered with strange utinsels, but he could guess they weren't for eating with...or were they?

The creature said nothing, just stared at Mitchell, so Cam decided to break the silence.

"Who are you?" asked Cameron.

No answer.

"Ok, what are you?" he tried.

Still no answer.

"Do you talk?" Cameron asked.

Nothing.

He was really getting tired of this. "What do you want with me?"

The creature still said nothing, but turned to the table and picked up a strange-looking object which resembled a sort of miniature electric saw.

"Yeah...what are you wanting to do with that? You're not a carnivore, are you?" Cameron asked, considering the possibility.

It said nothing. The thing turned back toward Cameron and tore open his shirt, removing it from his body.

This doesn't look good, he thought as the creature began to stare at him again.

"What is your name?" the creature asked, speaking for the first time. It's voice sounded normal enough, not like those things in the movies.

"Now you wanna talk? Damn, I've been asking you all sorts of things, and now you say something after scaring me half to death with that thing? I asked you first," Cameron said.

"What is your name?" the creature asked again, sounding more agitated this time.

Cameron, deciding not to agravate the creature anymore, said, "Justin," he lied. Hopefully, this time, he would remember it. "Now what's yours?"

"Your full name," said the creature.

"Case. Justin Case," he told the creature.

"I am Danoir Shekliv," the creature told Cameron.

"Russian?" asked Mitchell.

"Rushing what?" it asked.

"Nevermind. What do you want with me?" Mitchell asked Danoir.

"What were you doing on our planet?" Danoir asked.

"Your planet? Listen, I've been living there for the past month. Why didn't you take me before?" he questioned.

"Why were you on our planet?" asked Danoir.

"I was captured by the Goa'uld. I was held against my will," said Gellen.

"Where are you from?" Danoir asked.

"I don't know," he said, then realized how pathetic that sounded. Of course they wouldn't believe him.

"Tell me," it said, turning on the saw, which emitted a whirring sound, "where you are from."

"I swear to God I don't know. I lost my memory when I was with the Goa'uld," said Cameron.

"Did you? Then you had better pray that you regain it, or you will be in much pain. And you will not leave here, until my superiors have their answers. Do you understand?" Danoir asked him.

"Listen, Danoir," Cameron said over the sound of the saw. "You seem like a reasonable...whatever you are. At the risk of sounding like Jean-Claud Van Damm, can't we all just get along?"

"We cannot, unless you have information for me to give to my superiors. When you do, you will be set free," it told him.

Cameron knew he was in a rut that he couldn't get out of. He didn't know anything they wanted to know, but even if he did, he wouldn't tell them. Maybe it was better that way. Nothing would slip if he became delirious.

"I don't have anything for you," Cameron said, breaking eye contact.

"Then I am sorry for your fate," it told him. That was the last thing it said before the saw was lowered to his chest.

Ouch...that's gotta hurt. And now it shows that his life is endangered because of the loss of his memory. Just think, all of this started because they wanted to...see new people. Sorry, I had to say it. Eyup. Well, I'll be back! Bie:0D