I know, it took a while to get this up, but not as long as it used to. Did everyone watch the 200th episode! It was like, the awesomest thing, ever! Well, I don't own the characters of Stargate SG-1, Joseph Malozzi, Brad Wright, and that other guy do, so yeah. I don't know. Well, I don't, anyways. That's all I know...or is it? Listen, I don't know which ship got blown up, or whatever, so if I sent the message to the wrong ship, I'm sorry, but I seriously can't remember, so I sent it to the Prometheus, which I think is the one that got blown up. By the way, this is a little graphic and gory, so yeah. Just thought I'd warn ya. I hope you like it:0D

Chapter 14

Daniel waited in the Conference Room with the rest of the team for General Landry. He'd said it was important, but Daniel couldn't think of anything more important at the moment than getting Cameron back. Landry'd called them back from the planet an hour after they'd got there. Sam wanted to see if there were any traces of who or what had taken Cameron. She was frustrated beyond anything when Landry called them back to Earth.

A moment after that thought, Landry entered the room and sat in his chair at the end of the table.

"Prometheus just contacted me with some very important information. The seargent received a message this morning, and he recorded it and sent it to me to listen to, and I believe it's important that you listen to it, also," Landry explained. He set a recorder on the table and pressed play.

If you guys can hear me, I need help. I'm in this ship...I don't know where the hell it's at. I've managed to get away for a few minutes, but I can't get off here by myself, they heard, then it cut off abruptly.

"Colonel Mitchell sent this to us from what we believe to be the alien ship that took him, but we haven't been able to trace it, yet. They're working on it up there, as we speak," said Landry.

"How'd he remember how to contact us? He didn't remember the gate address, how could he have remembered this?" asked Sam. "Nevermind, that's not important. How are we gonna get him off?" asked Sam.

"Well, once we find the ship, we'll have to formulate a plan, and that's another reason I called you all here," said Landry. "Have fun with it," he said, standing up, then he walked out of the room.

Sam looked at Daniel, then to Teal'c, confusion etched on her face.

"I guess we should get started, then?" said Daniel.

Teal'c nodded slightly. "Indeed."

Cameron wondered if they'd gotten the message. He hoped to God that they did, because he really didn't know how he was going to leave this place, if they didn't. He knew he was going to die, unless they found him. He was in a hopeless situation, but he had hope. A hopelessly hopeful situation,he thought.

When he'd woke up, he'd found himself strapped down to a table, once again, but he couldn't sense anyone else in the room. It was dark, just like before. As far as he could tell, it was empty, with the acception of himself.

Just when that thought occured, he heard the door slide open as light flooded the room, then heard clicking a moment later as the creature walked over to the side of the table.

"Danoir?" he asked the creature.

"It is I," said the voice.

"Listen, I swear I don't remember where I'm from, ok? There's no sense in doing this if I'm not going to be able to give you any information. I don't have any information to give you. Why don't you just end this?" Cameron asked Danoir.

"Justin, you are a prisoner of our species. You will not leave, and you will not be killed. You will stay in this room until we have received the information we seek. Where are you from?" asked Danoir.

Cameron didn't speak. He knew there was no sense in talking to the creature. He didn't need to be told he wasn't going to leave. He didn't need to be told he was going to be tortured. He knew the drill, but he didn't want to face it.

"Answer my question," said Danoir, more forcefully.

Cameron felt a sharp pain in his side as a metal object met with his skin, sinking through flesh as blood seeped out through the wound. He winced, but made no sound as the knife was jerked from his body. He squoze his eyes shut for a few seconds, then slowly opened them and looked at Danoir.

"I can't," he said, still looking it in the eyes.

"Then I can't help you," it told him.

Danoir held up a figure that looked like a small black bottle. He pushed in on a button, sending flames shooting out of the side. Cameron figured it must be their version of a lighter.

Danoir lowered the lighter to Cameron's knee, holding it there for a moment. "It will be easier if you tell me willingly."

"I never take the easy way out. You should know that by now," he half-joked, then looked back up at the gray ceiling.

He felt the fire make contact with the cloth of his pants, the heat burning his skin as the it covered his knee, snaking up his leg, searing away his flesh. He didn't scream as the pain took over his body, but wasn't able to hold back the whimpers that escaped. He felt it burning on his side as it continued its way up. Everything began to blacken and gray, then he thankfully closed his eyes as he slipped into unconciousness.

It's a LITTLE graphic, I know. But I love it. Sorry I haven't been on in a while, but we've been having homework every night and all that. My sister's having her baby Tuesday, a C-Section, and I had concessions Friday night, and yesterday, I went to Mt. Pleasant to see JO DEE MASINA! I don't know if you spell her name like that, but she was sooooo awesome! She was signing stuff after the show, and my sister and I ALMOST got her autograph before she left, but it was awesome, anyways. Well, bie:0D