Hello, my peoples. Dude! Come on, I only got one review for the last chapter. I know you guys can do better than that. But the one I got was a good one, THANK YOU LILAQUAMARINE! And, as always, Lil Cwick! Did anyone watch the last episode of Stargate SG-1? I wasn't going to say this, in case anyone missed it, but you're gonna find out, anyways. They killed off Colonel Paul Emerson! I seriously cried after they did that! He was sooooo cool! Everyone! Please go to this website and sign a petition to try and get Stargate renewed! Hurry! http/ Also, I'm changing Prometheus to Daedalus. I'm gonna spell it like that, cause I don't know how it's really spelled. Also, this will take place when Vala takes a part in the team.

Chapter 15

Cameron was caught between concious and unconcious states when he felt someone pulling at him. He felt dizzy as he was lifted off the table and thrown to the ground. He jerked completely awake when his head hit the floor, and then a bright light hit his face, then was gone. He sensed the agonizing pain in his leg and side as he attempted to roll over on his back. Once able to do that, he pushed himself up to lean his back against the wall.

Barely able to see, he looked down at the damage done by the flames. He couldn't make out much, but he saw blood, and knew from common sense that he wouldn't be walking for a long time, due to damaged muscles and nerves. He swore he could feel his skin smoldering.

He realized that hardly any of his belt was left holding his pants on. From his ribs to his knee, there was nothing but blood and exposed flesh. His shirt was singed to hell, and he thanked God that he wore a belt, or not only his body would hurt, but so would his pride.

Just then, a vision flashed through his mind. He saw a woman, she was strange, not from where he was, but he knew her some how. Her hair was dark, a blackish brown, and long. 'Is she a part of my team?' he asked himself. He figured she was, since he couldn't place her anywhere else. But then again, he didn't remember anywhere else. Then Sam popped into his mind. She had tried to help him, and he was so close to going home, wherever home was, so close to finding out who we really was. Not just a man with a name, not just a member of a team of intergalactic explorers, but he wanted to know about his family, his past, everything. He wanted to remember so bad, that it ate him up just thinking about it.

A few hours went by, and the aliens still hadn't come back. Cameron grew tired, but couldn't fall asleep. The pain kept him awake. The pain from the burns, the pain from not knowing who he was.

"What have you got?" Landry asked Sam in the Conference Room.

"Well, we were able to trace the message to a planet known as Shai, but we found no ship. They must've taken off as soon as they found out Cameron'd sent the message," Sam told him.

"So you'd saying you have no idea in hell where he's at?" Landry asked.

"That's what I'm saying. But we're going back to the planet to ask if they know anything about the people that took him," said Sam. She knew she didn't even have to ask if he thought it was ok. She already knew the answer.

"Just get him back. If you find anything out, report as soon as you can. Good luck," said General Landry, standing up, then leaving the room, also leaving it quiet.

"We will find him," Teal'c said, breaking the silence.

"I hope so," Sam told him, then looked to Daniel. "You guys better get ready. I'll meet you down there in about an hour. I've gotta take care of something, first." She pushed herself up from her chair and also left the room.

Daniel and Teal'c were getting quite good at exchanging looks behind Sam's back, and it just became natural the past few weeks. "We'll find him," Daniel copied Teal'c, who nodded slightly.

Landry heard a knock on his door just as he was sitting down. "Come in," he called out. He was surprised to see Sam enter his office. "Is everything all right, Colonel?"

"Do you really have to ask?" she asked him.

"What's on your mind?" he asked her.

"Have you contacted Cameron's dad, yet?" she asked him, taking a seat.

"Not about this, no, I haven't. What should I tell him? 'Mr. Mitchell, we found your son, but lost him again'?" asked Landry.

"No, Sir. But could you see how he's doing for me? I'm sure he's going through a rough time, but to tell you the truth, I've been avoiding calling him-"

"And you want to know if I can do it for you?" Landry asked with an amused smile on his face. "It's ok, Colonel. Go get ready, I'll take care of it."

"Thank you, Sir," she said, standing from the chair.

"Don't worry about it," he called to her as she left the office, closing the door behind her.

Ok, sorry it's taken so long. I'm getting behind on everything this year. But thanks for sticking with me, anyways. Bie:0D