SG-1

Off-World

*Time Skip*

I opened my eyes and realized that Sam and I were unharmed. The floor had large burn marks around the table and I looked questioningly to Sam, then up to the observation deck where Daniel and Teal'C were standing. But to my befuddlement, he was no longer there and now I could hear the alarms blaring in the SGC.

Sam quickly shut off the force field just as the door to the room slid open and a man rushed inside, heading for Sam. His face was relieved as he saw her.

"Thank God you're okay," he said, embracing Sam, who looked confused.

"Major Lorne? What are you doing here? I thought you were on Atlantis." She asked. I stayed behind her, silent and unsure of the situation. Something felt off and I didn't like the way my stomach dropped as the Major released Sam and saw me for the first time.

"Sam, who is this?" Major Lorne asked.

As it turned out, the device Sam was experimenting with had transported us to another dimension. In this dimension, Major Lorne was the leader of SG-1 and Cam was nowhere to be found.

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There were knots in my stomach as I knocked on the graffiti-covered door. I could feel my mind changing and I backed away from the door slowly, turning around and heading for the street when I heard the creak of the door opening behind me.

"Did you just ding-dong-ditch me?" I heard my favorite Midwestern accent and my heart stopped as I turned back around to face the man in the doorway.

Facing me was an unkempt man with shaggy hair sitting in a wheelchair, and if I hadn't known better, I would have mistaken him for someone else. But his voice was unmistakable, just like his once-piercing green eyes. On this man, they were filled with misery and instead of laugh lines, I saw frown lines. He looked expectantly at me.

"Cameron Mitchell?" I asked when I found my voice.

"Who's asking?" He squinted his eyes at me. It took all I had not to cry or hug him.

I took a step towards him tentatively. "A friend. Please, can we talk?"

He hesitated, still trying to figure out if he knew me. "I guess. Come on, close the door behind you." He wheeled back through the doorway and down the hallway to his living room. I shut the door and followed him through the dark apartment. It smelled musty inside.

"What did you say your name was again?" He asked, opening his fridge and pulling out a couple beers.

"Diya. Sharma." I stood awkwardly in the doorway to the living room, trying not to stare at his sparse decorations.

"Have a seat." He gestured to the lone recliner in front of the TV and offered me a beer, which I took only to have something to hold onto.

"Thank you," I said, smiling cautiously at this man who was Cameron Mitchell, but not the Cam I knew. He stared back at me, unsmiling.

"So. Diya Sharma, why are you here? And how do we know each other?" He questioned, taking a long swig of beer. It was hard not to stare at him and compare him to my Cam.

I cleared my throat. "It's a bit of a long story."

"I've got nothing but time." He looked at me with piercing eyes and I knew that some of my Cam was in there somewhere.

"Well, I'll start with how I know you...we met a few years ago. Peter's sister, Anita was getting married to my best friend and the two of us met at their wedding." I started slowly, looking down at the beer bottle in my hands. I didn't know why I was so nervous all of a sudden. I could feel my hands trembling as I held the cold bottle. He said nothing as I continued, and I could feel his eyes analyzing me as I spoke. I cleared my throat.