OH MY GOD! Sorry for not updating for so long-It's just that I don't have the opportunity to do so very often. We don't have any computers in this house I can do it with. Forgiveness please. Bows

Here is the next chapter. FINALLY.

Duo sat on the bed in a small, sparsely decorated 'guest' room in the SGC, one hand on a knee, the other hand covered half of his face, and the elbow rested on the other knee. He hadn't moved since he'd sat down after being marched there directly after stumbling out of the StarGate. He had a lot to think about after all, and had a lot to absorb in a short time.

General Hammond tore his eyes off of the screen and spun around in his swivel chair. He looked around at his best team plus the ambassador to earth. All were seated around the long wooden table in the conference room.

"Could anyone please explain to me what's going on?" the chubby bald man asked calmly, raising an eyebrow. His voice was light, sure, but that, in this sort of situation, was not a good sign.

"Well… um… it's a little complicated sir…" Jack stuttered, making undecipherable motions with his hands, if they adhered to the subject at all. Most of the people in the room had to fight back the desire to roll their eyes.

"I don't think the boy's been a host for very long, George. There's almost no naquedah in his blood," Selmac, Jacob's symbiote, explained, "another thing, I have never seen a relationship between a Goa'uld symbiote and a host like theirs before. It's as if the symbiote can't take over the body." Selmac sounded perplexed and furrowed Jacob's brow. Hammond nodded and began turning possibilities over in his mind.

"Yes, Jack?" Hammond sighed, kneading his brow with his knuckles. Jack stopped waving his arms around like a madman and placed them obediently on the table, clearing his throat loudly.

"On the ship, he had like this seizure moment, and then he said something—" Jack started, snapping his hands up as if imitating an explosion. Daniel cut him off, and Jack curled his fingers, sending Daniel a mean look.

"In Japanese. He said, 'Ow, now I have a headache,' or something to that effect." Daniel explained quickly, he had a slightly foggy look, he hadn't even meant to speak out, it was reflex really.

"That's nice, Daniel." Jack interrupted, rolling his eyes and slumping in his chair. It was a stunning impression of a dishearten, spoiled rotten nine-year-old.

"It's possible that the host and symbiote were fighting for control of the body. If the host actually could match the symbiote in a struggle it would put severe strain on the body." Selmac agreed, nodding placidly.

"He couldn't walk afterwards?" Jack offered, unsure if it was anything of importance, looking up from his thumbs.

"And he did look like he was having trouble getting off the ship alone—although he insisted on doing it by himself." Sam added.

"Exhaustion." Selmac nodded in agreement. It was the simplest and most obvious answer.

"It could have been shock." Daniel said absently, eyes focused on the glasses he was cleaning under the table. Everyone looked at him. He didn't look up to check his audience, but continued none-the-less.

"I mean," Daniel slid his glasses back on, "he just found out that he was, not only some place completely alien -no pun intended-, but his home is, probably, in a different time—possibly hundreds of years into the future, if not thousands." Daniel's gut ached, remembering Sha'uri, Skaara, even Little Bit, and his lost home on Abidos—possibly the only place he'd ever felt at home—he hurt, but didn't show it.

"Should we go visit the boy?" Hammond asked, placing folded hands on the table. Though it was phrased as one, it was not a question, but a demand. It was not every day that a Goa'uld, a child Goa'uld, was brought into the base by none other than O'Neill—someone who really did not like Goa'uld.

"Duo." A new voice said, startling the others. It was a fine voice that only Hammond didn't recognize. It was full and pleasant to the ears. But the voice had no body, no source from which it came. At Hammond's demand, the lithe form ghosted out of the shadows that didn't exist.

"It's Duo Maxwell. I run, I hide, but I never tell a lie." Duo smiled brightly, a cub-scout salute in place.

"What?! How?!" Hammond's chair spun around. The room on the surveillance monitor was empty. A physical impossibility, he was sure.

"Please… I've been living on the streets my whole life—Do you honestly think I couldn't pick a simple lock? Besides. It's boring in there. As hell, might I add. Not so much as a friggin' book." Duo scoffed, waving a light hand at them.

"But how did… without being seen… so fast…?" Shock and incredulous awe was making the two star general stammer rather ungracefully.

"Infiltration is my specialty. No, actually that's Trowa's specialty. But I'm a little monster when it comes to sneaking around where I'm not supposed to be. They always know afterwards though… I can't possibly fathom why… but I suppose explosions are a little hard to miss…" Duo sighed arrogantly, flipping his braid. It shot over his shoulder like a whip and swung back and forth in hypnotic rhythm.

"So they are…" Hammond frowned; he'd gotten over his shock. Now he was just irritated, leaning towards pissed.

"Don't look so mistrusting General. I told you, I never tell a lie." Duo sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets—he quickly thought that it would be safer otherwise and let his hands hang limply by his sides and in plain view. Duo was no stranger to, 'hands where I can see them.'

"And you haven't said anything that is worth lying about either. Why should I trust you either way?" Hammond demanded, drumming his fingers against the desk.

"Who said anything about trust? Trust is hard won, General. It's also very, very easy to break. I don't stab knives in peoples backs. I prefer to face 'em." Duo said, snatching a rubber band off of a stack of papers and beginning to play cat's cradle with it.

Hammond looked questioningly at the others. They all just shrugged. He didn't seem malevolent, but then, he was a Goa'uld.

"I don't need your trust, General, I'd just prefer it if you'd stop acting if I'd blow the place to hell as soon as you look away. I could, mind you, and in times of total boredom I'd probably be really, really tempted to, but I usually don't do it to the people who helped me. Tho' on occasion, I've done it to people who've helped me after the fact. And yes, they do know it was me. I've got the scars to prove it. Damn." The 'damn' was in response to the rubber band that Duo was having trouble dislodging from his hand. His fingers were turning purple in the heavy silence. Everyone watched Duo. He managed to get the rubber band off. He starred at his hand and wiggled his fingers. There was more silence. Duo managed to get his hand tangled again.

"Kid doesn't quit. No pain no gain." Jack sighed, passing a marble he'd smuggled into the room from hand to hand in a mini soccer game.

"No guts no glory. No slut no f—" Duo hummed. Hammond cleared his throat loudly to cut Duo off from the next obvious word—obvious in that it was a very naughty one.

"I was going to say fudge brownies. Jeez, you have a dirty mind." Duo said distractedly. Suddenly the rubber band snapped off his hand and went sailing across the room and somehow managed to knock down one of Hammond prized diploma things. Hammond scowled, Duo covered his mouth with both hands, and Jack was seconds away from howling with laughter.

"If he is indeed from the future, perhaps he is related to O'Neill?" Teal'c mused. There was a series of choking noises. Poor Teal'c didn't understand the other's reactions because, he of course, had meant it seriously; which just made it all the funnier.

"Okay, so just don't go around telling people you're hosting a Goa'uld." Jack explained as he and Duo walked down the tunnels of the SGC towards the mess hall. Hammond, never before faced with such an occurrence, was completely idealess on how to go about the situation. With Duo's amazing escape as proof that locking him up somewhere was pointless, Hammond had sighed and gone against better judgement.

"Right." Duo replied. He'd been given allowance to roam the halls of SGC, but not without an official escort armed with handy dandy Goa'uld tranquilizers, which Janet had made a healthy batch of.

"That's about all. I don't think there are very many normal people on this base anymore, and if there are, then they're used to so much weird shit that that alone qualifies as weird. So you'll probably fit right in." Jack said, clapping Duo on the back and giving him a thumbs up.

'Oh, I feel so relieved at your statement! I will inflict pain upon you!' Rain'aok hissed, Duo just let the alien rant like the devil in the back of his head as Jack continued his joyful lament of sorts.

"Does that mean I'll be attacked with large swords? It makes me feel homely." Duo asked calmly, peering into the open doors they happened to pass. Jack missed a step and turned to give Duo a confused look of horror. Duo, sensing something amiss, jerked his head around quick as lightning to fix an unspoken question on Jack.

"Was that…?" Jack trailed off, not having to finish the statement for Duo to understand. Duo's mind was dirty enough that he found the hidden innuendo in every statement spoken; that didn't exclude his own words.

"No, it was not a naughty joke. I said it exactly as I meant it." Duo sniffed, closing his eyes in an arrogant fashion.

"Then no." Jack huffed.

"Then no? Does that mean I'll be attacked with large swords in the other mea—" Jack didn't really want to hear Duo finish that sentence. Kids these days. Correction. Kids these, far into the future, days.

"No."

"Damn. On the first question. Profane threats with a firearm? Throwing knives, perhaps?" he continued, pressing his spread fingertips together near his face.

"Nope." Jack said cheerfully. He obviously prided himself with this for some unknown reason. That statement wasn't exactly true either; possessed members of the SGC found comfort in zats and pistols. Basically anything that caused damage. And that time with Daniel…

Who shot me? Daniel was sitting on a bed cradling an arm in a sling.

Er… You were shooting up the gate room and had to be stopped… He'd explained rather vaguely, totally dodging the subject.

Who shot me? Daniel repeated he had sounded kinda dazed, but then he always sounded like that--spacey.

"Shit! Don't any of you people have normal friends? Wait…" Duo blinked, lifting his head from when he'd thrown it back at the beginning of the sentence and removing the hand he'd placed to his forehead at the same time.

"Your friends do that? Allow me take back what I said. You're a freak." Jack clicked his tongue and looked the other way.

"What about my friends?" Duo pouted, crossing his arms dejectedly.

"You're all freaks then. Happy?" Jack grunted, rolling his eyes at Duo, who mimicked him behind his back.

"Oh yes, very." Duo smiled, grinning up at Jack with a 100-watt gleam.

"Good." Jack said opening the doors to the mess hall. And someone, somewhere, decided that today was just too boring and therefore, something had to be done.

Jack sat down. Duo sat down.

"Okay," Duo said, "tell me what's going on." He leaned forward and put both elbows on the table, resting his chin in his palms.

"Mmph ib mnhig?" Jack asked, looking up from his mouth full of food.

"No, no. I mean about this whole place." Duo snorted, waving a hand and shifting his chin to the knuckles of the other hand.

'That is very simple. It is a place for DEFUNCT humans.'

'I need longer sentences. Simple answers confuse me.'

'And complex answers?' Rain'aok grunted, starring dully ahead.

'Confuse me even more but they're funner to misunderstand.'

'Funner…' Rain'aok repeated levelly, if not skeptically.

"Well, um. …. Aliens… came and took humans from earth and, uh, took them to other planets and… lost earth, cuz we like whooped 'em. So them old people who whooped ass buried the StarGate and uh, we, well not me, but other people found it again and than aliens found out and got all like 'rrr, a planet that we don't have even though we've got a friggin' bazillion other ones' and so they want to destroy us all cuz we're too cool for them and they want us dead so they can be fairest in the land again. The END." Jack explained in one run-on sentence. Duo stared blankly at him.

"That was a very inspiring story." He said slowly.

'Are you kidding!? That was absolutely pathetic! Is that how he sees everything in his feeble little mind? Broken run-on sentences?'

"Rai-chan wants to know if that's how you see everything in your feeble little mind." Duo repeated, tapping the fork against the table.

"Mhpf."

'What?'

'he said yes.'

'The Tau'ri are imbeciles! Bafoons! Total loonies!' Rain'aok cried, grabbing his head in his hands and throwing his head back. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic!

'I thank you for my species. Tell me, where are you learning these words? No one says "loonie" anymore, by the way…' Duo replied, ducking. Somewhere in the middle of eating, some fool had shoved a second fool playfully. The second fool had, in turn, spilt food all over a third fool, who had grabbed a wad of food in attempt to fling it on the first fool who'd caused the mess to begin with, but the fist fool ducked so it hit a fourth fool. It had continued on like that. Of course, Duo and Jack, who were never ones to stand idly by during a hostile engagement, attempted to "settle everyone down" by grabbing wads of food themselves and winging them as hard as they could.

The food fight was limited to only fifteen or so people, a couple of which had abandoned food and were now rolling around on the ground kicking and screaming about stealing each others girlfriends. A couple others had attempted at first to break up the fight, but they were either ignored or pulled into the whole mess—most of the other soldiers had dragged their tables as far to the side as they went and were using trays as shields.

Then General Hammond came. Dressed in the normal white shirt and dark blue slacks, the two star general opened the double door, nodding at whatever the secretary next to him was saying. Everything stopped. He looked around silently and his eyes narrowed. He asked for the day of the week to a soldier positioned near him. The black haired soldier was going through rigor mortis, and his salute was shaking at his brow.

"It's Saturday, sir." The soldier replied meekly. Hammond cleared his throat and his cold gaze settled across the room. Everyone involved immediately regretted falling into this trap. The just knew that they were all gonna get flogged.

"You all realize… that none of you will turn in until this place is crystal clean?" he asked, looking around the room again. The string that had held everything tense twanged tighter before what Hammond had said actually registered and it snapped.

"YES, SIR!" everyone bellowed in chorus, knees snapped together, backs stood straighter, and everyone saluted with more enthusiasm than had ever been seen. Hammond nodded once.

"Then have at it!" he ordered, clapping his hands together before he turned around and left, the doors closing loudly behind him. Everyone was thrilled beyond words that their general was not some bureaucratic hard-ass; that, and the fact that they weren't gonna be flogged to death. Now there was the problem of finding enough dish rags…

"Sir, that was against base protocol… what if there's an alarm?" the secretary frowned, straightening her glasses. Hammond sighed.

"Boys will be boys." He shrugged. The secretary pursed her lips.

"But, sir!"

"How the hell did you manage to stay so clean?" Jack asked, truly amazed. He had a mop and was using it to clean some ketchup and less definable things off of the floor. Duo was on his hands and knees scrubbing at something particularly sticky.

"Hee-chan and Wuffers never laugh anything off. One joke and it's a life or death situation. If there's one thing I can do better then sneaking, it dodging." Duo explained, dipping the rag into the bucket and ringing it back out. Jack let out a small sound of confirmation to show that he'd heard. Duo's brain was defiantly going on strike. He was just about to screw everything he'd been taught and spill the beans to someone he hadn't even known for a full day. Silly Duo.

"But truthfully, I think it relaxes them, fighting over such stupid things, I have to admit it's a relief fighting and knowing that no ones going to die or get hurt because of it." He whispered with a thicker accent than he'd hoped.

"So attempting to kill you, but never managing it is therapeutic? I'd think it'd piss me off, like trying to kill that cockroach that keeps getting into your cereal, but never getting it under your boot." Jack raised an eyebrow to Duo.

"Nice! And don't worry, I make sure I deserve it first with my version of therapy. It's hard to understand for someone like you, but Hee-chan, Wuffers, and Trowa aren't the kind of people who can relive their fear and hurt like normal people. They can't cry or even ask for a hug. I think all of us are like that to a degree… we just don't have any tears left to cry. But for them it's different, it's just not possible.

Wufei… he doesn't show any kind of emotion that would show weakness because of what he was taught. Men, especially warriors, can't show weakness, not even a little. Trowa's that way cuz he doesn't know anything else. He didn't learn how to ride a bike; he learned how to pilot a Leo. And Heero… he can't show emotion because perfect soldiers aren't supposed to feel emotion. Perfect soldiers aren't supposed to be human." Duo said, bitterness creeping into his voice. Dammit, he was so going to die for this.

"So a friendly tumble is their version of a hug?" Jack asked with a weak smile, wondering what Duo had meant by 'perfect soldier.' Duo gave him an even weaker smile in return.

"Yup."

"So, what did you mean by 'it's hard to understand for someone like you'? You don't know me." Jack's voice was casual—what people said about him was usually right. How shallow he was.

"No, I don't, but I can see it in your eyes. You've killed more people then you ever wanted too. But us," Duo shook his head and his brain fell out; oops, "Heero and Trowa killed the youngest. Trowa's family was killed in a bombing run when he was just a baby, one or so, well, a rebel group took him in, they were fighting against the alliance. They raised him, taught him, and gave him a suit. He told me once, when he was about nine, maybe ten, a lot of the soldiers turned on the others because of better promise in the alliance—and you know he told me?" Jack shook his head. He did not like where this was going at all.

"He killed them. People he'd worked and lived with his whole life. He killed them without hesitating. And do you know why?" again Jack shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Because he's a soldier and they were his enemy. That, Colonel, is our life. Heero, well, I rather not talk about it. Trowa would understand if I told you about him with out say-so but not the others I'm afraid. If you meet them don't tell them I told you all this okay?" Jack nodded grimly, cruel images flashing through his mind, of fathers and mothers rocking their dead children to sleep with tears streaming down their faces as Jack himself had once done…

"And you?" he asked quietly. Duo stiffened, pausing with rag in hand, then continued. His lips moved a couple times, without sound, before he finally relearned the art of speaking.

"My entire family was killed in a bombing run when I was really little so, I can't remember them. Solo raised me…" Solo's image flashed through his mind.

"He taught me the trade, showed me how to stay alive on the streets of L2… it's a real nasty place, L2, it's all bad, gangs rule the streets and the Mafia rule everything else. No one saves money for a good future on L2, every one saves money to get off L2. Solo died when a plaque swept through. Named myself Duo…"

"After him…"

"Yea… anyway, I became leader of our little rat pack. Eventually we went too far with our raid on an alliance storehouse. The Maxwell Church took us in. Every one got adopted but me—I was too much trouble, always picking fights… I loved them, Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. I was finally happy. For about a year. An attack came and a rebel group took cover in the church… when I came back, the… the church… long story short, I got caught and ended up working for some mad scientist. Wild huh? What a life, I'll tell ya." Duo started humming a cheery tune and went back to work without another word.

Jack starred at him, then looked around. No one else had heard a thing. He looked back at Duo and his happy façade, and then went to work. Duo had been right. He would never understand. He wondered what Duo had been thinking as he told him all of this; and what Duo's story would have sounded like if he hadn't hacked it up so badly.

Duo lay on the bed in his quarters, starring at the ceiling, arms folded behind his head and his ankles crossed. The lamp glowed duly on the table across the room, next to the books Jack had gone through extra trouble to obtain. Duo hadn't read them. He hadn't done anything except lay on the bed, hum tunelessly like a drunk, and think about nothing. He could hear the guards outside his door and the red light blinking on the surveillance camera was starting to irritate him.

'Shinigami…' Rain'aok whispered suddenly. He'd been quiet for the entire evening and Duo had almost forgotten him.

'Yes?' Duo shot back, fists bunching behind his head.

'Why did you tell him if it hurts you?' Rain'aok asked slowly, quietly as if he truly wanted to know, like a small child who didn't know why his mother was crying.

'…' Duo was surprised at the question because he didn't know the answer. Emotions swirled in the pit of his stomach and he bit his lip.

'Does the hurt feel good to you?' Rain'aok whispered, gently prodding the boy with the broken soul for answers.

'Sometimes.' Duo breathed slowly, his inner demons swirling underneath the lid of the box he was opening. He could see them, the demons, but his hand moved on it's own, slowly pulling the lid back, enchanted by the light and warmth that was the box's other contents.

'Why?' Duo slammed the lid back into place and his demons' cries where cut off for the short time being. But so was the light and warmth, leaving him cold and alone again. It was his own Pandora's Box; he'd sealed away the demons of plague and despair, but in doing so he'd also sealed away his hope.

'I don't know. Why do you care? Tau'ri are scum, remember?' Duo was turning bitter and cold at Rain'aok's prodding. He was turning bitter to the fact that he'd spilled his heart to a stranger when he couldn't do it to the only people he trusted.

'I can not lock you away nor can I lock your emotions away. I feel them but I can not understand them. It hurts.' Rain'aok sounded as confused as a small child did, feeble and unenlightened to the cruel world around him. He wanted the knowledge only Duo could give him.

'Then your just like some one else I know.' Duo shot back, unsympathetic.

'Heero?' came the meek reply.

'Finished reading my thoughts and memories, have you?' Duo demanded crossly, glaring up at the ceiling of his small room.

'Yes. The more predominant ones.' The answer was unashamed.

'Did you find them funny? Did you find the part where I cry my eyes out over Sister Helen's dead corpse particularly humorous?' Duo bit out. He didn't know why he said it, Rain'aok hadn't shown the slightest bit of condescending ignorance or made brutal jabs at his still open wounds from so long ago.

'…No.' Rain'aok's voice was hollow and empty. He didn't know what it was like to cry over someone he'd loved and lost. He didn't know what it was like to have anyone love him.

'…Do you miss them?' Duo asked in a whisper, suddenly feeling like an evil bastard.

'Who?' Rain'aok blurted, confused to his very core. Duo blinked. Was Rain'aok really so naïve? He was on another planet in a galaxy far, far away. What about his home?

'Friends? Family?' Duo offered, disbelieving. Did the Goa'uld really not have these kind of things or was Rain'aok purely deprived?

'Goa'uld have no such thing.' Rain'aok stated, emotionless. He wasn't bitter because he didn't know what he'd never received.

'…' Duo managed to swallow the instinctive response of "you're kidding me" which was pathetically abrasive but other than that he was speechless. There was nothing he could say and the universal monosyllable choice of response when you haven't a decent reply on hand seemed a little tactless.

'…You miss your… friends.' The words struck deep.

'No…I miss my… my family…' With that, Duo turned toward the wall, where the camera wouldn't see his face, and the tears started rolling down his cheeks. Duo didn't shake or usher a sound, he just lay there, and let the tears stain his face.

Rain'aok looked up from under the tree at the sky as it gave a loud rumble and split open, rain pouring out. He looked up and he starred into the swelling black clouds. He started to feel hollow inside, the blackness enveloping him. It wasn't the same blackness as before he'd met Duo, one devoid of emotion, but a blackness too full of emotion. He couldn't take it.

The emotion called sorrow, the one called anger, and the one called betrayal. The emotion called hope, the one called loss, and the one called love, The emotion called happiness, the one called lust, and the one called desire. The emotion called bliss, the one called excitement, and the one called spite. In addition to the emotions he'd known before, all these new emotions swirled within him reaching out to fill every corner of his body. Rain'aok felt as if he'd explode. His eyes began to burn and tears started streaming from his eyes, they were Duo's tears as much as his own. He hated it! He hated these feelings! Throwing his head back, Rain'aok opened his mouth and let out a long, animalistic scream that went on and on and never seemed to end.

000

Heero Yuy was Duo's age, a little shorter, but stronger looking. He has messy black brown hair and freezing cobalt eyes. He wore jeans and a blue windbreaker over a white muscle shirt. He looked up into the pouring sky, searching for signs of it stopping and for signs of Duo. Finding neither, Heero turned away from the sky and wandered deeper in the woods.

02 was missing. 02 must be found. And not God himself could stop Heero from doing so. If it so happened that God had any intent on attempting to stop Heero, then it'd find that Heero would stop only in death and not one fucking second sooner. Heero was a soldier. He was not a perfect soldier, despite the attempts of Dr. J, but a soldier non-the-less, and solders never abandoned their own. Heero Yuy never abandoned his own.

000

'Morning Shinigami.' the cheery tune was like the voice of Satan. Satan all warm and fuzzy and a thousand times more terrifying. Okay, so it wasn't cheerful, more like a dead monotone, but to Duo, at that moment, it was fuzzy Satan. No ifs, ands, or buts.

"Wha' the fusch?" Duo slurred, awakened too goddamn early by Rai-chan's cheerful call.

'Is something wrong with your tongue?' Rai-chan's voice was light and curious and totally different from last night. And extremely sarcastic. Like the kind preppy teenagers use, just worse—and slightly more evil.

"Neerrrr…" he mumbled, twisting over limply and mashing his face into his pillow as he kicked the blankets, trying to untangle his legs without the use of hands.

'Really? Because "neerrrr" is not a word.' There was a snicker at the end and it rang like a church bell in his ears.

"Lemme… Five more minutes… Sleep…" Duo pulled the covers over his head, nearly breaking his knees in the process, and tried to block out the morning with the twelve inches of blanket he'd secured. Rai-chan proved resistant.

"Uuhhh… coffee…" Duo tripped on the sheets getting out of bed and barely managed to get back up again. After a life or death battle full of heroics and an overactive imagination, he made it to the door, then he opened it, saw Jack, screamed, and slammed it closed again, before slumping against the painted metal and nearly poking his eye out with his thumb.

'Have you forgotten what has happened?' Rai-chan asked dully. Duo hadn't, not really, but he was temporarily caught within the grip of early mourning amnesia.

"I remember that when I talked to myself, no one answered. Well, sometimes they did, but those are alliance drugs for you." He mumbled, remembering the absurd, strange, arcane, and just plain Kangaroo-screw weird conversations he'd had with that five eyed skull that bounced around on one arm.

'They drugged you.' Rai-chan repeated flatly as he observed Duo's memories in shock and amusement.

"… Rai-chan?" Duo's memory slowly returning in the popping of many tiny imaginary sleep bubbles.

'Huzza, he remembers!' Rai-chan cheered loudly, waving his arms.

"… You seem… different, today." Different was not an understatement. It surpassed understatement at the last red sun after Betelgeuse.

'Me? It was you who just slammed the door in Jack O'Neill's face. You are the one that will hang for that.' Duo jumped up and flung the door open. Jack was standing there, waiting patiently for him, humming quietly to himself.

"Sorry! You know, half asleep…" Duo stumbled, as Jack looked him up and down.

"No problem. I see you sleep in your clothes." He noted absently. Duo glared half-heartedly at the colonel.

"There's a video camera in my room. I mean, I'll dance for cash, but I prefer to be drunk, thank you."

"Dance? Like the macareina?"

"You mean I haven't told you I'm also an accomplished night club dancer?" Duo gave a look of over exaggerated shock, slapping a hand over he chest.

"Noooo…"

"Pity." Duo snorted, brushing his whip of hair over his shoulder. The two, three if you counted Rai-chan, made their way to the crystal clean mess hall for breakfast.

'Why are you so different today?' Duo asked Rai-chan again as he sat down at the table across from Daniel.

'Well, lucky me, I was exposed to all your raw emotion for such a long time, I rather think I have lost my mind. Coffee?' Rai-chan said in a rush.

'Oh… you have human emotion now and it's my fault cuz I felt like shit last night? So what, I like rubbed off on you?' Duo guessed, his brain still partially numb from sleep.

'Rrr… perhaps? I am not sure how this whole mental bonding between host and symbiote thing works…' Rai-chan confessed, mentally shrugging and scratching his head.

'And you want coffee?' Duo continued.

'Um… I think so… I am still weird from this whole emotion thing…'

'Yeah… um… I don't think emotions have that much to do with wanting coffee…' Duo pointed out. Rai-chan rolled his eyes.

'Then just drink the damn coffee.' He ordered. Duo didn't get why Rai-chan was telling him to drink because it was Rai-chan who wanted coffee—or thought he did, but Duo didn't say anything more, just started chugging his coffee, glorious coffee.

'Let me have some, you bastard.' Duo winced, "Shit, I turned him bi-polar."

"Hey, Duo, have a good sleep?" Daniel asked, looking up from his book a mere second. Duo was falling into the rhythm of the StarGate Command with a speed that was unnatural. It had only been about a twenty-four hour period, including sleep, that Duo had been here. Yet, he felt as if he'd been here for years, and not just hours, the others seemed to feel too easy around him as well.

A shiver ran down his back. Was he the only one who noticed that there was something wrong? Or was he just thinking to deeply into this topic? That was probably the case, though he hardly thought deeply about anything at all.

"On and off. How come I didn't see you in the blitzkrieg yesterday?" Duo said quickly, remembering that Daniel, who was now looking at him over the top of his book, waiting for answer, had asked him a question.

"Because he was starving himself looking at rocks with pretty pictures." Jack interrupted, dropping his tray onto the table with a loud clatter. It took the amazing skills that Jack seemed to have not to spill Froot Loops and orange juice across the entire table.

"Sam was helping me with some ancient text…" Daniel mumbled uncomfortably, shifting his weight as Jack slid into the seat next to Daniel.

"And it's always ancient text… god, doesn't it get boring?" Jack scowled, scooping a spoonful of Froot Loops into his mouth.

"No, not really…" Daniel murmured, rolling his eyes to the side as if trying to look at something there that he could use as an excuse to break the conversation off right then and there.

"Do you think they were really working?" Duo asked Jack, snickering and pressing a hand to the side of his face, leaning across the table and whispering loud enough to make sure Daniel heard.

"Oh, I'm sure they were working on something…" Jack whistled, wriggling his eyebrows and licking his spoon very suggestively.

"What?! Jack!" Daniel shouted, indignant, face turning a new shade of red. Jack gave him a "What-the-ding-bat-did-I-do" look, while Daniel, still red, glared at Jack with the "Oh-you-know-what-cuz-you-haven't-been-innocent-enough-not-to-know-since-the-day-you-were-born" look. It was a very long look, but Daniel pulled it off.

"Oh, come on. Loosen up! You're like Q-Bean, I swear." Duo huffed, puffing his cheeks out comically, then loosing it in a breath to punch Daniel in the arm playfully, leaning across the table.

"Q-Bean?" Daniel asked, looking at Jack, who just shrugged and went back to his spoon. Duo didn't answer the question. He just began gorging on the food he'd been given.

"If Sam asks what the hell you're doing to that spoon, then I'm telling her that you're fantasizing about her. Then I'm telling Jacob." Daniel hissed. Jack paused rigidly as Duo blinked at them, wondering what Jacob had to do with Sam.

'………… Shinigami!' Duo was so surprised by the sudden blurt that he spewed scrambled eggs all over the table. At least it didn't come out his nose. The others didn't see it that way and were leaned away from the table, Daniel with his book over his head and Jack holding up his tray. Jack was kinda squinting at Duo in an odd way.

"WHAT THE FLYING BAT FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" Duo shrieked, not at all pleased. The entire mess hall froze and turned to look at him. Duo flinched, turning red, and quickly mumbled excuses while rubbing the back of his head, laughing in an embarrassed way. Duo sighed in relief when everyone turned away and went back to what they had been doing. Still blushing, Duo cleaned up his mess with a napkin as Jack whispered something to Daniel.

'What. Is. It. You. Want?' Duo ground out slowly at the silent alien, who was, rather un-silently, laughing mildly maniacally, totally thriving off of the chaos he'd just provoked, before sobering up.

'…How did you get on the Gou'uld ship in the first place?' Duo blinked. How had he gotten onto the ship? He'd been in a wood, on earth-ground, then he had been on the ship—he hadn't thought about how he'd gotten there, that was for when you were safe, or at least felt that way, in familiar territory.

'That is a helluva good question.' Duo slid away from the table, sprinting towards the door, his hand shot out and the napkin full of half-chewed scrambled eggs landed neatly into the garbage can with out Duo even having to slow down.

"What is your problem all of the sudden?" Jack panted as Duo stood over Daniel's desk, filling through artifacts and papers violently and quickly. His hands moved back and forth, pulling papers apart and then together as he skimmed across the contents quick as lightning.

"What are you looking for?" Jack asked, bending forward to narrow his eyes at a wood carved statue that was bending into odd shapes. Jack latched onto the door to keep himself from falling over at Daniel's entrance.

"What are you doing to my office?!" he demanded, snatching a funny looking bobble away from Jack, who'd rediscovered his need to juggle. Duo stopped, a wad of papers in hand, at Daniel's rather angry outburst.

"Huh… Well, you see…" Duo looked around. Every conceivable surface was awash with artifacts of every religion on the planet, from Egyptian to Mayan, to Babylonian, to Chinese to Celtic. Alien artifacts seemed to have a special place in Daniel's heart as well. Together, the artifacts took up more space then the poor room could hold; ergo, it looked a little… cluttered

"Wow. You have my organizational skills." Duo grinned, placing his hands on his hips as he looked around the room. He seemed to find it a very endearing feature that Daniel's organizational skill were lacking.

"What are you looking for?" Jack repeated, pulling a rather worn book off of a shelf and holding up by the corner of one cover, the book flipping open and dust washing out. Duo just looked back at Daniel's desk and continued his raid, Daniel wrestling the book away from Jack who "wanted to read it."

"No idea." Duo admitted, finding an old manila folder wedged between two books and flipping through it.

"This is ridiculous!" Daniel gasped, pressing a palm to his forehead hand pushing the hair back out of his face. It was unclear to whether he was referring to Duo or Jack, but it was most likely meant for both of them.

"How did I get on the Goa'uld ship?" Duo suddenly asked. Jack and Daniel looked at one another. That was a good question.

A/N: Servus!

Apologizes for suckyness. Very bad it is, I know. bows I'm sorry for Rai-chan's new personality—everyone liked Rai-chan in the first chapter when he was a pissy bastard, but I had already written this out before I even thought about posting—I made Rai-chan bi-polar to try and please everyone. Pleasing me by not making me have to rewrite the entire story.

I ALSO WANT TO THANK EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED

I'm very Pleased at the reviews I got for chapter I.

I was actually inspired to write this story by Upon a Fiery Steed and the fact that there isn't nearly enough GWxSG1 crossovers. Thank you all.

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