Okay, I'm glad everyone liked the last chapter, I wasn't sure if I'd done it right.  Well, this chapter seemed to come along nicely.  I hope everyone enjoys it.

Oh, and good guessing on the newcomer everyone.

                Sorry for the terrible formatting, this should be better.

ENJOY

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                "That was two of the bags, right?"  The newcomer said.  Siris simply nodded, otherwise not moving a muscle.

                "S Siris, how can you just sit there?  Don't you realize that Bakura just found our base?  If we don't do something he'll go and tell Kaiba!"  Yami declared, staring straight at Bakura, who simply stared back.

                "You don't mean that this is the same Bakura you saw in the torture chamber at Kaiba's castle?"  Carter questioned.

                "What if I am?  It doesn't matter, and don't give me that look, pharaoh.  If I were loyal to Kaiba he would already be here.  I wouldn't have to waste my time with the likes of you and your pathetic hikari."  Bakura looked over at Yugi as he mentioned him, and smirked at the sight of the small youth pale as a sheet and barely standing.  Joey had immediately gone on the offensive and stood protectively close by to Yugi.  SG1 could only watch in silence, having no idea what was going on.

                "Doesn't matter!  Even if you aren't loyal to Kaiba you still can't be trusted.  You would sell us out if you thought you could gain something from it."

                "Oh, like you can talk.  You really are a pitiful excuse for royalty."

                "At least I'm not a miserable thief."

                "Come on, you can come up with a better..."

                "Bakura."  Not only did Bakura, but everyone else as well, looked over to Siris, who had turned from whatever she was doing to look Bakura in the eye.  She did not shout, or even raise her voice, but there was no doubt that it was in Bakura's best interest to listen to her. 

                "Bakura, would you mind not goading Yami into this argument at the moment.  You can have fun later, right now I need those two bags, and quiet."  She held his gaze a moment longer, before catching Yami's a moment.  Yami caught his voice in his throat and stared into her eyes, which were no longer practically black.  Now they were a deep and clouded violet.

                No one spoke as Bakura reached into the bag that O'Neill had claimed was empty and pulled out two small leather bags with drawstring closures.  Siris turned back to the manacle and slowly shifted her grip.  She grasped the edges of the top part with the thumb of her right hand on one edge and her fingers on the other.  Her left hand took the same position on the bottom half.

                Then, moving so that she could brace her left arm on her knee she started to pull.  The group watched as she strained against the metal band.  It seemed impossible that she believed she could simply pull it apart, and yet she continued to pull.

                Suddenly her right hand sprang up, causing her to fall back into her chair.  Bakura immediately moved so that she could place one item into each of the bags.  She then took one and closed it tightly while Bakura closed the other.  When she was done she handed the bag back to Bakura, who dropped them back into the bag he'd got them from.

                Wiping her forehead she carefully looked over Yami's wrist, and as she did so the others in the room finally noticed how the manacle was gone.  Instead they could see how the area where the manacle had been was red and tender to the touch.

                "That was a tad bit harder then I thought.  I'll have to take the other off later."

                "How, did, you do that?  I thought you said you had other than physical means to remove them."  Carter spoke up, disbelief clear in her eyes.

                "I do.  I didn't really remove them physically, that was just the last step.  You don't think I sat there for close to an hour just for the fun of it.  I was breaking the magic within the manacle and making two slits so that I would be able to pull it apart." 

                "But, how....."

                "I can't explain it Major.  It isn't something that I could ever teach you or anyone else.  It's kinda an innate type of ability.  You are just going to have to take my word for it."

                "And what about him?"  O'Neill stated pointing at Bakura who still held the sack in his hands.  Bakura looked about the room without fear.         

                "He is, as you have figured out, Bakura.  He will be able to assist us in this endeavor we are undertaking."

                "What!  Siris, you can't be serious?!  Do you really expect us to trust this tomb robber!!"

                "Yami, it is not what I expect that matters.  Now, you should put something on that wrist to help it heal.  I will deal with Bakura."  She stood slowly and very cautiously.  Leaning against her chair she faced Bakura, ignoring the other occupants in the room.

                "So, how did it go?"           

                "Not as well as we hoped.  I got him back, but for some reason he's too weak to wake up.  Marik made out great.  But of course, I didn't."

                "It isn't that he is too weak, in fact, it's the opposite.  Ryou is very strong, even if you don't believe it.  Where he had been trapped the beings there would have attacked him all the more because of that.  Now take me to him, I'll see what I can do."

                "Ryou, what happened to him?"  Yugi asked, stepping up to Siris, who still had a firm grasp on the chair.

                "The same thing that happened to Malik.  When the shadow realm descended, both Malik and Ryou were separate from Marik and Bakura.  This wouldn't have been a problem if Kaiba had not got a hold of the millennium ring and rod.  Without those in the control of the proper owner only one body could be maintained.  For the last two years Ryou and Malik, their souls, have been trapped within some of the deeper and darker aspects of the shadow realm."

                "Are they all right?"

                "That is what I am about to find out.  Don't worry, they should be joining us soon."

                "Wait, don't tell me that Marik is here as well?"  Siris simply nodded as she straightened and very slowly began to walk towards the door that Bakura had entered in.

                "You know, Tali, I might just have to carry you.  Otherwise we'll never get there."  Bakura declared.

                "Tali?"  Jonas questioned.

                "Yes, as in Talibah.  Bakura here shortened it to Tali.  Has a nice ring to it."  Siris mentioned, still moving to the door.

                "But your name is Siris."

                "That is the name I had when guardian of the prince of Egypt and for some time beforehand.  However, when I left and began to travel throughout Egypt I thought it best to take a second."

                "Why?"  Yami whispered, his eyes searching for an explanation.

                "It is difficult to explain, but I promise I will try later."

                "So, which one is your real name?"  Jonas said, still trying to solve the riddle.  She had reached the door and, grasping the frame turned back to face those in the room.  Her violet eyes looked distant for a moment, as she debated what to say.

                "Neither, not really anyways.  But I think two names are confusing enough.  Besides, most everyone knows me as Siris, Bakura and Marik are really the only two who know me as Tali.  Just keep using the name your used to, it will make things easier.  I'll be back in a minute; I just have to check on Ryou and Malik.  Get that wrist bandaged up Yami."  Turning around once again, Siris and Bakura exited the room. 

                No one moved to follow.  There was no point to it.  Siris would say no more and Bakura's very presence whispered at everyone to back off.  At some point Yugi called to Dark to repair Yami's wrist.  Not long after everyone left in their groups to try and sort out the newest complications in the dilemma.

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                "Are you really going to explain everything to them Tali?"  Bakura asked as they made their way to the room that Ryou, Malik, and Marik were.

                "Not everything.  I don't think I could do that even if I wanted to.  However, if you really want them to have the whole story, your free to attempt to explain it yourself."

                "Hn, like I care if they understand or not.  Let them wonder, especially that pharaoh."  Reaching a plain wooden door Bakura held it open for Siris.  Once in she noticed Marik and Malik engaged in a card game of sorts on the far bed.  Her attention was soon focused on the pale figure lying in the bed closer to the door.

                "No change.  None at all."  Marik called out, never looking away from his hand.  Bringing over a chair Siris wearily lowered herself down into it and began to see for herself Ryou's condition.  The millennium ring once again hung around his neck on a sturdy leather string.  Glancing over she noted that Malik had the millennium rod carefully tucked away in the trusty belt strap. 

                She frowned as she noted exactly how pale Ryou was, almost as white as his snow colored hair.  His pulse was regular, but very weak, and his breathing far too shallow.  Placing a hand on his forehead she concentrated a moment, before pulling back and getting out her bag.  She took out a small vial of orange liquid. 

                "Bakura, while you did manage to bring him back, his soul and body are not synchronized anymore.  I am going to need you to feed this to him while I realign the two."  Without a word Bakura took the vial and removed the stopper.  He waited as Siris once again placed a hand on Ryou's forehead while holding the other slightly above his chest.

                Once she nodded he lifted up Ryou's head and began to pour the liquid in his mouth.  As he did so Siris mumbled a few words under her breath.  No glow came from either her hands or his body.  The only evidence that anything was happening was the return of color to his complexion.  When they were done she checked his heart rate and breathing once more, neither were great, but they were both stronger then before.

                "So, did it work?"

                "Yes, he will still need to take it easy but he will recover.  Watch him and tell me when he wakes up.  When he does the four of you will get to join in the fun."  Standing shakily Siris took a few steps towards the door.  She had not made her third when she suddenly collapsed. 

                Bakura immediately rushed to her side, relieved that she hadn't passed out, yet.  Picking her up he brought her over to the other bed.  Malik and Marik had already vacated it and watched as Siris was lowered onto it.  Her violet eyes blinked in an effort to refocus them.  However, it was clear she was losing the battle.  As she opened them one last time, the violet shade shifted and was soon replaced with the brown she had started with and the cape that the others had noticed faded. 

                "What just happened?"  Malik wondered aloud.

                "She was a fool and used too much energy.  First with removing that device from the pharaoh, and then repairing the damage to Ryou.  Don't worry, she'll be fine.  She always is.  Oh, and if she looks to be having a nightmare, whatever you do, don't be an idiot and try to wake her up."  Walking over to Ryou, Bakura made himself comfortable while Malik and Marik moved their card game to the floor.  Before Bakura could fall asleep Malik had one last question to ask.

                "Why shouldn't we wake her?"
                "Well, you can if you want.  It's just that you are very liable to get hurt before she wakes up and regains control.  But, feel free to try."