Sorry again about last chapter, I don't think it will happen again. 

To Crossover Authoress- you should like the beginning to this chapter.  I had just finished writing it when I read your comment about the clueless ness of SG1.  I think this should clear some things up.

And as always.                                    Enjoy      ~___^

The whole group had gathered for yet another meeting, which after several hours was finally winding down.  O'Neill had directed the line of conversation.  With the help of the last meetings he understood the situation with Kaiba, who Yami was, what it all had to do with Yugi and the group, and how the duel monsters fit in.

                The only real confusing part left was who was Siris, and what was the deal with Bakura.

                "So, Siris was your guardian while you were the prince of Egypt, not the pharaoh?"

                "Correct Colonel.  It was not long after I became pharaoh that Siris left.  I never saw her again, but certain rumors led me to believe she was still around."

                "Okay, now, one last question, how does she know Bakura and why have two names?"
                "That's two questions mortal."

                "Bakura."  Yami growled.  Bakura smirked and casually dropped down into one of the empty sofas.

                "Tali, or Siris as you all call her, needed to travel without being found by our illustrious pharaoh.  So, she chose a new name.  During the time you were pharaoh she and I traveled together at times.  Though I still spent most of my time alone."

                "What reason could she have to avoid being found by me?  Surely she trusted me."

                "Don't ask me why.  She never said.  She and I may have known each other for a few years, but she was very closed mouth about her past, as I'm sure you realized.  Anyway, whatever the reason I'm sure it was a good one."  Yami was almost ready to throttle Bakura, who wasn't phased in the slightest, when Daniel stepped between the two.

                "Hey, take it easy.  We can't go fighting amongst ourselves."

                "Yeah, listen to the man pharaoh."

                "Bakura is not one of us, so it doesn't matter what I do to him."

                "Like you could.  You know as well as I that you are no match for me, without your powers, so go ahead and try it."  Bakura stood up; challenging Yami, knowing Yami can't refuse a challenge.

                "That's enough guys.  Look, Siris trusts Bakura and so far Kaiba hasn't found us, so maybe she's right in saying we should too.  Come on Yami, let's just wait and see what happens."  Yami looked down at Yugi, and his anger immediately vanished as his crimson eyes locked onto his aibou's amethyst.  Sighing, Yami sat back down, sending one last glare at Bakura.  Laughing Bakura sat back down, idly fingering a lock of his white hair.

                "Great, okay, now that the fighting and history lesson is done, I think it is about time we decided on a plan of action."

                "Of course Jack, but whatever we decide we'll have to wait to act on until Siris removes the rest of Yami's restraints."

                "Could always leave them on."  Mumbled Bakura.  With effort Yami ignored the comment, not even sending over a glare.

                "I don't mind waiting, I just want to make sure we won't go charging blindly into the fray, that never really works out."

                "Don't worry, we'll make sure we have a plan.  I guess the first step is deciding how to go about attacking, either directly or discreetly."

                "How about getting to the bottom first, doing some damage, and then confronting him directly Yugi."  At the sound of the soft voice in the doorway Bakura jumped up and rushed over, a scowl set firmly on his face.

                "What do you think you are doing?  You are supposed to be resting Ryou."  Bakura demanded of his hikari.  Ryou's soft brown eyes met his other's harsh cold one's without fear, and though his voice was soft, it was with conviction.

                "I am coming up to help.  I am much better and don't need to be cooped up.  Besides, Malik and Marik wanted to come up and get acquainted with everyone."  At the mention of their names the two blondes walked into the room and immediately took possession of one of the free sofas.  Their lavender eyes sized up the occupants of the room and even without saying it, everyone could tell which was which. 
                As Bakura sighed and instructed Ryou to sit next to him on the sofa, SG1 were very glad that they had finally been told about the spirits of the millennium items and the owners of the items.

                "Are you all right Ryou?"  Yugi beamed, glad that his soft-spoken friend was back.

                "Thanks to Tali and Bakura, yes." 

                "Before you ask, we are fine as well.  And I suppose that we will help you defeat Kaiba.  We have nothing better to do."  Malik stated, stretching out on the sofa.

                "Just out of curiosity, how do you plan on helping us?"  O'Neill asked, trying to find a way to fit them in a plan strategically.

                "Well, we have our items back, and a very big score to settle with Kaiba.  Isn't that right Ryou?"  As he spoke he removed the rod from his belt so everyone could see and Ryou held up the ring that hung around his neck.  Nodding in approval O'Neill quickly introduced himself and his team.  Ryou did the same for himself and the other three new arrivals.

                "It would appear that we are finally getting the upper hand O'Neill." 

                "And it's about time Teal'c.  Now, who wants to help think up a strategy?"

                "Shouldn't we wait for Siris?"  Yugi asked, noting how she had not reappeared yet.

                "Nah, we can fill her in later.  Now, Ryou, what did you mean we should go the bottom?"

                "As you know, Malik and I were trapped outside our bodies in a very deep, secret part of the shadow realm.  While I don't know about Malik I know that while I was there I could feel something even farther down.  Whatever it was, or perhaps who, was constantly trying to get free.  I think that perhaps this presence has something to do with Kaiba, we might be able to use it to weaken him."

                "Do you have any ideas on how we might be able to find out if what you suspect is true?"

                "Well Colonel, we might be able to try...."

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                O'Neill was whistling as he walked briskly towards the dinner room a few days later.  They had fallen into a routine of sorts, which was perfectly acceptable to O'Neill.  While there were still some questions, they were not major ones and he was comfortable with everything he had been told now. 

                There was one thing that bothered him.  It wouldn't bother him if Teal'c hadn't brought it to his attention.  When it came to discussions, Yami was really, a natural leader.  He was aware that SG1 were more experienced when it came to military operations and gave them full respect and allowed them to lead the meeting.  That is, except for Teal'c.  While he openly loathed Bakura, he seemed to listen to his suggestions far more readily than those of Teal'c.  In fact, he tended to politely disregard the jaffa's suggestions.  O'Neill was simply keeping an eye on the situation and if it got too serious he would step in.

                The actual strategies they had come up with were quite solid.  He had actually been surprised at the simplicity and logic of Ryou's plan to find more information.  After a while just about everyone learned to ignore most comments from Marik, though Malik had some good ones at times.       

                It had not been until the next day that Siris had reappeared.  She listened intently to everything they had discussed and found a few points to think about that the others hadn't thought of.  Many of the duel monsters were concerned at how exhausted she looked, but the day after her reappearance she insisted on removing the second manacle. 

                The process was the same as before, only this time no one was surprised when Bakura got the bags and was in the room.  Though Yami constantly glared in his direction, which Bakura had generally returned with a lopsided smirk.  The appearance of the cape was not a surprise this time, or the change to violet eyes.  Siris had explained that she had to use a set of abilities that caused her to change physically; it wasn't something she used if she didn't have to.

                Of everyone in SG1, Daniel and Jonas had to be having the best time.  Whenever they weren't planning, training, eating, or sleeping, they were cornering Yami and drilling him about ancient Egypt.  Generally Yami answered as best he could, having to repeatedly inform them that his memory was not one hundred percent.  Daniel and Jonas would simply shrug it off and ask a new question.  O'Neill chuckled as he recalled a conversation he had overheard the three of them have the other day.

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                "So, are you trying to say that you really believed you were the connection between the humans and the 'gods' ?"

                "Why is that so hard to believe Doctor Jackson?  The gods are real.  Just because the world has abandoned them doesn't mean they never existed."

                "It has been our experience that 'gods' are simply a culture's way of explaining the supernatural since they have no other way to explain it."

                "Even if that were true, which it isn't, why wouldn't I believe what generations of tradition had taught us?"

                "He has a point there Daniel.  But Yami, disregarding whether or not it's true, did you ever see your 'gods'?"

                "What kind of question is that?  Of course I saw them!"  Daniel and Jonas looked shocked for a second, hoping it didn't mean what they thought it meant.

                "You saw them.  Did you ever talk to them?"  Jonas asked.  Yami startled them by suddenly laughing aloud. 

                "You think I mean I saw them in physical form.  Come on, anyone could see them if they knew the right way to look.  They were everywhere, in the Nile, the animals, the very earth.  Of course, only those who truly understood could communicate with them, but I wouldn't call it talking exactly."

                "What you're saying, that doesn't prove that they existed.  How can you believe so strongly that they do?"

                "Doctor, besides the fact that it is clearly written in our history, I have had their existence proven to me."

                "Then tell us what that proof is."     

                "You would not hear what I said Jonas Quinn.  The two of you have convinced yourselves that they are not real.  I cannot prove to you otherwise."

                "Maybe it is because we have unconditional proof that the 'gods' are not real.  If you would at least try, maybe we could begin to see it your way."  Shaking his head Yami stood up to leave, but before he did he had one last thing to say.

                "I will forgive your indiscretions.  You are still young, and very naive, and you live in a world that has abandoned its history.  I will forgive you because of this."

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                Chuckling, O'Neill took his seat as he entered the dining room, it was right next to Celt.  Early on Celt had discovered that O'Neill made Mag nervous and tended to stay away from him.  As a result, Celt stayed with O'Neill whenever possible, which hadn't been that day.  O'Neill noticed that Celt had his right arm bandaged.

                "So, any trouble with Mag today Celt?" 

                "Oh, no, not really."  Celt said, self consciously scratching at his arm.

                "Don't belief him Jack.  Mag was practicing a new spell Dark had told her to and it backfired.  Now most of his body is neon orange.  I don't think that Red has stopped laughing yet and Mag is hiding from him at the moment."

                "Not to mention that it itches like crazy.  I don't think I can concentrate on eating or anything." 

                "Don't worry, Danny and I are here for you."

                "Oh, just to let you two know, Siris seems to have found a way to remove the headband, she is gonna try it tonight."

                "This I have gotta see.  We'll go right after the meal."  Celt and Daniel nodded and the rest of the meal was eaten in a comfortable silence.