Calai'di–Thank you so much for the reviews! I didn't realize I'd get that many (of course, there aren't many Stargate/Yugioh fics…).

Disclaimers: Unfortunately, I don't own Stargate SG-1 or Yugioh (if I did, Dr. Fraiser wouldn't be dead, and the American Yugioh would be just as violent as the Japanese). I also don't own any of the songs mentioned.

Rating: PG-13, mostly for swearing, even if it's in Japanese

Note: Yami and Bakura know a relatively large amount about their pasts, like who they were, major events, and things like that. Since the time line for this is after Battle City, Yami and Malik are not at each other's necks, but (in the spirit of being untrue to the manga and anime) Malik still has the M. Rod, as shown previously.

Second Note: A couple people were wondering about this: The reason Bakura is able to control Kaiba without the M. Rod is that Kaiba doesn't remember who he is. Bakura erased those memories, which is something the Ring can do. Then, Bakura 'filled in' his memories the way he wanted, which is just a different way to say he fed Kaiba a load of crap and now Kaiba believe he's always been Bakura's loyal servant. Seto is just naïve enough to believe him too.

And yes, I hate Kaiba. Stupid bastard.

"Well, what are we going to do about him?" General Hammond demanded as they listened to the dull thuds from some floor above the briefing room. After Bakura had been knocked unconscious, Ryou repossessed his body, and Jack had lead him to and locked one of the isolation rooms, the one where Daniel had been kept when he'd had multiple personalities. Malik proceeded to envelop the room in Shadow Magic so Bakura couldn't escape.

Carter winced at one particularly loud thud, which was saying something since the Iso. rooms were several floors above. "Yami, is there anyway to get rid of him?"

The spirit leaned back in his chair, looking completely unaffected by the series of thumps overhead. "Not that we've tried. The Ring seems to be attached the Ryou, and Bakura resides in the Ring. No matter what we do, it just comes back to him. Most of the time we had no idea until Bakura revealed himself, and that wasn't often around me. Malik knew he was still around long before I did."

"Well since we were both against you at the time, Pharaoh…" Malik trailed off remindfully.

"Thankfully you're not anymore," Yami answered. "Anyway, Bakura can be extremely tricky, and it won't be easy to keep him prisoner. I suggest you let him go back to Japan and let us deal with him."

"Unfortunately, we can't do that," Hammond said. "It would be to much of a security risk to let him leave, and I can't guarantee that we'll have any luck in capturing him again."

"Well, there is a way to erase his memory of the SGC," Yami confessed, though he didn't sound very hopeful. "But the Ring is the only Item with that power."

"Then why are you telling us?" asked Jack.

"Because we may be able to–"

He was interrupted as a phone on the wall began to ring. Hammond got up to answer it and after a short time hung up and stated, "Dr. Jackson, you need to go down to the isolation rooms. Bakura's asking for you."

SG-1, minus Daniel, plus Hammond, Yami, and Malik entered the observation area looking into Bakura's room. He was pacing back and forth impatiently, stepping over various items and an airman or two, and scowled up at the one-way mirror once in a while, as if he knew someone was watching him. Ryou stood timidly in a corner amidst the small objects Bakura had thrown at him that were now embedded in the wall. Bakura stopped pacing as the door slowly opened and closed again behind Daniel; he glared at the Zat the man held.

"I see you finally had the guts to follow my request," he stated dryly, arms crossed. He glared backwards as he sensed Ryou straighten up with hope; the hikari squeaked meekly and lowered himself to the floor. Bakura glared back at Daniel. "I'm willing to offer you a deal."

"Why should I believe you?" Daniel asked suspiciously. The spirit smirked and turned away to face the mirror.

"You've seen my power, Dr. You've seen what I can do. However, that was only the tip of the pyramid. I could destroy this entire country if I wanted." He turned back to Daniel. "That is why you will trust me."

"He's lying," Yami said at once, up in the observation room. Malik nodded his head in agreement.

"He'd need more Millennium Items," he confirmed. "Even with two, he wouldn't have enough power."

Down in the iso. room, Daniel wasn't so sure. "Why did you want to talk to me?"

"Because you're an archaeologist, a scholar of the ancient ways. If anyone were to understand who the Pharaoh and I are, it would be you. Except the stupid priests hardly put my name anywhere," he muttered to himself.

So what's the deal you're offering, Bakura?"

"Now we're getting somewhere." He strode to the back wall and leaned against it, one foot flat on the wall, smiling maliciously. Bringing out a knife, he began to twirl it with a deadly grace. "I'm sure the Pharaoh's told you about me." He frowned when Daniel shook his head. Glancing up at the mirror he said, "Come now, Pharaoh. Our friends need to know these things. Anyway," he said, turning back to Daniel, "I could escape from here if I wanted. No prison can ever hold me for long. In all modesty, I was the greatest thief in ancient times; Yami never caught me once, even when I was right in front of him. And my skills have only improved."

"Then why haven't you escaped yet?"

"Are you asking me to?" he asked in mock disbelief. "It's because of that idiot over there," he spat, pointing the knife at Ryou. "Surprisingly, he could hold me here, if he knew how. But not if you let me leave. My deal is this: you let me leave and return to Japan, and I won't tell anyone about this place."

Bakura drew a small bottle out of his pocket and began to coat the sliver blade with a clear liquid; it turned blood red as it dried. Glaring up at the doctor, he stated softly, "Of course, it's your call. But remember, the Shadow Magic around this room does not hold me, nor will your pathetic guards. I'm sure the Japanese government would be thrilled to learn that the US and Russia have been keeping this place secret." Daniel left as the thief began laughing hysterically.

For the next six hours, SG-1 and Dr. Fraiser took turns watching Bakura, until Hammond finally called for another meeting. Jack was slightly late since he'd been the last to be watching the thief, and he walked into the briefing room looking very disturbed and irritable.

"Before you ask, General, yes, I'm late," he said as he strode into the briefing room. "Bakura's been serenading me for the last hour and a half with his lovely singing voice."

"He must not have been very good then," Teal'c commented.

"Actually, he was very good," Jack said. "It was his choice of songs that was disturbing. He was singing 'It's the End of the World' when I left."

"That sounds like Bakura," Yami affirmed as Jack sat down. "Though why he was singing is beyond me."

"Personally, I would like to know how he got in here with a knife. Aren't the security guards supposed to catch things like that?" Jack said, but the others ignored him.

"What about the deal he offered us?" Daniel asked. "He sounded sincere about what he said."

"Daniel, he's a Goa'uld," Jack said exasperatedly. Receiving several looks from various people around the table he said defensively, "That's what I always say. Anyway, he's no better than a Goa'uld, and personally, I think he should be treated like one."

"He was lying, Dr. Jackson. Bakura could not destroy this country," Yami said.

Malik nodded his head in agreement. "With only one usable Millennium Item, he would only be able to destroy the state of Rhode Island, maybe. Granted, it is one of the more powerful Items, but he would need at least three and be able to use them to do what he's saying."

"So basically, he's working on a bluff," Hammond declared.

"Yes," Yami agreed, "but I wouldn't underestimate his other abilities. I have no doubt in my mind that he could escape from that room if he tried."

"The question we've been trying to answer is why he hasn't yet," Malik continued. "Since all he really wants is to leave, there's no reason for him to stay here."

"Unless that isn't really what he wants," Daniel said. He received several blank looks for this last statement, so he went on. "Well think about it. What would Bakura gain if we just let him go?"

"Not much," Yami said.

"Exactly. There's got to be something else that he wants."

"He wants the Millennium Items, we know that."

"But there must be something else, some reason he's staying here."

"Naquadah," Carter stated simply. This statement secured her with many stares so she continued, "Naquadah would probably increase his magic, and from what I've seen, that's probably exactly what he would want to do."

"He would be able to cause a considerable amount of damage," Yami said dully.

"Then why didn't he say that's what he wanted before?" Daniel asked.

"…And in the naked light I saw…Ten thousand people, maybe more…People talking without speaking…"

Jack slid deftly into the room and silently closed the door behind him.

"People hearing without listening…People writing songs that voices never share…And no one dared…Disturb the sound of silence."

Ryou shook his head violently as he noticed the arrival was about the say something and pointed at Bakura.

"'Fools' said I, 'you do not know…Silence like a cancer grows…Hear my words that I might teach you…Take my arms that I might reach you.'…But my words like silent raindrops fell…And echoed…In the wells of silence."

The hikari sank to the floor and sighed as he placed his chin in his hands; if Colonel O'Neill didn't stop him first it would be his turn to sing next, and he had to be ready.

"And the people bowed and prayed…To the neon god they made…And the sign flashed out its warning…In the words that it was forming…And the signs said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls…And tenement halls…And whisper'd in the sounds of silence..."

Ryou took in a deep breath to start, but he didn't get the chance since O'Neill began to clap loudly. Bakura, who had previously had his eyes closed, jerked his head up with surprise and narrowed his eyes when he saw who it was.

"Simon & Garfuncle, good choice, though I prefer the Beatles," the colonel said to further announce his presence.

"Doesn't everybody," Bakura said irritably. "I personally prefer Pink Floyd, but there are other bands with good songs. Are you here for a reason, Colonel, or should we just continue with this private concert?"

"Actually, I'm here to gain some trust."

Bakura snickered. "Trust is like glass, Jack. Hard to make, easy to break. Now imagine the glass in a skyscraper. That is what trust is like with me...isn't that right, yadonushi?"

Surprised that his yami was actually asking for his opinion, Ryou nodded but stayed silent. He knew what might happen if Bakura got pissed off anymore.

"Interesting how having the right tools can strike fear into your enemies, eh Colonel? You know, I know why you're really here."

"You do?"

"Yes. You're here to find out if I want Naquadah in exchange for my not telling anyone about this place, am I right?"

"Yes, you are. How did you know that?"

"The Millennium Ring allowed me to eavesdrop on you're little conversation upstairs. I'm going to tell you now that I'm not all that interested in your Naquadah–"

"You're not?"

"No. I am interested in those weapons that you tried to shoot me with, plus the TERs and the staff weapons. I would also like free access to the Stargate, the computers, and GDOs; you know, things like that." He smiled mischievously and the room began to grow darker. "Of course, I don't exactly need your permission. I'd just like to start off on relatively good terms."

"I'm afraid we can't agree to your demands," Jack said. "Sorry, maybe you should try again later." He moved back slightly in fear as Bakura took a card out of his pocket.

"Heh, you'll find I'm not a very patient person," Bakura said. He held out his hand and almost instantly, and ball of shadows formed; after about a minute, the ball disintegrated, leaving a closed Zat lying in his hand. He studied it for a few moments, then pushed a button on the side, causing it to open, and aimed it at O'Neill, who looked almost frozen with fear. The yami grinned at him. "I should tell you I'm not exactly sure how to use this thing."

"How did you get that?" Jack asked, trying to sound calm, though he was failing. You would to if you were faced with a Zat held by someone who didn't know how to use it.

"It's called shadow magic. I demonstrated it earlier in the gate room. Now, do you want to rethink my request or should I shoot now?"

Jack fidgeted noticeably but didn't say anything. Bakura grinned and his grip tightened, but he didn't get a chance to shoot because Ryou had suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Please Koe, don't do this," he pleaded. "I'll do whatever you want, but I can't let you hurt anyone."

"Stay out of this, yadonushi," Bakura growled. He tried to pass his hand through his hikari's spirit body to see if he could still shoot O'Neill and found that Ryou was as solid as he was.

"I can't let you do this."

Bakura's grip lessened as he realized Ryou wouldn't move. "I don't want to hurt you. Move."

"I can't. Please put it down. You don't need to do this."

"Yadonushi…I don't want to hurt you…"

"I know, so put it down. I'm not moving."

Bakura nodded and let the Zat drop to the floor; there was a shared sigh of relief between Jack and Ryou, but they didn't have time to celebrate. Hamond's voice suddenly blared through the room over the loudspeaker.

"SG-1, YAMI, AND MALIK TO THE BRIEFING ROOM IMMEDIATELY! I REPEAT, SG-1, YAMI, AND MALIK TO THE BRIEFING ROOM IMMEDIATELY!"

"I have to go," Jack said. He quickly left the room and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about what might have happened if Ryou hadn't intervened. With a new sense of purpose running through him, he headed for the briefing room.

Back in the Iso. room, Bakura was staring at Ryou with an old look in his eye, and he suddenly kissed his hikari. "You scared me. Don't do that again."

"I'm sorry. I just can't let you hurt anyone else." He suddenly smiled and walked back to his spot on the wall, were he sat down. "That's my pleasure."

Bakura grinned and took out his knife as he leaned against the wall again. "Start singing, yadonushi."

"As you look around this room…tonight…settle in your seat and dim the lights…"

"All right," O'Neill said as he entered the briefing room, last again. "What's going on?" He glanced around the room as he sat down. "And why are you here?" he asked, staring at a woman standing near the large window that overlooked the Gate.

Anise (sp?) turned and almost glared at him. "I believe I should take offense to that, but I won't," she answered. "I have come to inform you that your world is in grave danger."

"Yeah? Is there ever a time when it isn't?" Jack commented sarcastically.

"What do you mean?" Daniel asked.

"Our spies have informed us that Anubis is planning a large scale attack on your planet. As does not seem to heed the Asgard Protected Planets Treaty with the other System Lords, the Tok'ra High Council felt it was necessary to warn you."

"Wait, wouldn't the other System Lords intervene to protect the Treaty and their own territory?" asked Daniel. Anise smiled grimly and shook her head.

"The other System Lords are too afraid of Anubis and too weak to try and attack him. That is why I am here to warn you."

"Wait, wait, Malik and I aren't that far updated," Yami interrupted. "Who is this 'Anubis'?"

"Anubis is a half Gou'ald, half Ancient," Daniel explained. "The System Lords, who are the top Gou'alds in the galaxy, thought he'd been killed a thousand years ago, but he recently showed up and began taking over. We've known for a while that he would probably attack Earth at some point, but we didn't know when."

"At the moment, Anubis is gathering his armies for the attack," Anise went on. "We estimate that you have a week at the most before he arrives."

"We appreciate what you're doing for us, but don't have any weapons with which to defend ourselves," Hammond said. Anise smiled again and glanced down at Yami and Malik.

"Actually you do," she said, still staring at the two Egyptians. "You just don't know how to use them properly yet."

Yami's eyes widened with realization. "You mean…the Millennium Items?"

Anise nodded once and was about to say something when Malik interrupted, "How do you know about the Items?!"

"I must confess, there has been a Tok'ra operative hiding out on Earth for many years, and he recently informed us about the Millennium Items. I believe he last told us that he was still trying to acquire all seven when you contacted him."

They all stared in silence at each other, wondering who the operative might be, until O'Neill piped up, "Who is it?"

"His name is Bakura."