Amazing! I'm not dead!

Love to everyone who reviewed, as well as Millenium Priestess for giving me such a great idea to solve the big, honkin' plot hole I had!

Two months.

Two months and there still wasn't an explanation.

Jack should not have had a problem driving home in a rainstorm; he had terrified Daniel with his driving enough times to prove that.

Why did Jack die!

If anyone realized that it had been two months and Daniel was still denying his best friend's death, they said nothing.

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That night, Jack stayed at Seto's mansion.

He had retrieved the Ankh (also known as the Key) from wherever it was he kept it, (much to Bakura and Yami's relief) and had been put up in one of the numerous guest rooms.

At that moment, the Colonel was stretched out on the bed, face pressed into the firm mattress. The pillows had been pushed onto the floor; one of Jack's hands grasped the mattress while the other gripped the Ankh. A thumb rubbed gently against the gold loop.

In his forehead and just behind his eyes, Jack could feel the beginnings of a migraine. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, prepared to endure.

Then cool fingers began to message his temples. Jack relaxed as Kazuma chuckled.

"Jakku-chan, my very dear, you're far too tense."

"Nng."

"Hmph."

Kazuma was virtually identical to Jack. In fact, the only differences between them were that Kazuma's hair was black and his eyes were a dark, wise lavender.

He had been with Jack ever since the Colonel had found the Ankh going through several boxes of his mother's after her death. Of course, ever since he met Shadi, he had had several suspicions as to where it had actually come from.

But he had met Kazuma.

And Kazuma...

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Jack had fainted right there on the attic floor. When he opened his eyes, he had been in a dark room that reeked of evil. He hadn't even been able to cry out before Kazuma had clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Don't make a sound," he'd hissed. "Follow me."

The darker had led him out of that trap, and explained just who and what he was.

Jack hadn't been able to believe it. And small wonder; magical split personalities, ancient pharaohs, reincarnation? That type of thing existed only in fantasy; never the real world.

Then again, there were many that would say the same thing about the Goa'uld.

He had finally been convinced when, in exasperation, Kazuma had "separated" and had confronted Jack with his appearance.

O'Neill would have been able to use him for a mirror. They would have been utterly identical if not for Kazuma's hair and eyes.

Wondering, Jack had reached out his hands and gently linked his fingers with his yami's.

Kazuma had smiled at him. "Believe me now?"

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That had been three years ago. One year after Sha're's death.

Why that particular date would make it into Jack's head at that moment he didn't know. But Daniel had been hit by it so hard -

He closed his eyes again.

"I know you miss him," Kazuma said softly.

"...I hurt him."

"It was the only way. And it's not like you'll never see him again."

Frustrated, Jack punched a fist into the mattress. "Dammit, I HURT him! I hurt Daniel! Kazuma, I SWORE I'd never do that again, and now --"

"Jakku-chan, hush. You mustn't say such things. We never know what the future will bring."

The former Colonel glared up at him. "Easy for you to say."

Kazuma snorted, but said nothing.

Jack shifted his head in his yami's lap. "Damn...Kazuma, I wish..."

"Yes?"

But Jack had already fallen asleep.

Waaah...Gomen, for taking so long! Anywho, there are probably people out there who will want to see more of the SG-1 gang, as well as more of Yami and Co. ...there will be soon, I promise!

Super short, I know, but this story is being so stupid...Gomen nasai! Please review!

Note: "Jakku" is how you spell and say "Jack" in Japanese. Therefore, it's Kazuma's nickname for Jack!

I know that everyone must have a lot of questions, but I promise that they'll all be answered as the story progresses!