AN: And part 3! Once again, sorry for the long-ass wait…stupid husband, not letting me get internet sooner. Bah! Lol

This will conclude the fight plus some…other interesting things. You shall see shortly. ^-^

As always, I do not own SG-1 or Bleach.

The boy was pretending to be asleep, Janet knew as she watched the blips indicating heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He had been unconscious for about 5 or so hours when he woke up with a jump before falling back into a fitful sleep for another hour plagued by what she could only guess were nightmares. It was actually his lack of movement and sound that gave him away as being awake.

Urahara had explained what happened to Ichigo as a separate personality that had taken over, who was bent on death and warfare, had been created and molded by the man who had kidnapped him all those years ago, Souske Aizen. This was the first time that Ichigo had actually fought outside of their gym and against a stranger for an opponent, and this change created too much stress on his mind causing the personality shift. Ichigo should've known better, according to Urahara, but he must've just gotten too into his fight with Teal'c to notice what was happening in order to stop and meditate to bring about peace between the two personalities. "We still are trying to understand what happened to Ichigo, here, and why he has this strange persona. I've even witnessed him communicating with the other "person" in his mind, as if the other being is responding to his statements. It was quite unnerving the first few months before he got it mostly under control."

Most of the SGC believed this tale, but there were a few who questioned, and wanted to talk to Ichigo as soon as he woke to see if the stories matched. Daniel, surprisingly enough, was one of them, and the other that somewhat caught Janet off-guard was Selmac. She figured the General would want to question the boy, and Teal'c (seeing as he was pushed out of the ring by the other personality), but the usually mild-mannered scientist and the visiting dignitary? Not on her usual list of interrogators.

Finally, it seemed the boy gave up as he let out a monster of a sigh and opened his eyes. They had removed his top and leggings and dressed him in his own sweats, leaving the tee-shirt off he usually slept in. Once again, she was struck by how many scars the boy possessed.

He looked over at her, blinking his eyes rapidly. "Hey, doc…what happened?"

She smiled warmly, and turned to look towards the front of the infirmary. "He's awake, Gentlemen, General." She turned back towards Ichigo, smile still firmly in place as he pulled himself upright and the others walked into the room. "We were actually kind of hoping you could tell us. What was the last thing you remember?"

Ichigo rubbed the left side of his face as if his eye and upper sinuses pained him. "Uh…I was fighting Teal'c, and had just managed to gain the offensive again with the Youma's Strike maneuver when…oh."

Janet raised her eyebrows. "Oh? What happened?"

Ichigo grimaced, and looked them all in the eyes before saying, "How much of my files have you all read? If you don't have the clearance, I'm not supposed to tell you."

The General nodded. "I can guarantee that all in this room have the proper clearance to hear what you have to say, though only Janet and myself have read your file. Daniel, Teal'c, and our friends, Selmac and Jacob, have yet to read what happened to you when you were younger."

Ichigo nodded, knowing where he needed to start with his fabricated back-story, not noticing at first that Jacob had been introduced with two names. "OK, I guess that I need to start towards the beginning, then." He twisted around in the bed, throwing his legs over the edge and removing the sheet from covering him. At Janet's protest, he said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to stand. I just hate laying around in a hospital bed…brings back bad memories."

At her nod, he then cleared his throat, drank a couple swigs of water, and started. "When I was 15, I found out that I wasn't like other kids my age. I was stronger, faster, and…please just bear with me on this…I could see the spirits of the dead as if they were still living and breathing." He rubbed his left eye again, and this time Janet noticed it was the same side. She would have to ask him if he did it again if he were in pain. "I made no secret of it, and everyone that mattered knew that I didn't take these natural abilities for granted. However, it came to the attention of one man who liked to toy with the lives of others as if they were his own personal marionettes…Souske Aizen." The name was said with such venom that Janet and most of the rest took a step back, the exception being Selmac.

"He found my natural abilities to be of great interest, and convinced my father that he should use me in a couple of tests…hypnosis and the like, saying he was studying the motivations of people who grew up to have extraordinary abilities like mine. What really happened was he found out my feelings on his plans and planted a seed of rebellion in my mind towards my father, whom I already found annoying like any teenager would. That seed, in the course of the next 5 months, grew to be true anger towards my father. I ran away from home, and Aizen took me in. While there, he experimented with my mind, and…something grew from those experiments. I have taken to calling him Shiro, because when I see him in my mind during meditation, he is like a negative picture of myself…skin all white, black sclera and golden-eyes. He grew in my mind, and we were able to communicate back and forth. It wasn't very productive.

"You see, he loves battle and blood and death, feels that it is his given right to end the lives of others. And, over the course of the three and a half years I was with Aizen, it was actually he who planted the idea in my mind to kill the one who caused me pain, kill the one who controlled me like a puppet, made me even angrier than my father ever did, even with Aizen's manipulations. Little did I know, the military had been watching Aizen, and on the day before they struck to save me and a few others from his clutches, I took a sword, the one that I normally fight with, and with Shiro's help cut the bastard's heart out." There was great satisfaction in his voice, and Ichigo was picturing the day that the Hogyoku, Aizen's "heart," had abandoned him, ending the long battle that equated to the Winter War.

"It was actually Urahara who found me, and he started to train me to control my own powers, and even found others who could help me find a way to control Shiro. He got me back to my family, and started to teach me how to work with the sword. That was two years ago now, and I still sometimes have issues controlling…him. He comes out when I least expect it, or any time that I fight with my whole heart. The last is what happened today…I should've watched out for him trying to seize control, especially since he has been talking to me more as of late, saying that all the desk work was driving him as insane as it was me…I know, strange that someone who has more than himself residing in his skull commenting about being driven even more insane." He huffed out a laugh, and touched that hand to his left eye again.

"Ichigo," started Doc Frasier, going towards a cabinet that held the injectable pain medication. "Your head hurts you, doesn't it?"

The surprise in his eyes was genuine. He hadn't realized he was touching that side of his face…he was just trying to remember the story around Shiro yelling at him to not forget their promise. They had talked long and fought hard against one another in his inner world before Shiro finally got around to what he wanted to tell Ichigo.

It was something that he would keep close in mind. He would never forget what the Hollow revealed to him…never again.

"No, actually…Shiro is just making a racket in here," he poked his forehead, "and not giving me much chance to think." There. The best lies were always based in truth…and this wasn't really a lie to begin with. Just the story, and even that had the ring of truth to the important parts. He remembered the old stories of the Fey, and how there were only able to tell truths. Yet they were tricky creatures, and could bend your understanding to think you meant one thing when they really said the other. This was one of those moments of inspiration, and Ichigo grabbed hold of it when he was fleshing out the story told in the "report" that the General and Janet Frasier had read on him.

Janet smiled, and looked at the others in the room. "Do any of you have questions for him? If not, I think that he should rest for the remainder of the day."

Teal'c stepped forward, and inclined his head. "You fought well in the ring today, Ichigo Kurosaki. I shall like to spar with you again under better conditions."

Surprise once again flitted across Ichigo's face. "Th-thank you, Teal'c. I would also be honored." He inclined his head, seeing as he was still seated on the hospital bed and couldn't fully bow.

It was silent for a moment before Selmac spoke up. "Did you ever, as far as you can remember, have anything bury itself in your neck, or try to forcibly take over your entire being?"

Ichigo's eyes narrowed slightly. "If you are asking if I possess or have ever possessed a symbiote, no. Never. You can even check my blood to know that I am telling the truth. I already have Shiro trying to take over, I don't need anything else to cause problems."

"See, that is what worries me…you said you were under hypnosis. How do we know that Shiro isn't a symbiote? He is bloodthirsty, angry, and power-hungry. Sounds like most Goa'uld to me," Selmac continued, his visage stern.

Ichigo, however, was undeterred. "I was able to get into the base. They have sensors for the Goa'uld at the final entrances before the elevators that take you down to this level of the complex. If I DID have a symbiote, I think that they would have noticed. That, and would I really be able to wrest control back from a Goa'uld? Or any symbiote at all, for that matter? As Shiro says, I am King, and he my Horse, not the other way around."

And there was another narrowing of eyes. "Wait…you are one, aren't you? I'm not talking to Jacob. General Hammond introduced you as…Selmac, if memory serves. You are a Symbiote."

Selmac smiled a little, and let the duality of their voices ring through as they spoke this time. "Yes. You can understand why we were suspicious. Your voice as you were speaking to Urahara towards the end of the bout had the same duality as our own, but yet slightly different. We just had to be certain. You understand, correct?"

Frowning and mumbling something along the lines of, "as uptight as Byakuya," he said, "Yea, I understand. Doesn't mean I have to like it, or you for that matter."

Both Selmac and Jacob laughed. "And we don't have to trust you just because you possess no symbiote, nor like you, either. We will keep an eye on you, Ichigo Kurosaki, and your mentor. You both stink of ancient powers that should be left well enough alone."

With that, he turned towards a surprised Daniel and General. Teal'c merely looked intrigued. "We shall explain at the briefing. I believe it is in a half-hour, yes? We would rather say it once, and not have to repeat ourselves."

And the entourage left with a few passing remarks, ("Sleep well!" "When you wake up you can go back to work. Eat the food there on the tray.") leaving the room in silence.

He was so going to hear it from Urahara and Yoruichi later. He just knew it.

AN2: And chapter: Fin! Hope you enjoyed the super update…I actually got a lot accomplished here. The climax will be coming along soon, then the end of this story…I know, so sad. I have started planning the next story, making this one a prequel, but it is still not even a full rough-draft or chapter outline yet. Lots of work to do…and I want to work on one of my original stories before I work on another fanfiction.

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