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A/N: In that last chapter, someone mentioned that the appropriate use of the suffix attached to Dr Jacksons' name would have been Jackson-sensei rather than Dr Jackson-san. I actually used this, as well as the many scattered Japanese words...something I tend to try and keep to an absolute minimum, to try and highlight the differences between Yugi and Daniel.

I felt that Yugi would be uncomfortable calling a foreigner (to him) by a completely different term, but also unable to talk to him without showing at least a modicum of respect.

Sorry if this confused people.

Anyway, forgive me for taking so long to get this chapter out, I've been distracted by Vacation Blues...as well as some very stimulating arguments with my other half on the nature of Chaos vs Life and it's implementations in stories as well as it's validity.

Hugs,

~Shi-koi~

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Chapter Two

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The air in the underground room was stifled and grim. The faces of the people sitting around a long rectangular table equally as worried and dark.

"Are you absolutely sure Dr Jackson?" General Hammond asked again, his jaw tightening as Daniel nodded once, tensely.

"Great." Jack spoke up. "Just what we need...another damn snake in our territory."

"Did the boy seem like a Goa'uld Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c asked, the look in his ebony eyes intense.

Daniel shook his head. "No. But that doesn't really mean anything, does it?"

"The writing, did it originate from here on Earth?" Sam wondered, her brows furrowed as she though over what Daniel had said in the beginning of the meeting.

"That's just it!" Daniel exclaimed, sweeping an arm out to make his point. Jack casually leant back to avoid the outslung limb, clearing his throat as he caught and lowered his team-mates' arm back to the table. Daniel blushed in embarrassment, clearing his throat before staring intently at Sam.

"What's it mean?" She asked.

"I have absolutely no idea. The text I've deciphered so far – and the code in the writing is strange...I've never seen such an odd usage of-" he paused as someone cleared their throat pointedly, "...um, it speaks about a 'Nameless Pharaoh'...but I haven't found any dates or significant occurrences I could use to plot the time period."

"Daniel Jackson, would it help to see the artifact that the message was originally written upon?" Teal'c asked after a moment's deliberation.

"Probably."

"Then would it not be wise to contact this Mr Mutou and ask to see it?"

"Teal'c, you're a genius!" Daniel's eyes lit up, before the spark suddenly faded. "But what excuse do I give him if it turns out he is a Goa'uld?"

"Take Carter with you." Jack said suddenly.

"Sir?" San asked, tilting her head in question.

"Well...think about it. If the kids got a snake in his head then you'd sense it, right Carter?"

Sam nodded. "Yes. I could probably tell if he's been infected...but he would also be able to sense the trace of naquada in my blood."

"I think that this is a mission for SG-1." General Hammond said, breaking in. The other four around the table stopped and stared. It wasn't often they got missions on their homeworld. They'd had less than a dozen to date.

"Colonel O'Neill, you and Teal'c will be the backup. Dr Jackson, you and Major Carter will lead the front of the mission, although you will both still defer to the Colonel. I want to know if there are any Goa'uld on Earth, and how this boy relates to this language. I want a full background sweep – Major Carter you know the best personnel for this, and I want this message translated as fast as You can manage it Dr Jackson."

They nodded.

"SG-1, dismissed."

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"Anything yet?" Yami asked, leaning over Yugi's shoulder.

Yugi scowled cutely, scrunching up his nose as his yami leant over the back of the sofa he was curled up on, his texts and papers scattered across the fabric in a messy sprawl.

"I'll take that as a no then shall I?" Yami said, his voice and eyes softening as he took in the tired lines of fatigue around his light's eyes.

"Yeah. You can take that as a no."

"Anything I can help with?"

Yugi shook his head. "I'm just trying to find out any cross-references to the images I saw in when I was in our soul room. I haven't seen them before, not in any language."

Yami frowned. "What images?"

"Remember a few years back, when I got lost exploring?"

Yami nodded,

"Well I saw a series of strange flashes before I woke up. I'd forgotten them, but I think all this worry brought them back to the surface."

"Why now?" Yami mused.

Yugi sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "I don't know. I guess it was going to happen sooner or later..."

Yami smiled slightly. "Love you." He said, reassuring his light, trying to make him feel better.

Yugi tilted his head back, grinning when Yami planted a soft kiss on his lips, even though their heads were now upside down. "Love you back."

A gentle touch brushed against the side of his face, then Yami left, going into the small kitchenette area.

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"So...what now?"

The four members of SG-1 were gathered around a coffee table in one of the SGC's many rooms.

"Come morning we go over the Intel that should be ready. Then we go from there. Mr Mutou will be placed under surveillance from our backup, while we get close." Jack outlined briefly.

Three nods met his gaze.

"This kid's hiding something. We need to find out what."

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The bright morning sunlight streaming in through the double windows painted the three youths tangled together in the large king size bed with it's golden rays. Limbs of bronze, gold and alabaster lay across each other, the trio sleeping peacefully.

Until the alarm went off.

The harsh beeps woke the three, blue eyes opening groggily as their owner slammed a golden-tanned arm out and knocked the offensive item to the floor.

"Damn thing..." Seto moaned, as he pulled himself free from his two lovers. He yawned as he stood, stretching like a cat on the balls of his feet.

Yami and Yugi rolled over into the warmth of the spot Seto had vacated, curling up together around Seto's pillow.

The young CEO smiled as he watched them, his lips quirking at the corners and his eyes softening with affection as he covered them back up with a cream-coloured sheet.

He wrapped a navy robe around himself as he padded to the kitchenette and switched the coffee-maker on, heading to the shower as he waited. Fifteen minutes later, washed, dressed in his usual black outfit, his midnight overcoat slung over the back of his chair, Seto drank his coffee at the table, a breakfast of fruit and a warm buttered croissant before him.

Yugi entered a half hour later, his spikes mussed, blindly staggering to the coffee pot and pouring himself a cup that was quickly drunk black and sugarless with a grimace, another cup was poured immediately after, a liberal amount of brown sugar loaded into the liquid, as well as a good amount of fresh milk, before Yugi joined Seto at the table.

"Morning." Seto offered, grinning over the top of the business section in the paper he was reading.

"Mnnugh." Yugi grunted, eyes blearily blinking in the light.

Seto bit back a snicker at the look on Yugi's face. He may have lightened up around his lovers, but that was going too far even for him.

"Is Yami still asleep?"

Yugi blinked again. "Ehwhaaa...?"

A loud crash from the bedroom suddenly answered him.

"Ra damned contraption!"

Seto hid his face behind the newspaper, a large smirk crossing his face.

Yami limped into the room, a mangled piece of metal clutched in one hand. "Which Ra damned idiot left this thing on the floor?" he demanded to know, dropping the remains of the alarm clock on the table.

Seto cleared his throat while Yugi stared at the lump of metal.

Yami waited impatiently, crimson eyes flickering to the still half-asleep Yugi, then to the paper hiding Seto from view.

The paper started to quiver as Seto laughed silently.

Yami's eyes narrowed. "Seto..."

A soft snicker echoed from behind the paper.

Yugi bit back a tiny smile, sipping from his coffee as he watched his two koibitos.

With the skill and speed of a child half his age, Seto dropped the paper and knocked his chair over, making a run for the bedroom. Yami followed him, a furious glare plastered across his face.

"SETO!"

In the sudden silence following Seto and Yami's departure, someone knocked on the door.

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Tbc...

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Evil? Me? Don't be *snicker* silly.

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Muahahahahaha! Cliffy. Well...not really, cos I'm sure you all know who's going to be there...right? 'Course, the way my mind works, it could be anyone! Heh.

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Hugs,

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~Shi-koi~

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