Fiat justitia et ruat caelum

Let justice be done though the heavens fall

Between being a teenage super terrorist and a refugee in the SGC, not to mention a host for a symbiote that's lost it's mind, Life is going to kill poor Duo.

The gods are whipping something up that may change Duo's life for all of time and doom earth at the hands of a new Gou'uld Superlord that's surpassed Time.

1x2 if you squint while standing on your head.

All characters are property of their respectful owners; I own nothing but my soul

That's right! I have not sold it, but I'm damned anyway!

Duo Maxwell was a handsome teenager dressed in almost all black except for the open denim jacket he had on, the long sleeves rolled back to his elbows. The shirt he wore underneath it was a deep black, his jeans were stonewashed and the black sneakers were worn. Duo Maxwell had a hip-length wave of hair, the soft hazelnut brown woven into a braid, and, around his smooth neck, there was a gleam of gold, the chain that held a golden cross.

His bright violet eyes shone with an insanity that, in itself, demanded a respect. An orphan since a very early age, Duo grew up on the streets learning to survive anyway how. At an age of around twelve or so, Duo became a soldier. He went to war and killed. Duo Maxwell was a handsome teenager and black ops skilled enough to take on an entire base alone—and get out alive.

At present, Duo ran down gold, triangular hallways, completely lost as to where he was; he was only relaying on his training: get out of unknown territory, get into known territory, reestablish communication, and kill anything that got in his way. So far, he'd met no opposition—but it was only a matter of time until that changed, in fact; it should have happened already. Whoever occupied this place must have had their attention on something else. Distant, loud, and familiar sounds that his ears picked up now and then gave him a good hint as to what that something was.

The loud, metallic, rhythmic sound of soldiers marching in formation made Duo quickly search for a hiding place. He swore silently to himself—he'd gone and caught himself in the open.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! He snarled, diving into a crevice along the wall. He prayed to his lucky stars, his angels, and to his god of death, that they wouldn't see him. That was when Duo saw them. Three good sized men in bulky, showy armor walked past; each one holding a six foot staff with a almond shaped bulge at both ends. Duo balked.

Since when did Oz wear this shit? Come to think of it, when did they have gold, freaky shaped maze tunnels either? And what happened to guns?

Something knocked the wind out of Duo. One of the men had seen Duo and had rammed the staff into his stomach. Black and gray smeared across Duo's vision lighting fast and was gone.

"Tau'ri!" it snarled at him. He, as the soldier seemed to be male, raised the weapon level with Duo's head. Duo stared incomprehensibly at it. The bulge opened up and whistled with energy.

Duo's pistol ricocheted in his grip, his hand following its path with a familiarity that shouldn't be known to a mere sixteen-year-old. Something shrilled and forced its way between Duo's lips. Becoming enraged at the fact that he'd been so rudely violated, Duo fired upon the remaining soldiers without hesitation, killing them instantaneously. More shrills erupted as Duo's hidden switchblade went to work.

"What the fuck…?" Duo whispered aloud, his face screwing up into a look of disgust as he squatted down to examine the things he'd just killed, hanging his hands between his knees. The things, leaking green blood, looked something like strange fish—long and slick, the creatures had fins and evil looking jaws. Was this inside him? Duo's stomach lurched and he spun on his heel, pushing his worries into the back of his mind. Priorities, he reminded himself.

Duo came to an unoccupied room and slid inside for a breather, to try to get a bearing on where he was. He whistled in amazement. The room was filled entirely with strange contraptions. He couldn't recognize a single damn thing.

"What is this? Sci-fi 101? Mad doctor conspiracy?" Duo scowled, picking at something that glowed dully. His attention remained equally distributed around the room, and he remained wary of the things he fondled with curiosity.

"Jack, we have to hurry!" Duo stiffened at the words; English. The soldiers from before had spoken "Tau'ri" before trying to smear him off the plane of existence—that sure as hell wasn't English—none that he knew at least.

"I know that, Daniel!" The pounding of feet grew louder. Whoever was coming was obviously coming this way. Duo noted that there was no accompanying sound of the heavy armor as the people Duo had taken out before.

Duo decided to take a chance. Flipping the back of the denim jacket he had on, Duo rested his hand on the gun handle. He slid his left foot back and, falling into a defensive stance, hoped that he wasn't doing something mindblowingly stupid.

Stupidity, Maxwell, is something you bathe in. It's part of you like a skin. You being intelligent is itself the harbinger of the end. One of Wufei's blatant, yet still ever eloquent insults bored its way into his mind. Duo laughed at the memory and muttered to himself quietly.

"That's because when I'm being smart it involves A grade explosives." Duo slid back into reality and focused his eyes on the door. Someone skidded past, but their hand caught the doorframe just in time and they forced themselves to backtrack, nearly plowing over the poor dude behind him. The first one was male, in his forties, had graying hair, and wore an olive-gray-green uniform. Weapons were strapped to him—weapons Duo recognized. The second one, also male, was pathetically human. He wore glasses and the same uniform as the first, though it seemed awkward on him; like it didn't fit right even if it was the right size. Duo knew soldiers and this one wasn't one. At least, he wasn't trained as one. Both paused at the sight of Duo.

"Who are you?" the older one asked. Duo was surprised at his tone, it was light. Lighter than a person normally was when holding an automatic weapon in one hand. That was the one who'd spoken to 'Daniel', meaning the older one was Jack.

"Uhh… I don't think I want to tell you…" Duo said slowly, to get the message across. He'd met enough soldiers who'd had trouble with that. The blond haired, Daniel who had been scanning the room, darted off after finding the object of his desire. Duo cast a glance at him as he ran to a wall and began pressing at it with his fingertips. Duo slowly turned back to Jack, who was looking at him curiously. Duo let his eyes lingering behind.

"Poking walls. Okay, an odd hobby." An unseen mist seemed to be flowing into the room. Jack snorted. He seemed to find Duo's words funny. The mist started to tickle at Duo's mind. A noise made Duo spin around, training his gun on the back of Daniel's head.

"Hey! Hey, hey, no! Bad boy! Down!" Duo heard Jack's gun click. The wall was glowing, opening up. The mist started choking Duo and his knees buckled, but he managed to keep himself on his feet, even if he was doubled over. Bringing both palms to his forehead, Duo heard his gun clatter to the floor. It sounded like a broken echo to him. Everything rushed around him and, groaning, the world tilted.

Jack stared at the kid as he toppled over. Daniel skidded over and knelt beside him searching for a pulse. Jack moved and helped Daniel flip the boy onto his back. He was so young—couldn't be more than seventeen. So what the hell was he doing in a Goa'uld ship? He looked human—and that didn't mean much, but he was also wearing jeans—which, as of this time was not being manufactured in any other parts of the universe other than Earth.

"Ummm… Jack, I know I'm not an expert at these kind of things and I could be just getting excited over nothing…" Daniel started slowly.

"The point, Daniel, if you'd please."

"Jack… is it just me or is his gun a little weird looking?" Daniel was holding the boy's gun in his hands. Gingerly snatching it away from the archeologist, Jack looked it over.

"Yeah… it's definitely a pistol, but it is a qualified weird. Upgrade maybe? Not snakehead for sure…" both looked down at the unconscious boy. These kind of things always had to happen, didn't they?

Duo was flouting in water. He felt no pressure from the unseen liquid, however. He was merely hanging in an abyss, unknown. Opening his eyes he found himself above a field. Just a field that went on forever and… a tree. A large, gnarled and knotted, dead, black tree. It branched out like a many-fingered hand up for the sky, for heaven and god, for redemption, for peace of mind.

Ravens sat silently among its branches, while black roses clawed their way up its trunk like ivy. Duo drifted down to the ground and found that a long scythe rested against the trunk, it's blade a wicked claw. Everything was dark, as if just before a violent storm; the entire sky was the same solid blue-gray. Duo looked at everything dully. A figure stepped out from behind the tree. Duo began coughing out of surprise, his eyes tracing over the ghost that had haunted his nightmares for years on end. The long golden, sand blond hair, the large blue eyes, the skinny, half starved body… but this time it wasn't a ghost… He wasn't a ghost. He was alive again, the only person who'd bothered to try and dig him out of the ruin that had been his home, to hold him and tell him that it would all be okay… Solo was alive again, even for this short time.

"S-Solo…?" Solo scowled.

"No, Tau'ri. This is purely an image I took from your memory. It is merely a skin, nothing more." The scenario seemed to come out of some sick Sci-fi B movie. Now, normally, Duo loved B movies like the best of them, but he also enjoyed it when they didn't involve mental anguish—real life dished out enough of it to him.

"What!" Duo's response was sharp as a knife. His shock was starting to seep away, turning into a rage that, untamed, would eventually ignite into something fierce.

"I will not repeat myself, Tau'ri. I am quite angry that you killed my host…" It hissed, lips curling back, showing white teeth.

"Host? So what? You were that hideous deformed fish? What do you want?" Duo growled, "and fuck, choose a different 'skin'." He continued, waving an angry hand. 'Solo' scowled again at Duo's, other than pissed behavior, completely indifferent and unimpressed behavior. When looking to insight fear into your victims nothing pissed you off quite like total indifference.

"I will not. And what I want is your body. You have a very, very nice one." 'Solo' purred evilly. Duo gave him the bird. 'Solo' shook his head and smiled grimly, as if amused at Duo's show of defiance.

"What a temper. You can not fight it. I am here and I am staying."

"Fuck you!" Duo blurted, in an 'I-don't-give-a-damn-what-you-say' tone, "Shinigami can fight whatever he goddamn feels like, fish-shit."

"Shinigami. Interesting. Hmm. But alas, no, you can not fight it," Solo strode forward, his eyes glowing, throwing his hand up in front of him like a puppet-master pulling stings, "because I now own this body, Tau'ri!" Duo's body burned with an incomparable fire and he could see his prison starting to rise; waiting to swallow him in it's wicked maw, teeth dripping with saliva as if it truly was some living beast.

Duo Maxwell smiled.

Jack shot a nervous look over his shoulder as the boy that was draped over his back began shaking violently, quickly becoming savage convulsions. Jack looked over to Daniel for help and they leaned Duo up against a wall. His jaw was clenched tight and his fists curled, nearly drawing blood. Jack and Daniel looked at each other, worried, but the convulsions ended as suddenly as they started. Duo's eyes fluttered open.

"Itai…Ore wa ima atama ga itai n da…" he moaned quietly. Letting out a low sigh, Duo brushed a hand over his forehead, then looked up at Jack and Daniel.

"Thank you, for your help… I am… Shinigami…" he grinned wildly at the two very confused men. Something about his grin made the two men nervous, something perceptively evil lurked behind the flashing teeth; an evil that still held the innocence of a child—and yet… didn't.

"Yeah, um, I'm Jack and this is Spacemonkey…" Jack introduced, jabbing a thumb in Daniel's direction, detached. Daniel got a flabbergasted look, as if Jack had said something completely out of the ordinary.

"Jack!" he hissed, turning red from the indignity of it all. Jack held up both hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay, I get it… Daniel… sorry…jeeze…" this was followed shortly by an awkward cough that sounded shockingly similar to "spacemonkey".

"Pleasure. However, could I ask you to please give me a hand? I seem to have lost the ability to stand for the time being…" Shinigami's voice was unafraid and unstressed as if things like this happened regularly. Jack and Daniel looked at each other yet again.

"Do you have any other name besides Shinigami?" Daniel asked the boy that was being given a piggyback ride by Jack through the long winding halls. Jack was grumbling about pack mules and how he felt sorry for them as Shinigami conversed with Daniel.

"Why? Does Shinigami make you nervous?" Shinigami laughed as if he seemed pleased at the thought. Daniel was determined not to loose face as he shivered on the inside.

"Um… Nooooo… it's… just not a very normal name, that's all…" Daniel answered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Shinigami chuckled cruelly and eyed Daniel with scrutiny before ripping his eyes away and focusing them on the wall just behind Daniel's head.

"Sometimes… I am called Duo…" he said quietly, face darkening; but, then he smiled reassuringly, in a disarming way that one couldn't help but trust and, at the same time, stay wary of.

"Hey, guys. Shouldn't we like, oh, I don't know… shut up! We are on a Goa'uld ship, y'know." Jack hissed, twisting his head around to eye both of them.

"Oya, oya!" Shinigami was looking gleefully over Jack's shoulder. Jack and Daniel looked at the three Jaffa partrol group ahead of them.

"What did I tell you?" Jack snapped.

"Tau'ri! Release me!" Bellowed 'Solo', his face twisted ugly in rage as he tried to break free of his chains. The ravens in the tree seemed to eye him hungrily, so silently patient for the time they could act…

"Say pretty please." Duo snapped, leaning against the tree. 'Solo' rattled his chains loudly, taking advantage of the minor slack they had to throw himself against the bars made from the blades of swords. A loud metallic clang ushered sparks. 'Solo' gave a loathsome hiss as the metal cut a gash into his unprotected cheek, splitting the soft flesh wide open.

"Never, Tau'ri! How can you confine me this way? You are no more then a mere mortal fool!" the voice resonated like an echo through the vast emptiness, causing the ravens to ruffle their feathers.

"Aww…" Duo simpered with a look of insincere pity on his face, "who told you that…?" 'Solo' bared his teeth and continued to writhe and twist, searching for some sort of weakness or break in the prison he was in, but the found none.

"…What are you?" Duo asked. 'Solo' didn't answer. Duo slowly stood and grabbed the scythe from its place against the tree. He walked over to where the intruder of his mind was imprisoned; a circle of swords that had pushed their way out of the ground like a plant, within the circle chains had sprouted and wrapped themselves around 'Solo', who was sitting, cross-legged in the middle. When Duo stood before him, Duo thrust the shaft of the scythe into the ground with force.

"Answer me!" he roared. Though he showed no weakness of fear, 'Solo' complied, even daring to look up into Duo's flashing eyes.

"I am a Goa'uld. A being that takes other creatures over as hosts. You killed my former host. I was forced to take over your body or die." 'Solo' said dryly, eyeing Duo with more hate than it was possible to voice.

"Well, I don't think it was very nice to try and take over my body and lock me away. And look what you did! You made put my body on Autopilot! Dunno how that's possible…" Duo murmured, crossing his ankles as he leaned against the scythe; scratching the side of his head.

"It is how we are taught! Tau'ri are scum! Gou'uld are gods! We are to establish dominance over our hosts!" 'Solo' cried out, cutting himself again against the edge of a sword at which he'd thrown himself.

"Well, that's not a very good way to make friends. If you needed help, you could've just asked…" 'Solo' bristled.

"How!"

"…Good point. But how about this," Duo squatted down, coming to eye level with the flustered, enraged alien sitting captive in his cage, "you forget this whole dominance thing, and maybe, if you're a good boy, we can be friends." Duo rested the scythe against his shoulder and folded his hands under his chin. The Gou'uld leaned forward and set a steady gaze on Duo.

"…No," it said simply.

"Well, then you're screwed buddy, cuz you're not getting out of there until you say 'yes'." Duo sighed, pulling his hands apart and holding them out to the sides, shrugging. Grabbing the scythe again, Duo used it to pull himself up. Walking over to, and flopping down against the tree, Duo crossed his wrists over the shaft and leaned back, the rose ivy scuttling out of the way as they had before.

"I'm ready to wait—I won't like it, mind you; I hate sitting still, —but I'm ready to. The question is, are you ready to spend the rest of your life in chains? I know from personal experience that it is not very fun." 'Solo' shook his head once, savagely, as if to rid his head of bad images. Then he stilled and stared off into the distance, thinking.

"…Fine. I…accept…" he said finally. Such a declaration seemed to have been a horrible blow to his pride. The swords withdrew back into the ground and the chains released their hold on him, also sinking back into the dirt. Still, 'Solo' sat there, unsure of what to do next.

"Hey," Duo said, jerking his head and patting the ground next to him. 'Solo' obeyed, taking a spot under the tree next to Duo.

"So… what's your name?" Duo asked, supporting himself with his arms and staring off into the horizon.

"…Rain'aok…" he grumbled.

"Rain'aok, huh?" Duo smiled.

"Ya, Hello!" Duo suddenly blurted, sitting up quickly. Jack tore his head back just in time, saving himself a nasty gash on his forehead. Jack, very carefully, and Daniel stared at Duo, both because of his sudden movement and his sudden change of attitude.

"How'd I get here? Oh, yeah. I remember." Looking around, Duo saw that he was no longer in one of the tunnels, but as smaller, two, maybe three room ship, all of which Duo could clearly see from where he was. Well, he had his body back so that was a silver line… first things first. Duo checked his braid to see if it was all right. Jack was waving a hand in front of his face.

"Woo hoo, Shinigami… anybody home?" Jack's voice was light and he whistled a short note after it.

"We're all sleeping." Duo replied airily, waving a hand. Jack stopped waving and looked at Daniel.

"I think I like this kid." Daniel put his hands on his hips and glared at Jack, who rolled his eyes at the agitated archaeologist in front of him. Jack held up his hands in silent surrender.

"Okay, okay! Hey, Shinigami!--"

"Duo. Duo Maxwell," Duo interrupted, "Duo is my name; I run, I hide, I never tell a lie." Jack blinked and Daniel frowned. Sudden changes in names was not the most reassuring sign of metal stability, but then, what was? Still…

"Okay… um…Duo, I have to ask you something." Jack announced, wringing his hands together. Duo tilted his head to one side curiously; blinking innocently.

"Yes?"

"Are you Goa'uld?" Jack asked levelly, dropping his hands to his sides. Daniel brought his palm to his forehead with a slap. Did Jack take nothing seriously?

"Goa'uld? Now where have I heard that before?" Duo muttered, tapping his chin with his index finger.

'Shinigami, you fool! I am Goa'uld!' Rain'aok spat, his voice echoing out of the back corners of Duo's mind. Duo blinked.

"Oh! You mean the brain hijacking fish-worms? No. But I got one." Duo blinked, pointing to his temple. Jack and Daniel flinched visibly. Duo read their reactions correctly.

"Oh, don't worry, mine's on a leash." Duo hummed, smiling in his superiority

'Leash! What happened to the no-dominant, neutral, symbiotic relationship?' Rain'aok choked; Duo could see it bristle in a non-visual way.

"Oh, bite me. You started this. Besides; it's my body." Duo snorted, crossing his arms and turning his head away, arrogantly.

'Well, if you would just be a normal host, it would be my body, Doofus.' Rain'aok muttered, apparently he was still bitter about not being able to instate a two-man tyranny over his host.

"Normal is a foreign language. …Did you just use the word 'doofus'?" the last statement held a mixture of shock and amusement that made Rain'aok want to claw out his eyes.

'…This is your fault!' he snarled pointing an accusing finger at Duo.

"My fault? You know, it's at this point in time that I realize: everything's my fault." Duo scoffed, placing a stung hand over his chest.

'It is your fault, Shinigami!'

"You're the one with the god complex!"

'You call yourself Shinigami!' Rain'aok slung back, too arrogant that he had already fallen into the trap Duo had laid.

"Touché. Can you speak Japanese? Whatever. I'm not listening to you anymore." Duo said, plugging his ears.

'I AM IN YOUR HEAD, FOOL!' Rain'aok raged throwing something that surpassed the normal temper-tantrum.

"Not listening!" Duo hummed.

'I am Shinigami. I have the intelligence of a warm apple strudel.'

"That is cruel. But… in a familiar cruel, y'know?" Duo gained a nostalgic look, "having my intelligence compared to food items is such a heart-warming experience for me… such fond memories…" his voice held a thickness, as if Duo was about to burst into tears of joy.

'NO, I do not know, nor do I ever want to know!' Rain'aok hissed, seething from his very pores. Duo cackled before proceeding to calmly explain to Rai-chan the joys of being verbally abused by two of the four people he spent his time with. Quatre was too nice and Trowa just plain hated talking; so did Heero, but he made exceptions for soul crushing insults.

Meanwhile, Jack and Daniel were staring open mouthed at Duo and his one-sided conversation. Not that it wasn't entertaining or anything, just that it was… very, very… disturbing.

"Okay, this is odd. I have no idea what to make of this." Daniel said, pulling off his glasses and rubbing one eye with the palm of his hand.

"Odd? Hell, this far out twilight zone. It doesn't look like the snake can do much… think it's all show? I mean I don't think the snakes are that smart…" Jack goggled, scratching the back of his head.

The ring inlayed into the middle of the floor glowed a light blue and five or so rings came down from the ceiling, hovering about a foot apart above the floor. Inside of the rings a blue light flashed and the rings vanished, leaving three people standing there. A tall black man with a gold symbol on his forehead, a blond woman, and an almost bald, old man who looked about sixty. The old man ran to the front of the ship and it hummed as he started it up. Only the fact that Duo was used to constant sudden acceleration kept him from falling over.

"Who's tha—" the woman started, but she was cut off by the ship as it shook violently. Duo nearly squealed with joy, Daredevil tactics was a hobby of his that struck terror into the inexperienced heart.

'Holy Suns of Ra… they just blew it up…' Rain'aok sounded thunderstruck, if not a little peeved.

"So it would seem…" Duo said silently; it wasn't something he hadn't seen before. It dulled the effect when it wasn't you who had set the charge.

'We have just been bested by five Tau'ri… that is…impressive as hell, actually. If not incomprehensibly pathetic.' Rain'aok scowled in distaste.

"Oh… really…? Should I tell them this? Hmm?" Duo prodded mischievously, mentally wrinnging his hands together and cackling.

'If you do… I swear I will…I will…I will think of something!' he stammered lamely, pathetically trying to think of a threat that he could actually follow up on. When you have no control over the body you're inhabiting, it was a surprisingly hard task.

"What's a Gou'uld doing here?" the balding man asked sharply coming to stand next to everyone else, who'd stationed themselves in the main room. Oh, yeah, the man was pissed.

"Oh, hi Jacob! Well you see—" Jack started, jumping up and clapping his hands together.

"He's Gou'uld?" The blond woman seemed surprised and she peered at Duo closely. He was suddenly reminded of a blond Noin—she be no gender. The female soldier was loyal (to Zechs alone), and spunky, and had a horrible way of making everything out exactly the way it was. There is no gender on the battlefield. Yeah, sorry Noin, but a chick has breasts even if she does have a gun. Duo was just giving her a hard time though, he knew what she meant, simple enough, death doesn't discriminate. In war no one doesn't shoot a woman cuz she's got a lumpy chest. Now where was he?

"I—" Duo stood weakly, the muscle legs giving off minute spasms under his clothes from the earlier battle with his new companion—friend was too strong a word, and tried to include himself in the conversation. It was about him after all.

"What the hell are we supposed to do now? What the fuck were you thinking!" Jacob demanded. Jack was wincing under Jacob's harsh scolding. Duo sighed, sat himself down again, and began digging through his pockets. Finally he retrieved the object of his desire; something that looked a lot like an MP3 player. Putting the earphones in his, well, ears, Duo turned it on and set on full volume to drown out the arguing around him.

Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here's not right today.
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left
I don't know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
Like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face watches every time I lie
A face that laughs every time I fall
(And watches everything)

'What is that awful noise? Why is this man screaming about voices and faces? Do the Tau'ri have such mental dementia often? ' Rain'aok asked scornfully.

'It's called music, Rai-chan. And to answer your other question, yes.' Duo replied nonchalant.

'Rai-chan?' Rain'aok asked in some state of disgust.

'Just because you're living in my head doesn't mean you escape the curse of the nickname.' Duo chided, mentally waggling a finger.

'I despise you.' Rain'aok shot back, sending him a mental image of Duo's head popping. Duo just rolled his eyes.

"It's a sickness. Now quiet."

So I know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
Right beneath my skin

It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin—

The music was cut off violently as Jacob yanked the earphones out, completely disregarding Duo's personal space; though, with his disregard for others personal space, Duo didn't really have the right to complain.

"WHAT?" he snapped, shooting a heated glare at the man who bore the same look. His music was one of the few things he was protective about—which meant he was very overprotective of it.

"Who are you?" Jacob demanded, Duo's music set clutched tightly in his claws. The others were listening curiously behind him.

"Depends on who's talking to me. Gimme back my music!" Jacob didn't, which made Duo rather sour.

"Humor me." He snapped, locking onto Duo's eyes.

"Duo Maxwell. Shinigami. Baka and occasionally much ruder things. Gim-me!" Duo was seconds away from seriously injuring the man.

"Where are you from?" Jacob continued. Being a father, he knew the rules of teenagers. Sammie, after all, had been one hell of a teenager. He still had nightmares.

"L2. GIM-ME!" Duo ordered, thrusting his hand out.

"Where's that?" he asked again.

"Depends on where I am. Gim-me. Puh-leeze!" Jacob cleared his throat loudly. It was apparent to the others that Duo dealt with these sorts of situations often because Jacob needn't do more.

"The L2 Colony orbits the Earth Sphere Unified Nations. Now gim—"

"Earth?" Daniel interrupted. Duo crossed his arms, glaring at him and he gave a sheepish smile.

"Yes, earth. Now—" Yet again, Duo was cut off, and he wasn't an inch closer to reclaiming what was his.

"The only thing orbiting earth are satellites, garbage from launches, and the moon." Sam cut him off. Duo sent her a glare as well. Sam didn't shy away as easily as Daniel did.

"Since when? After the first colony went up, they changed the calendars to AC; After Colonization or After Colony or maybe it was After Calendar. I don't know, I never cared. That was a hundred and ninety-five years ago. What rock have you been living under?" Duo hissed, fingers digging into fabric on the inside of his elbows, locking them in place so as not to do anything stupid in his deteriorating patience.

"You don't understand. There's nothing like that. Humans haven't developed that far yet." Jacob explained in a voice underlined with irritation.

"Well, we must be talking about a different earth then, buddy." Duo scowled, his fingers pressed deeper into the cloth until Duo could feel the burn of his nails against his skin even through the shirtsleeve that was just long enough.

"Did humans evolve on the earth you speak of?" the black man asked levelly, surprising Duo. Duo's surprise, however, was quickly engulfed by his temper before it could leave its mark.

"Good one, Teal'c." Jack whispered, elbowing him gently in the ribs. Teal'c raised an eyebrow at him but said nothing.

"Yes, okay! They did!" he cried, throwing his arms up in the air. Everyone looked at each other. Duo looked at everyone looking at another, trying to find out who was going to vocalize the choice piece of information they had to him. He snapped.

"WHAT?" Duo blurted, getting fed up with this. It was like playing, or attempting to play, a game of charades with Trowa. Which was actually the only form of communication Duo could use with the guy and he made it harder than it was possible to make.

"Then your earth and our earth are one and the same." Duo just gave them a non-comprehending look. That look just made them all feel a little guilty inside.

'Shinigami…'

"WHAT!" Duo shouted at the empty space next to him. Rain'aok was unfazed by Duo's hostile tone.

'It would seem that either one of you are wrong in the assumption that humans evolved on "your" planet, or perhaps you have come from another time, far in the future.' Rain'aok offered helpfully.

"That's stupid! Time travel is impossible!" Duo snapped, gnashing his teeth.

"Improbable," Jack coughed, waving a finger back and forth, motioning to the people around him, "we've managed it." Duo stared at him, his jaw hanging open an inch.

"Peachy keen." He muttered hoarsely, his voice breaking. Suddenly, his music didn't mean a goddamn thing.

A/N: Servus

I hope you liked the first chapter… I know it's really crappy… I would really be happy to know if I should keep trying or just give up cuz I'm hopeless… but I'm still gonna post more chapters regardless. -shrugs- -giggles- I got a poster chapted! Wait… er… Chapter posted! Yippe! Oh, and I just got bored with Duo's normal attire and I'm going through a open denim jackets on guys faze. Like it? Hate it? Flammers welcomed with open arms. I need to practice for when I go to hell anyway.

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