Disclaimer: I do not own The Mummy or any characters in it.blah-dy-blah-dy- BLAH. Don't you just HATE having to say that? It just makes me feel so stupid for not coming up with it first!! Oh, but I do own Emily, Rick and Evie's three-year-old daughter.

Authors note: Humhumhum.well, I think I've decided to discontinue my other fic-for those of you who were wondering and had wanted me to. Y, u ask? Just cuz, I guess.

P.S. Forgive any spelling or grammar mistakes that I might have. I wrote this when I was very tired and my computer might not have caught all of them, so. . .u know.

Now, on with the story!

Prelude: "I got it from a dig, down in. . .uh. . .Thebes!"

"But, really, I didn't start the brawl!" Jonathan managed a lie out to the short Arabic man who had thrown-really, thrown-him out of the bar just recently.

The man mumbled something in Arabic about "stupid tourists" and turned his back on Jonathan, shutting the door.

"Of all the bloody cheek!" Jonathan mumbled, slurring all of his words together, "I wasn't even fully drunk yet. . ."

As he walked on toward the summer home of his sister and brother-in-law, Evelyn and Rick, he pulled a ruby necklace on a thick, golden chain out of his pocket and looked at it closely. The ruby was encased in a golden circle, which had on it words in Ancient Egyptian.

I'm sure you're wondering where this necklace came from, but it really isn't that hard to figure out, since it is in fact Jonathan who has it. But, just incase you really don't know, he pick-pocketed it off of an old Arabic merchant while he was in the bar, which had in fact started the brawl in the first place.

He was trying to make it out, but because of his rustiness on the language added with his half drunkenness, he couldn't.

He reached the home quickly, and surprisingly without being mugged, because it was only about two blocks down from the bar. (*A/N*-Okay, so the house really wouldn't have been just 2 blocks away from the bar, but who cares?)

He snuck in quietly, as to not wake anyone-especially Evie-and threw himself into his bed, planning on showing the necklace to Evie in the morning to see if it was worth much.


The next day, when he awoke at around 1: 00 in the afternoon, Jonathan remembered his little treasure that he had "found" the night before and went in search for Evie to tell her about it.

"Good morning all!" Jonathan sounded cheerily when he found an irritated Alex washing the dishes (*A/N* Don't you HATE doing the dishes too?), a bored Emily coloring on some paper (Emily is Rick and Evie's 3 yr old daughter, incase u didn't read the disclaimer), and Rick, who was polishing his guns, in the kitchen.

"Unc Jon!" Emily called, running over to her uncle, who picked her up.

"Good Afternoon, Jonathan," answered Rick, "You missed morning by about three hours."

"Ah, well. Just as well. I'm sure I didn't miss much." Jonathan answered, judging by the faces in the room. "So, how are you, my favorite niece in the whole world?"

Emily giggled and squirmed to be put down, which Jonathan did and then watched her run back over to her coloring.

"You're in an awfully good mood this morning, Jonathan. That's weird, considering your little outing last night."

"Hmm? Oh, yes, yes. I decided that it was best I get home before I got drunk is all!" Jonathan answered.

Rick gave his brother-in-law an all too priceless side-ways glance. "You got thrown out didn't ya?"


"Thought so." He smirked slightly.

"Where's Evie?" Jonathan questioned.

At this, everyone in he room could hear Alex mumbling something under his breath about "mum" and "dumb dishes".

"Alex! You've been awfully quiet this morning!" Jonathan said. "You didn't even tell me hello."

Alex glanced at his uncle. "Hey," he said, and then went back to his task at hand.

Jonathan gave Rick a questioning look which was answered by, "He wanted to go out with his friends and Evie made him do the dishes." Rick didn't seem to care much about this fact.

"I see." Jonathan walked over to his nephew. "Well, chin up," he said as he bucked Alex under the chin with his hand.

"Right, Uncle Jon. Chin up." Alex answered, nodding slowly while rolling his eyes.

"Well, where is she?" Jonathan asked again.

"You know she works at the Cairo Museum during the summer, Jonathan." Said Rick.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, right. Well, I better be off then!"

"And where are you going?" Rick asked, just out of curiosity, although he didn't really care.

"To see my dear ol' sister of coarse! That's why I asked." He answered while heading out to his car.


At the museum, he found his sister at her desk working on something or another. She had become head of the Egyptian department there for the summers, which by the way Rick objected to, and was usually quite busy. She didn't even notice him when he had come in until he placed the necklace on her desk.

"Wha-Oh, Jonathan." She looked up then. "Hello."

"Hello, sweet baby sister!" He said as he sat down on her desk in front of her.

"What do you need, Jonathan?" She asked, knowing all too well that he did indeed need something.

"Nothing, Evie. I just came to grace you with my presence!"

At this she simply stared at him, one eyebrow arched.

"Okay, really. That necklace there. Could you maybe give me some money for it? You know, so that it could go into the museum?"

"Honestly, Jonathan. Just because I'm the head of the department doesn't mean I can just give you m-"

"Please, Evie," she was cut off. "Just take a look at it."

"Oh, alright. Now, where did you get it?" She asked, picking it up and looking at it.

"I got it from a dig down in. . .uh. . .Thebes." He stammered out.

Evie arched an eyebrow at him again. This look was one that Jonathan knew all too well.

"Oh, all right, all right! I um. . . well, a man at the bar, he uh, gave it to me!"

"Jonathan. . ."

"Well, I took it from him! What difference does it make?"

"It makes a big difference, Jonathan! You'd think that you'd learned your lesson!"

"Oh, come on Evie. It's not like he wasn't rich enough already, being a merchant and all. Me on the other hand, well, I just bum off of you and Rick all the time. . ."

She glanced at him strangely again and then looked back at the jewel in her hand.

"It says something in Egyptian just there." He pointed it out. "I couldn't make it out."

"Hmm. . .It's obviously very old. Some of the hieroglyphics on it have been scratched off."

"Can you make out anything it says?" Jonathan asked eagerly.

"Hmm. . .yes. Something something paruseway something something hountuee something something jilhuy."

"And what that means?"

"It says something about luck, possession, and eternity. But, the rest, I can't decipher."

"Oh. Is it worth anything?"

"I don't think so, Jonathan. Not anything for the museum to put on display anyhow. It would be worth something on the streets, of coarse. But not here."

"Ah. Okay, well, I'll just-" He was cut off by a tall, blonde beauty coming in through Evie's door with a very heavy box.

"Where do you want it, Mrs. O'Connell?" She asked.

"Oh, just here on the floor by the bookcase is fine. Thank you." Evelyn answered pointing to the place, now going back to her previous work.

"Oh, my dear madam, do you need some assistance?" Jonathan asked her, walking over to her and taking the box out of her hands with faked ease. Evelyn rolled her eyes, not even looking up at her brother.

"Yes, thank you." The woman smiled. Jonathan wasn't usually the librarian girl type, but for her, he was willing to make an exception.

"Is there anything else I can help you with, madam?" Jonathan asked after putting the box down.

"Well, there are some more boxes in the storage room that need moving and I could use a strong man such as yourself to help me with them." She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously and Jonathan realized that she was nothing like his sister in any way.

"Of coarse!" He answered, offering her his arm which she gladly took as they walked out of Evie's office, shutting the door behind them.

Evie sighed relief when she looked up to find them gone. Then she spotted Jonathan's necklace on her desk. "Jonathan!" She called loudly, "You forgot your-oh, never mind." She picked it up and looked at it. "Hmm. . .he'll just have to come back and get it when he remembers. It's quite pretty, actually, and I think I'll just keep it for him until he does." She smiled, putting it on and starting off toward the library.


Okay, all! That's it for now! Please R&R and tell me if you like it! It's not much now, but I promise it WILL get much better! No flames, please, unless they are nice and constructive! I'll try to update soon! Thanx!