Summery: The accidental re-birth of one of Imohtep's priest's, means Evelyn's life is once again threatened. Does the secret to defeating him lie in Rick's previous life? Set after the second film.
Rating: pg, for now, although likely to go up.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. (No matter how much I wish) They've never belonged to me, and I don't make any money from them. (Damn!)
Acknowledgements: ok, ok so it's not my Oscars speech, (yet!) but I would like to thank my boyfriend for supporting me in everything I do, and my wonderful beta reader for well, being a wonderful beta reader! (You know who you are Nakhti!)
I hope you enjoy this story please fell free to leave me any suggestions for what your like to see happen, and importantly whether you liked it or not. I adore receiving feedback! It keeps the tired cogs of my brain working. Lol
Dream another dream.
Rick walked down the corridor, his eyes wide with wonderment. He had been in a lot of Egyptian temples, but he had never seen one like this; the torches on the walls glowed brightly, so that there was practically no need for the one he was holding, and the floor's smooth marble was so polished he could have seen an unrecognisable reflection in it, had he looked. The walls were painted in brilliant gold with hieroglyphs that seemed almost alive. He didn't know where he was going but his feet lead him forward, almost as if he was a passenger in his own body.
He felt nervous but he didn't know why, and there was a great sadness in his heart that was very worrying. As he neared the end of the empty corridor, Rick's eyes identified two large men standing either side of a large door. Worried, he went to move for his guns but he couldn't get his arms to move. As his feet took him nearer, unable to do much else he studied the two men, who stood statue still. They both wore ancient Egyptian dress, with sandaled feet and relatively simple headdresses. Each carried a very large scimitar strapped to his waist.
As Rick approached, the man on the left nodded to him slightly and then moved out of the way. Reaching out, Rick opened the door and his feet took him in.
The guarded room was even more elaborate than the corridor outside; the sparkling gold walls were adorned with many precious stones, and at the centre of the large room was a large four poster bed. The opaque curtains around all four sides were closed but from where he stood Rick could see the delicate outline of someone lying there. Slowly he moved across the room and pulled the curtain aside. The princess was turned away from him, but he could see her convulsing ever so gently, and he could almost hear the tears running down her face. Although Rick did not know what to do, he moved quickly and instinctively. He knelt down next to the bed and lowered his eyes involuntarily.
Slowly the princess began to roll over, and as she did Rick gasped silently. An elaborate headdress sat albeit crookedly on her straight dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders. This framed her beautiful face, which was stained with a mixture of the dark makeup that had once framed her eyes, and her own tears that ran free. Although he wasn't aware of knowing this woman her face was that of someone he loved greatly.
"Oh, Menka," she cried in a language that Rick did not understand, and threw her self into his arms. Once there she began to cry more forcefully.
Holding her tight, Rick began to stroke her hair in an effort to calm her down.
"Nefertiri," he heard himself whisper in a voice he did not recognise.
Sitting up in bed sharply, Rick O'Connell gasped for breath. He was sweating profoundly and his heart was racing; he had been dreaming.
Evelyn rolled over as she felt her husband move.
"Are you ok?" she asked sleepily.
Rick was far from it.
"Yeah," he lied, "go back to sleep. I'm just getting a drink."
Satisfied Evelyn rolled back over as Rick slid out from beneath the silk comforter and planted his feet on the floor. Their bedroom was pitch-black, thanks to the large velvet curtains that hung at the windows, but having lived at the large country mansion for longer than he had lived any where before in his life, Rick knew the room like the back of his hand. Getting to his feet he walked around the end of the four-poster bed and headed towards the door.
As he reached the balcony of the hall, he paused. The dream had disturbed him greatly, so much so that his heart was still pounding. Ancient Egypt was supposed to be Evelyn's thing. Sure he had always accompanied her on all of her digs, but there was no reason to start dreaming about it. What worried him most, however, was the presence of princess Nefertiri. Last year they had discovered that Evie was the reincarnation of the ancient princess and although he hadn't believed it at first, he had been subjected to some pretty convincing arguments. Walking down the stairs, Rick could not shake off the discomfort that he was feeling. As he passed one of the hall tables, he picked up the letter there and began to look at it as he continued into the kitchen.
Sitting at the large table in the kitchen with a glass of water in front of him, Rick studied the letter by the moonlight, and although he could not read a single word of the curvaceous Arabic writing, he knew exactly what it said. As he stared at the letter he wondered whether it was responsible for the dream he had just had.
The letter was an invitation from the Med-jai leader Ardeth Bey- he had written to ask Evelyn to return to Egypt. Apparently one of the Medjai had found a necklace that Ardeth believed Evelyn would be interested in seeing. There was, however, a part of the letter that Rick didn't know about- the section where Ardeth expressed his belief to Evie that the necklace was connected with Imhotep.
Rick had been hesitant about accepting the invitation, even without the information Evelyn had withheld. But eventually, as ever, Rick had allowed his wife to talk him around, and they were due to leave tomorrow morning. Their bags were packed, and Alex was safely at school for the next couple of months. There really should have been nothing to worry the adventurer.
Nevertheless Rick sat in his large country kitchen and stared at the tattoo on the back of his hand- it was almost as if he could feel the mark on his skin. Ardeth had explained to him that the tattoo symbolised Rick's own Medjai calling, and once again after overwhelming evidence Rick had been forced to believe. As he sat in the dark Rick began to think about his dream, and hope that that was all it was; a dream.
"Are you nervous?" A voice suddenly broke into his concentration, and he span around in the chair to see were it had come from.
Evelyn stood in the doorway to the kitchen and shivered just slightly, as a cold draught penetrated the light fabric of her nightgown. She watched as her husband jumped, and found her concern growing. She knew that he had lied earlier, when he had woken and told her he was ok. Something was obviously bothering him, it had been a while since she had seen him so jumpy.
"Nervous?" Rick laughed falsely. "What do I have to be nervous about? I mean we're only going to visit Egypt and meet with our friendly Medjai- the guy who, every time we see him, someone or something tries to take you away from me. I can see no reason to be worried, no reason at all."
"Rick," Evelyn soothed as she crossed to him, touching his shoulder for a minute as she rounded his chair and sat in the one next to him. "Nothing's going to happen."
"Of course not," Rick nodded as he turned to face her, "because nothing ever happens to us, does it?"
Evelyn sighed a little and tilted her head. "Yes," she admitted, "things do happen, but we're still here, aren't we?"
Rick tilted his head the same way. "Yes" he replied, "but that doesn't mean I want to risk it again. You mean too much to me. I..."
"Honey," Evie interrupted, and looked deep into his blue eyes. "Nothing is going to happen." Although her voice was firm she was trying to convince herself as much as Rick. She had her own fears, centred mainly on the information that she was keeping from him.
Rick stared firmly back into her deep brown eyes. He wasn't convinced. He knew her as well as she knew him, and he could see something was up, but as he watched her shiver again, he realised now was not the right time to question her on it.
"Maybe we shouldn't go?" he suggested half-heartedly, and with a small grin; he knew what was coming next.
"But I want to," Evelyn whined and stuck out her bottom lip, knowing he was now teasing her.
Rick smiled and reached out to pull her into his arms and onto his lap. He loved her persuasive voice. "Oh yeah?" he asked as all thoughts of his dream, and the letter on the table, disappeared from his head. "How much?"
Evelyn giggled gently as she squirmed in his tight grasp. "About as much as I can," she answered ambiguously. As she had been talking Rick had started kissing the back of her bare neck, which he suddenly stopped doing.
"I'm still not sure," he teased.
"Rick!" Evelyn complained loudly, partly because she knew he was serious, and partly because he had stopped his activities. Standing up in mock anger she put her hands on her hips. "How dare you question my integrity! What exactly, may I ask, do I have to do to convince you?"
Turning Evie watched as Ricks grin, and eyes widened simultaneously, his face said it all.
Suddenly the outside kitchen door banged open noisily, and in stumbled Jonathan, his drunken grin disappearing as he realised the kitchen wasn't empty.
"Whoops," he exclaimed cheerfully and grinned at them.
"Jonathan!" Evie admonished, partly in surprise, and without removing her hands from her hips.
Looking from Evie to Rick and back again, Jonathan noted their serious looks and suddenly stood up straight. "Has something happened?" he asked, concerned.
"Not yet," Rick replied with a half-smile as he stood up and moved close to Evelyn. With a sudden movement he picked Evie up, and continued, "But we were just going to bed."
"Rick!" Evelyn gasped in surprise as her feet left the ground, but she protested no further, as Rick strode out of the kitchen.
Jonathan shook his head as he watched the pair disappear.
"I really should get my own house one of these days," he muttered as he grabbed Ricks water and followed them in to the hallway. "Hey!" he exclaimed loudly, however, as he got there and almost fell over one of the packed trunks stacked by the door. "Are we going somewhere?"
Already on the landing, Rick looked down over the banister at him. "Egypt," he replied simply. "We leave tomorrow."
Groaning, Jonathan shouted back, "Is that wise?"
Dismayed by everyone's negative attitude, Evelyn answered before Rick had the chance. "Yes!" she replied firmly from her husbands arms, "Nothing is going to happen."
"We'll see about that," Rick whispered to her as they disappeared into their bedroom.
Standing in the large hall, Jonathan sighed as he realised that none of the bags packed were his. "Well you're not getting rid of me that easily," he muttered to himself as he ran up the stairs and towards his own bedroom. "I could do with a holiday."
A/N: Come on people I know you're out there, so what did you think?