Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to The Mummy/ The Mummy returns franchise. I do, however, own my original character(s). This story will be rated M, to avoid all future hassle. I'm sure my scandalous mind will be creating some adult situations with a certain Medjai. Also, while I'm fascinated with Egypt, both past and present, I am no expert. If something is inaccurate, please kindly let me know. I may or may not be making up some of my own legends…I'm playing it my ear, so to speak. Thank you for reading.
Also, to avoid confusion, this is set between TM and TMR. I may not even touch anything that happens in the movies, except to use them as a memory. Also, I'm having Rick have a sister. Yes, I know, over played...BUT I think this will be different than what you're expecting.
Of course the day I'm scheduled to be off is the day all hell breaks loose in my apartment. First I got rudely awoken by my window shattering in the middle of the night. I live above the bar I work at in the evenings. Two floors above it, actually. I guess a brawl got a little out of hand and items were thrown. Into my window, to be precise. Then, several hours later when the sun came shining though said window, I had again woke up to find my water wasn't working. A pipe had burst in the bar, so the landlord had the water shut off. Of course, on the day I had a meeting at the British Museum in Cairo. Apparently someone had seen my brother there recently, according to one of my regulars at the bar. I tried to tell the guy that my brother had been hanged and they probably saw the wrong guy. The man told me that he only knew of two Americans living in Cairo, me and my brother and who he saw was definitely my brother. Well, I suppose the man did have a point. What could it hurt to just see for myself? After all, I did see Ricks empty jail cell the day he was set to be hanged.
Maybe this empty lead will provide me with the closure I've been looking for. It's been long enough, after all. Or maybe it hasn't. I haven't seen my brother in about four years. He left three days after my 21st birthday to join the Legion. I begged and pleaded with him not to go, but he insisted that he needed to join to take care of me. That soon enough some suitors would come along and he would have to provide a dowry, one that didn't involve booze and ammunition. I still argued about that though. I had my brother, and that's all I needed. If who I fell in love with expected more from me than my love in return, well to hell with him! Rick went anyway. I heard that he made it back into town a few years later. When I got word from one of my…companions what bar he was at, I ran as fast as I could. Apparently all of the training that I had been doing since Rick left didn't pay off. I missed him by ten minutes. He had gotten into a fight at the bar over some trinket. The next thing I knew he was in jail, and sentenced to be hanged. I tried to go to see him. Oh, every single day I tired. The guards told me that since I was a woman and an unaccompanied woman at that, that I was not permitted entry.
So today I decided to check out this man's story. If my brother had miraculously escaped prison, unscathed and was truly alive, I was going to kill him myself. I mean, really. Who leaves their ONLY flesh and blood to live alone thinking that they were dead? If Richard O'Connell thinks that man is him, then boy is he wrong. So, since the water is temporarily unavailable I pulled my long curly hair into a side bride. No use trying to tame it any other way. I did as best as I could with my makeup. Some light liner around my eyes and a few swipes of mascara. It's going to be hot anyways, as it always it this time of year. No use trying to use something that will just melt off. I pulled on some black pants, my favorite pair. They were form-fitting, but not skin tight. I could move comfortably in them, and hide my weapons with ease. I always take a blade or two with me anytime I leave the apartment. I've learned a lot in the time Rick has been gone, and to always have protection is key. I prefer hand to hand combat mostly, since that's what Rick had taught me growing up. Oh yes, I can shoot a gun with the best of them and hold my own with a sword. In a crowd though, I had always feared injuring more than my attacker. I keep the hand gun in a pack that I carry with me, just in case. I chose a royal blue top out of the trunk that keeps my clothes and a light, almost sheer sort of jacket to go over that. I try to look as drab as possible when in the streets, as to not draw attention to the fact that I'm by myself. I don't like the head coverings though, my hair is so thick I feel like anything that I wear on top of it chokes me. I stood back to admire my handy work in the long mirror that rests against the far wall by the door. Not too shabby. You can definitely see the resemblance between me and my brother. Both of us have dark hair, mine being a bit darker. Both of us have blue eyes, although mine do change color depending on the mood I'm in. Sometimes they're as clear as ice, other times they've looked almost green. Oh, I do miss him. He always protected me, even after he left the orphanage. You see, at a certain age you kind of grow out of the system, and he being three years older than I grew out of it sooner. Even still, he made sure to let me know that he would be there for me when I aged out. And he was for a few years, until that stupid legionnaire talked him into joining.
"Okay Stephanie, here goes nothing." Sometimes I need to give myself little pep talks. I realize that I probably look like a man woman, but it makes me feel a little less alone when I hear it. " Richard O'Connell, if you're out there I swear I'm going to find you."