Pretenses
A Mummy fanfic by Blue Rose
Evelyn paced absently around the small cabin of the ship, her thoughts seemed scattered about in messy heaps; rather like that mess she left at the library before she left for the legendary Hamunaptra. Despite all the excitement, her thoughts centered around one particular individual.
"I simply can't believe him!" She thought. "That man is more aggravating than a drunken camel! Who does he think he is to just a kiss a woman he does not even know because 'it seemed like a good idea at the time!'
"He calls himself O'Connell. Rick O'Connell. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was some sort of pseudonym or alias. O'Connell seems to think that it is perfectly aceptable to kiss a complete stranger because he is about to be hanged. Even near-death experiences are no excues for such crude behaviour."
Evie walked towards the table and picked up a book by George Benbridge, founder of the Benbridge scholars, an organization she so longed to be a part of. In the Benbridge scholars, men certainly did not go around kissing strangers and saving lives the way Rick O'Connell did.
Her thoughts continued, "It's not as though I've never been kissed before. There have been lots of times, I just can't seem to remember any quite like this. I am certain that they were better kisses, too. Take that, O'Connell.
"It *was* a pretty good kiss, though.
"Oooh!" Evie said aloud, trying desperately to concentrate on the history of Settee the First and less on O'Connell. "Why even bother thinking about it?" She thought, clearly frustrated. "I'm not some schoolgirl, ruled by hormones. Just because some slightly, all right more than slightly, good-looking man who happens to know a bit about archeology kisses me does not mean I have to go and get ideas about Rick, I mean Mr. O'Connell, and myself.
"After all, I am but to him a contract. All he is to me is a chance to find one of the most famous books of the ancient world.
Evie tossed the book aside, clearly she wasn't getting any reading done. She pictured Rick this morning at Giza Port in Cairo. He looked considerably better than on their first meeting. The haircut and change of clothes did wonders for his appearance. She figured he must not set a great store by first impressions. Ah, well, it was no skin off her nose, as Jonathan would say. Except Jonathan would not use the word "nose." Even he liked O'Connell; Jonathan even let him "borrow" money during one of their frequent poker games.
"Why do I have to keep telling myself it doesn't matter?" She thought, "I'll have to do something about this whole business." Evie picked up a brush and began sweeping it softly across her dark curly hair. "I could start with convincing myself that kiss meant nothing."
"It *was* a pretty good kiss, though."
A Mummy fanfic by Blue Rose
Evelyn paced absently around the small cabin of the ship, her thoughts seemed scattered about in messy heaps; rather like that mess she left at the library before she left for the legendary Hamunaptra. Despite all the excitement, her thoughts centered around one particular individual.
"I simply can't believe him!" She thought. "That man is more aggravating than a drunken camel! Who does he think he is to just a kiss a woman he does not even know because 'it seemed like a good idea at the time!'
"He calls himself O'Connell. Rick O'Connell. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was some sort of pseudonym or alias. O'Connell seems to think that it is perfectly aceptable to kiss a complete stranger because he is about to be hanged. Even near-death experiences are no excues for such crude behaviour."
Evie walked towards the table and picked up a book by George Benbridge, founder of the Benbridge scholars, an organization she so longed to be a part of. In the Benbridge scholars, men certainly did not go around kissing strangers and saving lives the way Rick O'Connell did.
Her thoughts continued, "It's not as though I've never been kissed before. There have been lots of times, I just can't seem to remember any quite like this. I am certain that they were better kisses, too. Take that, O'Connell.
"It *was* a pretty good kiss, though.
"Oooh!" Evie said aloud, trying desperately to concentrate on the history of Settee the First and less on O'Connell. "Why even bother thinking about it?" She thought, clearly frustrated. "I'm not some schoolgirl, ruled by hormones. Just because some slightly, all right more than slightly, good-looking man who happens to know a bit about archeology kisses me does not mean I have to go and get ideas about Rick, I mean Mr. O'Connell, and myself.
"After all, I am but to him a contract. All he is to me is a chance to find one of the most famous books of the ancient world.
Evie tossed the book aside, clearly she wasn't getting any reading done. She pictured Rick this morning at Giza Port in Cairo. He looked considerably better than on their first meeting. The haircut and change of clothes did wonders for his appearance. She figured he must not set a great store by first impressions. Ah, well, it was no skin off her nose, as Jonathan would say. Except Jonathan would not use the word "nose." Even he liked O'Connell; Jonathan even let him "borrow" money during one of their frequent poker games.
"Why do I have to keep telling myself it doesn't matter?" She thought, "I'll have to do something about this whole business." Evie picked up a brush and began sweeping it softly across her dark curly hair. "I could start with convincing myself that kiss meant nothing."
"It *was* a pretty good kiss, though."