Title: The Beginning... Again?
Rating: prolly PG / PG-13. some swearing...
Spoilers: None.
Summary: In the middle of a thunderstorm, time and space warp themselves around a woman and lead her to possibly the greatest choice of her life.
Disclaimers: As with all FICs, I don't own Ardeth Bay or any characters or places from The Mummy movies. I do, however, own Leigh Crawford, Hamid and the other original characters. Read and Review Please! I love reading the reviews good and bad! This one is a variation on my normal FICs. Usually I stick with the UC: Undercover FICs, but when this one hit me sitting in line at Taco Bell I knew it was the one to write!! ~LOL~ See, I told you inspiration hits me in the damnedest places.
- AUTHOR's NOTE -
I'm also posting this on another site, so if the chapters over lap, I'm sorry. It takes a while, but The Man in black makes an eventual appearance!!
Cheers!
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Leigh Crawford was 'round the bend. Her boss had chewed her out royally for a mistake that wasn't hers, her clients had been calling and screaming at her for something she had no control over and to add insult to injury, her boyfriend of 2 years had dumped her in a voicemail while she was out to lunch. After she heard the message, she broke down in tears and ran out of the office. She had sat in her car for two hours behind a traffic jam caused by an overturned semi-tanker that had spilled gasoline all over the highway while pretty young things in newer, more expensive cars continually cut her off as she tried to change lanes and exit the highway to take the backroads.
The only solace she found was the bottle of blackberry wine that waited for her in her fridge and the pack of smokes her now ex-boyfriend had left in her car. First order of business once she got home was getting comfortable - which meant getting out of the suit and into her pajamas. Slamming first her front door, then the bathroom door, Leigh proceeded to bawl her eyes out while sitting on the bathroom floor. She didn't want to look in the mirror, she knew what she'd see. A 28-year-old woman with no life except her work and a black cat named Nicodemus; a woman who was 6'0 tall, straight dark brown hair that fell to her waist, brown eyes, a nose ring that managed to piss her boss off every time she wore it to work, roughly 20 more pounds than she should be weighing and a tattoo across the small of her back, her 28th birthday gift to herself.
"Suck it up girlfriend." she sighed. How long had she been on the floor of the bathroom? Long enough to make her back and legs ache, that was for sure. Leigh groaned and slowly stood up. Without even bothering to look in the mirror, she washed the make-up off and proceeded to walk through the small townhouse and strip down to nothing. On her way by the office, she stopped in mid-strip to turn on the computer system that sat on the desk. Continuing on to her bedroom, Nicodemus began twining himself in and out between her feet as she walked. More than once she stumbled over him.
"Damn it, Nico! Quit that and let me get dressed! I'll feed you as soon as I can!" By the time the computer was fully booted and had run its virus scan, she was back and completely redressed in a pair of baggy knit pajama pants and a ratty old t-shirt that was so soft it felt like silk against her skin. Nicodemus was purring contentedly as he ate his food in the kitchen a few short feet from the second bedroom, which had been converted into her office away from the office.
Leigh spent the remainder of the afternoon scanning through her emails, goblet of wine in hand. She didn't want to deal with the world outside of her little hole in the city. She picked up the DVD "The Mummy" and slid it into player on her computer. She hit 'play' and click by click she jacked up the volume until she couldn't hear the cars whizzing by on the highway behind her.
After she was finished with her emails and IMs, she flipped her system over and fired up the new "TombRaider" computer game, "The Mummy" still running in the background. After a while, she became vaguely aware of the weather alarm blinking in the tray at the bottom of her monitor. Groaning again, she clicked the icon and watched as the box came up with the tickertape scrolling across the top of it warning the subscribers of a thunderstorm coming hard and fast.. "The following counties are under a severe thunderstorm warning until midnight tonight..." The ticker rattled off counties alphabetically until she saw hers.
"Great. Another wonderful night of storms and no sleep. What else could go wrong?"
As if to punctuate that thought, a horrific clap of thunder split the air and echoed in her brain. As quickly as she could, she saved what she'd been working on and then proceeded to shut down her programs. She turned towards the back window to see lightning strikes repeatedly hit the ground as if to compete with the booming of her television and movie. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, shut down already..." she urged the suddenly slow system. It had frozen in shut down mode and it wasn't responding to the old "three fingered salute" either. Cussing loudly, Leigh ducked down under the desk and reached for the plug. Just then another clap of thunder hit in time with a strike of lightning. Nicodemus wailed in protest and leapt onto her rear end, digging his claws into her backside. Leigh screeched in shock just as her hand closed over the plug. The lightening strike had hit the roof of her townhouse and electrified everything. When her fingers closed over the power plug, an arc of electricity jolted down her body at the same time it traveled up the power cord to the computer. In another scream, Leigh jerked her hand loose, whacking her head against the bottom of the desk.
Blissful black followed her all the way down...
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Rating: prolly PG / PG-13. some swearing...
Spoilers: None.
Summary: In the middle of a thunderstorm, time and space warp themselves around a woman and lead her to possibly the greatest choice of her life.
Disclaimers: As with all FICs, I don't own Ardeth Bay or any characters or places from The Mummy movies. I do, however, own Leigh Crawford, Hamid and the other original characters. Read and Review Please! I love reading the reviews good and bad! This one is a variation on my normal FICs. Usually I stick with the UC: Undercover FICs, but when this one hit me sitting in line at Taco Bell I knew it was the one to write!! ~LOL~ See, I told you inspiration hits me in the damnedest places.
- AUTHOR's NOTE -
I'm also posting this on another site, so if the chapters over lap, I'm sorry. It takes a while, but The Man in black makes an eventual appearance!!
Cheers!
****
Leigh Crawford was 'round the bend. Her boss had chewed her out royally for a mistake that wasn't hers, her clients had been calling and screaming at her for something she had no control over and to add insult to injury, her boyfriend of 2 years had dumped her in a voicemail while she was out to lunch. After she heard the message, she broke down in tears and ran out of the office. She had sat in her car for two hours behind a traffic jam caused by an overturned semi-tanker that had spilled gasoline all over the highway while pretty young things in newer, more expensive cars continually cut her off as she tried to change lanes and exit the highway to take the backroads.
The only solace she found was the bottle of blackberry wine that waited for her in her fridge and the pack of smokes her now ex-boyfriend had left in her car. First order of business once she got home was getting comfortable - which meant getting out of the suit and into her pajamas. Slamming first her front door, then the bathroom door, Leigh proceeded to bawl her eyes out while sitting on the bathroom floor. She didn't want to look in the mirror, she knew what she'd see. A 28-year-old woman with no life except her work and a black cat named Nicodemus; a woman who was 6'0 tall, straight dark brown hair that fell to her waist, brown eyes, a nose ring that managed to piss her boss off every time she wore it to work, roughly 20 more pounds than she should be weighing and a tattoo across the small of her back, her 28th birthday gift to herself.
"Suck it up girlfriend." she sighed. How long had she been on the floor of the bathroom? Long enough to make her back and legs ache, that was for sure. Leigh groaned and slowly stood up. Without even bothering to look in the mirror, she washed the make-up off and proceeded to walk through the small townhouse and strip down to nothing. On her way by the office, she stopped in mid-strip to turn on the computer system that sat on the desk. Continuing on to her bedroom, Nicodemus began twining himself in and out between her feet as she walked. More than once she stumbled over him.
"Damn it, Nico! Quit that and let me get dressed! I'll feed you as soon as I can!" By the time the computer was fully booted and had run its virus scan, she was back and completely redressed in a pair of baggy knit pajama pants and a ratty old t-shirt that was so soft it felt like silk against her skin. Nicodemus was purring contentedly as he ate his food in the kitchen a few short feet from the second bedroom, which had been converted into her office away from the office.
Leigh spent the remainder of the afternoon scanning through her emails, goblet of wine in hand. She didn't want to deal with the world outside of her little hole in the city. She picked up the DVD "The Mummy" and slid it into player on her computer. She hit 'play' and click by click she jacked up the volume until she couldn't hear the cars whizzing by on the highway behind her.
After she was finished with her emails and IMs, she flipped her system over and fired up the new "TombRaider" computer game, "The Mummy" still running in the background. After a while, she became vaguely aware of the weather alarm blinking in the tray at the bottom of her monitor. Groaning again, she clicked the icon and watched as the box came up with the tickertape scrolling across the top of it warning the subscribers of a thunderstorm coming hard and fast.. "The following counties are under a severe thunderstorm warning until midnight tonight..." The ticker rattled off counties alphabetically until she saw hers.
"Great. Another wonderful night of storms and no sleep. What else could go wrong?"
As if to punctuate that thought, a horrific clap of thunder split the air and echoed in her brain. As quickly as she could, she saved what she'd been working on and then proceeded to shut down her programs. She turned towards the back window to see lightning strikes repeatedly hit the ground as if to compete with the booming of her television and movie. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, shut down already..." she urged the suddenly slow system. It had frozen in shut down mode and it wasn't responding to the old "three fingered salute" either. Cussing loudly, Leigh ducked down under the desk and reached for the plug. Just then another clap of thunder hit in time with a strike of lightning. Nicodemus wailed in protest and leapt onto her rear end, digging his claws into her backside. Leigh screeched in shock just as her hand closed over the plug. The lightening strike had hit the roof of her townhouse and electrified everything. When her fingers closed over the power plug, an arc of electricity jolted down her body at the same time it traveled up the power cord to the computer. In another scream, Leigh jerked her hand loose, whacking her head against the bottom of the desk.
Blissful black followed her all the way down...
****