The Mummy is not mine. It belongs to Stephen Sommers and Universal Pictures.
This story takes place after the end of The Mummy.
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It was very much like their last return to Fort Brydon, except that there was no threat of Imhotep coming back this time.
O'Connell, Evelyn and Jonathan had traveled back to Cairo after Hamanaptra had been reduced to rubble and Imhotep had been sent back to the underworld with an incantation from the Book of Aman-Ra and a thrust of a sword.
It wasn't that hair-raising adventure they'd had that troubled Evelyn. But after they had left the remains of Hamanaptra behind, O'Connell hadn't said another word to her all the way back to the fort and she was at a loss as to why. She'd heard how harrowing experiences could get people to do things they wouldn't ordinarily do and maybe this was one of those times. They had barely escaped with their lives when Hamanaptra had collapsed and it was immense relief that had gotten him to do something so impetuous.
At least that's what Evelyn kept telling herself because she was hurt and confused.
When they had returned early that morning, the first thing she did when she got back to her room was sleep. She had wanted to clean up because she had had a thick coat of dust all over her body and sand in places that she didn't even want to think about and there was a very nice shower bath in her room. But she was so exhausted from the whole adventure that she'd collapsed on the bed and slept the rest of the day away.
When she finally woke, it was late afternoon and felt as though she'd been thrown in a dustbin. That nasty feeling got her off the bed and into the bathroom.
She turned the water on in the shower bath as hot as she could stand and then stood for awhile under the hard spray before she finally washed her hair. Before the water had begun to cool she scrubbed the dirt and sand away and when she was finished, stepped out and dressed. She toweled her hair and had begun to brush it out when there was a knock at her bedroom door. It was more than a little surprising to see Rick O'Connell standing there when she opened it.
She looked out and saw that the front door to the quarters she shared with her brother was open and Jonathan was nowhere to be found.
O'Connell seemed to read her thoughts and had the grace to look a little self-conscious. "He...He said he had something to do and he'd be back."
"What are you doing here?" She frowned at him and kept brushing her hair.
He cleared his throat. "I was out of line the other day. I'd already taken you by surprise once and I shouldn't have done it again."
He regretted kissing her.
"There is no need to apologize Mr. O'Connell. I've forgotten all about it." She didn't like fibbing, but she wasn't going to let him know how she felt about his admission.
"Evelyn, I didn't say I was sorry I did it." He seemed irritated by her comment. "All I said was that I shouldn't have taken you by surprise."
The look of sincerity on his face got her to put the brush down on the table and she sighed. "I was there remember? And you most certainly did not take me by surprise."
"You're just so different from most of the women I've known." He admitted.
"And just how many women have you known?" Evelyn asked as she put her hands on her hips.
That got him to smile. "If I didn't know better, I 'd say that you were just a little jealous."
"Don't be absurd Mr. O'Connell because I most certainly am not."
He stepped into the room and approached her. "That's good because there's no reason for you to be."
She backed up and found herself stopped by the bedpost and he kept approaching. "By the way, why did you kiss me again?"
"Because I wanted to. And if you hadn't been drinking so much that night, you would have kissed me."
Oh, God! It hadn't been a dream!
He grinned at her again. "I see you remember that now."
"The last thing I remember was you showing me how to throw a right hook. It's all a blur after that." Evelyn admitted and she was absolutely mortified.
"You got upset with me because I didn't understand why you were there." He explained to her. "You showed me the locket with the pictures of your parents and told me you had Egypt in your blood."
It was coming back to her now.
"And I said that I was going to kiss you." She said, as her face grew warm.
He nodded. "I told you to call me Rick and just before you kissed me, you passed out." His grin softened to a smile. "I was a little disappointed."
"I'm sorry."
He grasped her upper arms gently and pulled her toward him. "Don't apologize Evelyn. Because I still got to kiss you." And he leaned toward her.
"I say old mum, are you all right?" Jonathan called as he walked in to their quarters, effectively stopping a kiss Evelyn knew was coming. "I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up."
They looked at each other for a moment and sighed in unison. "Jonathan."
"Eh O'Connell, thought I'd find you in here." He smiled at the pair.
"Jonathan." Evelyn chastised him.
"Come now Evie, you know I didn't mean it like that. Just thought O'Connell here would join us for a spot of tea downstairs."
"Tea?" He looked at Jonathan.
"Well, I can't leave you two without a chaperon now can I?"
"Oh Jonathan, really." Evelyn frowned.
O'Connell let her go and smiled. "You finish whatever it is you were doing and I'll go downstairs with your brother." And he headed to the door.
"Don't take too long Evie, don't want the tea to get cold." He told her with a smile before he followed O'Connell out the door and closed it behind him.
She smiled to herself as she picked up her hairbrush and began brushing again. This would be something to see, Rick O'Connell having tea.