"Something Wicked"

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mummy or any of the character created by Universal. I do own Rosie and this particular Plot Bunny.

Pairing: Alex/OC

Spoilers: Vague ones for The Tomb of the Dragon Emperor. Not sure about the first two. Probably a few mentions, but nothing too spoilery.

Timeline: Set after TDE.

Genre: Romance/Supernatural/Action/Adventure/AU-ish

Ch. 1

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The clock on the wall was unusually loud, as it ticked away. Rain pounded against the window of the classroom. The high school English class, full of, you guessed it, high school kids. The teacher, Rosie Bernstein, an aspiring fiction writer, sat at her desk. In a few minutes the bell would ring and they would be free for the winter holidays. But, the class had to get through their midterms first.

Rosie had long, light brown hair. It was kept in a bun to keep it from getting in her way. Behind her glasses, she had pale blue eyes. She had the simplest dress on that still displayed her womanly features quite well.

The bell finally rang. She stood up ready to receive the slew of papers, some unfinished or half-heartedly and quickly finished. The screech of chairs filled the classroom for a matter of moments. Her students dropped off their exam paper on her desk, politely bidding their teacher a good holiday.

When the last student left, Rosie slumped back in her chair with a sigh. She rested her head sleepily on her hand and closed her eyes. As much as she needed the break from her job, Rosie would be spending her Christmas holiday by herself.

A knock at the door made her open her eyes and slowly turned her head to the door.

Alex O' Connell stood in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe and grinning his charming smile at her.

"Alex!" She stood up excitedly, her energy renewed by his sudden appearance.

" Hey there Bernie!" he greeted her cheerfully.

She blushed at the childhood nickname.

"Or should I say 'Ms. Bernstein' now, eh?" he said.

Rosie made herself busy by straightening the exam papers and putting them in her briefcase. Alex walked over to her.

"How goes the novel?" he asked her.

"I've hit a bit of a block, to be honest," she told him truthfully. "How goes the treasure hunting? Resurrect any more mummies recently?"

Alex chuckled. "Depends on what you mean by recent," he said lightly.

"Yes, I heard about your latest adventure with your family in China," Rosie told him.

"You sound a bit jealous," He teased.

"Of what?" she asked in a high voice, throwing her hands on her hips. "Almost getting killed, several times, almost being frozen to death in the snow? I don't think so!"

"Sure you are. You dreamed of adventure once," Alex reminded her.

Rosie was now wiping off the chalkboard that was on the wall behind them.

"Not that I'm not thrilled to see you or anything. But why are you here, Alex?" Rosie said abruptly, sighing a bit.

"I may have found the tomb of Isis," Alex told her bluntly.

She dropped the damp cloth that she was using to clean the board and turned to face him.

"What? Really?" she asked shocked. She then said a little fiercely, "You better not be pulling my chain, Alex."

"I'm not. Honest," he said, stepping forward.

"Okay, how do you know that it's Isis' tomb and not some unnamed pharaoh?" She asked him.

Alex pulled out a black and white photograph. He passed it to her and watched her closely as she examined both items.

"That's the picture of the opening of the tomb. It matches perfectly to the medallion that your grandmother left you before she died," he informed her.

"So, what do you want me for?" she asked giving him back the picture.

Alex looked at her pointedly and grinned broadly.

To be continued . . .