Title: When It Rains
Rating: PG-13 - Language, Adult Content, Violence
Spoilers: The Mummy, The Mummy Returns
Disclaimer: Characters and past storylines are property of their original owners and creators. I own nothing, except in the case of the odd original character or two.
Author's Note: This is my first Mummy piece, which has been nagging me since I saw the second movie way back whenever it was that it first opened. (Premire screenings are the best). Anyway, I began writing it immediately after I saw The Mummy Returns, forgot about it, found it, when I cleaned my room, and decided to go with it, again. After careful deliberation, and much consideration over whether or not anyone would kill me over writing this story, I decided to post it. Here it is! I hope that you enjoy it!
Summary: A friend from Evelyn's past shows up at her door, making both Evelyn and Jonathan relive memories from their pasts. However, this friend is not the only individual from pasts best left forgotten to make a return.
Evelyn sighed, as she placed the book that she had been reading back on the shelf, right where she had found it. The tales of the book had been no help, whatsoever, and Evelyn was no closer to solving her latest mystery than she had been before she even knew about it. That particular thought was rather depressing, in her mind set.
Returning to the study, Evelyn stepped toward the large wooden desk, and picked up the source of her latest mystery. It was a necklace, silver, with small jewels covering an amulet that dangled from the chain. It was unlike any ancient artifact that Evelyn had ever seen, before. Had it not been found in an unmarked tomb in Cairo, she would have dismissed it as a fraud, a worthless trinket of the present. The fact that it had been discovered behind a clay wall, in a previously unexcavated pyramid, made Evelyn consider it as more than just a mere trinket. To make matters even more interesting, the necklace had been discovered in an otherwise empty canopic jar. The jar was the most puzzling piece of the mystery, as there was absolutely no record of the canopic jars ever having been used for anything except to hold the vital organs removed during mummification.
In light of the evidence before her, or lack there of, Evelyn had spent the last two weeks searching through books, old papers, and inquiring upon other Scholars, trying to find any and all information about the necklace that she possibly could. However, as it currently stood, there was just no information to be found.
With another sigh, Evelyn set the necklace back down, on to the desk, turned around, and stepped out of the room. Stopping before the railing, which sat just just across from the study entrance, Evelyn peered over the side, and looked down. From her position, she could easily see that no one else was around. Her vision, aided by the sunlight that streamed through the windows, gave Evelyn the sense of warmth, oddly enough, among her countless afternoons of work, and endless nights of unrest. It was a nice feeling, so peaceful, and so serene. Evelyn felt as though she could stay that way, in that exact position, for at least another four lifetimes. After all, if she could be a reincarnated Princess from Ancient Egypt, go on one adventure after another, find the man of her dreams, have a child, die, be resurrected, and fulfill an ancient prophecy along the way, she could certainly take five minutes to enjoy the sunshine.
Evelyn was about to pull herself away from her moment of serenity, and go back to her research, when there was a knock at the door. As she moved toward the stairs, Evelyn was interrupted.
"I'll get it!" came a voice, which scared Evelyn half to death. Looking back over the side of the railing, she found the source of the voice.
"Jonathan!" she screamed, as loud as she could, her voice lined with irritation.
Jonathan stopped, at hearing his voice. "What?" he asked, with a small, barely noticable shrug.
Evelyn sighed. "Nothing. Just answer the door, Jonathan."
Jonathan nodded, sighed, and returned to task at hand.
Turning back, toward her vast collection of books, Evelyn headed for one of the many bookcases that lined the walls opposite the balcony. As she searched out a particular title, one that had just struck her mind, Evelyn heard the front door open, followed by a feminen voice.
"Is this 815 Loughlan Lane?"
The voice made Evelyn's jaw drop. She recognized it, she knew it, all too well, but, it wasn't possible. The two had not spoken in years. It just couldn't be - .
"Michelle!" came the sound of Jonathan's voice, his tone comprised half of shock, and half of what Evelyn thought to be joy. However, she did not care what her brother was feeling, at the moment.
Without a second's hesitation, Evelyn ran across the balcony, and down the staircase. With only four steps to go, Evelyn's clumsiness caught up with her, as she missed the step, slipped, and fell down the remaining three steps.
"Ouch," came that familiar voice, once again. "Well, that's one way to make an entrance."
Evelyn rose to her feet, smoothed out her clothes, and stepped toward the woman at the door. With a smile, Evelyn opened her arms, to embrace the woman before her. The action was well recieved, and the two hugged one another, as only two friends can.
"It's wonderful to see you, Michelle," Evelyn said, sincerely.
"It's great to see you, too, Evy," Michelle replied, her voice lined with laughter. "It's been so long."
"I know," Evelyn agreed, as the two broke their embrace. "What is it, now? Sixteen years?"
Michelle smiled. "Something like that. All I know is that it has been far too long."
The two women stared at one another, for a silent moment, before they embraced one another, again. However, the moment did not last long, as the sounds of a car pulling in to the driveway prompted the two to part, and look out of the still open door. For the first time, since Evelyn had entered the room, Jonathan spoke up.
"Rick and Alex are home," he informed Evelyn, with a smile.
Michelle turned back to her friend, and raised a quizzical eyebrow. Evelyn smiled, and looked back, over Michelle's right should. Michelle stepped to her right, her high heeled shoed scrapping across the tiles of the floor, as she moved, in an attempt to both remove herself from Evelyn's field of vision, and to gain a better view of what the other woman was so anxiously awaiting. It soon became apparent, as the figures of a man and a young boy came in to view.
"Hi, honey," came the sarcastic sounding voice of the man, who dropped a duffel bag on to the floor. "We're - ," he hesitated, as he caught sight of Michelle. "Home? Evy?"
"Um," Evelyn began, a smile plastered across her face. "Michelle, this is my husband, Rick, and my son, Alex." She motion between the three of them, as she introduced each. "Rick, Alex, this is Michelle, my best friend from school," Evelyn announced, proudly, to her family.
"Uh, hi," Rick greeted the woman before him, still in a fair amount of surprise.
Michelle smiled, and held out her right hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. - ."
"Rick," he replied, cutting the woman off. "It's just Rick." He smiled, before turning around, and motioning for Alex to step forward. "As Evy said, this our son, Alex."
"Hello, Alex," Michelle greeted. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Nice to meet you," Alex replied, mostly out of a habit of courtesy, rather than pure sincerity. As a sudden urge came over him, Alex felt the need to leave. "If you'll excuse me." Without waiting for an answer, Alex took off, headed for the lavatory.
"Well, now that we're all aquainted, why don't we move to the lounge?" Evelyn suggested. "It's much more comfortable, and we can have a chance to properly catch up."
"Alright," Michelle agreed.
Evelyn eyed her husband, quickly.
"Sounds good to me," Rick said, as he lifted the duffel bag up, and over his shoulder. "Jonathan?"
"Yes!" Jonathan replied, excitedly. "I'm coming!"
Rick twisted his face. "No, I was going to tell you to please close the door."
Jonathan nodded. "Right," he mumbled, as he pushed the door, with enough forced that it slammed shut, and the sound echoed through the entire mansion.
Turning around, quickly, Rick glared at his brother-in-law.
"Sorry," Jonathan said, quickly, before both he and Rick left the vacinity of the doorway. Jonathan headed straight for the lounge, while Rick headed upstairs, to drop his duffel bag in to the bedroom that he shared with his wife.
With a muted sigh, Rick began to ascend the staircase.
It was going to be a long afternoon.
Author's Note: Another chapter is on the way. As always, I look forward to your kind words! Until the next chapter...