Author's Notes: Hi there! This is just a tid bit of my story that I'm
putting out here to see if anyone's interested. I'm not very sure about it,
but oh well. I thought I'd throw at a line and try the waters over in Mummy
Land. You know, see if I get a few bites. And if you're interested and end
up just loving me to pieces, (highly unlikely) hop on over to my other
fics. I could use some help with them. I've hit kind of a wall on every one
I start. Oh well. I hope everyone enjoys this shindiggins of a party and
reviews!
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Disclaimer: Yeah, I got nothin'.
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The O'Connell home was quiet and Evelyn liked it that way. At least, she didn't mind the quiet ever so often. Just now, she happened to be curled up in a comfortable armchair, engrossed in Utopia, one of her favorite books. A sharp ringing pulled Evelyn from the world of paradise, as she turned to page 97. The phone. She rested the book in her lap and turned to pick up the telephone off of the table next to her. "Hello?" Evelyn pressed the hearing piece to her ear.
There was a moment before anyone answered, but a soft tone finally spoke. "Hello," it said quietly. The voice sounded like a distressed young girl, and she paused briefly before speaking again, "Is- is Rick O'Connell there?"
"Yes. Yes, I'll go get him. Just a minute please." Evelyn set the phone down and stood, letting her book fall to the floor. "Rick," she called, jogging up the manor's steps and into Alex's room.
Rick and Alex had sprawled out on the floor with Alex's new chess set. They were apparently arguing about a move Rick had made in the game. "Dad, it's the Knight. He can only move in an 'L' shape," Alex moved the little black horse around in "L" motions.
"Rick," Evelyn interrupted as her husband reached out to snatch the knight from Alex. "There's a young girl on the phone who needs to speak with you."
Rick rolled his eyes. "Jonathon." He sighed. His first instinct when random women called was to blame Jonathon. These calls had happened no less than 6 times in the past two weeks. Evelyn's brother had made a habit of posing as the rich and handsome, Rick O'Connell.
"No, dear, I don't know that it was my brother's doing this time," Evelyn said as they headed back to the living room. "She sounded quite too young for Jon. And very upset at that."
Rick's brow furrowed and he hopped down the last few stairs, walking rather quickly to the phone. "Hello?" he said.
"Rick?"
Rick hesitated a moment. The voice was familiar, but he couldn't put his finger its source. Then it hit him like a punch to the eye. "Andi!" He fell into the chair, flashing a quick smiled at his concerned wife. His serious demeanor, however, showed as he spoke "What did he do this time?"
"It's bad, Uncle Rick. Dad's in big trouble this time." Andi swallowed hard.
"Andi, tell me what's going on. What did Joey do? Where is he?"
The girl laughed scornfully, "He was involved with the wrong people. And...I don't know what happened, but he's gone. I think they killed him, Rick."
Rick's brother had always been the worst influence on him when they were in the orphanage. He married the woman he impregnated and the same woman left him after the baby was born. That was sixteen years ago. Now, the baby was on the phone... 16 years old and in a panic. "Where are you?" Rick asked, keeping as calm as humanly possible.
Another pause. "At the Bus station on Rue Street."
"Alone?" Rick snapped. "What are you thinking? Its 11:30 at night and- never mind. I'll be there in 15 minutes." He murmured a quick bye and slammed the phone down.
Evelyn eased carefully onto the arm of the chair and gently touched her husband's shoulder. "Rick, what's going on?"
Rick's heart had quickened and he sprung up. "My brother is dead." He stared blankly at the floor.
"Oh Rick," Evelyn's hand flew to her mouth, "I'm so- wait. You have a brother?"
"Did I forget to mention that?" The pair of eyes staring back at Rick was not laughing. "Right. Evie, I had a brother. That was his 16-year-old daughter, Andi. She's in London. I think I'll go pick her up." He hurried to the door and noticed that sheets of rain were pouring from the sky. Instinctively, Rick pulled on his scarf and fedora, and opened the door.
Evelyn grabbed him by his collar and planted an affectionate kiss on his lips. She was confused, but something was obviously up. "I think- She's not- Oh-" Rick smiled as Evie fumbled with her disobeying tongue. He bolted toward the car and Evelyn called out the only thing she could force her lips to form.
"Wear your seatbelt!"
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Disclaimer: Yeah, I got nothin'.
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The O'Connell home was quiet and Evelyn liked it that way. At least, she didn't mind the quiet ever so often. Just now, she happened to be curled up in a comfortable armchair, engrossed in Utopia, one of her favorite books. A sharp ringing pulled Evelyn from the world of paradise, as she turned to page 97. The phone. She rested the book in her lap and turned to pick up the telephone off of the table next to her. "Hello?" Evelyn pressed the hearing piece to her ear.
There was a moment before anyone answered, but a soft tone finally spoke. "Hello," it said quietly. The voice sounded like a distressed young girl, and she paused briefly before speaking again, "Is- is Rick O'Connell there?"
"Yes. Yes, I'll go get him. Just a minute please." Evelyn set the phone down and stood, letting her book fall to the floor. "Rick," she called, jogging up the manor's steps and into Alex's room.
Rick and Alex had sprawled out on the floor with Alex's new chess set. They were apparently arguing about a move Rick had made in the game. "Dad, it's the Knight. He can only move in an 'L' shape," Alex moved the little black horse around in "L" motions.
"Rick," Evelyn interrupted as her husband reached out to snatch the knight from Alex. "There's a young girl on the phone who needs to speak with you."
Rick rolled his eyes. "Jonathon." He sighed. His first instinct when random women called was to blame Jonathon. These calls had happened no less than 6 times in the past two weeks. Evelyn's brother had made a habit of posing as the rich and handsome, Rick O'Connell.
"No, dear, I don't know that it was my brother's doing this time," Evelyn said as they headed back to the living room. "She sounded quite too young for Jon. And very upset at that."
Rick's brow furrowed and he hopped down the last few stairs, walking rather quickly to the phone. "Hello?" he said.
"Rick?"
Rick hesitated a moment. The voice was familiar, but he couldn't put his finger its source. Then it hit him like a punch to the eye. "Andi!" He fell into the chair, flashing a quick smiled at his concerned wife. His serious demeanor, however, showed as he spoke "What did he do this time?"
"It's bad, Uncle Rick. Dad's in big trouble this time." Andi swallowed hard.
"Andi, tell me what's going on. What did Joey do? Where is he?"
The girl laughed scornfully, "He was involved with the wrong people. And...I don't know what happened, but he's gone. I think they killed him, Rick."
Rick's brother had always been the worst influence on him when they were in the orphanage. He married the woman he impregnated and the same woman left him after the baby was born. That was sixteen years ago. Now, the baby was on the phone... 16 years old and in a panic. "Where are you?" Rick asked, keeping as calm as humanly possible.
Another pause. "At the Bus station on Rue Street."
"Alone?" Rick snapped. "What are you thinking? Its 11:30 at night and- never mind. I'll be there in 15 minutes." He murmured a quick bye and slammed the phone down.
Evelyn eased carefully onto the arm of the chair and gently touched her husband's shoulder. "Rick, what's going on?"
Rick's heart had quickened and he sprung up. "My brother is dead." He stared blankly at the floor.
"Oh Rick," Evelyn's hand flew to her mouth, "I'm so- wait. You have a brother?"
"Did I forget to mention that?" The pair of eyes staring back at Rick was not laughing. "Right. Evie, I had a brother. That was his 16-year-old daughter, Andi. She's in London. I think I'll go pick her up." He hurried to the door and noticed that sheets of rain were pouring from the sky. Instinctively, Rick pulled on his scarf and fedora, and opened the door.
Evelyn grabbed him by his collar and planted an affectionate kiss on his lips. She was confused, but something was obviously up. "I think- She's not- Oh-" Rick smiled as Evie fumbled with her disobeying tongue. He bolted toward the car and Evelyn called out the only thing she could force her lips to form.
"Wear your seatbelt!"