Hello everyone and welcome to the sequel to Never Far Behind. As you can see, inspiration obviously won out and this is being started ahead of time. Plot bunnies wouldn't leave me alone. XD As I said at the beginning of the last story, I've been a fan of Thunderbirds since the movie came out back in 2004 and only recently found the fan fiction section here. As I have never seen the show, this fic is movie based with a few TV elements I have learned from various fan fiction around this site. –points to the stories by LittleMissBump- This story will also be a very slight crossover with the Mummy movies, using mostly just the history that they provide along with a few of the situations, i.e. raising a mummy. Though there were little hints of it in the last story, if you can catch them I'll give you a cookie. XD

Two months after graduating from the University of Massachusetts, twenty two year old Evelyn Tracy is offered the chance of a lifetime; to work and study at an actually archeological dig in Egypt. But when Evelyn is tricked into reading an excerpt from the Book of the Dead, the Tracy family will have to work together to find a way to save the world once more. Starts two months after epilogue of Never Far Behind.

Disclaimer- I do not own to movie or the show that it was based on. They belong to Gerry Anderson, who I have to thank for creating such a wonderful world to imagine in. And I also do not own the characters or history created by the three Mummy movies. They belong to Universal Studios.

Prologue- Mornie Utúlië
May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun

Mornie Utúlië (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie Alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now
May It Be by Enya

June 17th, 2024

Captivity had never boded well for Saadia, and for the young women to find herself in captivity made her hate the rest of mankind even more then she already had. She was flanked on each side by a guard; both of them had their hands on her dark, tanned arms as to make sure she wouldn't be able to make a run for it as she had at the last two prisons she had been in. This was why she was now being escorted to her newest cell in a high security prison in the United Kingdom.

She had grown up in an orphanage in Cairo until she turned sixteen, when she killed the caretaker and ran out into the desert. Even at such a young age she never felt any guilt over the murders she committed in order to survive. The population of the world could rot in the fiery depths of hell for all she cared. They had shunned her when she was young; all prospective parents had found her odd. And that she was.

For Saadia was no ordinary Egyptian. No, she had memories at a young age of things no one had ever seen, ever done, especially for someone her age. Memories of people and events that had happened roughly three thousand years before she had been born. And in these memories, she had lived, loved, and had even killed for that love. A love that never loved her in return. In these memories, she discovered the name Meritaten and that she was the women reincarnated.

The dime lights of the high security prison reflected off of Saadia's sleek black hair as the group entered the ward for special cases, the thick steel door closing behind them with a hiss. In the first cell the group passed was a tall black man trying to bend the bars of the door with brut strength. The guard outside the cell raised his taser gun for the man to see. He backed away from the door with a growl.

Saadia then looked into the second cell they passed. Inside sat a woman with bright red hair, her back to the door. She turned around as the group passed and Saadia curled her nose at the women. She had think glasses in front of her eyes, yellow teeth and an extremely large overbite. Looking away from the cell, Saadia looked to the man sitting cross legged in the third. He wore robes of red satin, though parts were stained and worn. His bald head shinned under the lights as his eyes opened and looked to the new arrival.

"Ah, I see our new friend has arrived," he stated in his smooth baritone as one of the guards opened the cell beside his and pushed Saadia inside. She glared at the guards as they closed the cell door before looking towards the man sitting in the cell beside hers.

"I am no friend of yours," she hissed in reply, her glare transferring from the guards to this man as her dark brown eyes flashed in anger.

"But we could be allies," he stated, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a smile at her reaction. "Tell me, what exactly are you here for?"

"Attempting to murder the Prime Minister," she replied, her glare fading as she sat down on the cot in the cell.

"Yes, I read about that in the papers last month," he began softly. "You would make a very useful ally to me."

"What exactly do you need an ally for?" she asked, glancing at the back of the guard that stood outside her cell before looking back at the man in red in the cell beside her. He raised a hand and beckoned her closer as he stood from the floor. Saadia slowly stood from the bed and walked over to the wall that separated their cells as the man went to his bed and picked up what appeared to be a newspaper that had been sitting on it.

He then opened it to one of the inner pages before handing it through the bars. As she took the paper from him, he pointed to a picture of a smiling young woman with dark copper hair and green eyes wearing a dark blue graduation cap and gown as she walked off the stage after receiving her diploma. The heading above the picture read, 'Jeff Tracy's Daughter Graduates History Major.'

"That family is the reason I have been here for the last four years. It is on them that I wish to get my revenge," he commented as Saadia stared down at the picture. Saadia barely registered his comment as she stared down at the picture. The woman in the picture was almost the exact replica of her past life's enemy, Henuttawy. Though in Saadia's memories her hair had been black not dark red and she had had dark brown eyes, but she was sure that this Evelyn Tracy was the reincarnation of her.

"I'm interested," Saadia stated as she looked up from the paper and handed it back through the bars to the man.

"Why exactly do you want revenge on the Tracy family?" the man asked as he turned and set the paper back down on his bed before turning back towards Saadia.

Saadia shook her head, a fight smile appearing on her lips at the idea that was forming in her mind. "Not the family. Just the girl. And I think I know how to do it."

A smile formed on the man's face and he nodded to Saadia. "Hurt the daughter, you hurt them all. Please, explain your idea."