Turf to Tango

Summary: The O'Connells--yet again--- get involved in the past of Egypt. Now they have to help save Egypt, but it's hard to save someone if you don't know who they are.

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"Look here" Evelyn said as her son strode over to see what his mother had found.

"It appears to be in good condition," He said, "But it's just a shard of pottery." He gave his mother a quizzical look.

"Oh dear Alex, in the seventeen years you have been coming up here, did you learn anything?" She laughed as he helped her up from the squatting position. "Look" She pointed down to the clay painted piece that lay half submerged in the sand.

"Wow, pretty patterns." Alex said half jokingly.

"But don't you realize what it stands for?" His mother asked.

"Hmm," Alex pondered as the two turned away from the cleared crevice in the side of the cave where they were excavating.

"We're going to need more workers, I want people who are trustworthy." Evelyn informed. They were in the Valley of the Kings, outside of Luxor, located far back, beside the tomb of Siptah, number 47 as known in more recent years.

"You found a shard of pottery, why do you all of a sudden want to start a whole excavation? People find pottery all the time! Even the tourists leave this place with a souvenir of clay." Her son opposed. "What does this pottery have to do with anything anyone else has found in here?" He asked as they came to rest at the set up consisting of a tarp draped over some erected poles.

Evelyn sat down on a box and rummaged through a picnic basket. "Because, I've read somewhere," Here speech became less audible as she bit into a cucumber sandwich, " That, there was evidence of some sort of tribe or maybe mourners that set up camp near here."

"Really?"

"Yes, it's said that Sir Emery Vanshoud found evidence, as meek as it was. I believe that this shard may be leading us to some sort of a discovery." She concluded.

Just then Evelyn's husband came back, on horseback. Evelyn stood up to greet him, getting up on tip toes and giving him a kiss.

"Well good morning to you all!" Rick greeted. "And how are we doing?"

"Mom's trying to make something out of nothing." Alex responded with light humour.

"I am not." She snapped back like a child.

"Oh yeah? What evidence did this Emery person find?" Alex asked.

"Oh dear God," Rick stated to himself, "Alex, we need to find you a woman."

Evenly gave her husband a sidelong look, then turned back to her son. "He found evidence of fires in the cliff, although not visible now, if you dig just up on the first plateau into the cliff side, you will find evidence, he even found grasses, thousands of years old, still entombed in their graves of ash." She squinted her eyes and talked with enigmatic tones.

"Oh, I remember this!" Rick spoke up after he dismounted and headed back to the 'shelter' for food. "You wouldn't stop talking about that Emery man for weeks, he's the one you're talking about, right? With the lost funds after his expedition couldn't find any more proof to back up the reasoning for their dig. You talked like he was your idol." He laughed as he grabbed a slab of chicken and bit into it.

"Well I believe that there really is something up there, and that he was miss-treated in his expeditions." She defended.

"Yup, that'd be him." Rick laughed.

"Anyway, I think that the fires, and the pottery--possibly used for food-- is proof enough." She mumbled to herself.

"Oh yeah?" Alex asked, "Prove it."

"Alright, I will." She said, as she got up with a big smirk on her face.