The Wolves are back! I'll be posting on Monday and Thursday like I did last time. This fic is completely written, there are 9 chapters total.
Thanks to my beta nicdvidmaker for reading this over and pointing the typos and the plot hole. (Plot hole has been plugged!)
As always, if you recognize it from the show it's not mine.
Chapter 1 – Prologue- Found Again
He had been searching for so long, he had despaired of ever finding her. She had been calling to him to come for her for many years. He tried, God knows he tried. He had trekked across a continent, through jungles, and over mountains looking for her.
He dreamed of her at night. He dreamed of her kisses, he dreamed of her body against his, and he dreamed of making slow gentle love to her. Every morning he woke up, his determination to find her was renewed and refreshed.
He would find her. They would be together again.
Finally one day it happened. On a hot and humid mountain top in a tropical forest in Central America, he discovered a pyramid shaped tomb and he knew he had found her at last. He nearly dropped to his knees in relief and joy.
"You did it Professor!" one of his students breathed in awe. "It was right where you said. How did you know?"
He smiled. "Divine intervention."
He immediately began directing his students to set up camp and begin surveying the site. They scurried around the mountain top, doing their professors bidding, excited by their historic find. The professor watched with a light heart, knowing it wouldn't be long before he was reunited with his long lost love.
They entered the pyramid, the first humans to do so in nearly two millennia. It took almost a week to break through to the burial chamber, it had to be done with great care and every step was documented with video and still pictures according to proper archeological practice.
He took a deep breath as he stepped into the burial chamber for the first time in fifteen hundred years. He paused at the base of the steps that lead down into the chamber as his eyes took in the room. It was just as he remembered it. It wasn't huge, only fifteen feet by nine feet with an arched stone ceiling.** The space was almost completely filled by a limestone sarcophagus. At one end was the skeleton of a woman, a servant selected and sacrificed to follow her mistress into Xibalba, the Mayan underworld. At the other end was the skeleton of boy who was perhaps eleven years old, another insignificant servant sacrificed so he could see to his mistress's comfort in the next world.
The servants were unimportant, he only had eyes for the final resting place of his beloved. He was so close.
It took several days to move the heavy stone lid and open the magnificent sarcophagus. First the servants' skeletons had to be cataloged and removed to make room for the professor and his students to work. Then an elaborate pulley system had to be carefully installed to cause a minimum of damage to the chamber. Only then could they attempt to open the sarcophagus. Even with the pulley system it took several hours to carefully inch the lid open enough so they could see the inside.
He had finally found her. Her skeleton was surrounded by precious jade and pearl beads, bone needles and shells that he remembered had once been necklaces and bracelets. Her skull was circled by a diadem of jade beads and her face was covered by an elaborate malachite funeral mask. He dropped to his knees and tenderly ran his finger along her jaw. He felt a tingle run up his arm straight to his chest. After nearly so many centuries they were finally reunited.
"Is she a princess?" The special moment was interrupted by an over-eager student.
He withdrew his hand, but kept his eyes on her. "Yes, yes she was."
That night she came to him in his tent. Her spirit was a pale shadow of what the living woman had been, but it was HER.
"I've waited so long," she sighed.
"I came as soon as I could," he replied.
She touched his face and he felt the tingle again. Stronger this time. "You know what to do," she said softly and vanished.
Yes, he knew.
He carefully directed his students in cataloging and packing the artifacts, including her remains. The artifacts would be flown off the mountain to the nearest city via helicopter, where they would be loaded onto a plane for transport back to the US for study.
As they were packing, he waited for his chance. He finally saw it when the annoying student who had broken into his first moment with his love in fifteen hundred years wandered too close the edge of a very high, steep cliff as she was taking pictures. All it took was one tiny little shove and that irritating little bitch would never disrupt another tender moment again. He listened with satisfaction as she screamed all the way down.
The Guatemalan authorities collected the body from the base of the cliff and put it on the next plane for the states. The mood in the camp went from joyous at having discovered an intact Mayan tomb to somber at the death of one their own. The camp had a memorial service for the lost expedition member and then he gathered his students around, gravely intoning that she would want them to continue their work. Then everyone agreed and returned to tents to rest and prepare to resume their excavation.
He returned to his tent to find his lover waiting for him in corporeal form this time. "You've done well, my love," she murmured and then she kissed him.
Feeling his lover's lips on his after so long broke something in the man; with a groan he pulled her to him, grinding his hips against hers. She responded by pulling his shirt off and before he knew it, they were naked. He led her to his cot, where she lay down and held her arms to him. He lay on top of her and slowly, reverently entered her.
They spent the night making love to each other. In the morning when he woke, she was gone. He had expected it, but he was still disappointed. He knew the student's life force was only so powerful, only enough for one night. But he knew where there were life forces that were much stronger, much more powerful, enough for several days. Once enough life forces had been consumed, she could stay forever.
"Soon my love, soon," he sighed.
**My description of the tomb is based on an actual Mayan tomb known as the Tomb of the Red Queen. Currently her true identity is undetermined, but the theory is that she was the wife of Pakal the Great, co-ruler of the city-state Palenque during it's most prosperous period.
