Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, I don't own The Mummy, don't rub it in.
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Sally was not allowed to go to the prison with Jonathon and Evie to find the man off whom Jonathon had gotten the artifact. So she went to the museum in the hopes of entertaining herself. She wore her long black hair in a braid, and her dress was a pretty blue-green color that offset her eyes. The displays served as a distraction for awhile, but when the curator came in with several boxes she found a better distraction.
"Do you need any help?" He looked quite surprised to see the girl here on her own, but he thought it couldn't hurt to let her help with the smaller artifacts. He knew from her many visits how completely reverent she was towards those already on display.
"Alright, but if something is even slightly too heavy for you don't try to pick it up."
"Okay, what can I do first?"
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Sally was interested about every artifact and asked the curator all the questions that she could think of about each. The curator answered each question patiently, and was pleased that the answers he gave were all being incorporated into other questions. She was asking questions to learn, most six year olds didn't do that.
Then she picked up a silver bracelet with a blue scarab motif. The inside of the bracelet had hieroglyphs inside a rounded rectangle. She looked more closely at it and then finally said the name that was written there.
"Shashai" the bracelet began to glow and then she blacked out.
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Sally woke up with a splitting headache and jumble of memories from a whole other life swimming in her head. She looked around and realized she was in the curator's office. He was nowhere to be found, however there was a strange man in the corner. He was dressed all in black and he had tattoos on his face. Then all of a sudden he wasn't so strange. The clothes were different and the tattoos were too, but she knew who he was the minute their eyes met.
"Wati?"
"You do remember." A small smile came across his face.
"Yeah, but you're old now and I'm not." She looked down at her hands and sighed.
"True, but does it really matter? I mean we could never be what we once were to each other, but this is still a gift from the gods."
"I suppose you're right Wati, or what is it you go by now?" it had suddenly occurred to her that he, like her had a new name.
"Ardeth, and you?"
"Sally. This is so weird!" she burst out laughing. Then the curator walked in holding the bracelet.
"Well, I see you've managed to recover." He looked at Ardeth questioningly.
"She remembers."
"Well, it seems this belongs to you then." he held the bracelet out to Sally/Shashai. At first she hesitated as if afraid of it, but then she took it. It was now the only thing she wold have of her old life, or of her father.
"He gave me this when I turned seventeen," but her reminiscing was cut short by the entrance of Evie and Jonathon.
"Hey, ready to go?" It was Jonathon.
"Yeah," she glanced at Ardeth and gave a small wave, "bye." he nodded and she left.
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A/N: I hope you enjoy my evil little plot twist. Poor Ardeth, his true love is now reincarnated as a six year old . . . Sorry to you Ardeth fans, but I thought it would be a fun way to drag him into this without a lot of fluff and unnecessary gushy stuff. Not to mention it keeps this fic from going all Mary Sue on us and it makes me laugh. I am open to suggestions about where this should go.
