The Mummy Chapter 5, a mummy fanfic

I hold no claims to this awesome movie. Taylor, Timothy, Erica, and Ammina are only mine. For now ;)

Chapter Five

That's my sister

"I have no desire to go back to Hamunaptra, Rick." Timothy was leaning on the rail of the ship later that night as they continued on down the Nile. He had tried not to think about his sister, but they were heading back to where he had lost her; of course Taylor would come back to his mind. "I don't want to."

"Neither do I," Rick admitted, picking his bag back up from the floorboards. "But the three of them saved our lives. We have to give them that much, at least. Maybe…Maybe we can find the time to actually make a grave for her."

Timothy sighed before standing back up straight and smiling at his friend. "I think she'd like that," He felt tears swelling up but he quickly wiped them away. "Look at this; Taylor would be laughing at me if she saw me crying." He dropped his hands and gave a bigger smile this time. "Let's go get something to drink, eh?"

"Sounds good to me." Rick agreed as the two headed towards Jonathan, Erika, and a bunch of other Americans sitting at a table, gambling.

"Without my glasses I can't see the deck to cut it, Dave." The American said. Erika rolled her eyes. Allen Chamberlin, who invited Erika to join the men in the first place due to their previous encounters was reading a book and smoking the pipe while the other three men were playing cards with the brother and sister. Bernard Burns was the man with the glasses. David Daniels was the man with the short hair, and the final one was Henderson, the blonde hair, blue eye American of the group. (now, who can tell me THAT man ain't sexy? Lol!)

"Now, now, Mr. Daniels," Erika grabbed her shot glass again and tossed it down. "Patience is a virtue."

The men all smirked. "I'm surprised that a woman like you can drink," the man replied.

"Well, living with my brother," She gave a thumb at Jonathan. "You have to learn because that's about all that he does."

"That's good though," Timothy reached down and grabbed his one drink. "Drinking is fun."

"Ah, there the two of you are. Sit down. We could use a few more players!" Jonathan grinned.

"I only gamble with my life, never my money." O'Connell replied.

Tim set the glass down again. "Gambling with cards are for pussies." Erika and Henderson both laughed.

"Never?" Daniels asked as he passed out the cards. "What if I was to bet you $500 says we get to Hamunaptra before you?"

"You're looking for Hamunaptra?" The two American's shared a look with the other.

"Damn straight we are." Henderson grinned, looking at his hand.

"And who says we are?"

All three men pointed at Jonathan. "He does."

Erika sighed. "I tried to tell him, but it was too late." She shot her brother a look. "Perhaps gluing his mouth shut would teach him, but I doubt it."

"Well, how 'bout it?" The American asked as Rick and Timothy both glared at Jon. "Is it a bet?"

Rick and Tim shared a look before both smiled. "All right, you're on."

"What makes you so confident, sir?" Allen decided to ask.

"What makes you?"

"Well, we got us a man who's actually been there." Henderson replied. Erika raised her eyebrow as Rick hit her brother with his bag as Tim rolled his eyes. Her brother would learn sooner or later, right?

"Gentlemen, we got us a wager." Rick squeezed Jon's shoulder as a warning. "Good evening, Jonathan."

"Good night."

Erika watched the two men walk off before turning back to her brother with that look of her's before handing her brother another drink. "All right, boys. You ready to lose to a woman?"

~I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream.
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean.
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright.
So I'm breaking the habit,
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight~

Evelyn jumped as Rick slammed his bag on the table. Timothy rolled his eyes and stayed a bit away from them, staring out over the water again, just thinking but listening to them talk at the same time.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare ya."

"The only thing that scares me, Mr. O'Connell, are your manners. Why can't you be more civilized like Mr. Craft?"

"You only think he's civilized because you don't know him well enough yet." Rick replied, rolling his bag open as Tim shot him a look.

Evy pulled her glasses off, closing her book. "Um, did I miss something?" She sat up. "Are we…going into battle?"

"Lady," Rick sat down and began to work with the guns that he and Tim would be sharing. "There's something out there. Something underneath that sand."

"Yes, well, I'm hoping to find a certain artifact," She replied. "A book, actually. My brother thinks there's treasure."

"And what about your sister?" Tim asked her.

"I…I'm not to sure what she's doing here. She claims that she's only here to keep the two of us out of trouble but there's something in her eyes; I can see it. She's not after the treasure though, so I don't know what it is." Evy took a breath. "What do the two of you think is out there?" She began to touch some of the bullets.

"Evil." They answered together.

"The Bedouin and the Tuaregs believe that Hamunaptra is cursed." Rick told her. He took the piece she was messing with.

"Oh, look, I don't believe in fairy tales and hokum, Mr. O'Connell," The woman replied as he pieced the shotgun together. "But I do believe one of the most famous books in history is buried out there."

"Are you after the Book of Amun-Ra or the Book of the Dead?" Tim questioned.

"The Book of Amun-Ra," Evy replied, pleased that he knew what she was talking about. "It contains within it all the secret incantations of the old kingdom.

It's what first interested me in Egypt when I was a child. It's why I came here—sort of a life's pursuit."

"And the fact that they say it's made out of pure gold makes no never mind to you?" Rick asked. "Right?"

"You both know your history." Evy grinned.

"No," Tim replied.

"We know our treasure." Rick finished, continuing his work.

"Um…by the way…" Evy sounded timid and Tim slapped a hand over his face. This was not going to be good. "Why did you kiss me?"

Rick gave a laugh. "Well, I was about to be hanged. It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Ohh!" Rick turned and watched as she stormed away.

"Errr," Timothy snickered. "Wrong answer. Do not pass go. Do not collect her panties."

"What'd I say?" Rick asked him.

"You really don't know how to talk to women, do you, Rickie?" He asked as he took Evy's seat.

"You mean they don't talk like us?" Rick referred to men. "Your sister did."

Tim rolled his eyes. "Well, my sister should have been born a man so there's the answer to that question but other than that, no Rick, women in these days do not talk like men. They want to nice, sweet stuff, not the truth."

Rick sighed and shook his head. "You're sister so much easier to talk to then any of the other women we've met."

"We both also grew up with her. There was only three orphans that we're girls so she basically grew up as a boy, you know?"

Yeah, that's true. I just wish-"

There was a sudden yelp from behind a think of luggage and Rick stood up, running over to instantly pull out a small, weasel-like man. A man that infuriated Tim beyond beliefs at just the very thought of him.

"Well, if it ain't our little buddy Beni." Rick growled and held up his gun. "I think I'll kill you."

"No, please," Tim moved forward. "Let me." ~Taylor would still be alive if Beni had kept the door open for the three of them to get inside. She wouldn't have been shot if he hadn't of shut the door!~

"Think of my children." The man cried.

"You don't have any children." Rick looked at him like he was stupid.

"Someday I might."

"Shut up!" Realization dawned on Rick as Tim just glared. "So you're the one who's leading the Americans. I might have known. So what's the scam, Beni? You take them into the desert and then you leave them to rot?"

"Unfortunately, no." The small man replied. "These American's are smart. They only pay me half now and half later when I get them back to Cairo safely so this time I must go all the way."

"Them's the breaks, huh?" Rick dropped his gun and then handed the small man to Tim. "Do what you want."

"The two of you never believe in Hamunaptra," Beni said before he could exchange hands. "Why are you going back?"

A camel made a noise and they all turned to see Evy petting one. She shot rick a dirty look before stomping off.

"You see that girl?" Rick asked. "She saved my neck.

"You always did have more balls than brains." Beni smirked at Rick.

"I know," Timothy growled. "I haven't cut them off yet."

All three of them began to laugh before rick and Tim exchanged a look.

"Good bye, Beni." Rick grinned moments before Tim tossed him overboard.

"Damn, I just want to kill that bastard!" Tim growled as Rick began to roll his weapon bag back up.

"Yeah, well, maybe next time I'll…" Rick's voice faltered as he spotted the wet footprints leading down the path to the rooms. Both men could put two and two together. "Tim…grab Jonathan and Erika. We need to get off the boat."

"I hear that!" Tim agreed nodding before the two went separate ways.

"All right," Erika grinned to herself as she took another shot. "Are you boys ready to lose a third time?"

"That's my sister," Jonathan said both proudly and annoyed at the same time; after all, he was getting beat too and not just the Americans. "I've never seen her lose; ever."

Henderson opened his mouth with a smirk. "Why can't all women enjoy gambling like this? All the ones we known just like to watch."

"That's because their wusses and just there for the men. I can take care of myself and I love winning money, ergo, I'm just that damn cool."

They others all laughed as timothy came up behind them. "Erika, Jonathan, it's time to go."

"What are you talking about, Tim?" Jon asked. "We're just getting started!"

Timothy was going to reply but was cut off by gunfire and fire. They all instantly ducked to the floor, Henderson pulling Erika down after him, and took a careful look around and who it was that was attacking them. Tim recognized these black-cloaked men from three years ago as he and Rick left Hamunaptra.

He had to admit that he wasn't expecting to see them again; ever.

"Where's Evelyn?" Erika demanded as the American's set up the table they had been at as a shield and whipped out their own guns.

"Rick went to go get her," replied as they all stayed close to the floor of the ship.

"Jon," Erika didn't need to say more and off her brother went for their younger sister. Timothy and Erika continued to watch as the shooting went off some more. The Americans were still drinking, hootin' and hollarin' as they shot some more. "There's something wrong with you people," She decided to tell the man beside her.

Timothy raised an eyebrow. "You guys like to wear rags on your heads and we're the weird ones?"

"I am English, thank you," Erika narrowed her eyes. "And they're not called rags!"

Timothy smirked. "For not being one you do hurry to defend them." He rubbed the back of his head after she had given him the 'almighty Gibbs slap'. "All right, you're gonna have to get off the burning ship. Jump off and swim to the shore, okay?"

"What about Evelyn and Jonathan?" She asked him.

"I'll make sure that they get off safe and sound, I promise. Just trust me and jump off."

Erika nodded. "Be wanted though, if anything happens, I'll hunt you down for the rest of my life."

"Deal." Timothy watched then as the woman jumped off the side of the boat and rolled his eyes. "Idiot." He knelt there, just watching as all the righting still went on. None of the men in black seemed to even take notice of him so he just waited until O'Connell came into view, tossing Evelyn overboard not too long after her sister.

Rick went to jump in the water after the others but another figure jumped up, scaring him back as it pulled itself onto the boat. This one was different than the others, much smaller. There was only one thing that it could be, and Tim knew it. It was a woman. And it seemed like she was beating the hell out of O'Connell.

"What's wrong, Rick?" Tim decided to jump in, knocking the woman's knife from her hand and kicking her back into some of the other tables. "Can't handle a woman?"

Rick shot his friend a look. "Shut up, Tim!"

"Just hurry up and go," The man replied as the woman stood back up, hunched over and ready to pounce. She reminded Tim of a cat. "I'll take care of her."

Rick gave a nod and the woman hissed something out in Arabic, her green eyes almost like slits.

~Wait a second…~

The woman pounced. Even without a weapon, she was hard to handle. She could slip out of his grasp as they fought but in the end, he got her in the face, knocking her out after a cheap shot of pushing her back into the tables again. Tim felt that it was time to get off the ship as the rest started finally leaving, but as he went to jump, an idea struck him. If he took the woman with them he could get answers. This had to be more than just a regular raid for them to blow the ship up as well before getting everything. Something else was going on so Tim grabbed the woman and over the ship like the others they went.

The water didn't let the woman stay knocked out for too long though.

The people that had been on the boat all trudged to different sides of the water, Tim's grip on the struggling woman still tight.

"We lost everything!" Evelyn was whining. "All the tools, the equipment. All my clothes!"

Rick tossed his back on the ground, trying his hardest not to reply. "Evelyn, stop whining," Erika told her sister. "We'll get everything back, we'll just have to buy it all again. Just be glad that we're all still alive."

Evelyn went to reply but Beni began to shout out names. "Looks to me like I've got all the horses!"

"Hey Beni," Rick shouted back. "Looks to me like you're on the wrong side of the river!" The man's reaction was priceless.

Curses in Arabic brought their attention to the woman that Timothy now tossed in the sand, standing over her.

"All right now, buttercup," Timothy placed his hands on his hips as he glared down at her. "You're gonna tell us just what the hell all that was about. Why did you all attack the boat?"

Erika placed a hand over her mouth to help contain the giggles at what the woman replied in Arabic. Her head then titled. That accent. She was speaking in Arabic, but her accent wasn't. She was from somewhere else. It sounded almost American.

"If she's not going to tell us anything," Tim straightened. "Rick, give me one of your guns."

"What?" Evelyn demanded as Rick raised an eyebrow. "You can't just kill her."

"Why not? Her and her little friends were going to kill us. I say we give her back what she was giving."

"True, but even so," Jonathan agreed with his sister. "I understand if it was in the heat of battle but in the cold blood?"

"Just give me a gun, O'Connell!" Tim growled at the other American.

Rick opened his mouth to reply –

"In knew it." They all turned back to the woman in black as she pushed herself to her feet. "I knew it, but I didn't…" she shook her head. "I couldn't believe it. Rick O'Connell and Timothy Craft, right?"

They all noticed how American she sounded now and Timothy narrowed his eyes. "How do you know us?"

The woman turned her back to them, looking up at the sky. "Neither of you have even aged a day," She whispered. "Not even one change." They all watched as her hands raised and the black headdress and veil was removed from her head. Long locks of golden-red hair fell out and she turned, a hand in her hip and her green eyes glared at the two men.

Neither Tim or Rick could believe their eyes. The woman before them…this was the one that had died three years ago at Hamunaptra! This was Tim's sister! Taylor! She was still alive; but how?

While Rick and Tim basically stayed the same, Taylor had changed. She had grown thinner and stronger from just the looks of her. Her skin had a darker tan on it than it had those three years ago and there was a scar drawn from the bottom corner of her left eye to the bottom of her chin; it looked that a sword was responsible. Her annoyed look was just the same though. Just the same.

"Taylor?" Both men asked together, taking steps forward. "What are you doing here? I thought you were-" before either of them could continue, Taylor's fist connected with Tim's face and the man fell backwards, barely enough time to watch as Taylor turned on Rick, delivering the same blow.

~That's…my sister…all…right~

Sorry it took so long for this chapter. Don't worry, the next one will be up this weekend :)

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