Hey everybody! I hope everyone's relaxing and enjoying the summer, especially now that exams are finishing up. Many, many thanks to all those who are taking the time to read. It means the world to me! Special thanks to Kedi, Bloody Jack Sparrow, Len, lark lover, and writerluv for the reviews! Seeing them always bring a smile to my face! With that said, here's chapter six!

Disclaimer: The Mummy is not mine, though in a perfect world it would be. Libby, Davey, Arabella, and all those not in the movie belong to me!

Chapter 6

Perfect. Absolutely perfect, Davey thought as he climbed through the window of Libby's room. Thus far, everything had gone smoothly. He'd watched Tamir follow Libby out of her room, and though the girl had put up a fight, Davey was pretty sure that his cohort had been successful. Really, she's clearly unarmed, no excuses.

Now it was his turn. Libby was going down in a blaze of glory tonight. He couldn't help but laugh—he was finding that, since Arabella had approached him for this mission, he laughed quite a bit. Placing the dynamite that his boss had provided on the center of Libby's bed, he began unraveling the string towards the door, to stretch it into the hallway.

The door didn't budge though. Strange, why would Tamir leave her body here when he knew I was coming through here? He gave a hard shove with his shoulder, and it finally gave. Staring down, he saw that it was, in fact, Tamir's body, frigid atop the bodies of the lookouts. "Damn, damn, DAMN!" he shouted, giving the wall a good kick. "Who the hell is helping her?" There was no way Libby killed them herself.

He kept moving, unraveling the string down the long hallway, and starting down the stairs. He lit the fuse, then began sprinting. God damn Libby, now I have to find you before this place blows.

Flying down the stairs, he saw that most of the men he'd helped enter the building through the main entrance were now dead or wounded; the remaining fighting against…. O'Connell and Carnahan? How was it possible that so many men could be taken down by just two? Whatever, he couldn't deal with the incompetent mercenaries that Arabella hired. Just find the girl…

"I bloody knew he was alive!" he heard the Englishman shout as he rushed by, but there was too much at stake to stop.

As he tore down another hall, he saw her, lost in thought. Nothing had changed; she was still the slight girl he'd met running away from her adoptive parents. She had been so naïve. Huh, how little she knew back then…

"Well lookie here," he said, knowing he had her undivided attention. "Little Miss Libby, last time I saw you I was looking down the wrong end of a gun…"

Davey wasn't even worried that he was unarmed. Poor little girl doesn't stand a chance.

"Do you ever stop and wonder if this whole saving the world thing will get old?" Rick asked Jonathan, as he quickly dispatched one of the remaining strangers.

"Course I do," he replied, as he collected ammunition and guns off the dead. "Then I realize that if we stopped, all I'd do is drink and chase after women far beyond my reach. My ego just couldn't bear the rejection. You?"

"Evy's got a list of housework back home that's older than Alex. What do you think my answer is?" He paused. "Do you smell smoke?"

Jonathan paused to sniff the air, but Rick didn't wait for his answer. Climbing up the stairs, he was only gone a moment before he rushed back down. "We gotta get out of here."

"You look like you've seen a ghost old boy…" Jonathan said as Rick broke into a run. He dragged Jonathan by the shirt. "Seriously, Rick, what happened?"

"There's a fuse lit upstairs, and I'm not sticking around to see where it goes, or how long it takes to get where it's going. The carpet's on fire too. I think it's high time we make our getaway."

Jonathan didn't need to be told twice. He sprinted alongside his brother in law, down two flights that seemed more like twelve. Bloody hell, up and down these stairs all night. There's a perfectly fine elevator in this building, why do the crazies refuse to use that?

Wait a minute, why do we refuse to use that?

He was quickly pulled from his elevator-laden reveries by a flash of silver in the seventh floor corridor. "Rick, wait!"

"Jon, you better have an extremely good reason for this…"

He pulled Rick into the corridor, where they eased up behind the scene. The silver, which was actually steel, was a very familiar looking pistol. The hand that held it out was trembling, as if unsure of their intentions or their desire to use the weapon. Libby stood in the dead center of the hallway, holding Davey at gunpoint. Jonathan made a move to speak, but Rick stopped him. He looked questioningly at his brother-in-law, but he got no response.

"I thought I killed you a long time ago," he heard Libby say. Rick looked shocked, and Jonathan couldn't help but wonder if maybe he'd had a bit too much to drink, considering he was convinced he was hearing things.

"No way, Libs. I don't go down that easy. Helps that your aim is shit and you only grazed my shoulder."

"And Edwin?"

"Yeah, your father's dead. Bet he never saw that coming from his sweet baby girl." Davey was clearly baiting her.

"He was never my father, and I was never his daughter. I was just the quickest route to--" Her face was red, her hands shaking even worse than before.

"I'm not here to talk about that. Just give me the damn scorpion."

"You're not in the position to make deals here Davey."

"You wouldn't hurt me. How long did it take you to get over the guilt last time?" Davey smirked when he didn't receive a response. "That's what I thought, Libs."

"Don't call me that…"

"Libs, Libs, Libs," he taunted, almost childishly. Most would have thought it a lack of maturity, but Jonathan knew it was an attempt to get under her skin, to let her guard down long enough to eliminate her.

Jonathan was quickly becoming more worried, a feeling he couldn't quite explain except with the reminder that it was Rick's baby sister in danger. The echo of a gunshot rang through his ear. Rushing closer, he saw that a large portion of the roof was now missing, a light fixture lying next to Davey's unconscious body. The gun was on the floor at her side.

Libby's gaze quickly fell upon them, as they took in the scene. "Hey there Richie," she said quietly.

No time for talking, Elizabeth O'Connell. Go get your money before he gets up. Taking her mind's advice, Libby smiled and nodded at the two men, and headed for the stairs.

"Don't think so, kiddo," Rick said, stepping in front of her.

"I think twenty years of abandonment sort-of eliminates your influence in my life, Richard."

A staring match began between the two siblings. "Damn Rick, you don't even let Evy call you Richard…"

She shouted, "Can it!" at Jonathan, as her brother simultaneously told the British man to shut up. He was clearly trying to lighten the mood, but after the night she had, all she wanted was a cigarette and a nap. Taking her brother's momentary distraction to her advantage, she attempted to push past him.

Unfortunately, Rick had apparently not been distracted enough, because his vice-like grip on her wrist prevented any movement. "Absolutely not, Libs. Your pal set the top floor on fire. And then, in his infinite wisdom, he also decided to plant some dynamite. So any minute now, your hotel is going up in a ball of flame."

"I have time." Pigheaded or not, she was not leaving her life's savings in a vault that could potentially be burned or melted by morning.

"Libby, just listen to your brother," Jonathan pleaded, clearly getting nervous over the imminent explosion.

"Shut up, box thief," she shot back, attempting to yank her arm away from Rick. "Richie, let me go!"

"What's so important?"

"My money! My belongings! Everything I worked the last ten years to get!" Non one would argue with that logic, in her opinion.

At least, most people wouldn't argue with her logic. Rick, however, was not most people. "Elizabeth, you're leaving the building with the two of us."

"I am not!" she shouted back. Everything I own is here, you idiot, don't you get that!

"Yes you are!" Grabbing her around the waist, he hauled her over his shoulder, much like he done to Evelyn when she refused to cooperate and stay at the hotel with the Americans. "You ready Jonathan?" he asked, despite the whacks of her fists and her feat kicking dangerously close to his face.

"Been ready for a while!"

Libby felt each jolt as Rick jostled down the stairs, Jonathan leading the way. And even though she knew that she was safer leaving with them, the appearance of Davey in her life almost made her wish they'd let her stay and go down with the proverbial ship. Davey's presence meant only one thing: Arabella Chatham was about to return to her life. And Libby, although she'd only confirmed the man's death tonight, was certain that the older woman had not yet forgiven her for the death of her husband.

Forgive and forget was a mentality that did not exist in Arabella's world.

Alex had never seen his mother so worried before, though he secretly had a feeling she had acted the same way when he'd been kidnapped the year before. She was pacing back and forth where they stood, about few hundred feet away from the hotel entryway.

"Where is your father?" he heard his mother whisper.

"I'm sure he and Uncle Jon are alright, mum. Maybe they found Aunt Libby." Alex had discovered, incredibly quickly, that he had no trouble adjusting to his newly discovered aunt. In fact, the idea of having a relative that knew absolutely nothing about Egypt was thrilling. Already he had a list of stories to tell her- finally someone would get excited over the Egyptian afterlife with him!

"Come on Rick," he heard his mother whisper again. Now he was starting to worry. Libby had left them in their room well over twenty minutes ago. "Please, just come out alive you two…"

"Mum?"

"They'll be fine, they always come out—"

An explosion lit up the night, and Alex felt himself being thrown to the ground and covered by his mother's body. All around him he heard the sound of wood, metal, glass, everything that was once in the hotel, landing around him. He was certain they were both done for.

Then the air was still. No sound whatsoever, a rarity on the streets of Cairo. His mother moved away, and he saw she was holding the back of her head. When she moved her hand, there was blood that she quickly wiped away on the dark pants she was wearing. Seeing his worried gaze she said, "Don't worry love, just a bump." She was being brave for him.

Alex knew she didn't want him to be scared, so he pretended he wasn't. He felt his eyes filling with tears. Dad and Uncle Jon can't be dead, they always finds a way out. Always. Still, remembering the events from a year before, nearly losing his mother, he had every reason to worry.

"LET GO OF ME!" A piercing woman's voice broke the silence.

"Mum, that's Libby!" he whispered, but she had already realized that.

"Alex, stay here," he heard his mother whisper. He saw her shadow at the center of the street, ashes from the now-burning hotel falling around her like rain. "Let the girl go, or I'll shoot," he heard her say.

When did she take Dad's gun? Not that it really mattered. His mother was pretty much amazing. Even his school chums agreed—none of their mother's had nearly been swept away by the Nile or chased by scarabs.

"Evelyn?" he heard a deep, familiar American voice reply.

"Richie, would you PUT ME DOWN!" Libby shouted again.

"Bloody hell women, shut up! That explosion gave me enough of a headache."

Alex watched as his father deposited Libby on the ground and ran to his mother, quickly pulling her into his arms and kissing her. "Oh brother…" he murmured. He didn't care if they'd just had another near death experience. Kissing was gross. End of story.

Jonathan stood awkwardly to the side, watching the couple. Libby, after Rick had unceremoniously plopped her back on the ground, took a seat on the curb, head hanging in her hands. Every once in a while she'd look up at the hotel, but not for long.

"Uncle Jon! Libby!" he heard his nephew cry, running over to the both. Jonathan picked him up, giving him a bear hug. Poor kid's been through too much in ten years.

The boy pulled away quickly, leaping down to the ground, and embraced Libby. "I'm sorry about your hotel," he heard the boy whisper.

She ruffled his hair, giving him a small smile. "Don't worry your head about it, kiddo. I'm just glad you're ok."

Noticing the bloodstain on her shirt, he remembered that she'd been injured. Jonathan shooed Alex to distract his parents, and took a seat next to her. "Now what do you want?" she asked, bitterly. "Everything is burning, I have nothing for you to steal, why won't you leave me alone?"

He pulled her hair away from her face so he could see the cut, tucking it behind her ear, and she quickly pulled away. "Excuse me?" she harshly responded.

"Your face is bleeding pretty badly." She reached up to touch the cut herself, then shrugged him away again.

"I'll live."

There was silence between them. "Thank you, for helping me," she said quickly. "Don't think this means we're friends, or anything, but I can't ignore what you did for me and I appreciate it. Even if you did burn my home and business to the ground."

"We burnt it down? You're the one who wouldn't give them what they wanted!"

"Well it was mine to begin with!" her voice raised in anger.

"But you could—"

"We're going to the house," Rick stated, quickly moving between the two. Now was not the time to be arguing. "You too, Libs."

Her face contorted between annoyance and anger. "But—"

"No buts. They're after you Libby. Whatever you have, they want it, and they're not going to stop until they get it."

She sighed in frustration, but did not say anything else. Jonathan could tell she trusted her brother just about as much as she trusted him, and considering the way they had parted as children, he couldn't blame her.

"Tomorrow, we'll find Ardeth. Maybe he can tell us what's going on…" Rick said.

"Knowing our desert friend," Jonathan shot back, "he's already at the house."

Little did Jonathan know how right he was.

So, just to preview the next chapter a bit, we'll be seeing what exactly Davey and Arabella are after, plus our favorite Medjai joins the story (and who could get upset over that??)! Hopefully, it'll be up soon! Please R&R if you get a chance. Best wishes to all! Jac