Hey lo everyone! First and foremost, there is a sequel to this story in the process, titled Awkward Silence!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, without you I would never have continued this fic!
NeffieOC, Nakhti, Neptunae, ~Zeus Fluff~ (Melissa), JonnyCarnahan, Krazy Xanadu, JLCollett (Jessica), Fan of the Mummy, Evelyn Bennett and everyone else who ever reviewed or just read and didn't review, this chapter is for you guys!
"As He closed his eyes, the world around him blackened also, for a soul was departing, a sister was weeping, An era was ending..."
Chapter Eleven- The End
Evelyn felt her brothers grip on her hand loosen, and it was then that she knew it was the end. Time seemed to stand still as her brothers chest fell for the last time.
"No..." She cried heavily into her husbands shirt, not caring about her appearance or attire. She had lost her brother, her family...when their parents had died they had vowed to always be there for each other, and now she was on her own, she'd lost her brother and she didn't want him to go. How she wished she could take back all the hateful and insulting things she'd ever said to him! The sharp insults about his drinking and habits of going out! How she wished he was still here, and that she'd been a better sister to him... Deep loss welled up inside her, a feeling so great it dared to take her over completely. She pushed the feeling away as she reminded herself that he was in a better place now...
~*~
His eyes closed with dignity, and as Jonathan let his chest fall he felt himself rise up. At first it was a strange sensation which gave one the sense of shooting upwards at precarious speeds. His pain melted away, and he knew he was reaching his final destination.
He regretted many things he'd done, and he felt guilty for leaving his sister behind, but she had O'Connell now.
He was puzzled. He saw no bright light, instead he seemed to...hover. He was hovering in a deserted emptiness, that was until a figure appeared.
His eyes saw thousands of shades of crimson, and he knew who it was.
"Connie!" He yelled, rushing forward and hugging his friend. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think to. You wouldn't have believed me." She smiled. Her satin dress showed off every flawless curve, her hair cascaded like water down her back and her eyes shone, visibly happy and full of content.
"Was it painfull-?" He asked slowly.
"No. As your sister said, I was dead before I hit the floor. You are one lucky gentleman Mister Carnahan."
"Mister Carnahan was my father." Stated Jonathan quietly, wondering about his parents.
"Indeed I was." echoed a voice. Jonathan froze. "Father?" He asked into the emptyness.
A gentleman in fine attire headed towards the male and female. On his arm was a smiling woman who was in a beautiful emerald dress. Her eyes, which bore striking resemblence to Evelyns, had welled up at the sight of her son. Both had a glowing aura about them that radiated comfort and safety.
"Mother?" asked Jonathan almost crying.
"Hello Jonathan." smiled the lady. She rushed over to her son and kissed his head.
"We've missed you."
"I haven't stopped thinking about you. Evy got a job at the Museum! And she's married to an American leggionaire. We live in our old house. I promised her I'd tell you about her-" He stopped and gazed at his parents. They looked so happy to see him... "I'm sorry." He said almost crying.
"Whatever for?" Asked the woman, holding her son at arms length.
"For being a waste of space. I've made nothing of my life-"
"You got your sister to Hamunaptra. We couldn't be more proud." interupted his father sternly.
"You mean it?" asked Jonathan tentatively.
"Yes, of course we mean it. If you hadn't stolen the box-" His mother laughed.
"A thing I most certainly do not condone!" grinned his father.
"-Then you and your sister would never have reached the city and achieved all you did. Even if you do have to keep it a secret."
"You saw-?" asked Jonathan, his eyebrows buried in a state of confusion.
"We see everything. We haven't stopped watching over you two. Even this Rick.. I think he is a perfect choice for little Evy! We were at the wedding. Remember the breeze you felt at the altar?" smiled his mother.
Jonathan nodded. "That was you?" He remembered feeling happy for his sister when he gave her away...but also loss similar to that he had just experienced. He didn't want to give up his old mum. But as he saw how much her eyes were full of love for O'Connell, he didn't regret giving her away for a second. He'd felt a chill pass through the church, and not believing in the supernatural made him dismiss the theory that it was his parents. Until now.
His parents nodded. "You did us proud Jon. Both of you have."
His mother smiled, her voice welcoming and giving off a familiar feeling of safety to Jonathan. "I know it wasn't easy giving Evelyn away. I know that you miss her."
Jonathan hugged his mother, breathing in her flowery scent that he had missed for over ten years. He felt like a child again, a child that had gotten lost in a store and then found it's parents again.
Connie smiled at her friend, happy that he was so content. Both his parents smiled as Connie went to her friends side. "Remember what I told you? About being careful? Well you messed that up, didn't you?"
"I was just so sad Connie, you were gone..."
Connie smiled sadly knowing that her death had caused her friend to drink himself into depression, but that was a thing that she had had no control over. The smile warmed Jon's heart deep inside and at that moment everything seemed to fit.
"At least we're together now, eh?" She reached out and hugged her dear friend.
Jon hugged her back, but he still missed Evelyn, and even Rick. He'd never see her make something better of herself (like become a curator or a Bembridge Scholar), he'd never see her kids. He'd never be an Uncle. He would just be a memory. A gravestone. An Uncle who drank himself to death.
He sighed.
"Don't beat yourself up Jon, it isn't worth it." comforted Connie, almost reading his mind. "I drove myself insane, telling myself that I should have moved...it shouldn't have hit me, not that I wanted it to hit you, but it's natural. You're in denial. You can watch over your sister and still keep your promise."
Her words comforted him deeply. He realised that he could watch over his sister, and as before everything seemed to fit. All his worries, cares, problems and anxiety seemed to melt away. He didn't care about money, alcohol or women because he had found true heaven, his parents were with him again, after loosing them at such a young age he could now be with them forever. He was with Connie and when the time was right he would be with Evelyn again and Rick.
Until that time, he would watch from afar, gently influencing them for the better and keeping the promise he'd made to his sister..."You'll always have me old mum..."
*The End*
~*~ Awww *wipes away tear*... Please read and review...~*~ Toni-isis
A/N THERE IS GOING TO BE A SEQUEL TO THIS STORY TITLED AWKWARD SILENCE!!!!.
I may also continue the story relating to the Mummy Returns, minus the comic relief of Jonathan.
I will continue to write stories including Jonathan after these, as my work as a whole is not a series and does not rely on another fic unless it's a sequel/prequel.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, without you I would never have continued this fic!
NeffieOC, Nakhti, Neptunae, ~Zeus Fluff~ (Melissa), JonnyCarnahan, Krazy Xanadu, JLCollett (Jessica), Fan of the Mummy, Evelyn Bennett and everyone else who ever reviewed or just read and didn't review, this chapter is for you guys!
"As He closed his eyes, the world around him blackened also, for a soul was departing, a sister was weeping, An era was ending..."
Chapter Eleven- The End
Evelyn felt her brothers grip on her hand loosen, and it was then that she knew it was the end. Time seemed to stand still as her brothers chest fell for the last time.
"No..." She cried heavily into her husbands shirt, not caring about her appearance or attire. She had lost her brother, her family...when their parents had died they had vowed to always be there for each other, and now she was on her own, she'd lost her brother and she didn't want him to go. How she wished she could take back all the hateful and insulting things she'd ever said to him! The sharp insults about his drinking and habits of going out! How she wished he was still here, and that she'd been a better sister to him... Deep loss welled up inside her, a feeling so great it dared to take her over completely. She pushed the feeling away as she reminded herself that he was in a better place now...
~*~
His eyes closed with dignity, and as Jonathan let his chest fall he felt himself rise up. At first it was a strange sensation which gave one the sense of shooting upwards at precarious speeds. His pain melted away, and he knew he was reaching his final destination.
He regretted many things he'd done, and he felt guilty for leaving his sister behind, but she had O'Connell now.
He was puzzled. He saw no bright light, instead he seemed to...hover. He was hovering in a deserted emptiness, that was until a figure appeared.
His eyes saw thousands of shades of crimson, and he knew who it was.
"Connie!" He yelled, rushing forward and hugging his friend. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think to. You wouldn't have believed me." She smiled. Her satin dress showed off every flawless curve, her hair cascaded like water down her back and her eyes shone, visibly happy and full of content.
"Was it painfull-?" He asked slowly.
"No. As your sister said, I was dead before I hit the floor. You are one lucky gentleman Mister Carnahan."
"Mister Carnahan was my father." Stated Jonathan quietly, wondering about his parents.
"Indeed I was." echoed a voice. Jonathan froze. "Father?" He asked into the emptyness.
A gentleman in fine attire headed towards the male and female. On his arm was a smiling woman who was in a beautiful emerald dress. Her eyes, which bore striking resemblence to Evelyns, had welled up at the sight of her son. Both had a glowing aura about them that radiated comfort and safety.
"Mother?" asked Jonathan almost crying.
"Hello Jonathan." smiled the lady. She rushed over to her son and kissed his head.
"We've missed you."
"I haven't stopped thinking about you. Evy got a job at the Museum! And she's married to an American leggionaire. We live in our old house. I promised her I'd tell you about her-" He stopped and gazed at his parents. They looked so happy to see him... "I'm sorry." He said almost crying.
"Whatever for?" Asked the woman, holding her son at arms length.
"For being a waste of space. I've made nothing of my life-"
"You got your sister to Hamunaptra. We couldn't be more proud." interupted his father sternly.
"You mean it?" asked Jonathan tentatively.
"Yes, of course we mean it. If you hadn't stolen the box-" His mother laughed.
"A thing I most certainly do not condone!" grinned his father.
"-Then you and your sister would never have reached the city and achieved all you did. Even if you do have to keep it a secret."
"You saw-?" asked Jonathan, his eyebrows buried in a state of confusion.
"We see everything. We haven't stopped watching over you two. Even this Rick.. I think he is a perfect choice for little Evy! We were at the wedding. Remember the breeze you felt at the altar?" smiled his mother.
Jonathan nodded. "That was you?" He remembered feeling happy for his sister when he gave her away...but also loss similar to that he had just experienced. He didn't want to give up his old mum. But as he saw how much her eyes were full of love for O'Connell, he didn't regret giving her away for a second. He'd felt a chill pass through the church, and not believing in the supernatural made him dismiss the theory that it was his parents. Until now.
His parents nodded. "You did us proud Jon. Both of you have."
His mother smiled, her voice welcoming and giving off a familiar feeling of safety to Jonathan. "I know it wasn't easy giving Evelyn away. I know that you miss her."
Jonathan hugged his mother, breathing in her flowery scent that he had missed for over ten years. He felt like a child again, a child that had gotten lost in a store and then found it's parents again.
Connie smiled at her friend, happy that he was so content. Both his parents smiled as Connie went to her friends side. "Remember what I told you? About being careful? Well you messed that up, didn't you?"
"I was just so sad Connie, you were gone..."
Connie smiled sadly knowing that her death had caused her friend to drink himself into depression, but that was a thing that she had had no control over. The smile warmed Jon's heart deep inside and at that moment everything seemed to fit.
"At least we're together now, eh?" She reached out and hugged her dear friend.
Jon hugged her back, but he still missed Evelyn, and even Rick. He'd never see her make something better of herself (like become a curator or a Bembridge Scholar), he'd never see her kids. He'd never be an Uncle. He would just be a memory. A gravestone. An Uncle who drank himself to death.
He sighed.
"Don't beat yourself up Jon, it isn't worth it." comforted Connie, almost reading his mind. "I drove myself insane, telling myself that I should have moved...it shouldn't have hit me, not that I wanted it to hit you, but it's natural. You're in denial. You can watch over your sister and still keep your promise."
Her words comforted him deeply. He realised that he could watch over his sister, and as before everything seemed to fit. All his worries, cares, problems and anxiety seemed to melt away. He didn't care about money, alcohol or women because he had found true heaven, his parents were with him again, after loosing them at such a young age he could now be with them forever. He was with Connie and when the time was right he would be with Evelyn again and Rick.
Until that time, he would watch from afar, gently influencing them for the better and keeping the promise he'd made to his sister..."You'll always have me old mum..."
*The End*
~*~ Awww *wipes away tear*... Please read and review...~*~ Toni-isis
A/N THERE IS GOING TO BE A SEQUEL TO THIS STORY TITLED AWKWARD SILENCE!!!!.
I may also continue the story relating to the Mummy Returns, minus the comic relief of Jonathan.
I will continue to write stories including Jonathan after these, as my work as a whole is not a series and does not rely on another fic unless it's a sequel/prequel.