an: Happy Oct. 20th everyone! I've been waiting for this for a while and I hope I don't disappoint you :) ENJOY!

The Fall of Ra: Part 3-Someone to Have Faith in You

One Year Later

Danny was trying, once again, to convince people that his theories were correct. Few people had shown up to hear him speak, but most of them had left. Anyone who remained was there solely for the purpose of mocking him.

"Is there a lunch I didn't hear about?" Danny asked no one in particular as the last listeners slipped from the room.

With a heavy sigh, I rose from the step I had been sitting on while Danny had been speaking.

"It was a good try, Danny," I said as I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I know I'm right, Selene, I know it."

"I know it to, but it will take more than knowing you're right to convince people that what they've known for ages isn't true."

Danny gave me a sad smile. "Come on. Let's get going."

"Where are we going to go?"

"I'm not sure, but we'll figure something out. We always do."

Ever since Danny had started working on convincing people that his theories were correct, our lives had gone from bad to worse. Now, we'd been kicked out of our apartment because our grants had run out. Unbeknownst to Danny, I'd been doing some miscellaneous tasks for black market dealers. If they needed something fixed up, I did it for them for the right price. Danny couldn't know of course—he wouldn't exactly approve of it—but we needed to eat. As long as I brought home dinner for us, I didn't really care how I got the money. I'd always been fairly good with technology, so this worked out just fine. If things got too shady or dangerous, I ratted them out to the proper authorities; half of the time it was the military.

Our luck couldn't get much worse. When we left the building, it was pouring rain.

"Well, this sucks," I muttered to myself.

Danny and I pulled our coats up over out heads to try to keep dry before we picked up our suitcases and started down the road.

"Dr. Jackson! Dr. Nikolas!" a voice called out.

We turned around to see a man dressed in air force uniform. He told us to get in the car.

"Look, I don't know anything about anything right now," I told the man, "You're not getting anything out of me today."

"We're not here to get information from you today, ma'am," the man told me.

I looked at him with suspicion, but followed Danny into the car.

Inside the car was an old woman with a gold chain around her neck.

"Are these your parents?" She asked us, holding up a photo.

"Foster parents," Danny answered.

"His foster parents. I left them a long time ago. I haven't seen them for a while."

"What is this all about?" Danny asked.

"Job offer," the woman said. "Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics."

Danny looked hesitant. I, however, listened more closely. Anything to get us off of the streets and into a warm home with a legitimate job.

"Count me in!" I exclaimed.

Danny put a hand on my shoulder and shook his head. "We're ganna go," he told the woman with a fake smile.

She scoffed. "Where? All of your grants have run out. You've been evicted from your apartment. All the two of you own are in those suitcases there on the curb." In the back of my mind, I was questioning why this woman knew so much about us. "If you want to prove your theories are correct and put a roof over yours and your sister's heads, take the job." The car door opened and she handed me a piece of paper. "If you make a decision, call me tonight and we'll have someone pick you up and bring you to the facility."

We got out of the car and started looking for a dry place to talk. We finally found a bridge where we could be safe from the weather for a while. That's when I punched Danny in the arm.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"How could you even think about saying no to that?! That's a legitimate offer and you could've found new evidence for your theories! Or, if nothing else, re-establish our credibility. For God's sake, Daniel!"

"Don't you think it was strange how she knew all of that about us?"

"It's obviously a government project, Danny. They don't want just anyone working on that stuff; they go through extensive background checks before they offer someone a job."

Danny fell silent.

"Well, whether you like it or not, we're taking that job offer!"

I stood and walked over to the edge of the bridge.

"Wait, where are you going?!"

"We need this job. I'm ganna call her."