So! In the mummy Seti dies in 1290 BC, in reality he took the throne in 1290 and died in 1279. I don't think whoever got the timelines for the film realized in BC the years went backwards. So on that note, we are just going to roll with it and say he died in 1290 as well for this story. Also, just in case it wasn't obvious…I do not own the characters or anything. So yeah, don't sue me…I got enough problems in my life.

Evy was pulled from her deep sleep later that night, her head rose from her husband's chest, his arm firmly around her waist while the other held his shotgun close. She allowed her vision to clear and took in the camp, curious what had risen her. At the far end of the tent Alex slept soundly, the rise and fall of his blanket told her he was deep in dreamland, a few feet from him Jonathan snored on. She was about to lower her head back onto her husband's chest when the feeling of being watched struck her. She shifted quietly from her husband's hold, soothing him back to sleep as his grip on his gun tightened as he stirred awake as well.

"Shh, it's alright, it's just me." She whispered patting his chest to assure him.

"Don't be gone long." He mumbled back, relaxing his body and falling back asleep.

Evy quietly stepped away from the campsite, walking not far off to where the statue of Bast in cat form stood. Her eyes seemed to reach into her soul, her heart raced as she stared into the statue's eyes. She knew she was being ridiculous, knew this was all in her head, yet what had brought her here?

Bembridge Scholars had reached out to her only last week, expressing the urgency and importance of getting an excavation team down here to unearth what they believed could have been the greatest find next to King Tut. As the second in command to the curator, Evy had been volun-told to lead the team, much to Rick's dismay, they were back on Egyptian soil before he could fully argue. The team would be arriving bright and early tomorrow, or in a few hours, depending on the time. Evy had been more than happy to be home, but the memories of what had once happened here still haunted her, as she was sure it did everyone else.

Egypt had once been a place of comfort for her, a complete 180 turn from the world of London. Her history was here, her family had been at one time too, she met her husband here, birthed her only child. Now, it had been soiled with one horrible incident. What was once happy memories of beauty, love and excitement were tainted with the thought of her blood covering the golden sands, every time she closed her eyes the look on Rick's face as she lay in his arms dying haunted her. Her final breath was his own, if not for Alex's quick thinking, her then 8-year-old son would have returned home an orphan.

Rick had barely left her side the entire 3 days they had been here and was extra cautious of anything that may be of a threat. When they had arrived onsite, her heart had sang, she didn't know how to explain it, but she was meant to be here. She had hid this from everyone, naturally. After her dreams had led to her death and resurrection, she refused to let any of them in on this sixth sense she seemed to have. She could hear humming in the back of her mind, growing louder and louder as she approached the statue, as if the sound alone willed her feet to move. As she stopped inches from the mouth of the statue, her hand reached out to stroke the stone made cat.

Her fingers ghosted over the hard material before petting the cat with a firmer touch. As her palm made contact the humming sound began to cause vibrations in her chest, as if the ground below her were moving.

"What are you doing?" A voice pulled her out of her trance, the humming stopped, the vibrations ceased and Evy's hand fell to her side.

"What?" She mumbled, believing the statue had been the one to ask such a question.

"Mum? What are you doing?"

Evy turned to see her son standing a few feet from her looking as lost as he had the day she misplaced him in the museum for the first time. He had been 2 years old at the time, Rick had gone with Jonathan back to London to set up the house for their recent move and despite her own better judgement she had brought him along to the Cairo Museum so she could tie up some loose ends before they uprooted their lives. After a frantic search and several tears spilt, he had ended up jumping out from behind a sarcophagus with a look of utter glee on his face.

It had honestly been in that moment she realized Alex was too much like her brother.

"Are you alright?"

"Fine. I just…couldn't sleep and was admiring the craftmanship on this artifact." She quickly thought up.

"Yeah, gorgeous mum. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Perfectly so."

Alex nodded his head before taking his mom by the hand and leading her back to camp. Knowing soon his dad would be up looking for her; the man never slept well without his wife at his side. Alex watched quietly as Evy made her way next to her husband and fell back at his side before he allowed his own eyes to close. He lay there, pretending to sleep, wondering what could have woken him up along with his mother.

With the rising of the sun came another day as well as the excavation team Bembridge Scholars had promised. Evy had started assigning areas to dig while Alex would aid in coding and cataloging any artifacts found that were worth taking back to the British Museum. He sat off in his corner of the tent silently reading over his daily studies when a digger had approached him with a box. He took it graciously and started labeling it in a journal his mother had left behind for him. He marked down the dimensions, its condition and a best description has he had seen his mother do a million times over.

As he cleared sand from the small concrete box and looked over the hieroglyphics etched on the lid, he could feel warmth rising from it with each passing second. Having learned his lesson from previous experiences with boxes and chests, Alex deposited the item into the sand as far away from him as possible, amongst several other trinkets that had been dug up. No way in hell was he going to open that. He did his best to push it from his mind and went back to his studies while in the distance his mother barked out orders in Arabic and English to the diggers.

Jonathan sat under the tent at the opposite end as his nephew and watched as his sister took charge. She was in her element out here amongst the sand and heat. Her long tresses were in a sloppy bun atop her head as she picked up a shovel and started to help the dig along. She had taken up residence at what she believed was the entrance of the tomb and was digging away mercilessly, before dropping her shovel to pick up a pickaxe and started chipping away at the wall.

Jonathan sat up straight and watched in awe-stricken horror as his sister hacked away at a wall as if she were possessed. Her moves were violent and quick, complete disregard for the history in front of her, no care whatsoever. What was she doing? He wondered, she looked to be increasing her speed as a few diggers yelled at her. Each one pleading with her in their native tongue to not destroy the history.

That was so unlike her, Evy was all about preservation of the ruin. Since the time she was a child and they joined their parents on digs, he would always be out to have fun, not caring what he disturbed. While seven years his junior, she chided him like a mother. In fact, that's why he had referred to her as 'Old Mum' for so long, a personal joke between them that she acted far older than her actual age. The name had stopped when she had become a real mother to Alex, suddenly her chiding and discipline fitted her role.

"Mr. O'Connell! MISTER O'CONNELL!" One man yelled to Rick as Evy's efforts became more crazed.

Jonathan hopped up from his seat and ran out to his sisters' side, calling for his brother-in-law as he attempted to approach her. Behind him he could hear footsteps as well and Alex calling out to his father, bless the boy and his vitality, as he was able to rush past Jonathan and was at his mother's side before anyone else. He barely missed being hit on his mother's backswing and with moves he had only ever seen the boy's father used, has wrapped his arms around his mother from behind, stilling her range of movement. He had his fingers wrapped around her wrists and by the time Jonathan approached, he was white knuckled and shocked Evy still managed her grip.

Rick was there only seconds letter ripping the tool from her hand as quickly as possible, but careful not to harm her. Once stripped of her weapon, Evy collapsed out of her son's grip and into her husband's waiting arms. Alex wasted not one second and turned to clear everyone else from the scene. Shouting in Arabic for the diggers to take a break and move alone. Jonathan helped clear everyone away as well, knowing his sister was safest in the embrace of her husband.

"Hey, are you alright?" Rick asked looking her over. She nodded shamefully but managed to look him in the eyes. She looked apologetic but her eyes were dry and distant.

"I can't let them see. They must not know." She whispered to him.

"See what? What are you talking about?" He questioned checking her face for any inclination of what she spoke.

"Her secrets…they die here." She mumbled, pushing past him and placing her hand on the wall she had been attempting to destroy not only minutes before.

Rick followed her hand as it ran over what remained of the hieroglyphics, hoping his limited knowledge could help him make sense about what she was saying. He gasped in surprise and his eyes went wide when he noticed as her hand trailed over the carvings, blood was left behind. She was mumbling something to herself, as if though in a trance as her blood smeared the limestone door.

"Ok, that's enough. No more of that." He said, covering her mouth with his hand and pulling her away from the entrance.

He half walked her, half carried her back to the tent where he pulled out a first aid kit and went about cleaning and binding her hand. The wound was nowhere near as bad as it seemed once the blood was cleaned off and frankly, he was shocked so much had escaped from a wound so small. Nevertheless, he bound her hand in gauze and gave her the canteen to drink some water. He watched her in awe as Alex came over to her side. His hand fell to his mother's chin and raised her head to make eye contact with him.

Her stare was blank and cold. As she locked eyes with her son, she began speaking again. The words were Ancient Egyptian and Alex hung on to each one hoping to try and decipher what his mother was saying. He looked up to his father who looked both petrified and angry, his eyes leaving his wife's to look his son over, begging for any kind of help.

"What's she saying?"

"It's a prayer, a prayer of protection to the Goddess Bastet. 'Beloved Bast, mistress of happiness and bounty, twin of the Sun God, slay the evil that afflicts our minds as you slew the serpent Apep. With your graceful stealth, anticipate the moves of all who perpetrate cruelties and stay their hands against the children of light. Grant us the joy of song and dance, and ever watch over us in the lonely places in which we must walk.'" Alex translated, confusion as he had never heard this prayer before.

"Why in the bloody hell is she praying to an ancient God for? We were raised Catholic." Jonathan interrupted, his outburst only fueling to the ongoing animosity of the atmosphere surrounding the four of them.

"Rick." She whispered out before collapsing in her husband's arms.

Alex shot to his feet and rushed over to the bag his mother had packed. Rick watched curiously as he dug through his parent's belonging's and returned with a journal his mother had kept.

"Alex, I don't think your mother would appreciate you reading her journal." Rick said lightly tapping his wife's cheeks to try and rise her.

"She keeps notes of everything she finds pertaining to Nefertiri in here. She told me everything she knows about the princess is in here." Alex said as he flipped through pages and walked back over to his parents. Rick sat there in silence as his son skimmed each page searching for an answer. Jonathan bounced on his feet in anticipation. "Here! It says here Nefertiri was a direct line between the people of her father's kingdom and the Goddess, Bastet."

"What does that have to do with your mother?" Jonathan pressed.

"Maybe nothing, but maybe…Nefertiri is trying to warn us of something."

Thebes 1301 BC

"Father!" Nefertiri called out, running into her father's waiting embrace.

He had been gone over a month on a crusade to Lower Egypt in hopes of obtaining the land which had once belonged to the kingdom long ago. He had left her eldest brother Rameses the Second in charge while he had been away, the man had taken the role almost too seriously. Though only two years younger than her, as the first born male, she had stripped her of any rights she may have once had to the throne.

Nefertiri smiled as her father hugged her tightly, happy to be back in his kingdom with the people who mattered most. In the distance, Anck-su-namun stood silently, awaiting her lover's daughter to move aside so that she may gaze upon the man she had come to share a bed with. She bowed to her pharaoh from her position far from the immediate family and scowled as Nefertiri's mother came into view, embracing her husband as well and welcoming him home.

Though he had many wives, she had yet to be one of them, dreaming of the day he would take her hand as well before the God's. Instead she was cast aside like sand, his concubines just as abundant. She had been the only one to stay this long and not be made a bride. Anger boiled in her blood, wanting more than to be strung along. She craved the power that came with being one of his queens, longed to bare him a child so she would be seen as worthy enough.

Instead, Anck-su-namun watched on in humiliation. She lowered her head and bowed out of the main hall, desperate to find solace in betrayal. By turning to one of the pharaoh's most trusted High Priests and seeking physical comfort there she felt she still had the upper hand. If he would hurt her this way, she would do the same, even if it was forbidden for her to bed another.

Nefertiri watched as Anck-su-namun bowed out right as her mother and father left as well, leaving her alone. She took in her surroundings to be sure she was alone before fleeing out into the courtyard and away from the palace. Her feet carried her small frame down into the Medjai camp where she witnessed several of her father's bodyguards observing the slaves as they emptied her father's carriage and tended to the horses. Other's where embracing with smiles.

Several of the Medjai had been ordered to leave with her father on the month's journey. One in particular had returned and for the first time she would see him since the last full moon. One of the younger men turned to face her, as his eyes fell upon her and lowered his head in respect of her presence. The other men turned to see who he was bowing too and immediately followed suit.

"My father has sent me here to speak to Rai." She spoke clearly, showing her intentions were of the purest.

The men parted and from amongst them a tall man with sun kissed skin emerged.

"My princess." He bowed deeply for her.

She turned on her heal and walked away, he followed closely behind, watching anyone within an eye's view of her. Cautious if someone would jump out in front of her and attack. He looked on as she led him away from the palace and towards the Nile where she welcomed him with open arms. He looked around to be sure they were alone before falling into her arms. Their lips met as they embraced, his mouth tugging at the skin at her neck while her hands dance upon his.

He was a cursed man, a man who had promised his purity and innocence to Ra in the name of the pharaoh and the throne had become the desire of Egypt's direct line to Bastet. The Goddess of fertility, sexuality and childbirth had sunk her claws into him. She had vowed to never allow another to touch her, but him. Which had served its own problem, if he keeps his vows to Ra, no one would ever touch the pharaoh's daughter. She would forever remain pure and chaste. This would break her vows to Bastet, causing lack of faith in the Goddess to the people. Truly he was in a no-win situation. His own love and lust for the princess did nothing to aid in him keeping his own chastity. He had almost given in to her several times now, and his own limits were close to being reached.

"Have you made up your mind?" She teased him, her hands wondering at his belt along his waist. She would never force herself upon him but allowed him to decide what was best.

"I wish nothing more than to serve at your altar." She smiled brightly, her body humming at his words. "But my vows are strong." Her smile waivered before she kissed him once more and held him to her.

"I respect your wishes. My temple remains yours and yours alone. If and when you are ready to pay tribute…I will be waiting." She placed one more kiss on his before walking back to the palace and leaving him alone amongst the reeds.

Egypt 1937 AD- unknown number of miles from Memphis.

Evy stirred in her husband's arms and looked around as the three men in her life were once again staring at her as if she were going to disappear before their very eyes. She looked up at Rick and saw the worry etched on his face. Both Alex and Jonathan had the same looks, she moved to sit up and noticed her hand hurt when she leaned on it. Lifting it up she saw it had been wrapped in gauze and some blood had managed to stain the outer cloth.

"What happened?" She wondered, not knowing how much time was missing from her, but from the looks, a lot had happened.

"What do you remember?" Rick asked brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

"I was helping the diggers at the entrance. We were close to getting the door completely free of sand. Why?"

"Evy, honey…you fell into some kind of trance. You picked up a pick-axe and started chipping away at the door." She looked at him in shock.

"You almost destroyed all the carvings." Alex chimed in, hoping to help jog her memory, but from the look on her face she was just as lost as before, if not more so.

"Whatever remains is now covered in your blood." Rick whispered nodding to her bandaged hand.

"Why? Why would I do such a thing?" She questioned herself.

"That's not all." Alex got out, he knew he couldn't keep this from her, he knew she had to know everything. "You were praying to Bastet for protection in Ancient Egyptian."

"I was?" All three men nodded in agreement. "Well, let's just hope she grants it to us."

"What do you mean?" Rick said looking to her confused.

"If everything you said is true, then Nefertiri knows whoever is buried here and is trying to make sure no one disturbs them."

"Should we pay heed?" Jonathan asked.

"That's almost impossible Uncle Jon. The door has been unearthed, you can't just clear out a dig funded by George Bembridge, himself, and trust everyone here to just forget it happened. Whatever is under this sand we need to be sure we do not disturb it."

"She won't let me be harmed." Evy muttered, then motioned to her hand. "Not unless its necessary."

"What could be necessary about that?" Rick asked.

He wasn't sure what to believe anymore. Her past life as a princess had become a new obsession for her, oddly enough it had strengthened their sex life as well. She had told him before her past life had been dedicated to only one man, a man of God. Someone she was not meant to be with but was drawn to. She had even once mentioned how in her dreams, he had held a strong resemblance to himself. He hadn't paid any attention to it, figured it had never caused either one of them harm, but now…things had changed. Her blood was staining an ancient wall and her past self was surfacing with prayers and even possibly a warning. When did he draw the line? When was enough, enough? At what point was he to decide to pull her out of the desert and take her back home?

Deep down, he knew he could never do that. This land was her blood, her birth right…for thousands of years it seemed. Even their buddy Ardeth-Bay and convinced him there was merit to everything Evy said. Taking her from this world would only cause her to resent him, and he didn't think he could live with that, he only breathed because of her. Both metaphorically and literally. Without her, he was nothing. She had literally saved him from death at the gallows 13 years ago, and every day her presence pushed air in and out of his lungs.

"I'm not sure." She spoke, answering his question and pulling him out of his thoughts. "However, perhaps it's best if I stay and catalog the artifacts for a while, hmm?" She offered, hoping to settle her husband's fears by promising to not place herself in any more dangerous circumstances, for the time being anyways.

"Sounds good."

"I'll take her place at the door." Alex volunteered all too eagerly. "Could be a few days before we get it opened."

"I'll stay with the lad and help out as best I can as well." Jonathan volunteered.

"Fine, just…don't cut yourself either." Rick nodded them off as he looked back to his wife.

"She loved him so much she promised herself only to him. When she was meant to have as many men as possible and produce an heir to the new pharaoh, she refused. What kind of secret could she had hidden in these sand…hundreds of miles from home?"

"Evy, you and I both know what we are going to find down there. My only concern is that it stays dead, and no more curses follow us home."

"She couldn't have kept it." She shook her head confused, part of her believing her husband was right, the other part terrified he was. "Her father or brother would have ordered its demise. She would have broken her vows to Bastet and her lover would have done the same to Ra. Rick…if there is indeed a child, or adult that connects to Nefertiri or her Medjai lover…we may be dealing with something far stronger than Imhotep. This being, would have been cast aside with no parents, nothing but resentment for the Gods and her own existence. The queen would have nothing to lose."

She sounded terrified as she spoke, her limited knowledge begging to know what had happened thousands of years ago. Their presence in this place made sense now, the Goddess had called back her concubine, had led her right into the clutches of her greatest enemy. Perhaps Bast had taken in the girl after her mother had forsaken both child and Goddess. Maybe the deal the girl couldn't keep was to murder her mother instead of claiming her throne. Blood had been spilt on this land and not just her own. She had a sinking feeling whatever lay beneath the sand needed to be left alone.

"If that's true, Evy, we need to hope we can stop her before she accomplishes whatever she intends to."