Author: O'connells_mummy_girl
Contact: sweetcake904@yahoo.com
Notes: Alright, I don't own any characters from The Mummy (obviously). I'm going to need your help with this one! I need ideas on what's going to happen next! If you have any great ideas, just post them as a review and see if they make it into the story!
Summary: This story takes place a couple months after the events of The Mummy. Evie is still working at the muesum, and Rick and Jonathan are... just being Rick and Jonathan.
Unconditional Love
Ciaro, Egypt 1926
Perched behind her desk, Evelyn Carnahan looked around her office. Books and paper work scatered everywhere, she felt overwhelmed.
Evelyn jumped as there was a loud knock on the door. "Come in!" she called, composing herself agian.
Rick peeked his head in. The same goofy grin on his face that always seemed to be there,"Are you busy?"
Evelyn smiled when she saw him. Feeling a big weight lifted from her shoulders. O'connell could always be counted on to help her relax a bit. "Yes, pretty busy. What are you doing here?"
He glanced at his watch then looked back at her,"Lunch date, remember?" he raised an eyebrow,"Eleven thirty."
She hid her face in her arms which were folded on the desk. Then quickly looked back up at him,"I'm sorry, Rick..."
The smile on his face suddenly disapeard,"Can't... agian." Rick sighed heavily,"Alright. Well... how about dinner? If you're home by then, that is."
Evelyn gave him a guilty look,"Dinner sounds great."
"Good." he walked over and gave her a quick kiss. "See you when you get home then. Bye."
"Bye, sweety."
Rick took his time heading back to the car. The second date this week she had not been able to make it to. The seventh this month. The fourth time he was planning to ask her to marry him durring. He shoved his hand in his pocket, fingers brushing agianst the small, velvet ring case. Rick knew Evelyn loved her job, and would never ask her to quit. But he also thought she loved him. Half of the time she was just heading off to the muesum as he woke up and coming home after he had eaten and was practically ready for bed. Almost never being able to see eachother was starting to make him a little peeved. He wasen't sure how much more he would take.
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Evelyn made her way through the house, looking for Rick and finding him on the back porch, just staring out over the city. "Hey, am I to late for dinner, O'connell?"
Rick was startled by her sudden presence, but got ahold of himself quickly and turned to face her,"Not at all." he put his arm out and she walked over to him, sliping her arms around his waist as he wraped her in his own warm embrace.
"Rick, I really am sorry about today." she rested her head on his shoulder,"Things at the museum just get really busy. I never ment to ignore you."
Rick diden't say anything, he just enjoyed holding her. He had never been good with words. Why spoil it? He'd just say the wrong thing if he opened his mouth. That he was sure of. Somewhere deep inside him, though, something was telling him that this exact thing had been happening way to much.
"So how about we go to dinner now?" she gave him a reasuring squeeze before looking up at him,"I'll even pay."
"I have a better idea." he grinned down at her,"What do you say to a romantic dinner right here? Just the two of us?"
"What if Jonathan comes home?"
"He never comes home before ten. Plus, by the time he gets here he's so drunk he just stumbles up to his room and passes out."
Evelyn giggled,"Alright, a romantic dinner here seems wonderful." She let go of him and grabed his hand and lead him into the house.
The couple had a fun (and disasterous) time cooking together. Rick stood behind Evelyn and looked around the kitchen. It was a complete mess. Flour and who knows what else layed in a think layed of most of the counter. Pots and pans scattered all over and overflowing the sink.
He let out a loud laugh.
"What's so funny?" Evelyn looked back at him.
"Look at this place!"
She turned around. A shocked expression on her face,"Did we do all this?"
"I belive so." Rick told her, using his thumb to brush a bit of flour off her chin. He studied her beautiful face for a minuet. Those big brown eyes that he had gotten lost in the second he saw her for the first time. That golden smile. Those lucious lips... he leaned in and kissed her tenderly for a second then pulled back before he lost control of himself. "Uh, let's eat?" he suggested.
"Let's." Evelyn choked out. He knees were a bit weak from the kiss and she wasen't so sure she could walk on her own. He arms stayed around his neck and she stayed in her place.
"Umm, honey. I think this incudles moving." Rick pointed out.
"Hmm? Oh, I do belive you're right." she back up a bit, a sheepish grin on her face. Evelyn just turned around and started to take things into the dinning room.
Rick followed after finding a box of matches in a drawer. He walked out and located a couple candels and placed them in the middle of the table.
When Evelyn came out with the last of the food she smiled,"Aww."
He chuckled,"You can't have romance without candel or moonlight. And seeing as we don't have moonlight yet we'll have to do with candels."
She walked over and let him pull out her chair for her. "Thank you sir." she teased.
"M'lady." Rick pushed the chair in then took a seat himself. "I hope this tastes good because if it dosen't then we ruined the kitchen for nothing."
"I woulden't say nothing... We had a great time diden't we?"
"Yes we did. I guess it wasen't nothing at all." he took her hand in his,"You know, I'm enjoying having you all to myself right now."
"I'm enjoying it too, Rick." Almost before she finished her sentance, the phone rang.
Rick groaned loudly. Seeing the torn look on Evelyns face he let her hand go,"Go ahead an answer."
Evelyn stood up and dashed for the phone.
Rick could hear her whole conversation from the other room.
"What?!... Oh my god... are you sure?... alright, thank you... yes, I'll be right in."
By then Rick had figured out it was the curator. When he heard she'd 'Be right in' he simply stood up and went to his room. Make that three times this week, eight times this months, and five failed trys at proposing.
"Rick." Evelyn called as she walked back to where he had been just seconds ago,"Rick?" she felt a titlewave of guilt wash over her. Knowing that he was mad, she blew out the candels and left a note telling him someone had broken into the museum and stolen some artifacts and that she should be home in a few hours.
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It was about eleven by the time Evelyn made it back. Her who body was throbbing with pain and sleepyness, her head was the worst, it was screaming at her to take a break. She slid out of her shoes and softly made her way up the stairs and glanced in Jonathans room to see him out cold on the bed. She next walked to Ricks room. He was standing infront of the window. The look on his face told her he had been thinking overtime and was trying to hold back tears at the moment.
"Evelyn." he said her name as if it hurt him. Maybe it did.
"Yes, Rick?"
"Have you ever had to do something that you knew you had to do, but would give absoluetly anything to not have to?"
She leaned, exausted, agianst the door frame,"Rick, darling, can this wait until the morning? Right now I just want to sleep."
"No, Evelyn..." he paused and turned to her,"By morning, I'm going to be gone."
Rick's words hit her like a ton of bricks. He wasen't accualy going to leave her? She knew she shoulden't have answered that call. She felt short of breath and barely made it to the bed before she colapsed.
He squated down infront of her. "Evelyn, I don't want to do this, but I have to... It woulden't be fair to either of us if I stayed."
She locked eyes with him, knowing that no matter what she said, he was going to go. She had already hurt him enough. "Rick..."
Rick held up a hand to stop her,"You have my devotion, my love... and my attention, Evie. I may have your love but the rest of it you put into your job. I know that you love me. And I love you too, but I also know that you aren't ready to love me. Maybe I was wrong to think you were. My whole life, I haven't been serious about anything. My only love was adventure. Then I met you. And you were like this angel sent to rescue me from everything that I got myself into. Then I knew what living felt like. Then I was finally serious about something."
"I'm serious too, Rick. I'm just... just..." Evelyn diden't know how to explain what she was going through,"Scared. I'm scared because I've never felt this way about anyone, or anything. Work is just a way to keep me focused on something besides the fear."
"Exactly, Evelyn. I'm what you fear, which meens your work keeps you focused on something besides me. I'm scared too, but I can atleast try to handel these things." he stood up,"And we need to call it quits until you can handel your fear." he reached into his pocket and grabed the little box, placing it gently in her hand,"For the past month I've been carrying that around, waiting until you have a free second for me when I could ask you to make me the happiest man alive and say you'd marry me. It was dumb of me to think you could put your life aside." Rick felt the tears pricking his eyes, but he made himself be strong and hold them in.
"No, it wasen't dumb of you. It was dumb of me to put you aside." she had let a few tears escape,"Please don't leave me... please... don't leave."
Rick shook his head, turning his gaze to the floor,"I have to leave Evelyn. Because I love you. I have to go." he grabed the bag he had stuffed a few clothes in and turned his back. Walking out of the door. It took all the strength he had in him not to turn around and take her into his arms as he heard Evelyn break down into hysterical sobs...
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Contact: sweetcake904@yahoo.com
Notes: Alright, I don't own any characters from The Mummy (obviously). I'm going to need your help with this one! I need ideas on what's going to happen next! If you have any great ideas, just post them as a review and see if they make it into the story!
Summary: This story takes place a couple months after the events of The Mummy. Evie is still working at the muesum, and Rick and Jonathan are... just being Rick and Jonathan.
Unconditional Love
Ciaro, Egypt 1926
Perched behind her desk, Evelyn Carnahan looked around her office. Books and paper work scatered everywhere, she felt overwhelmed.
Evelyn jumped as there was a loud knock on the door. "Come in!" she called, composing herself agian.
Rick peeked his head in. The same goofy grin on his face that always seemed to be there,"Are you busy?"
Evelyn smiled when she saw him. Feeling a big weight lifted from her shoulders. O'connell could always be counted on to help her relax a bit. "Yes, pretty busy. What are you doing here?"
He glanced at his watch then looked back at her,"Lunch date, remember?" he raised an eyebrow,"Eleven thirty."
She hid her face in her arms which were folded on the desk. Then quickly looked back up at him,"I'm sorry, Rick..."
The smile on his face suddenly disapeard,"Can't... agian." Rick sighed heavily,"Alright. Well... how about dinner? If you're home by then, that is."
Evelyn gave him a guilty look,"Dinner sounds great."
"Good." he walked over and gave her a quick kiss. "See you when you get home then. Bye."
"Bye, sweety."
Rick took his time heading back to the car. The second date this week she had not been able to make it to. The seventh this month. The fourth time he was planning to ask her to marry him durring. He shoved his hand in his pocket, fingers brushing agianst the small, velvet ring case. Rick knew Evelyn loved her job, and would never ask her to quit. But he also thought she loved him. Half of the time she was just heading off to the muesum as he woke up and coming home after he had eaten and was practically ready for bed. Almost never being able to see eachother was starting to make him a little peeved. He wasen't sure how much more he would take.
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Evelyn made her way through the house, looking for Rick and finding him on the back porch, just staring out over the city. "Hey, am I to late for dinner, O'connell?"
Rick was startled by her sudden presence, but got ahold of himself quickly and turned to face her,"Not at all." he put his arm out and she walked over to him, sliping her arms around his waist as he wraped her in his own warm embrace.
"Rick, I really am sorry about today." she rested her head on his shoulder,"Things at the museum just get really busy. I never ment to ignore you."
Rick diden't say anything, he just enjoyed holding her. He had never been good with words. Why spoil it? He'd just say the wrong thing if he opened his mouth. That he was sure of. Somewhere deep inside him, though, something was telling him that this exact thing had been happening way to much.
"So how about we go to dinner now?" she gave him a reasuring squeeze before looking up at him,"I'll even pay."
"I have a better idea." he grinned down at her,"What do you say to a romantic dinner right here? Just the two of us?"
"What if Jonathan comes home?"
"He never comes home before ten. Plus, by the time he gets here he's so drunk he just stumbles up to his room and passes out."
Evelyn giggled,"Alright, a romantic dinner here seems wonderful." She let go of him and grabed his hand and lead him into the house.
The couple had a fun (and disasterous) time cooking together. Rick stood behind Evelyn and looked around the kitchen. It was a complete mess. Flour and who knows what else layed in a think layed of most of the counter. Pots and pans scattered all over and overflowing the sink.
He let out a loud laugh.
"What's so funny?" Evelyn looked back at him.
"Look at this place!"
She turned around. A shocked expression on her face,"Did we do all this?"
"I belive so." Rick told her, using his thumb to brush a bit of flour off her chin. He studied her beautiful face for a minuet. Those big brown eyes that he had gotten lost in the second he saw her for the first time. That golden smile. Those lucious lips... he leaned in and kissed her tenderly for a second then pulled back before he lost control of himself. "Uh, let's eat?" he suggested.
"Let's." Evelyn choked out. He knees were a bit weak from the kiss and she wasen't so sure she could walk on her own. He arms stayed around his neck and she stayed in her place.
"Umm, honey. I think this incudles moving." Rick pointed out.
"Hmm? Oh, I do belive you're right." she back up a bit, a sheepish grin on her face. Evelyn just turned around and started to take things into the dinning room.
Rick followed after finding a box of matches in a drawer. He walked out and located a couple candels and placed them in the middle of the table.
When Evelyn came out with the last of the food she smiled,"Aww."
He chuckled,"You can't have romance without candel or moonlight. And seeing as we don't have moonlight yet we'll have to do with candels."
She walked over and let him pull out her chair for her. "Thank you sir." she teased.
"M'lady." Rick pushed the chair in then took a seat himself. "I hope this tastes good because if it dosen't then we ruined the kitchen for nothing."
"I woulden't say nothing... We had a great time diden't we?"
"Yes we did. I guess it wasen't nothing at all." he took her hand in his,"You know, I'm enjoying having you all to myself right now."
"I'm enjoying it too, Rick." Almost before she finished her sentance, the phone rang.
Rick groaned loudly. Seeing the torn look on Evelyns face he let her hand go,"Go ahead an answer."
Evelyn stood up and dashed for the phone.
Rick could hear her whole conversation from the other room.
"What?!... Oh my god... are you sure?... alright, thank you... yes, I'll be right in."
By then Rick had figured out it was the curator. When he heard she'd 'Be right in' he simply stood up and went to his room. Make that three times this week, eight times this months, and five failed trys at proposing.
"Rick." Evelyn called as she walked back to where he had been just seconds ago,"Rick?" she felt a titlewave of guilt wash over her. Knowing that he was mad, she blew out the candels and left a note telling him someone had broken into the museum and stolen some artifacts and that she should be home in a few hours.
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It was about eleven by the time Evelyn made it back. Her who body was throbbing with pain and sleepyness, her head was the worst, it was screaming at her to take a break. She slid out of her shoes and softly made her way up the stairs and glanced in Jonathans room to see him out cold on the bed. She next walked to Ricks room. He was standing infront of the window. The look on his face told her he had been thinking overtime and was trying to hold back tears at the moment.
"Evelyn." he said her name as if it hurt him. Maybe it did.
"Yes, Rick?"
"Have you ever had to do something that you knew you had to do, but would give absoluetly anything to not have to?"
She leaned, exausted, agianst the door frame,"Rick, darling, can this wait until the morning? Right now I just want to sleep."
"No, Evelyn..." he paused and turned to her,"By morning, I'm going to be gone."
Rick's words hit her like a ton of bricks. He wasen't accualy going to leave her? She knew she shoulden't have answered that call. She felt short of breath and barely made it to the bed before she colapsed.
He squated down infront of her. "Evelyn, I don't want to do this, but I have to... It woulden't be fair to either of us if I stayed."
She locked eyes with him, knowing that no matter what she said, he was going to go. She had already hurt him enough. "Rick..."
Rick held up a hand to stop her,"You have my devotion, my love... and my attention, Evie. I may have your love but the rest of it you put into your job. I know that you love me. And I love you too, but I also know that you aren't ready to love me. Maybe I was wrong to think you were. My whole life, I haven't been serious about anything. My only love was adventure. Then I met you. And you were like this angel sent to rescue me from everything that I got myself into. Then I knew what living felt like. Then I was finally serious about something."
"I'm serious too, Rick. I'm just... just..." Evelyn diden't know how to explain what she was going through,"Scared. I'm scared because I've never felt this way about anyone, or anything. Work is just a way to keep me focused on something besides the fear."
"Exactly, Evelyn. I'm what you fear, which meens your work keeps you focused on something besides me. I'm scared too, but I can atleast try to handel these things." he stood up,"And we need to call it quits until you can handel your fear." he reached into his pocket and grabed the little box, placing it gently in her hand,"For the past month I've been carrying that around, waiting until you have a free second for me when I could ask you to make me the happiest man alive and say you'd marry me. It was dumb of me to think you could put your life aside." Rick felt the tears pricking his eyes, but he made himself be strong and hold them in.
"No, it wasen't dumb of you. It was dumb of me to put you aside." she had let a few tears escape,"Please don't leave me... please... don't leave."
Rick shook his head, turning his gaze to the floor,"I have to leave Evelyn. Because I love you. I have to go." he grabed the bag he had stuffed a few clothes in and turned his back. Walking out of the door. It took all the strength he had in him not to turn around and take her into his arms as he heard Evelyn break down into hysterical sobs...
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