Author's Note: You know you're obsessed with The Mummy when...You spend 30+ minutes figuring out dates and ages for your story, and the movie, and then assign each character a birthday. The result? A little table, like this one!
Chronology-
Adventure Begins (August, 1923): Rick- 20, Evy- 19, Jonathan- 30
Met (March, 1926): Rick- 22, Evy- 22, Jonthan- 33
Alex Born (April 8, 1927): Rick- 23, Evy- 23, Alex- 0, Jonathan- 34
Ahm Shere (February 18, 1936): Rick- 33, Evy- 33, Alex- 8, Jonathan- 43
Imhotep Escapes (January 5, 1937): Rick- 34, Evy- 33, Alex- 9, Jonathan- 43
Four Years (July 5, 1941): Rick- 38, Evy- 37, Alex- 14, Jonathan- 48
Evelyn Carnahan O'Connell: Born January 11, 1904
Rick O'Connell: Born June 23, 1903
Alex O'Connell: Born April 8, 1927
Jonathan Carnahan: Born February 2, 1893
Yes, I was bored, and yes, I have too much free time! :) Sorry to make you read that! Now, on to the next chapter!
"To the underworld," Evy finished. She whirled around, and found herself staring directly at...Imhotep.
"Not again," Rick muttered.
Evy watched, horror etched into her features, as Imhotep crossed the room. He seemed not to notice Rick, Jonathan, or Alex. Instead, he went straight to his ancient foe.
"You," he said in his native tongue, but without the usual malice that accompanied the word. "Have freed me a second time. I am grateful." Evelyn gulped, taking an involuntary step back to the wall as he bowed, then turned and walked out of the chamber. It was only then that Evy noticed the living mummy was already fully regenerated.
"Rick," she said quietly, stumbling forwards. Instantly he was at her side, supporting her, and reassuring her. She looked up at him forlornly. "What have I done?"
"Nothing Evy, nothing. Everything will be fine!" His tone was pleading, and as she looked at him, she saw his worry had escalated. "We'll be fine Evy, just fine."
Now it was her turn to worry. "What's wrong Rick? What's wrong?" She glanced about in fear and apprehension. When she saw nothing, she frowned. "He didn't hurt me Rick. He's...different. Not like he used to be; he has no purpose." She tried to take a step and stumbled, falling limply into her husband's arms in a faint.
"He's not going to wake that Anak-su-what's-her-name again?" Jonathan asked, with his usual lack of concern. Rick turned his eyes from Evy for a moment to glare at his brother-in-law.
"Jonathan, you're not helping." Rick said, tone a half-growl. "Come on, Jonathan, Alex," who had been standing by the door like a statue the whole time, "Let's get her back outside and back to the city."
CAIRO, 1937
"I'm fine now, Rick, honest. I was just startled, that's all."
Rick sat beside the bed in their hotel, keeping a careful watch over his wife. "We're not going back out there Evy. We're going home. The only reason we're going to get involved in this is if Ardeth comes and drags us out there." Jonathan, who was standing in the doorframe, looked very happy at this idea.
"Good, good," he said with a smile. "I think I just might go for a vacation to France, or somewhere like that. Somewhere where trouble won't find me."
Evy sat up, despite Rick's protests, and looked at her brother. "You don't like being a hero, Jonathan?"
"Well, I like it fine," he replied, walking over to kneel beside the bed. "But I don't like having to worry about getting my head chopped off."
Evelyn rolled her eyes, and lay back down on the bed. "I give in. We'll go back to London, and leave the desert alone for a while. After all, that job at the British Museam still awaits me..."
CAIRO, FOUR YEARS LATER
Rick looked up from the newspaper, and towards his wife. "Evy, the war's still going strong. I don't know why I'm not over there figh-" While he was talking, Evelyn had sauntered over to him, and now she placed one hand over his mouth.
"Because I said 'no', and because you're a Med-jai, and they don't fight in these wars." She smirked, and removed her hand.
"I can do whatever the hell I want! I don't give a damn about the Med-jai! All they do is cause trouble for us!"
As if on cue, Ardeth Bay walked into the room, followed by a rather sheepish Jonathan.
"My friends, I regret that I must-"
"I'm sorry 'sis, he just walked right in and-"
Evy sent them both a glance which shut their mouth's instantly. "Now, Ardeth, I assume this is not just a friendly visit, but that you have some word of Imhotep." The Med-jai did not look at all surprised by her powers of observation, and instead got right to the point.
"He has sent you a message. It seems that he has collected a small group of followers." He held out a piece of papyrus, the ancient Egyptian form of paper, and Evelyn took it.
"Why, this is freshly made!" She exclaimed in wonder, rubbing the paper in her hands. "Much work must have been put into this." Squinting hard, she began to read, face turning from wonder, to fear, to a frown. "It would seem he is no longer interested in Anak-su-namun. H-h-he wants me to come and be his new love." Evelyn let the papyrus float slowly to the floor, and Rick lept to his feet in anger.
"He can't do that!" Rick exclaimed, grabbing hold of Evelyn and hugging her fiercely to him. Evy, in turn, clung on like she would never let go. "We'll stop him!"
Evelyn looked sadly up at her husband. "I certainly hope you will. But you will have a hard time of it. Forgive me for what will happen."
Rick frowned down at his beautiful wife, and he tenderly pushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "No matter what happens, Evy, I'll always love you." He said, and looked deeply into each other's eyes. They stared at each other, momentarily forgetting their problems, and the other people in the room.
"'Scuse me," Jonathan said after a moment. "But does this mean we're going to have to fight him again?"
"I'm afraid it does, comrade," Ardeth said solemly.
"Adventure, 'eh?" Alex asked, poking his head into the room. "Count me in!" He strode into the room, wearing a big smile. He'd grown much in four years, nearly matching his father's height and strength. "What's wrong Mum?" He was very different from that eight-year-old Alex who'd helped to defeat the Scorpion King, but from the light in his eyes, his enthusiasm hadn't changed at all.
Jonathan nodded, pleased with the arrival of his nephew. "That means I won't have to go! I'll just stay here, and Alex can..."
"No." Rick interruped, glaring at his cowardly in-law. "We'll all go-"
Another voice interruped, the voice of the former librarian, now director of the British Museam. "He can stay. Only send for him if you really need backup." She sighed deeply. "It's getting late. I want to go to sleep, so I can think about this. Ardeth, I suggest you stay in one of the guest rooms, just in case something happens. Alex, go find him a room." Alex grinned, only too happy to help the Med-jai. As the two left, Evy could hear Alex blabbering about everything that had happened since the last time the two had met; six years ago at Ahm Shere.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Evelyn was restless. Her husband was sound asleep beside her, and she lay awake in contemplation. Rick seemed to have forgotten that he was protecting her, for, as she shook him, he seemed not to awaken. A small sound in the room made Evy jump, and she glanced about in fear. She shook Rick harder, panic rising when didn't wake up. "Rick! Rick!" She said, voice becoming higher as he slept on. "Oh god, he's been drugged." The shadow approched her bed, and Evy knew what was coming.
"Please," she said quietly, voice echoing in the darkness. "Let me say goodbye to my husband." The noises paused, obviously a acquiescence to her wishes. Evelyn threw her arms around Rick's neck, and pressed her lips again his own as hard as she could, as if she could take him with her. "I love you. Never forget that. Goodbye, Rick." She kissed him one last time, tenderly, hoping that somehow he would remember this. She felt a slight prick on her arm, and the last thing she saw was her husband's face, before she blacked out.