By May It Be
~~ Authors Notes: This one took a bit longer then I was planning to get out. I'm SOOO sorry. I didn't think it would be that hard to write. OBVIOUSLY, I was wrong! Grrrr… Anyway, hope you like. As always Sankyou ALL for the reviews. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to continue on this though. I'm not sure how many people want me to and for some reason I feel I've butchered it. Its taken a DRAMATIC turn from what I originally had planned so I'm rethinking how I'm gonna do this. Any suggestions would be nice. Oh Well. Anyway, enjoy this chapter. Ja ne!
Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Mummy', 'The Mummy Returns' or any of the characters belonging to them. (Just the bad guys, 'Heneb and Andrahi, Taniif, Hassan and other Misc. characters you don't recognize.) So please do not sue me I have no money this is just for twisted entertainment purposes only. However, the idea's and plot for this are solely mine. Do not take them please, ask first if you want them and can do better justice to it. Sankyou!
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Chapter Six….. "Poisonous Problems. "
A finger twitched.
"Ardeth?…… Ardeth!"
Mm.. what's going on?
"I think he's coming around!"
What happened?
"Hey old boy, open your eyes."
I cannot remember.
"Come on buddy, you've gotta wake up."
Wake up?
"Ahi, he's going to be alright isn't he?"
But, am I not dead?
"Yes Hassan, please, just go fetch the healers."
Ana mish faahim…
Ardeth's fists clenched around the blankets spread atop him, fighting hard to open his heavy eyes as he heard muffled shuffling from his left and then feet running through the sand.
He swallowed hard, his eyelids finally fluttering halfway open and groggily stared up at the ceiling of the tent. "Oh thank God," Evelyn breathed, falling into Rick's side in relief. O'Connell nodded, exchanging a worried glance with Taniif across from him then looked back down at Ardeth's confused pale face.
The Med-jai swallowed again, feeling someone take up his left hand and squeeze it gently. He looked about him through the soft candlelight slowly, taking in the worried, drawn faces of his closest friends. Ardeth started violently with a gasp as he recognized them, trying in vain to rush into a sitting position and pull away from the taunting visions of his companions. This cannot be happening!
"Whoa, hold on there!" Rick exclaimed, grabbing his friends shoulders and held him down. How was this possible?!? How could they be here?! How could I be here? "Calm down, Ardeth, its ok," Taniif whispered, keeping a reassuring grasp on the struggling Med-jai's hand. "Calm down."
A sudden wave of vertigo hit the weakened Ardeth full force in reply to his violent outburst, causing him to go slack in O'Connell's grasp with a surprised groan, his vision swimming and blurred. Rick gently laid him back against his pillows, pulling the thick blankets up over his shivering form muttering comforting words quietly.
Quickly Evelyn moved up towards the Med-jai's head, feeling his flushed cheeks for fever and with a sigh carefully replaced the wet cloth that had fallen from his forehead when he sat up. "What's taking the healers so long?" she asked, exasperated, looking up at Taniif whose attention was still upon his friend.
"They will be here shortly. We must keep him still, the more he moves the more rapidly it will spread," he replied, holding tighter to Ardeth's left hand, his other reaching up to wrap over the numb searching fingers of Ardeth's right hand; trying to hold him stationary. What? Still, why?
Evy nodded grimly, looking back down to Ardeth.
Ardeth slowly opened his eyes again once the nausea passed, not having noticed he'd closed them, his mind replaying the last things he could remember over again in his head. Waking from Rick and Evelyn's-- that dream, Taniif being taken away, the O'Connell's being killed and then--
Seeing his friend more or less calm Rick began talking to him, trying to keep him that way. "Hey buddy, how you feelin'?" he asked, moving closer towards Ardeth, watching the Med-jai leader weakly wriggle the pinned fingers of his right hand free of Taniif's grasp and try to reach up to his bare shoulder, feeling for a wound that was not there.
Ardeth remained silent, starring at their faces; his eyebrows knitting up in worry and confusion when his fingers encountered no tender bullet hole. But, but it could not have been just a dream-- could it? I feel so horrid, it... it must have been real. But...how--?
"Ardeth?" Taniif questioned, worried at his friend and leader's silence. Ardeth's half-lidded gaze shifted towards him, his sight overlaid with the vivid memory of his friend screaming at him and struggling against the men in red for freedom as he himself had laid prone on his bed roll bleeding to death. "I… am confused… Wh-what happened?" he asked, his voice weak and no more than a vague whisper. Despite his utter confusion though, he was relieved beyond words that his friends were all alive and well.
They had to lean in to hear him and even then it was almost too soft.
Silently the group shifted nervously, looking at one another in worry. Evelyn bit her lip, looking back down at Ardeth before turning to her brother at her side. "Jonathan, could you please go fetch Ardeth some food and some more water. He needs to regain his strength." At least what he can of it before—no, don't think like that!' She mentally berated herself.
Carnahan paused for a moment, looking her in the eyes and nodding. "Sure thing Old Mum," he replied, patting her folded hands before standing and exiting the tent.
"We'll have you patched up in no time buddy," Rick said with a lopsided –forced– grin, wrapping his free arm around Evy's shoulders. Yes, great, wonderful. "What…happened?" Ardeth asked once again. They were stalling and he knew it. Why was everyone suddenly being so, how is it, 'touchy-feely' with me now? They avoided every serious question he asked. Ever since the O'Connell's had arrived they've been acting as if I were dying-- Wait… Could THAT be it? Am I--?
"Ardeth… you've been unconscious for almost four days," Rick blurted, receiving an elbow in the gut from Evy who glared up at him. Ardeth just blinked in reply. What!? If there was no bullet wound then how could that have happened?
"Do you remember those men we encountered at the Museum?" Taniif asked then, watching his friend's silent face. Ardeth shifted his eyes weakly to him, remaining mute.
"The- the one who injured you, he, the blade.. it… it was poisoned. You have eight days from the time the venom enters your blood to live." He paused, averting his eyes sadly from Ardeth's wide-eyed gaze. Poison? "That was five days ago. You have three more…"
Oh. So, that is it, I am dying. That would explain the grogginess and weakne- wait a minute! "How do you know this?" Ardeth asked, his voice still incredibly soft but stable now, no longer shaking.
"A man dressed in red confronted the camp the day we returned. He must have followed us back from Cairo. We could not rouse you to meet him and he knew why…he explained to us that you were poisoned and that you would die before the next full moon if you did not give them the 'book'." It was most certainly all a dream then, if they do not have it. "Which ever that is." Taniif mumbled the last to himself, watching the patterns in the quilt spread atop Ardeth.
"He said they would give us the antidote if we gave it to them. Somehow though, I don't think they really mean to," Rick said then, looking across at Taniif's lowered head.
Rick knew what he was going through. It was so painful watching Ardeth suffer like this, it was like watching a brother with cancer wither away before your eyes but worse. They knew there was a way to reverse the poison's effects, it was almost within their grasp, almost, but there was little to no chance that they would be able to obtain it. Those men made sure of that.
All attempts to find an antidote so far had failed.
Vaguely Ardeth nodded, swallowing hard again, pooling as much strength as he could to talk. Blast this weakness! "I.. doubt they will as well… And- I will not give them.. what they ask for," he whispered, pausing and swallowing after every other word, his low lids fluttering closed on occasion, and each time fighting to reopen. "Even if it costs you your life," Rick said, stating it quietly rather then asking it, knowing full well that Ardeth would sacrifice himself if he had to.
The Med-jai leader locked gazes shakily with O'Connell, a faint fire blazing in their hazy, dark depths. Rick nodded.
"No one- must ever posses the book or.. the Chosen one… no matter the cost," he replied softly, turning his head to again gaze blankly up at the blurry canvas ceiling.
"This 'book', what is it? Why is it so important? Is… is it one of those--?" Evelyn asked, removing the cold cloth from Ardeth's forehead and dipped it back in the basin, wringing it out quickly. Ardeth shook his head quietly, trying to regain enough strength to speak what needed to be said.
"Perhaps-- we should wait, he is too weak to explain now," Taniif said suddenly, watching as Evy carefully bathed Ardeth's chest, neck, and face with the wet cloth before replacing it again upon his clammy forehead. Evy nodded, patting Ardeth on the shoulder and brushed the bangs from his eyes. "You need to rest." Yes, rest, I need rest.. However.. this must be done. Now.
The Med-jai leader blinked back dizziness and the gray that was forming around the edge of his vision. He weakly reached out and took a hold of Taniif's arm, who looked down at him, almost startled at the contact. "Please… c-call the Elders to- a.. a meeting and send word to the Med-jai of Abydos...to be on their guard…" Ardeth ordered, his grip loosening and his hand falling limply back to his chest. Taniif blinked in confusion as did the O'Connell's.
"You are not strong enough now to meet them sir, I think it best--" He was interrupted then as Hassan and the healers returned, who tried to quickly usher everyone out of the tent. Evelyn steadfastly refused as did O'Connell.
"This must- be done, Taniif..." If.. I am going to die.. this must be done now. It can wait no longer…
Ardeth looked expectantly up at Taniif as the other stood. He nodded with a conquered sigh. "I shall do as you wish, Ardeth," he replied, bowing low and turning to leave with his little brother in tow after bidding the others goodnight and ordering the healers to take good care of his poisoned friend.
The healers, of course, complied silently, setting about their work to help Ardeth and make him comfortable in every way they could.
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~~~~~~( The fires in the golden torch pots burned and flared to life, brashly painting and licking constantly at the gold dusted and lavishly colored hieroglyphs decorating the walls. The room was silent save for the constant beat of the flames and the deft shuffling of sandaled and bare feet that carefully scraped through the sand littered floor.
The Med-jai moved about their work mutely, most with bowed heads and averted eyes, preparing the pedestal and sacred blades and placed the three books of Egypt in their respective places about the room. All had heavy hearts, weighted by what had come to pass and what was yet to come. All feared this day. They had lost one king, and now feared they would loose another.
'Heneb watched numbly from his perch, as three of the palace painters carefully decorated and painted upon Andrahi's smooth, hairless flesh.
Swirling dark black and blue designs danced through the gold dust already set upon his skin, the men also tattooing in new marks of distinction and rank as well as scrawling, or rather, etching the ancient binding script into his back, bathing the shallow scratched glyphs in his own blood.
Andrahi made no sound as the blades were bore upon him, did not even grace the pain of the knives with a wince, the only outward sign of his discomfort being an occasional twitch of a willow wisp finger or clenching of the fist or jaw.
'I cannot believe he is really doing this.' `Heneb thought, shifting uncomfortably. It hurt him just to watch! He could not imagine what his dearest cousin was going through.
He sighed and shook his head, giving up on the idea of becoming comfortable, 'Not this day, or any after if he should die…' and silently stood, walking with lowered eyes towards his cousin's form kneeling over a bracing stone bench. He placed a softly shaking hand upon his cousin's shoulder, brushing gently across the thick silk hair that lay there, feeling the tense muscles below constrict and shift in pain.
"It shall not be long cousin, the scribes shall finish soon," he whispered into Andrahi's ear as he knelt next to him, surveying the red mass of lashes upon his back and winced in sympathy. The long haired man shook his head, leaning further forward on the cold stone bench clenching his white knuckled hands, reaching one up to grasp almost painfully so onto `Heneb's for comfort.
"There is still much more to come, Cousin... The spell must be cast upon the front as well as the back," Andrahi rasped in reply, clenching his pristine teeth tight behind slack black-lined lips. `Heneb looked sadly upon him, running his hand over Andrahi's hair soothingly.
"Is that really necessary? Is not the back enough?" he asked, glancing again at the hieroglyphs splayed over his hunched back and shoulders.
Andrahi shook his head sharply. "No, it must be both; the spell will be stronger with both," he replied, looking at `Heneb's drawn face from the corner of his kohl lined eyes. Silently, `Heneb nodded, lowering his eyes for a long moment, thinking before speaking again. Andrahi was so much wiser then his twenty years of age, but this was most certainly not one of his better decisions in `Heneb's opinion, but he knew now the futility of fighting with him.
"What else must be done?" the older cousin asked finally, watching dutifully as the scribes carved over the sensitive area of the spine. Andrahi went further rigid despite his efforts to hold still, remaining mute however to the pain and Heneb's question.
`Heneb's heart sank deeper.
"I must work now upon your legs and front, sir," one of the younger painters said then, leaning back from his work and stood. "We must move now to the pedestal." Another spoke, standing as well and turned to catch one of the passing Med-jai. "Have the ash spread and the honey prepared," he ordered quietly, watching as the warrior nodded, averting his eyes from his master's blood and moving to the stone alter.
Carefully, Andrahi pulled himself to his feet, visibly wincing as he stretched; his back and arms pulling on the already torn flesh.
"We must move quickly now," the young scribe said, taking up Andrahi's arm and pulling him slowly towards the stone 'bed'. "The more blood that escapes, the harder the binding shall be." )~~~~~~
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The sun was just cresting over the cliffs and dunes, casting dark blue shadows over the rivers of yellow sand, giving body and waves of life to the white dusted desert. The sky was gold and pink, what few clouds there were, were ivory with copper lining glowing vaguely in the sky giving way to a beautiful sunrise. The large Med-jai camp slowly arose to the gentle breeze of morning, a heavy tension settling soon over the previous slumbering calm.
The healers sleepily exited Ardeth's large tent, meeting with Taniif who awaited them, quietly conversing in a low somber tone as the rest of the camp awoke and prepared for the new day. The morning fires were already blazing and the cooks were hard at work preparing the day's first meal, the heavy scents of cooked meat and thick stews billowing through the air.
Hadji silently moved up to the tired group, pulling Taniif aside before he could begin speaking with the healers, casting occasional glances at his leader's dwelling with worried eyes.
"The message to Abydos was sent last night as Ardeth ordered… I- am not sure I understand why, however, but it is not my place to question him." Hadji spoke in Arabic, muttering the last to himself absent mindedly, then locked gazes with the older man again. Taniif nodded as well, listening, mutely stifling a yawn.
"The perimeters around the camp and Hamunaptra have been doubled as well, and the elders have been called to a meeting. They should be assembled within the next four hours." Taniif raised an eyebrow, clasping his hands behind his back. "That soon?" he asked, glancing again back at Ardeth's tent as two of the healers reentered it.
Hadji nodded, watching the healers curiously as well.
"Yes, if not sooner. They were informed of the meeting last night; luckily, most of them were already here at the time. Iaib and Sheik were in Cairo and shall be here within the next hour, and Jahad was already on rout here from 'home' when he received the order." He spoke softly, his eyes still upon the tent.
"Good. And.. what of the informant?" Taniif asked, shifting his weight onto his left foot cocking his head to the side.
At that Hadji looked down, studying the sand below his booted feet, fists clenched at his side. "No word has come from or of the messenger. None of the men have spotted him or any others near the city…What was the point in him coming here and demanding this 'book' in return for an antidote, if he will not return himself in time for it to be of use?" He asked, his voice full of emotions Med-jai warriors were not supposed to show, ranging from meekness, to fear, to anger.
It was understandable. He held his King close, as they all did. They, as one, loved and respected Ardeth, as he did them. It would devastate all the Med-jai if they were to lose him.
Taniif looked silently upon the younger, shorter man for a moment before he reached forward and clasped his shoulder firmly. "We are all worried, Hadji." He spoke softly, watching the man's lowered head as he simply nodded. "The Master is strong, he would not be beaten so easily. Keep your heart light."
Hadji nodded silently again, raising his head to lock gazes with Taniif once more, searching them for conflicting emotions to his words. He straightened and took a small step back. "Any other orders?" he questioned, looking for the umpteenth time to the healers who were now in turn staring back. Taking the hint, he prepared to leave. Taniif lowered his hand and nodded, re-clasping it with the other behind his back.
"Yes, see to it that proper accommodations are prepared for the Elders and the meeting hall is in order for their arrival. Oh, and if the O'Connell's have risen, see to any of their needs as well. But if they are not yet awake, please do not wake them."
"I shall," Hadji bowed and turned to leave, but paused suddenly and half-turned back. "Take good care of Master Ardeth, Taniif. May Allah be with him," he said softly, bowing again and starting on his way. "Yes, may he indeed," Taniif replied gently, looking down as his eyes flooded with emotion before he turned back to the waiting healers.
The eldest of the three healers moved forward to meet him a few feet away from the entrance to the dwelling, keeping his voice low. "He is awake," he said softly, motioning the other two apprentice healers back into Ardeth Bay's tent. "He is none too happy with our drugging him to sleep last night, let alone our having to force feed him our medicines and the food he needs to regain his strength." The man snorted, absently rubbing the palm of his hand against his pants were his robes split.
"That boy always was the stubborn one," the healer muttered to himself with a not-quite smile. "I know the state of his stubbornness, it sprouts from having a big heart I assure you," the younger warrior said. "How is he otherwise?" Taniif asked, watching the usually lighthearted elder man, his voice as serious as a straight pin.
The healer shook his head sadly then, taking in a deep breath before exhaling it in a heavy sigh.
"He has regained all the strength I believe he can, without the antidote. He can move around a slight bit and he should be able to talk for long periods of time --as he seems so determined on doing this afternoon-- but with some difficulty, however. The venom has already affected his air ways, causing abnormal breathing and heavy wheezing." The man shook his head, locking eyes with the taller warrior.
"I do not recommend him walking on his own either. To be truthful, I do not recommend any walking at all, it will only serve to spread the venom faster, but he insists he must. And as I can not go against his word, I am forced to let him, but he must have aid at all times." The graying man paused, keeping a strong lock on Taniif's gaze. "I am afraid that, by tomorrow, he will not be able to move."
"Without aid you mean?" Taniif asked, folding his arms and shifted to his other foot trying to hide his distress. The elder man shook his head sadly. "No. No, I mean at all. He simply will not have the strength to move, possibly not even talk." The healer paused and chewed on his bottom lip, breathing in the sweet scents of breakfast. "We must get that antidote before nightfall tomorrow! If not, he will have a maximum of possibly two days to live. There's nothing more we can do except keep his fever down and give him pain medication."
Taniif exhaled, closing his eyes and lowering his head. He nodded silently to himself, running all the different ways he could kill the men who did this over and over again in his head. "Sir?" One of the apprentice healers asked, walking up to Taniif and the older man. The tall warrior looked up watching the young healer. "Yes?"
"Master is asking for you," The young man said in broken English, fiddling with his hands behind his back. "I will be there in a moment." Taniif said, nodding again before turning back to the lead healer. "Anything else I need to know?" The healer shifted, looking at his young friend.
"Yes. Do not let him get excited or emotional, keep his talking and movements to a minimal if you can. There is a bottle of green liquid next to his bed; if he has too much trouble breathing or has a coughing fit have him drink from it. Other then that, all I can say is keep him comfortable." The tall warrior nodded. "You and the others go rest now, you need your sleep," Taniif told him, stepping closer to the tent.
The healers nodded, the elder sending the two younger ones ahead of him. "If I see the O'Connell's I will explain to them all I have told you and I will send them over," the last healer said before he turned to go.
"Shukran," Taniif said after him, watching a moment longer as the man went on his way.
"Do not thank me now, Taniif. Thank me if he lives..." The graying man replied grimly without stopping, continuing on his way.
The Med-jai warrior nodded at him, wide-eyed, before turning back to Ardeth's tent, taking a deep breath before entering. Quietly he made his way to his leader's side, kneeling quickly next to his seemingly asleep pale form. He winced inwardly at the labored sound of the Med-jai leader's wheezed breathing and the cold white pallor of his skin. Ardeth did not stir as Taniif knelt and removed the cloth from his clammy forehead, dipping it in the basin of cool water next to his bedroll.
"I thought you were awake," he muttered to himself, wringing out the cloth and dabbing gently at Ardeth's face, cleansing his pale flash with the cold touch. Taniif dipped the cloth again in the basin, wrung it out, and replaced it upon his leaders forehead, brushing the bangs aside carefully. "I am," Ardeth said suddenly, his eyes remaining closed. Taniif almost jumped out of his skin when he spoke.
"You startled me," Taniif breathed, adjusting the thin blanket atop Ardeth's form. "I know," he replied, his eyes still closed, a ghost of a smile upon his pale cream lips. Taniif snorted, glaring at him. "Why did you not speak when I entered?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest. "…I could not help myself…" Ardeth replied, his small smile widening. "Oh if your father could see you now, scaring off poor defenseless young men!" Taniif spoke in a mock hurt, raising his nose as he looked away.
Ardeth snorted softly. "Your hardly defenseless Taniif, and your hardly a young man." Taniif's mouth fell open in shock, laughing as he lightly punched Ardeth's bare shoulder. Ardeth winced at the light hit, the poison coursing pain through his veins like blood, but continued to smile gently none-the-less. "Oh! Forgive me I was not thinking," Taniif apologized quickly hurriedly trying to make sure his childhood friend was comfortable.
"Think nothing of it… I suppose, I deserved it." Ardeth said quietly, coughing as he opened his eyes. "Laa," Taniif shook his head, looking away from Ardeth. The Med-jai chieftain closed his eyes again, trying to take in deep breaths and calm his spinning vision.
"Have… Have the elders been called?" he asked, remembering more important matters he must see to. His friend nodded, looking back up. "Yes, they should be here within the next few hours. Preparations are already being made, and word has been sent to Abydos, as you ordered." Ardeth nodded, folding his hands over his stomach. "Good. And the camp?"
"The guard has doubled around the camp and Hamunaptra. If anyone is spotted you will be informed immediately," Taniif replied, folding his own hands in his lap, watching his leader carefully. "I.. I want you to have a guard with you at all times, Taniif." Taniif's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Me? Why, what's wrong?" Ardeth shook his head, opening his blurry eyes again and locked gazes with his companion. "I can not explain it right now. Just do it, please."
Taniif studied him a moment longer then nodded with a small smirk. "Alright, I shall, but just to make me feel better I'll make sure there is one with you as well," he said triumphantly, crossing his arms over his chest again. Ardeth laughed softly, wincing as it caused his chest to constrict painfully, and he started coughing again.
Taniif quickly took up the bottle the healer had indicated and uncorked it, picking up Ardeth's head gently and held it to his lips. "Here. Drink."
Ardeth nodded his thanks when he finished and slowly forced himself into a seated position, pulling the blankets tightly around himself when he noticed the absence of all his clothes save the large gauze wrappings around his wounded side and left bicep. He raised an eyebrow at Taniif who grinned and yet still managed to look sheepish. "The healers. You were burning with fever two nights ago. They wanted to cool you and bring it down." He informed, scooting back slightly. Ardeth nodded.
"You should go rest. I was told you were up all night waiting for me to awaken. I wish to bathe and dress now, I am in no further need of help." Taniif shook his head and stood, trying to help Ardeth as he too struggled to his feet, keeping a firm grasp on the thin blanket draped about him.
"No, I have other orders. You must have aid at all times, the healers said," Taniif replied, threading Ardeth's arm over his shoulder and his own around his leaders too thin waist. Taniif frowned at how slender he had become. Ardeth had always been thin but now, he could almost feel the bones pressing tight into his flesh.
"I am quite capable of bathing myself," Ardeth quipped then, removing his arm from Taniif's shoulder and took a step forward. He promptly lost his balance and stumbled back against the older man. "Perhaps. But how will you get there?"
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TBC!
Whew! That was confusing and REALLY long. Heh. SO sorry it took so long to get posted, I was seriously stuck for about a week and had to work all the next so I didn't have much time to write. Ah well, I Hope you enjoyed it! And I hope it surprised you! ^__^ Lol. Stay tuned cause there's more surprises to come! LOL Mwahahahaha! YES, The NEXT installment will be ACTION (of all sorts) Packed!! Wahoo! Anyway, all suggestions are welcome with open arms and all comments and criticism is as well of course! (Good Grief! I didn't get Jonathan in this one hardly at all!! Grrrrr! Well, next chapter hopefully!. Yes. NEXT chapter for sure! ^_~ Promise.)
Oh by the way, just incase you didn't know all scenes with Andrahi and `Heneb are set 3,000 years ago when Imhotep was cursed. Everything else should be happening in order after the last scene before it (not including `Heneb / Andrahi scenes of course) unless otherwise indicated. (just wanted to clear that up)
Ah well, Hope you liked it! PLEASE review if you did! (Or didn't for that matter. I just wanna know someone's reading this. *grin* J/K)
Translations:
Laa = No
Shukran = thank you
Ahi = Brother
Ana mish faahim = I don't understand
(Thanks to Deana for the Translation help!! And of course the wonderful Beta-ing!!!!!)
Shukran! Come back soon!