That Dream
By: Lady-Evie
***
The clock read seventeen minutes after three a.m.
Normal people sleep at three a.m. And though he didn't consider himself 'normal' Rick O'Connell was no exception. He believed sleep wasn't a choice; it was the cure of the plague. It equaled an immense day ahead; that's not rocket science. its logic.
Rick rolled on his side taking the warm body-heated covers with him. He had made the mistake of leaving the bedroom window open but he wouldn't close it, for fear that if he got up it would keep him from going back to sleep. So what if the rain was pouring in, dampening some of his wife's treasured books she accidentally left on the table? Not to mention his shirt that had been thrown carelessly on top of them. Now how did that get there?
Lightning streaked across the sky briefly illuminating the room. The sudden brightness blinded him for an instant causing him to shield his exhausted eyes. He rolled away from the window in hopes his body would protect his pupils from further decrease. But the thought perished at the spectacle that lay before him.
Evelyn whimpered to herself as she buried her head deeper into the satin pillow. Her hair lay in pieces all around, scattered like the rain as it dripped outside. A book she had been reading recently rested on her lap folded so as to save the page she was on. Her hand was barely holding onto the book, rising and falling as it matched the steady beat of her breathing.
Rick couldn't help but smile. He loved watching her sleep. She acted as though she were a small child resting contently on dreams of bliss; dreams that he, himself, never had. Silently, he slid closer to her and placed the book on the table. After doing so he positioned his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. Evelyn moaned his name as he wrapped his muscular arms around her waist, pulling himself, if possible, even closer.
"Please..." she spoke barely above a whisper. Rick glanced up at her face and saw that her eyes were closed. Apparently she was dreaming. He carefully stroked her cheek wiping away a stray tear in the process. She moaned again mumbling non-audible words, leaving him to guess their meaning.
It was then that his body got comfortable and fell into a deep slumber. The couple remained in this position; wrapped in the embrace of the other, sleeping peacefully for as long as they could. It was a pity that this bliss of a dream was about to get a very rude awakening.
***
A scream echoed throughout the house.
In an instant Rick was fully awaken by the sudden outburst that had arisen from his own bedroom. Without delay, he took a fleeting look at his wife. Evelyn was sitting up in bed cowering like a stray kitten in the rain. Tears stained her soft cheeks and her breathing had increased by tenfold. Not knowing what else could be done, Rick embraced her trembling body whispering words softly to calm her down. The poor girl had witnessed a nightmare; one that would not allow her to sleep again anytime soon.
"Shh... it's alright," he soothed. She softly began weeping, but accepted his offer of comfort none the less. He automatically started rubbing her back, hoping to steady her abnormal breathing. He paused, however, at the sound of the bedroom door creak open.
"Dad?" a small voice whimpered. Alex pushed the door ajar and silently entered his parents' bedroom. He wore a large grey collared shirt that obviously had once belonged to his father, but no longer fit him. His blonde hair was tasseled all about setting up and flattened in pieces on each side of his head. His eyes showed he was worried but also told Rick that he was still half asleep.
"Hey sport," Rick whispered warmly as his son took a seat at the foot of the bed. Evelyn, now aware of her son's presence, sat up and promptly wiped the tears from her salty cheeks. She smiled despite that her nightmare was still playing in her mind.
"Sorry Alex, did I wake you?" she asked between sniffles. "It's okay, Mum..." Alex reassured her, "did you have a bad dream?" She smiled. "Yes darling, I had a bad dream and it frightened me is all. I'm alright; I just have to catch my breath." She clasped her chest wishing her heart would be still; the last thing she wanted was for her son to worry about her. Alex nodded understanding. Rick silently motioned for him to leave, and so without another word Alex departed to his own bedroom.
Evelyn reburied her face into Rick's shoulder, but she kept herself from crying. She held him as though he were going to disappear in front of her very eyes. And in doing so she caused Rick to worry even more.
"You okay?" he whispered. She mutely nodded, but he didn't believe her. Cautiously, he lifted her face to meet his. For many moments they kept like this, gazing into each others eyes; until Evelyn broke the deafening silence.
"My dream was unlike any other dream of mine. It-It was like a vision... or a premonition of some sort." She shivered, her body reminding her she was wrapped in no warm blankets. Rick, realizing this, embraced her once again giving her his warmth. She sighed contently.
"You... wanna tell me what you dreamt?" he offered. She looked away, not wanting the sight of her vicious nightmare to once again control her thoughts. Besides he would think she'd gone mad!
It occurred to her, however, that Rick may understand what her horrible vision meant. After all, who had been there with her when she witnessed (and resurrected) the evil high priest of Osiris? Who risked his own life to save her from being sacrificed before a multitude of dead followers of Imhotep? Her husband, that's who, the very man who now was doing everything in his power to calm her fears!
Evelyn's eyes met Rick's. She half smiled, thankful for his bravery which she could never match, for his way of thinking which kept her and her son safe, and for his compassionate strength which made her love him, if possible, even more through the years they had spent together. He would surly understand what had frightened her so.
"I was in Egypt... though it wasn't Egypt as we see it now. I was in ancient Egypt, living as the daughter of the Pharaoh Seti the first." Rick couldn't hold back a chuckle. Evelyn and Egypt... it was like salt and pepper. Evelyn continued. "In my dream, Seti had been murdered by Imhotep, and..." She paused and swallowed hard. "... and he came to kill me as well, only...only after he killed...you."
Rick really didn't know what to say. Normally Evelyn would have dreams as a consequence of her own fears. A first-rate example would be when she was four months pregnant with Alex. She envisioned that her son, who was brought into this world in absolute perfect health, would be born with two heads. Each night poor Rick tried to explain to her that the idea was completely wild and eventually the whole thing ended when the doctor had assured her that that could only happen if she were carrying twins. And that made her feel oh so much better. Not!
Rick opened his mouth, wanting to say something along the lines of "That could never happen," or "It was just a dream," but that would be lying. Over the years he's spent with her, he began to realize more and more that his wife was indeed special in her own unique way. And when she had a feeling about something, she was almost always correct. He just hoped that this wasn't one of those times.
"Maybe it was something you ate?" He joked. Perhaps his humor could make her feel better, especially since his comforting skills were inactive. Evelyn sighed peacefully before giggling. She laid her head on his shoulder, smiling.
"Don't you remember, dear? You provided dinner tonight." He felt her shake as she laughed again. He let himself smile, before he playfully got serious.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he raised an eyebrow. "Come on, I may not be an expert on cooking, hell I don't even know the difference between a pot roast and a ramp roast-"
"Rump roast." She corrected. He rolled his eyes and mouthed the words 'rump roast' in a disgusted way.
"Whatever... but anyways like I was sayin', I may not be one of the expert chefs you see in the newspapers, but you gotta admit, I make a mean cheese sandwich!" The last straw on the camel's back had been broken. Evelyn burst into a fit of laughter, as she let go of her husband and fell backwards onto her back. She rolled around on the bed laughing so hard she cried.
Rick lunged forward pinning her down by the wrists. She squirmed and squealed but he easily overpowered her. Smiling deviously he looked down on her.
"Oh. you hurt my feelings, that's not very nice." Evelyn continued to squirm, pushing with all her might. But Rick didn't budge. "Oh come on, is that all you got? That's pathetic!"
"Well you're not exactly light! It's really hard to bre-" she never finished. Rick pressed his lips against her own. At first Evelyn was shocked, but she soon felt herself melt into the kiss. Rick was firm, yet he was also gentle. Evelyn closed her eyes and moaned into his mouth. Rick replied by picking her up and turning her around, while their lips never separated. Evelyn slowly lifted her arm from Rick's neck and switched off the lamp.
****Authors' Notes****
HELLOO THERE! Wow! This chapter is finally DONE! There IS more to come though. I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, but finals were this week. But, good news is that SCHOOL IS OFFICIALLY OUT!!!! YAY!! Thank you for being patient. I hope this chapter makes up for the last one! Please review! Thanks for all your help guys!
*~Lady-Evie~*
By: Lady-Evie
***
The clock read seventeen minutes after three a.m.
Normal people sleep at three a.m. And though he didn't consider himself 'normal' Rick O'Connell was no exception. He believed sleep wasn't a choice; it was the cure of the plague. It equaled an immense day ahead; that's not rocket science. its logic.
Rick rolled on his side taking the warm body-heated covers with him. He had made the mistake of leaving the bedroom window open but he wouldn't close it, for fear that if he got up it would keep him from going back to sleep. So what if the rain was pouring in, dampening some of his wife's treasured books she accidentally left on the table? Not to mention his shirt that had been thrown carelessly on top of them. Now how did that get there?
Lightning streaked across the sky briefly illuminating the room. The sudden brightness blinded him for an instant causing him to shield his exhausted eyes. He rolled away from the window in hopes his body would protect his pupils from further decrease. But the thought perished at the spectacle that lay before him.
Evelyn whimpered to herself as she buried her head deeper into the satin pillow. Her hair lay in pieces all around, scattered like the rain as it dripped outside. A book she had been reading recently rested on her lap folded so as to save the page she was on. Her hand was barely holding onto the book, rising and falling as it matched the steady beat of her breathing.
Rick couldn't help but smile. He loved watching her sleep. She acted as though she were a small child resting contently on dreams of bliss; dreams that he, himself, never had. Silently, he slid closer to her and placed the book on the table. After doing so he positioned his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. Evelyn moaned his name as he wrapped his muscular arms around her waist, pulling himself, if possible, even closer.
"Please..." she spoke barely above a whisper. Rick glanced up at her face and saw that her eyes were closed. Apparently she was dreaming. He carefully stroked her cheek wiping away a stray tear in the process. She moaned again mumbling non-audible words, leaving him to guess their meaning.
It was then that his body got comfortable and fell into a deep slumber. The couple remained in this position; wrapped in the embrace of the other, sleeping peacefully for as long as they could. It was a pity that this bliss of a dream was about to get a very rude awakening.
***
A scream echoed throughout the house.
In an instant Rick was fully awaken by the sudden outburst that had arisen from his own bedroom. Without delay, he took a fleeting look at his wife. Evelyn was sitting up in bed cowering like a stray kitten in the rain. Tears stained her soft cheeks and her breathing had increased by tenfold. Not knowing what else could be done, Rick embraced her trembling body whispering words softly to calm her down. The poor girl had witnessed a nightmare; one that would not allow her to sleep again anytime soon.
"Shh... it's alright," he soothed. She softly began weeping, but accepted his offer of comfort none the less. He automatically started rubbing her back, hoping to steady her abnormal breathing. He paused, however, at the sound of the bedroom door creak open.
"Dad?" a small voice whimpered. Alex pushed the door ajar and silently entered his parents' bedroom. He wore a large grey collared shirt that obviously had once belonged to his father, but no longer fit him. His blonde hair was tasseled all about setting up and flattened in pieces on each side of his head. His eyes showed he was worried but also told Rick that he was still half asleep.
"Hey sport," Rick whispered warmly as his son took a seat at the foot of the bed. Evelyn, now aware of her son's presence, sat up and promptly wiped the tears from her salty cheeks. She smiled despite that her nightmare was still playing in her mind.
"Sorry Alex, did I wake you?" she asked between sniffles. "It's okay, Mum..." Alex reassured her, "did you have a bad dream?" She smiled. "Yes darling, I had a bad dream and it frightened me is all. I'm alright; I just have to catch my breath." She clasped her chest wishing her heart would be still; the last thing she wanted was for her son to worry about her. Alex nodded understanding. Rick silently motioned for him to leave, and so without another word Alex departed to his own bedroom.
Evelyn reburied her face into Rick's shoulder, but she kept herself from crying. She held him as though he were going to disappear in front of her very eyes. And in doing so she caused Rick to worry even more.
"You okay?" he whispered. She mutely nodded, but he didn't believe her. Cautiously, he lifted her face to meet his. For many moments they kept like this, gazing into each others eyes; until Evelyn broke the deafening silence.
"My dream was unlike any other dream of mine. It-It was like a vision... or a premonition of some sort." She shivered, her body reminding her she was wrapped in no warm blankets. Rick, realizing this, embraced her once again giving her his warmth. She sighed contently.
"You... wanna tell me what you dreamt?" he offered. She looked away, not wanting the sight of her vicious nightmare to once again control her thoughts. Besides he would think she'd gone mad!
It occurred to her, however, that Rick may understand what her horrible vision meant. After all, who had been there with her when she witnessed (and resurrected) the evil high priest of Osiris? Who risked his own life to save her from being sacrificed before a multitude of dead followers of Imhotep? Her husband, that's who, the very man who now was doing everything in his power to calm her fears!
Evelyn's eyes met Rick's. She half smiled, thankful for his bravery which she could never match, for his way of thinking which kept her and her son safe, and for his compassionate strength which made her love him, if possible, even more through the years they had spent together. He would surly understand what had frightened her so.
"I was in Egypt... though it wasn't Egypt as we see it now. I was in ancient Egypt, living as the daughter of the Pharaoh Seti the first." Rick couldn't hold back a chuckle. Evelyn and Egypt... it was like salt and pepper. Evelyn continued. "In my dream, Seti had been murdered by Imhotep, and..." She paused and swallowed hard. "... and he came to kill me as well, only...only after he killed...you."
Rick really didn't know what to say. Normally Evelyn would have dreams as a consequence of her own fears. A first-rate example would be when she was four months pregnant with Alex. She envisioned that her son, who was brought into this world in absolute perfect health, would be born with two heads. Each night poor Rick tried to explain to her that the idea was completely wild and eventually the whole thing ended when the doctor had assured her that that could only happen if she were carrying twins. And that made her feel oh so much better. Not!
Rick opened his mouth, wanting to say something along the lines of "That could never happen," or "It was just a dream," but that would be lying. Over the years he's spent with her, he began to realize more and more that his wife was indeed special in her own unique way. And when she had a feeling about something, she was almost always correct. He just hoped that this wasn't one of those times.
"Maybe it was something you ate?" He joked. Perhaps his humor could make her feel better, especially since his comforting skills were inactive. Evelyn sighed peacefully before giggling. She laid her head on his shoulder, smiling.
"Don't you remember, dear? You provided dinner tonight." He felt her shake as she laughed again. He let himself smile, before he playfully got serious.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he raised an eyebrow. "Come on, I may not be an expert on cooking, hell I don't even know the difference between a pot roast and a ramp roast-"
"Rump roast." She corrected. He rolled his eyes and mouthed the words 'rump roast' in a disgusted way.
"Whatever... but anyways like I was sayin', I may not be one of the expert chefs you see in the newspapers, but you gotta admit, I make a mean cheese sandwich!" The last straw on the camel's back had been broken. Evelyn burst into a fit of laughter, as she let go of her husband and fell backwards onto her back. She rolled around on the bed laughing so hard she cried.
Rick lunged forward pinning her down by the wrists. She squirmed and squealed but he easily overpowered her. Smiling deviously he looked down on her.
"Oh. you hurt my feelings, that's not very nice." Evelyn continued to squirm, pushing with all her might. But Rick didn't budge. "Oh come on, is that all you got? That's pathetic!"
"Well you're not exactly light! It's really hard to bre-" she never finished. Rick pressed his lips against her own. At first Evelyn was shocked, but she soon felt herself melt into the kiss. Rick was firm, yet he was also gentle. Evelyn closed her eyes and moaned into his mouth. Rick replied by picking her up and turning her around, while their lips never separated. Evelyn slowly lifted her arm from Rick's neck and switched off the lamp.
****Authors' Notes****
HELLOO THERE! Wow! This chapter is finally DONE! There IS more to come though. I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, but finals were this week. But, good news is that SCHOOL IS OFFICIALLY OUT!!!! YAY!! Thank you for being patient. I hope this chapter makes up for the last one! Please review! Thanks for all your help guys!
*~Lady-Evie~*
