Disclaimer: Like u don't already know. . .I don't own the characters or any
of that.
*A/N*~ Thank you again to my reviewers! Again, I dedicate this chapter to you! ^_*
I'm deciding to cut this chapter into three parts. . .just thought I might let ya know!
Oh and by the way, Antonia, I'm sorry about the anachronism. History isn't my strong suit. I'll try to be more careful about that next time. But, chances are, I won't catch them myself, so you'll have to just forgive! ;-)
Chapter 3: Dates, Gambling, and Crazed Killers. . .OH MY!
"Hello, all!" Jonathan yelled as he walked through the front door of the house.
"Hello, Jonathan." Evie, who had been reading a book in the living room, said.
"Oh, where is everyone?" He asked, as he walked into the room to see only Evie sitting on the couch.
"Rick went out to get Alex and Emily's in bed."
"Ah, yes. Well, guess what dear sweet baby sister?"
"What?"
"I've got a date! And not just with some girl from the bar, either. With. . .Nichole." He said the ending with a bit of a thoughtful and happy sigh.
"Yes, I'd wondered where the two of you had gone off to."
"Oh, I took her out to lunch. We spent two hours there, just talking! And then we went to the park and. . . well, we talked there too! Actually, we did a lot of talking. Strange. And I think she was talking to me even though I never told her any stories about our mummy adventures and all that. Can you believe it?"
She laughed slightly at the look of puzzlement on her brother's face. "And then where'd you go?"
"We went back to the museum of coarse. I stayed with her for a bit and then I left her and went out to get a little drink."
"Of coarse. Well, Jonathan, I'm glad you've finally found yourself a girl whose favorite place doesn't happen to be the bedroom and who's nickname isn't something like Cookie or Bambi."
"Evie, I'll have you know that I resent that!"
She smiled devilishly.
"But to be honest, I have to say that I'm quite happy too." He said, smiling back at her and chucking her under the chin.
Just then, the door opened again and Rick and Alex walked in.
"Hello?" Rick called into the house.
"We're in here." Evie called back.
Rick walked into the living room, Alex in toe.
"Hey." Rick said to both Evie and Jonathan and received a quick kiss from his wife.
"Hey Mum, hi Uncle Jon."
"Hello," was Jonathan's response.
"Hello, Darling." Evie said to her son. "How was the picture?"
"It was good." Alex said. He had a bit of a blush forming on his face, as if expecting an embarrassing question to be asked. But, no one asked it. "Well, I'm off to bed, then," he said, more wanting to get out of the room than anything else. "G'night."
He got a "goodnight" from everyone in the room and then ran up the stairs.
"Oh, Evie, I, uh, found this on my way to pick up Alex." He said, pulling the necklace out of his pocket and holding it up.
"Oh." She said, puzzlement etched at her brow.
"Hey, that's mine!" Jonathan said, also a bit puzzled by this.
"What? Evie said you gave it to her."
"What?" Jonathan asked, looking towards Evie now.
"Oh, did I really say that? Well, what I meant was that you left it at my office. I'd been wearing it so that I wouldn't forget to bring it home. I can't imagine how Rick would have found it though."
"It was on the side of the road. My car stopped and I saw it when I was going around to check and see what was wrong with it."
"On the side of the road?" She said, talking more to herself than to anyone else in the room. "Oh, I thought I heard something fall and hit the ground, but I didn't see anything when I looked around."
"Oh, well, I'm glad it's back here. And I'll also be very glad to take it back!" He snatched it out of Rick's hand quickly. "I'm not having another one of the precious things I own stolen. I think I'll go tomorrow and sell it."
"You do that, Jonathan." Rick said, smiling slightly.
"Ah, well, off to bed for me, then." Jonathan said, standing up from the chair he had been sitting in and walking out of the room.
"G'night," was what he got from Rick and Evie in response.
*~#~#~#~*
The next day was the day of his date. Jonathan had never been one to get at all nervous about a date, but this one was different. She wasn't like any other woman who had ever agreed to go out with him and he was quite proud and happy of his accomplishment. However, an imaginary cloud still hung over his head just waiting to burst and pour down on him in his mind. He just knew something was going to go wrong and to get his mind off of it, he figured that it'd be best to go out. Maybe even win a bit of money.
He didn't have much to lose after all except for, of course, his money. But, what else was new? So, he picked up a few f his valuable belongings- his money and thee ruby necklace-and left the house for the bar for a few games of poker.
When he reached the bar, he went to get a few drinks before starting, but he decided better of it. It wouldn't do him any good to be drunk during his date and it was a bit too early for a hard drink anyhow at only 1:45 in the afternoon.
"Jonathan!" Called a man sitting at a table playing cards. His name was Nicholas Hemmingway. He'd known Jonathan for a while now. Not that long, but long enough to know that he wasn't that bad of a poker player, but not all that good either and that he was good at one thing: the carrying and betting of a lot of money.
"Hi, Nick." Jonathan said, a bit of poorly covered up remorse in his voice. Jonathan had never liked Nick too much. He was an American. And while Jonathan didn't have a problem with all Americans, Nick Hemmingway was one of those gun-blazing-wanna-be-hero-cowboy Americans. He was much like the ones he had met up with almost 14 years ago who had opened that bloody chest and ruined the world as they had known it.
But, the man did seem to like him. Jonathan didn't know why, but he did seem to like him. So, when he had asked, Jonathan sat down with him to join in a game of poker. Little did he know, this game was nothing like any he had ever played before.
By the end of the game, he had just about cleaned everyone at the table out. Some had folded long ago and/or had chosen to stay out of it. Nick was the last one going until he at last folded too.
Jonathan had never had a game of poker that good in his life. He got royal flush after royal flush, full house after full house and seemed to be the one with all aces more often than not. He was very surprised to see that he'd gotten such good hands the entire time without cheating.
"Well, boys, are you sure you don't want to go at it again?" Jonathan asked, already knowing the answer. He pulled in all of the money and valuables, which had been sat on the table in trade.
The men sitting around the table just stared at him blankly in silence. After a while, Jonathan noticed this silence and looked up, still folding the bills and stuffing them greedily into his pockets.
"No? Well then, chaps, I think I'd best be going now." He stood up from the table, keeping an eye on the lot of them while still stuffing the money in various places, since it wouldn't fit in his left or right pants pockets anymore.
"I don't think so, Jonathan." Nick said with a cold stare.
"And why not?"
"In all the time that I've known you, you've never even gotten more than three or four royal flushes. It seems to us that you cheated."
"Cheated? Well, of coarse not! Just a bit of luck is all."
"Do you really expect us to believe that?" A dark-skinned man who had been sitting at the table asked, pulling a dagger only half way out of his jacket so that Jonathan could see it and then placing it carefully back.
Jonathan gulped at the sight of it, but said nothing.
"Do you want to come with us outside?" Another man asked. He too was American. Jonathan could tell that he didn't much have a choice, but felt that he needed to at least try.
"Well, there's no need for that. See, I-" He started rolling up his sleeves to show the men. "I haven't got a card on me."
They all stared at him coldly, showing him exactly where they stood.
"Right." He gulped again and headed out the door, the four men right behind him.
*~#~#~#~*
Well, that's all for now, kiddies!
NARRATOR, WHO WAS ADDED FOR COMICAL PURPOSES: Will Alex truly escape the wrath of his parents' routine 4-1-1? Will Jonathan get himself out of this mess? If so, then how? Find out next time on THE LUCK OF THE EGYPTIAN!!
Now, for my apologies: First, I apologize for how short of a time Rick got to keep the necklace. I love him just as much as the next person-maybe more- but I just couldn't think of anything else in the category and I was forced to move on. Second, I apologize for how long it took me to get this chapter up. I'm usually not this slow, but I had a case of writer's block.
By the way. . .have u read my other story, entitled "Evie's Somewhat Subtle Revenge"? It wuz just updated. Plz plz do read! And plz review it!! I love reviews! ^_~
NARRATOR, W.W.A.F.C.P (I'm tired and just a little loopy. . .Plz forgive!): Also, will I continue this story? If so, when? It all depends on how many ppl review and how fast I get 'em! So, if you want me to continue, review *review* REVIEW!!
*A/N*~ Thank you again to my reviewers! Again, I dedicate this chapter to you! ^_*
I'm deciding to cut this chapter into three parts. . .just thought I might let ya know!
Oh and by the way, Antonia, I'm sorry about the anachronism. History isn't my strong suit. I'll try to be more careful about that next time. But, chances are, I won't catch them myself, so you'll have to just forgive! ;-)
Chapter 3: Dates, Gambling, and Crazed Killers. . .OH MY!
"Hello, all!" Jonathan yelled as he walked through the front door of the house.
"Hello, Jonathan." Evie, who had been reading a book in the living room, said.
"Oh, where is everyone?" He asked, as he walked into the room to see only Evie sitting on the couch.
"Rick went out to get Alex and Emily's in bed."
"Ah, yes. Well, guess what dear sweet baby sister?"
"What?"
"I've got a date! And not just with some girl from the bar, either. With. . .Nichole." He said the ending with a bit of a thoughtful and happy sigh.
"Yes, I'd wondered where the two of you had gone off to."
"Oh, I took her out to lunch. We spent two hours there, just talking! And then we went to the park and. . . well, we talked there too! Actually, we did a lot of talking. Strange. And I think she was talking to me even though I never told her any stories about our mummy adventures and all that. Can you believe it?"
She laughed slightly at the look of puzzlement on her brother's face. "And then where'd you go?"
"We went back to the museum of coarse. I stayed with her for a bit and then I left her and went out to get a little drink."
"Of coarse. Well, Jonathan, I'm glad you've finally found yourself a girl whose favorite place doesn't happen to be the bedroom and who's nickname isn't something like Cookie or Bambi."
"Evie, I'll have you know that I resent that!"
She smiled devilishly.
"But to be honest, I have to say that I'm quite happy too." He said, smiling back at her and chucking her under the chin.
Just then, the door opened again and Rick and Alex walked in.
"Hello?" Rick called into the house.
"We're in here." Evie called back.
Rick walked into the living room, Alex in toe.
"Hey." Rick said to both Evie and Jonathan and received a quick kiss from his wife.
"Hey Mum, hi Uncle Jon."
"Hello," was Jonathan's response.
"Hello, Darling." Evie said to her son. "How was the picture?"
"It was good." Alex said. He had a bit of a blush forming on his face, as if expecting an embarrassing question to be asked. But, no one asked it. "Well, I'm off to bed, then," he said, more wanting to get out of the room than anything else. "G'night."
He got a "goodnight" from everyone in the room and then ran up the stairs.
"Oh, Evie, I, uh, found this on my way to pick up Alex." He said, pulling the necklace out of his pocket and holding it up.
"Oh." She said, puzzlement etched at her brow.
"Hey, that's mine!" Jonathan said, also a bit puzzled by this.
"What? Evie said you gave it to her."
"What?" Jonathan asked, looking towards Evie now.
"Oh, did I really say that? Well, what I meant was that you left it at my office. I'd been wearing it so that I wouldn't forget to bring it home. I can't imagine how Rick would have found it though."
"It was on the side of the road. My car stopped and I saw it when I was going around to check and see what was wrong with it."
"On the side of the road?" She said, talking more to herself than to anyone else in the room. "Oh, I thought I heard something fall and hit the ground, but I didn't see anything when I looked around."
"Oh, well, I'm glad it's back here. And I'll also be very glad to take it back!" He snatched it out of Rick's hand quickly. "I'm not having another one of the precious things I own stolen. I think I'll go tomorrow and sell it."
"You do that, Jonathan." Rick said, smiling slightly.
"Ah, well, off to bed for me, then." Jonathan said, standing up from the chair he had been sitting in and walking out of the room.
"G'night," was what he got from Rick and Evie in response.
*~#~#~#~*
The next day was the day of his date. Jonathan had never been one to get at all nervous about a date, but this one was different. She wasn't like any other woman who had ever agreed to go out with him and he was quite proud and happy of his accomplishment. However, an imaginary cloud still hung over his head just waiting to burst and pour down on him in his mind. He just knew something was going to go wrong and to get his mind off of it, he figured that it'd be best to go out. Maybe even win a bit of money.
He didn't have much to lose after all except for, of course, his money. But, what else was new? So, he picked up a few f his valuable belongings- his money and thee ruby necklace-and left the house for the bar for a few games of poker.
When he reached the bar, he went to get a few drinks before starting, but he decided better of it. It wouldn't do him any good to be drunk during his date and it was a bit too early for a hard drink anyhow at only 1:45 in the afternoon.
"Jonathan!" Called a man sitting at a table playing cards. His name was Nicholas Hemmingway. He'd known Jonathan for a while now. Not that long, but long enough to know that he wasn't that bad of a poker player, but not all that good either and that he was good at one thing: the carrying and betting of a lot of money.
"Hi, Nick." Jonathan said, a bit of poorly covered up remorse in his voice. Jonathan had never liked Nick too much. He was an American. And while Jonathan didn't have a problem with all Americans, Nick Hemmingway was one of those gun-blazing-wanna-be-hero-cowboy Americans. He was much like the ones he had met up with almost 14 years ago who had opened that bloody chest and ruined the world as they had known it.
But, the man did seem to like him. Jonathan didn't know why, but he did seem to like him. So, when he had asked, Jonathan sat down with him to join in a game of poker. Little did he know, this game was nothing like any he had ever played before.
By the end of the game, he had just about cleaned everyone at the table out. Some had folded long ago and/or had chosen to stay out of it. Nick was the last one going until he at last folded too.
Jonathan had never had a game of poker that good in his life. He got royal flush after royal flush, full house after full house and seemed to be the one with all aces more often than not. He was very surprised to see that he'd gotten such good hands the entire time without cheating.
"Well, boys, are you sure you don't want to go at it again?" Jonathan asked, already knowing the answer. He pulled in all of the money and valuables, which had been sat on the table in trade.
The men sitting around the table just stared at him blankly in silence. After a while, Jonathan noticed this silence and looked up, still folding the bills and stuffing them greedily into his pockets.
"No? Well then, chaps, I think I'd best be going now." He stood up from the table, keeping an eye on the lot of them while still stuffing the money in various places, since it wouldn't fit in his left or right pants pockets anymore.
"I don't think so, Jonathan." Nick said with a cold stare.
"And why not?"
"In all the time that I've known you, you've never even gotten more than three or four royal flushes. It seems to us that you cheated."
"Cheated? Well, of coarse not! Just a bit of luck is all."
"Do you really expect us to believe that?" A dark-skinned man who had been sitting at the table asked, pulling a dagger only half way out of his jacket so that Jonathan could see it and then placing it carefully back.
Jonathan gulped at the sight of it, but said nothing.
"Do you want to come with us outside?" Another man asked. He too was American. Jonathan could tell that he didn't much have a choice, but felt that he needed to at least try.
"Well, there's no need for that. See, I-" He started rolling up his sleeves to show the men. "I haven't got a card on me."
They all stared at him coldly, showing him exactly where they stood.
"Right." He gulped again and headed out the door, the four men right behind him.
*~#~#~#~*
Well, that's all for now, kiddies!
NARRATOR, WHO WAS ADDED FOR COMICAL PURPOSES: Will Alex truly escape the wrath of his parents' routine 4-1-1? Will Jonathan get himself out of this mess? If so, then how? Find out next time on THE LUCK OF THE EGYPTIAN!!
Now, for my apologies: First, I apologize for how short of a time Rick got to keep the necklace. I love him just as much as the next person-maybe more- but I just couldn't think of anything else in the category and I was forced to move on. Second, I apologize for how long it took me to get this chapter up. I'm usually not this slow, but I had a case of writer's block.
By the way. . .have u read my other story, entitled "Evie's Somewhat Subtle Revenge"? It wuz just updated. Plz plz do read! And plz review it!! I love reviews! ^_~
NARRATOR, W.W.A.F.C.P (I'm tired and just a little loopy. . .Plz forgive!): Also, will I continue this story? If so, when? It all depends on how many ppl review and how fast I get 'em! So, if you want me to continue, review *review* REVIEW!!