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the characters, okay? *sniff* *tears* Geez, make a girl cry. . .*WAIL*
*A/N*~I'm okay now. *blows nose loudly into hanky* I guess. . .
Anyway, thanks again to every1 who reviewed! Such inspirational reviews too! Luved 'em.
Chapter 4: A Sudden Lucky Visit
Now, Jonathan stood backed into the corner of an alley with all four men in front of him. The one man who had before been showing Jonathan the dagger was now picking his yellowish-brown teeth with it. The other American man was standing next to him with a solemn face on, holding a gun. The next man, who was a native, was also holding a knife and Nick, who was apparently the leader of the crew, was standing in between them all with arms crossed across his chest.
"Now, fellas, you can have your money back. I don't care. I-"
"Shut-up, Jonathan." Nick cut him off. "We *will* take our money back and we'll also have just a little bit of fun with you."
Jonathan winced, and then shut his eyes tightly, anticipating the pain that he was about to feel.
*#~#~#~#*
Ardeth Bay found himself walking down the busy streets of Cairo that day. He had had an urge to go visit his old friends the O'Connell's, although he didn't know why.
As he passed an alley, he heard a voice that he was all too familiar with. It was O'Connell's brother-in-law, Jonathan, and apparently he had gotten himself into a bit of trouble-something that he was not at all surprised by.
*#~#~#~#*
Jonathan suddenly heard a voice that he thought he recognized say, "What are you up to, gentlemen?" but figured it was his mind playing tricks on him. He guessed he had wanted badly enough to be saved, his mind had made up a character that could save him.
"What's it to you?" The dark-skinned man asked the voice. But, that didn't make any sense. . . The voice was in his head. Wait! It really was real! Jonathan finally opened his eyes to see Ardeth Bay standing at the end of the alley. "Thank God!" Jonathan breathed.
Ardeth smiled slightly. "I just wanted to help you out some. You see, it would not be very wise to do what you are about to do." He slowly walked over to the four men surrounding Jonathan.
"And why is that, stranger?" Nick questioned.
Suddenly, Ardeth whipped out his sword and in the blink of an eye, it was resting on Nick's neck. Nick swallowed loudly and the three other men readied their weapons, waiting for the command.
"Get out of here, my friend." Ardeth said to Jonathan who nodded shakily and quickly answered, "Will do!" He saluted his friend and then did what he did best: ran away and hid from danger.
"To answer you question," Ardeth said staring into the man's eyes with ferocity, "I do not want to kill you, but if it is needed, I will."
"Yeah. We-uh-let's get out of here, guys." Nick said, not moving an inch for fear of being struck down with the blade, "It's not worth our time."
Ardeth then took down his sword, smiled slightly, and then nodded. "Glad to hear it."
The men then ran away out of the alley. Jonathan, who had been standing at the very outside of it yelled, "Yeah, that's right! And don't come back, bloody bastards!"
"Do you enjoy getting yourself into trouble?" Ardeth asked with a grin.
"Well, it does prove to make life more interesting." Jonathan smiled back.
Ardeth nodded.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"Well, I felt like a visit. It seems that it is a good thing that I came."
"Yes. A very good thing, chap."
*#~#~#~#*
Jonathan guessed it would be best if he stayed out of the bar for the rest of that day. . .he had caused enough trouble.
So, he drove Ardeth back to the house.
"Ardeth, what are you doing here?" Evie asked as they walked through the front door.
Ardeth blinked twice before answering, "Why is it that I am always being asked that question?" He chuckled.
"Oh. So sorry, Ardeth. It's just that I hadn't expected you here."
"I wanted to come and visit. It turns out that it is a good thing I came."
"What do you mean?" Evelyn asked, confusion etched at her brow.
Jonathan sighed audibly. "A couple of men from the bar were mistaken in their accusations of me cheating in a poker game."
"I had to save him from their wrath." Ardeth laughed.
"I'll have you know that I would've been fine on my own!" Jonathan yelled defensively.
"Oh, please, Uncle Jon. You couldn't have done anything. You know that." Alex, who had been sitting on the couch eating a sandwich said. Evie and Ardeth both laughed, knowing for a fact that that was very true.
"Yeah, yeah." Jonathan then looked at his watch. It was about 5:30. "Well, I've got some time to kill. I think I'll go grab a small bite to eat."
"And I'll go get Rick, Ardeth. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you after such a long while."
"And I him. It has been almost half a year."
Evie started up the stairs to get her husband.
*#~#~#~#*
"Ardeth, what are you doing here?" Rick asked him, walking down the stairs with his daughter in his arms.
Ardeth sighed and smiled, shaking his head. "What is it about me? Do I just not seem like a nice enough person to want to come visit?"
*#~#~#~#*
*Done*
I told you that I was splitting it into three parts! You really didn't think that one of the parts would be short? Sry it's short, but it had to be done. The next chapter's Jonathan's Luck Date! Want me to get to writing it? Well, that means you have to review! Confused? Well, you see, reviews = inspiration which = next chapter. Get it? Got it? Good! Well, g'bye for now! *#~#*
Alicia
*A/N*~I'm okay now. *blows nose loudly into hanky* I guess. . .
Anyway, thanks again to every1 who reviewed! Such inspirational reviews too! Luved 'em.
Chapter 4: A Sudden Lucky Visit
Now, Jonathan stood backed into the corner of an alley with all four men in front of him. The one man who had before been showing Jonathan the dagger was now picking his yellowish-brown teeth with it. The other American man was standing next to him with a solemn face on, holding a gun. The next man, who was a native, was also holding a knife and Nick, who was apparently the leader of the crew, was standing in between them all with arms crossed across his chest.
"Now, fellas, you can have your money back. I don't care. I-"
"Shut-up, Jonathan." Nick cut him off. "We *will* take our money back and we'll also have just a little bit of fun with you."
Jonathan winced, and then shut his eyes tightly, anticipating the pain that he was about to feel.
*#~#~#~#*
Ardeth Bay found himself walking down the busy streets of Cairo that day. He had had an urge to go visit his old friends the O'Connell's, although he didn't know why.
As he passed an alley, he heard a voice that he was all too familiar with. It was O'Connell's brother-in-law, Jonathan, and apparently he had gotten himself into a bit of trouble-something that he was not at all surprised by.
*#~#~#~#*
Jonathan suddenly heard a voice that he thought he recognized say, "What are you up to, gentlemen?" but figured it was his mind playing tricks on him. He guessed he had wanted badly enough to be saved, his mind had made up a character that could save him.
"What's it to you?" The dark-skinned man asked the voice. But, that didn't make any sense. . . The voice was in his head. Wait! It really was real! Jonathan finally opened his eyes to see Ardeth Bay standing at the end of the alley. "Thank God!" Jonathan breathed.
Ardeth smiled slightly. "I just wanted to help you out some. You see, it would not be very wise to do what you are about to do." He slowly walked over to the four men surrounding Jonathan.
"And why is that, stranger?" Nick questioned.
Suddenly, Ardeth whipped out his sword and in the blink of an eye, it was resting on Nick's neck. Nick swallowed loudly and the three other men readied their weapons, waiting for the command.
"Get out of here, my friend." Ardeth said to Jonathan who nodded shakily and quickly answered, "Will do!" He saluted his friend and then did what he did best: ran away and hid from danger.
"To answer you question," Ardeth said staring into the man's eyes with ferocity, "I do not want to kill you, but if it is needed, I will."
"Yeah. We-uh-let's get out of here, guys." Nick said, not moving an inch for fear of being struck down with the blade, "It's not worth our time."
Ardeth then took down his sword, smiled slightly, and then nodded. "Glad to hear it."
The men then ran away out of the alley. Jonathan, who had been standing at the very outside of it yelled, "Yeah, that's right! And don't come back, bloody bastards!"
"Do you enjoy getting yourself into trouble?" Ardeth asked with a grin.
"Well, it does prove to make life more interesting." Jonathan smiled back.
Ardeth nodded.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"Well, I felt like a visit. It seems that it is a good thing that I came."
"Yes. A very good thing, chap."
*#~#~#~#*
Jonathan guessed it would be best if he stayed out of the bar for the rest of that day. . .he had caused enough trouble.
So, he drove Ardeth back to the house.
"Ardeth, what are you doing here?" Evie asked as they walked through the front door.
Ardeth blinked twice before answering, "Why is it that I am always being asked that question?" He chuckled.
"Oh. So sorry, Ardeth. It's just that I hadn't expected you here."
"I wanted to come and visit. It turns out that it is a good thing I came."
"What do you mean?" Evelyn asked, confusion etched at her brow.
Jonathan sighed audibly. "A couple of men from the bar were mistaken in their accusations of me cheating in a poker game."
"I had to save him from their wrath." Ardeth laughed.
"I'll have you know that I would've been fine on my own!" Jonathan yelled defensively.
"Oh, please, Uncle Jon. You couldn't have done anything. You know that." Alex, who had been sitting on the couch eating a sandwich said. Evie and Ardeth both laughed, knowing for a fact that that was very true.
"Yeah, yeah." Jonathan then looked at his watch. It was about 5:30. "Well, I've got some time to kill. I think I'll go grab a small bite to eat."
"And I'll go get Rick, Ardeth. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you after such a long while."
"And I him. It has been almost half a year."
Evie started up the stairs to get her husband.
*#~#~#~#*
"Ardeth, what are you doing here?" Rick asked him, walking down the stairs with his daughter in his arms.
Ardeth sighed and smiled, shaking his head. "What is it about me? Do I just not seem like a nice enough person to want to come visit?"
*#~#~#~#*
*Done*
I told you that I was splitting it into three parts! You really didn't think that one of the parts would be short? Sry it's short, but it had to be done. The next chapter's Jonathan's Luck Date! Want me to get to writing it? Well, that means you have to review! Confused? Well, you see, reviews = inspiration which = next chapter. Get it? Got it? Good! Well, g'bye for now! *#~#*
Alicia