***Disclaimer: I do not own The Mummy or any of its characters. They belong
to Stephen Sommers, Universal Pictures and some others. I do, however, own
the character of Jadviga Szabó and parts of the plot.***
(Author's note) I'd like to thank all the reviewers! I'm glad that you like my story and hope it will stay that way.
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We talked for hours that night, about our past and many other things. We kept on talking till late in the night and every time I was about to leave, Beni asked me to stay. And I stayed. The cold of the desert night made us leave Beni's former, still vacant tent and go to mine. Then we continued to chat. But we knew we couldn't stay up all night long.
"Jadviga?"
"Yes?"
"May I . . . stay here tonight? I don't want to go to O'Connell's tent. . ."
Oh, that was so cute. Like a little boy asking his mother if he could spent the night at his friend's house. . .
"Of course, you may. But you'll be sorry if you snore!"
And so I shared my bed with a man, who tried to kill me only some days ago. And still, I was happy about it. . .
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I was a bit surprised when I woke up the next morning. I wasn't used to the feeling of waking up in the arms of a man, and even less used to the feeling of waking up in Beni's. I turned over to look at him. He really looked kind of cute when he was asleep. Not like the treacherous thief he was, but like the child I had known so many years ago. I reached out to touch him, but in the same second he opened his eyes.
"Good morning!" he said, smiling.
"Morning" I replied, giving him an amicable kiss on the cheek.
"Oh, that's a nice way to be greeted in the morning." He kissed me back.
Beni stood up, put on his uniform and went over to O'Connell to get his things. In the meantime, I got dressed. Some minutes later, Beni came back.
"O'Connell wasn't there. Maybe he's at the canteen already. . ."
Oh yes, O'Connell. . . It would be hard to explain all this to him. . .
Beni and I went to breakfast together. And sure enough, O'Connell was already sitting there. I sat down.
"Hi, Rick!"
"Hi, Jad! Where have been yesterday? I haven't seen you all day."
Then Beni sat down next to me. O'Connell narrowed his eyes.
"YOU? What are YOU doing here? Didn't I tell you to BEAT IT?" he growled.
Beni bowed his head.
"It's okay Rick," I said quickly "He's here with me."
"Don't tell me he's your lover now!"
"No, he's not. It's different."
"In what way?"
"Well, Beni and I had a little conversation yesterday, in which we found out that we once were very close friends."
"And you believe that?"
"I don't believe it, I know it!"
"Oh, come on, Jad! That's impossible and you know it. There are probably thousands of Beni Gabors out there. . ."
"But only one Benjamin Gazsi Gabor. That's how my friend was called and that's how HE'S called." I pointed at Beni.
Rick didn't answer. Maybe he was running out of arguments.
"And what stupid kind of name would GAZSI be?"
"That's Hungarian and means: "The one who protects the treasure""
"Doesn't fit him. He would rather steal it than protect it. . ."
O'Connell started to grin. It seemed as if he wasn't angry anymore. . .
(Author's note) I'd like to thank all the reviewers! I'm glad that you like my story and hope it will stay that way.
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We talked for hours that night, about our past and many other things. We kept on talking till late in the night and every time I was about to leave, Beni asked me to stay. And I stayed. The cold of the desert night made us leave Beni's former, still vacant tent and go to mine. Then we continued to chat. But we knew we couldn't stay up all night long.
"Jadviga?"
"Yes?"
"May I . . . stay here tonight? I don't want to go to O'Connell's tent. . ."
Oh, that was so cute. Like a little boy asking his mother if he could spent the night at his friend's house. . .
"Of course, you may. But you'll be sorry if you snore!"
And so I shared my bed with a man, who tried to kill me only some days ago. And still, I was happy about it. . .
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I was a bit surprised when I woke up the next morning. I wasn't used to the feeling of waking up in the arms of a man, and even less used to the feeling of waking up in Beni's. I turned over to look at him. He really looked kind of cute when he was asleep. Not like the treacherous thief he was, but like the child I had known so many years ago. I reached out to touch him, but in the same second he opened his eyes.
"Good morning!" he said, smiling.
"Morning" I replied, giving him an amicable kiss on the cheek.
"Oh, that's a nice way to be greeted in the morning." He kissed me back.
Beni stood up, put on his uniform and went over to O'Connell to get his things. In the meantime, I got dressed. Some minutes later, Beni came back.
"O'Connell wasn't there. Maybe he's at the canteen already. . ."
Oh yes, O'Connell. . . It would be hard to explain all this to him. . .
Beni and I went to breakfast together. And sure enough, O'Connell was already sitting there. I sat down.
"Hi, Rick!"
"Hi, Jad! Where have been yesterday? I haven't seen you all day."
Then Beni sat down next to me. O'Connell narrowed his eyes.
"YOU? What are YOU doing here? Didn't I tell you to BEAT IT?" he growled.
Beni bowed his head.
"It's okay Rick," I said quickly "He's here with me."
"Don't tell me he's your lover now!"
"No, he's not. It's different."
"In what way?"
"Well, Beni and I had a little conversation yesterday, in which we found out that we once were very close friends."
"And you believe that?"
"I don't believe it, I know it!"
"Oh, come on, Jad! That's impossible and you know it. There are probably thousands of Beni Gabors out there. . ."
"But only one Benjamin Gazsi Gabor. That's how my friend was called and that's how HE'S called." I pointed at Beni.
Rick didn't answer. Maybe he was running out of arguments.
"And what stupid kind of name would GAZSI be?"
"That's Hungarian and means: "The one who protects the treasure""
"Doesn't fit him. He would rather steal it than protect it. . ."
O'Connell started to grin. It seemed as if he wasn't angry anymore. . .