I own and claim no rights to the motion picture, 'The Mummy,' or 'The Mummy
Returns.' Only characters not featured in either movie are created by me,
as well as the plot, and no similarities to any other fics are intended.
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Surprises
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"What have you done you stupid girl?"
Iset looked up at the snarling voice and hid her revulsion. Mia stood in the opening of Iset's tent, an enraged look on her face.
"Your mother and I went to great lengths to ensure that you would be the perfect wife for my son. A wife he would be proud to bear his children and have sit at his table. Yet you disgrace your mother and yourself, not to mention your husband and his family!" Mia cried.
"You will leave my mother out of this, my husband's mother!" Iset spit the last word with contempt. "I have disgraced no one, the only ones need be concerned about anything is my husband and I. You have nothing to do with this."
"You dare?" Mia began, her face and voice filled with incredulous surprise. "You dare to dishonor me and my name? I have been nothing but kind to you- "
"Yet you could not find time to be kind to your own flesh and blood daughter?" Iset yelled.
Mia's face turned red, her eyes glinting dangerously. "If not for the respect that I have for your mother I would put you in your place girl."
"And if not for my husband and sister's love for you, I would have put you in your place a long time ago, old woman," Iset shot back, her voice icy.
Mia took a breath, trying to calm herself. "I will say this just once. You will stop this training, or you will lose the babe you carry within you."
Iset flushed. "I...I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Ah, but you do. You have felt it for days, but you have refused to see what your mother, myself and the rest of the village women have known for weeks now. You are with child," Mia told her smugly.
Iset reached out her hands for anything to settle her trembling body. No, it couldn't be true. She placed her hand against her nearly flat belly. "I...I am with child," she breathed in wonder, her eyes filling with tears. The inability to concentrate, and the sudden want to eat a lot...the tenderness in some places...the signs were all there, she just chose to ignore them. And she could have lost her baby.
Iset's face paled, and she looked up at her mother-in-law. "You win...for now. I will stop training, but once my child is born, I will continue. I WILL," she challenged, getting to her feet and looking down at the shorter woman.
Mia knew that this was the best she was going to get from Iset then. Nodding, she left, making her way back to her husband's tent, mumbling under her breath about hopeless influences...
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Iset sank down to the floor, the tears in her eyes pouring free. What had she done? By missing the signs she had placed her baby in danger. This child was hers and Siamun's. A part of them that bound them as one forever. Even if Siamun decided to discard her and take another wife, she would have their child.
That was how Siamun found her, clutching her knees to her chest, the tears flowing down her face. He felt a tug in his heart and the biggest load of guilt he had ever endured pushed on his shoulders. He knelt down beside her and sighed as she looked away, unable to meet his eyes. Gently, he took her face in his hands and smiled tenderly at her.
"Forgive me Iset," he pleaded softly. He was taken by complete surprise as seconds later, Iset nearly knocked him over trying to hug him to her. Her arms went around his neck tightly, her face buried in the hollow there. He could feel the warm tears wet his neck, and hugged her to him, whispering to her that everything would be alright. To his dismay, these words only made her sob harder, so he sat silently with his beautiful wife in his lap, stroking her back soothingly. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the sobs receded to silence, and an occasional hiccup. Still they remained there, sitting in silence, hugging the other. Finally, Siamun spoke. "Please forgive what I said before. I was angry and confused. You know I care for you more than a mere trophy wife. I have grown to...well...I love you."
Iset pulled away from him, her eyes still fresh with tears, but staring at him in surprise. "Don't say that unless you truly mean it," she whispered.
"But I do," Siamun argued. "I finally realized why I was so scared when I thought you might get hurt. But you were right. You should be allowed to train, if it is your wish. I only want you to be happy."
Iset caressed his face with her hands. "I won't continue training."
Siamun began to protest, but Iset placed a hand over his lips, silencing him.
"I can't continue training until after the baby is born," she informed him solemnly.
"After the..." Siamun stared at her, disbelieving. "A baby?" His voice was filled with wonder. "A baby!" Picking up Iset he whirled her around the room, kissing her soundly on the mouth, then put her on her feet and dropped to his knees to place a gentle kiss on her belly. "Our child Iset, yours and mine."
"What if I bear you a daughter my husband?" Iset asked fearfully, remembering her mother-in-law's fear when she had birthed a daughter.
Siamun laughed. "Son or daughter, it matters not. All that I care about is that it, and you will be healthy." Siamun's face creased with worry. "Oh goodness, Iset, are you okay? Are you feeling tired? Let me get you some pillows." He took her to their bed and made her lay down, tucking countless pillows behind her back. "Are you hungry? Do you need something? I'll be right back. I will go get a person to care for you...then we will need a nurse in the coming months." Siamun left the tent still mutter the list of things necessary for the birth of a baby, while Iset's amused laughter followed him.
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Sithathor looked into the mirror again, and sighed. Try as she might, the clothes in the wardrobe barely fit her anymore. She would need to go shopping soon for new clothes. She turned to her side and stuck her belly out. Though nowhere near as large, but slowly getting there, Sithathor sighed again. She straightened and tugged the shirt of her tasteful two piece suit down over her skirt, hiding the evidence of her pregnancy. She turned as someone knocked on the bedroom door. "Yes?"
Cleo walked in, fidgeting in her dress covered everywhere with frills and lace. "This is camel sh-"
"Cleo!" Sithathor warned.
"Stuff," Cleo amended, sitting down sulkily on the bed. "Why do I have to wear this? I feel like...well, I can't say out loud what I feel like, but you get the picture."
Sithathor laughed. "It isn't so bad. At least it isn't what I had to wear at the first Follingsfield dinner."
Cleo fussed with her lace collar. "Why do we have to go eat over at their place anyway? It is not like my parents even like them...except Mr. Follingsfield, he is okay, but his wife and daughter are really evil scheming bi-"
"Cleo!!"
"-witches, who only care about themselves."
Sithathor glanced over at Cleo, hiding a look of revulsion at the mere mention of the Ursula or her mother. "The Follingfields are one of the museum's finest contributors, and donate a lot of money every year. It is necessary to show our appreciation by accepting invitations to dinners and social events."
She could see Cleo staring at her in the mirror.
"Did you rehearse that or something?"
"Ever hour today. It is the only way I can keep myself from killing Ursula...or your brother," Sithathor muttered.
"You are keeping yourself from it?" Cleo asked, sounding shocked, and Sithathor couldn't help but laugh.
Alex strode through the room, his elegant suit making him look handsome, and Sithathor felt a tightening in he chest. He smiled at her and kissed her soundly on the mouth. "Are my two favorite girls ready for tonight?"
"Can we ever be ready enough for anything to do with Ursula?" Cleo mutter crossly.
Alex smiled and ruffled Cleo's hair, laughing as she protested and smacked his arm away. "You, pest, are going to have to be extra nice tonight, okay? No tricks, no misbehaving, and no, I mean NO bugs in the food, okay?"
Cleo snorted. "Okay, no bugs."
Alex turned to leave the room, and Cleo flashed Sithathor a peak into her pocket. Inside was an enormous and slimy looking frog...or maybe it was a toad. Sithathor couldn't tell. Muffling laughter behind her hand, Sithathor followed Alex, taking Cleo by the hand as they descended the stairs. Rick and Evee O'Connell stood at the bottom of the stairs, Evee looking as beautiful as always, and Rick possibly more handsome than even his son, though Sithathor found father and son to be equally handsome. Quickly, everyone donned their coats.
"Are we ready?" Rick asked.
Everyone voiced an affirmative, and Evee led the way out of Alex and Sithathor's home. Rick lagged behind, and came up beside Sithathor and Cleo. "Hey squirt, you got the goods?" Rick asked quietly.
Cleo nodded, smiling, and showed him the frog...toad...whatever.
Rick nodded, glee on his face. "Good. We are going to have some fun tonight."
"Now I know where she gets it from," Sithathor laughed.
Rick smiled innocently. "I have no idea what you mean! Her mother seems perfectly behaved to me!"
They left the house with laughter echoing through the house.
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Mrs. Follingsfield opened the door, and smiled at Rick, Evee and Alex. When her gaze fell on Sithathor and Cleo, her smile hardened, and her eyes frosted over. "Welcome, do come in."
After taking their coats, Mrs. Follingsfield led them to a living area. Mr. Follingsfield was sitting in a chair, but stood as they entered, a cheerful smile on his face. "Rick! Evee! How wonderful to see you again. Both of you look as well as ever!" he said jollily. He turned to Alex. "My dear boy, you look healthy as well." His gaze fell on Sithathor, and his eyes became tender. "Hello my dear. How have you been?"
Sithathor smiled. "I am fine thank you sir. And how have you been?"
Edward Follingsfield laughed. "I have been just fine my child."
The only thing that made any time with the Follingsfields bearable was Mr. Edward, Sithathor realized. He was a kind man, sort of a jovial father type, who treated her kindly, and defended her or helped her in conversation with his family.
Edward looked like he would say something more, but one look from his wife silenced him. He looked over toward Cleo and Sithathor and winked, which made the younger girl giggle.
"Food will be served in the dinning room now," a butler announced.
Everyone headed toward the room across from the sitting area. Sithathor and Alex paused as Ursula stepped slowly down the stairs, dressed in a gorgeous one piece dress in blue. Sithathor gritted her teeth, and ignored the smug smiles of Ursula and her mother as Alex went to help Ursula from the last step. The conniving Ursula tucked her arm in Alex's and had him walk them to the dinning room, and Sithathor had no choice but to follow, her body trembling with rage.
They were seated at the table-Mr. and Mrs. Follingsfield at the heads of the tables, Ursula, Alex and Sithathor on one side, Rick, Evee and Cleo on the other. Throughout the appetizers Sithathor was well aware of the hand that Ursula constantly stroked down Alex's arm coyly, and didn't fail to notice that the girl did everything in her power to keep Alex's attention focused on her. When the main course arrived with several different side options, Sithathor was ready to explode in a violent rage. From across the table, Rick and Cleo tried desperately to calm the already enraged woman, but they need not have worried. When the maid opened the lids on several of the side dishes, Sithathor turned very pale. One plate in particular was the focus of her attention. She touched the maids arm, pointed at the dish and asked, "What is that?"
The maid looked and smiled. "It is called haggis madame. A traditional Scottish delicacy that has several organs of a sheep cooked in the sheep's stomach along with vegetables and oats."
Sithathor's face paled even more, and she clutched her belly and covered her mouth with her hands. Seconds later she nearly turned over the table in a scramble for the front door, where just outside she was violently sick. Alex came rushing after her. "Hathy? Are you alright?"
Sithathor moaned. "Please just take me home...please!"
Without question, Alex swept her into his arms and left the Follingsfield home. He put his wife in the backseat of his car so she would be comfortable and went back to tell his mother that they were leaving. Without so much as a goodbye to Ursula or her family, Alex sped away, unaware of the car following them.
When they made it back home Alex carried his wife to their bed and laid her gently down. Sithathor still looked frighteningly pale, her eyes were looked dull and almost lifeless.
Alex rushed into the bathroom and rinsed out a wet cloth and placed it on her forehead. He caressed her face with his fingers and watched as his wife floated slowly into sleep. Worriedly, he took off her shoes and unbuttoned her skirt and shirt. Removing both of the items, he walked to the closet and chose a nightgown and went to put it on her. What he saw stopped him sort. Either his wife was getting fat in her stomach only...
He eyed his wife with new found information, and gently put the gown over her head, being extra careful when the material hesitated over her belly. Alex then turned out the lights and laid next to Sithathor, listening to her breathe. Gathering her to him, he kissed her brow and shut his eyes, welcoming sleep.
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A/N: hope you like this one.
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Surprises
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"What have you done you stupid girl?"
Iset looked up at the snarling voice and hid her revulsion. Mia stood in the opening of Iset's tent, an enraged look on her face.
"Your mother and I went to great lengths to ensure that you would be the perfect wife for my son. A wife he would be proud to bear his children and have sit at his table. Yet you disgrace your mother and yourself, not to mention your husband and his family!" Mia cried.
"You will leave my mother out of this, my husband's mother!" Iset spit the last word with contempt. "I have disgraced no one, the only ones need be concerned about anything is my husband and I. You have nothing to do with this."
"You dare?" Mia began, her face and voice filled with incredulous surprise. "You dare to dishonor me and my name? I have been nothing but kind to you- "
"Yet you could not find time to be kind to your own flesh and blood daughter?" Iset yelled.
Mia's face turned red, her eyes glinting dangerously. "If not for the respect that I have for your mother I would put you in your place girl."
"And if not for my husband and sister's love for you, I would have put you in your place a long time ago, old woman," Iset shot back, her voice icy.
Mia took a breath, trying to calm herself. "I will say this just once. You will stop this training, or you will lose the babe you carry within you."
Iset flushed. "I...I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Ah, but you do. You have felt it for days, but you have refused to see what your mother, myself and the rest of the village women have known for weeks now. You are with child," Mia told her smugly.
Iset reached out her hands for anything to settle her trembling body. No, it couldn't be true. She placed her hand against her nearly flat belly. "I...I am with child," she breathed in wonder, her eyes filling with tears. The inability to concentrate, and the sudden want to eat a lot...the tenderness in some places...the signs were all there, she just chose to ignore them. And she could have lost her baby.
Iset's face paled, and she looked up at her mother-in-law. "You win...for now. I will stop training, but once my child is born, I will continue. I WILL," she challenged, getting to her feet and looking down at the shorter woman.
Mia knew that this was the best she was going to get from Iset then. Nodding, she left, making her way back to her husband's tent, mumbling under her breath about hopeless influences...
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Iset sank down to the floor, the tears in her eyes pouring free. What had she done? By missing the signs she had placed her baby in danger. This child was hers and Siamun's. A part of them that bound them as one forever. Even if Siamun decided to discard her and take another wife, she would have their child.
That was how Siamun found her, clutching her knees to her chest, the tears flowing down her face. He felt a tug in his heart and the biggest load of guilt he had ever endured pushed on his shoulders. He knelt down beside her and sighed as she looked away, unable to meet his eyes. Gently, he took her face in his hands and smiled tenderly at her.
"Forgive me Iset," he pleaded softly. He was taken by complete surprise as seconds later, Iset nearly knocked him over trying to hug him to her. Her arms went around his neck tightly, her face buried in the hollow there. He could feel the warm tears wet his neck, and hugged her to him, whispering to her that everything would be alright. To his dismay, these words only made her sob harder, so he sat silently with his beautiful wife in his lap, stroking her back soothingly. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the sobs receded to silence, and an occasional hiccup. Still they remained there, sitting in silence, hugging the other. Finally, Siamun spoke. "Please forgive what I said before. I was angry and confused. You know I care for you more than a mere trophy wife. I have grown to...well...I love you."
Iset pulled away from him, her eyes still fresh with tears, but staring at him in surprise. "Don't say that unless you truly mean it," she whispered.
"But I do," Siamun argued. "I finally realized why I was so scared when I thought you might get hurt. But you were right. You should be allowed to train, if it is your wish. I only want you to be happy."
Iset caressed his face with her hands. "I won't continue training."
Siamun began to protest, but Iset placed a hand over his lips, silencing him.
"I can't continue training until after the baby is born," she informed him solemnly.
"After the..." Siamun stared at her, disbelieving. "A baby?" His voice was filled with wonder. "A baby!" Picking up Iset he whirled her around the room, kissing her soundly on the mouth, then put her on her feet and dropped to his knees to place a gentle kiss on her belly. "Our child Iset, yours and mine."
"What if I bear you a daughter my husband?" Iset asked fearfully, remembering her mother-in-law's fear when she had birthed a daughter.
Siamun laughed. "Son or daughter, it matters not. All that I care about is that it, and you will be healthy." Siamun's face creased with worry. "Oh goodness, Iset, are you okay? Are you feeling tired? Let me get you some pillows." He took her to their bed and made her lay down, tucking countless pillows behind her back. "Are you hungry? Do you need something? I'll be right back. I will go get a person to care for you...then we will need a nurse in the coming months." Siamun left the tent still mutter the list of things necessary for the birth of a baby, while Iset's amused laughter followed him.
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Sithathor looked into the mirror again, and sighed. Try as she might, the clothes in the wardrobe barely fit her anymore. She would need to go shopping soon for new clothes. She turned to her side and stuck her belly out. Though nowhere near as large, but slowly getting there, Sithathor sighed again. She straightened and tugged the shirt of her tasteful two piece suit down over her skirt, hiding the evidence of her pregnancy. She turned as someone knocked on the bedroom door. "Yes?"
Cleo walked in, fidgeting in her dress covered everywhere with frills and lace. "This is camel sh-"
"Cleo!" Sithathor warned.
"Stuff," Cleo amended, sitting down sulkily on the bed. "Why do I have to wear this? I feel like...well, I can't say out loud what I feel like, but you get the picture."
Sithathor laughed. "It isn't so bad. At least it isn't what I had to wear at the first Follingsfield dinner."
Cleo fussed with her lace collar. "Why do we have to go eat over at their place anyway? It is not like my parents even like them...except Mr. Follingsfield, he is okay, but his wife and daughter are really evil scheming bi-"
"Cleo!!"
"-witches, who only care about themselves."
Sithathor glanced over at Cleo, hiding a look of revulsion at the mere mention of the Ursula or her mother. "The Follingfields are one of the museum's finest contributors, and donate a lot of money every year. It is necessary to show our appreciation by accepting invitations to dinners and social events."
She could see Cleo staring at her in the mirror.
"Did you rehearse that or something?"
"Ever hour today. It is the only way I can keep myself from killing Ursula...or your brother," Sithathor muttered.
"You are keeping yourself from it?" Cleo asked, sounding shocked, and Sithathor couldn't help but laugh.
Alex strode through the room, his elegant suit making him look handsome, and Sithathor felt a tightening in he chest. He smiled at her and kissed her soundly on the mouth. "Are my two favorite girls ready for tonight?"
"Can we ever be ready enough for anything to do with Ursula?" Cleo mutter crossly.
Alex smiled and ruffled Cleo's hair, laughing as she protested and smacked his arm away. "You, pest, are going to have to be extra nice tonight, okay? No tricks, no misbehaving, and no, I mean NO bugs in the food, okay?"
Cleo snorted. "Okay, no bugs."
Alex turned to leave the room, and Cleo flashed Sithathor a peak into her pocket. Inside was an enormous and slimy looking frog...or maybe it was a toad. Sithathor couldn't tell. Muffling laughter behind her hand, Sithathor followed Alex, taking Cleo by the hand as they descended the stairs. Rick and Evee O'Connell stood at the bottom of the stairs, Evee looking as beautiful as always, and Rick possibly more handsome than even his son, though Sithathor found father and son to be equally handsome. Quickly, everyone donned their coats.
"Are we ready?" Rick asked.
Everyone voiced an affirmative, and Evee led the way out of Alex and Sithathor's home. Rick lagged behind, and came up beside Sithathor and Cleo. "Hey squirt, you got the goods?" Rick asked quietly.
Cleo nodded, smiling, and showed him the frog...toad...whatever.
Rick nodded, glee on his face. "Good. We are going to have some fun tonight."
"Now I know where she gets it from," Sithathor laughed.
Rick smiled innocently. "I have no idea what you mean! Her mother seems perfectly behaved to me!"
They left the house with laughter echoing through the house.
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Mrs. Follingsfield opened the door, and smiled at Rick, Evee and Alex. When her gaze fell on Sithathor and Cleo, her smile hardened, and her eyes frosted over. "Welcome, do come in."
After taking their coats, Mrs. Follingsfield led them to a living area. Mr. Follingsfield was sitting in a chair, but stood as they entered, a cheerful smile on his face. "Rick! Evee! How wonderful to see you again. Both of you look as well as ever!" he said jollily. He turned to Alex. "My dear boy, you look healthy as well." His gaze fell on Sithathor, and his eyes became tender. "Hello my dear. How have you been?"
Sithathor smiled. "I am fine thank you sir. And how have you been?"
Edward Follingsfield laughed. "I have been just fine my child."
The only thing that made any time with the Follingsfields bearable was Mr. Edward, Sithathor realized. He was a kind man, sort of a jovial father type, who treated her kindly, and defended her or helped her in conversation with his family.
Edward looked like he would say something more, but one look from his wife silenced him. He looked over toward Cleo and Sithathor and winked, which made the younger girl giggle.
"Food will be served in the dinning room now," a butler announced.
Everyone headed toward the room across from the sitting area. Sithathor and Alex paused as Ursula stepped slowly down the stairs, dressed in a gorgeous one piece dress in blue. Sithathor gritted her teeth, and ignored the smug smiles of Ursula and her mother as Alex went to help Ursula from the last step. The conniving Ursula tucked her arm in Alex's and had him walk them to the dinning room, and Sithathor had no choice but to follow, her body trembling with rage.
They were seated at the table-Mr. and Mrs. Follingsfield at the heads of the tables, Ursula, Alex and Sithathor on one side, Rick, Evee and Cleo on the other. Throughout the appetizers Sithathor was well aware of the hand that Ursula constantly stroked down Alex's arm coyly, and didn't fail to notice that the girl did everything in her power to keep Alex's attention focused on her. When the main course arrived with several different side options, Sithathor was ready to explode in a violent rage. From across the table, Rick and Cleo tried desperately to calm the already enraged woman, but they need not have worried. When the maid opened the lids on several of the side dishes, Sithathor turned very pale. One plate in particular was the focus of her attention. She touched the maids arm, pointed at the dish and asked, "What is that?"
The maid looked and smiled. "It is called haggis madame. A traditional Scottish delicacy that has several organs of a sheep cooked in the sheep's stomach along with vegetables and oats."
Sithathor's face paled even more, and she clutched her belly and covered her mouth with her hands. Seconds later she nearly turned over the table in a scramble for the front door, where just outside she was violently sick. Alex came rushing after her. "Hathy? Are you alright?"
Sithathor moaned. "Please just take me home...please!"
Without question, Alex swept her into his arms and left the Follingsfield home. He put his wife in the backseat of his car so she would be comfortable and went back to tell his mother that they were leaving. Without so much as a goodbye to Ursula or her family, Alex sped away, unaware of the car following them.
When they made it back home Alex carried his wife to their bed and laid her gently down. Sithathor still looked frighteningly pale, her eyes were looked dull and almost lifeless.
Alex rushed into the bathroom and rinsed out a wet cloth and placed it on her forehead. He caressed her face with his fingers and watched as his wife floated slowly into sleep. Worriedly, he took off her shoes and unbuttoned her skirt and shirt. Removing both of the items, he walked to the closet and chose a nightgown and went to put it on her. What he saw stopped him sort. Either his wife was getting fat in her stomach only...
He eyed his wife with new found information, and gently put the gown over her head, being extra careful when the material hesitated over her belly. Alex then turned out the lights and laid next to Sithathor, listening to her breathe. Gathering her to him, he kissed her brow and shut his eyes, welcoming sleep.
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A/N: hope you like this one.