Chapter 1; Remind Me Again
Cupping his hands under the faucet, Rick lowered his head to splash the cool water over his face in an attempt to remove the last of the shaving lather from his chin and jaw, and the last of the sleep from his groggy blue eyes.
Once dressed, Rick made his way down the hall, pausing outside of his son's door to listen for signs of life. When nothing came for a minuet he raised a fist and knocked a couple times,"Alex, rise and shine buddy." he called softly, pausing for another second to listen for the moan he knew would be the only response from his dozing eleven year old.
After a few more failed attempts at rousing the boy he finally swung the door open, letting the light from the hallwayfill the room,"Alex, this trip is your present, it if wasn't for you we wouldn't be going. Get up." he coaxed, then headed for the kitchen to make breakfast.
Rick was almost done eating by the time the kitchen door swung open and Jonathan plopped down across the table from him with a grunt. Stuffing the last of his eggs in his mouth, Rick looked up at the dishevles man with a crooked smirk,"Tired, or just hung over?"
With another grunt Jon was up from the chair and sloppily tossing the extra bacon, eggs, and toast onto his plate, not caring if it was cold, and taking his seat again. A moment later, after he had a little time to wake up, he turned his attention to the man sitting across the table from him, hidden behind a page of the paper,"Egypt, hm?"
"Yep." came Rick's quick answer from behind the paper, in a tone that suggested there was more thought behind the word then he would let on,"Plane leaves in three hours, You'd better be packed." he warned, setting down the sports page to look pointedly at Jon.
"Yes, yes, packed and all that mess." he informed with a wave of his hand, just as excited to get back to that damn desert as his comrade, then squinted a bit, slightly confused,"Remind me again why we're doing this?"
Rick picked up his fork, beginning to chase crumbs around his plate, having had to remind himself every few minuets the past week or so, his answer wasn't exactly an enthusiastic one,"It's Alex's birthday present, you know that."
"I know, but why couldn't he be interested in ancient Greece or Rome or something without the curses and mummies and scorpions and such?"
"Well I'm not to blame for that one."
"He's just like his mum."
"I know." Rick said, standing to dump his dishes in the sink,"It's scary sometimes."
As Rick began cleaning the dishes and Jon picked up the discarded news paper the third occupant decided to finally join them. Dirty blone hair sticking up every which way, clothes looking like he had dressed in the dark, and moving in such a way he could make a zombie look gracefull, Alex O'connell thudded his way heavily into the kitchen, loading a plate of cold breakfast for himself then taking a seat and beginning to chow down.
Rick stared at his son for a second before shaking his head and turning his attention back to the dishes. The boy certainly had his dad's appatite, and it seemed like he was always either sleeping or eating. He had grown about a foot and a half taller in the last couple of years, and everytime Rick bought him new clothes to fit he'd out grow them. His hair had grown slightly darker, and it was obvious he was starting to look exactly like his father, with the exception of the lively, intelligent brown eyes that were so much like his mother's that it sometimes shocked people that had known her.
After stacking the clean plates next to the sink, Rick grabbed a towel to dry his hands and turned around, leanding back against the counter,"Finally decided to join the land of the living?"
"You didn't give me any choice." Alex reminded, rolling his eyes, but not lifting his head from his already half empty plate.
"Hey," Rick defended with a slight chuckle,"I wouldn't be up either if you didn't want to do this."
The boy picked up a peiced of toast, slathering on a bunch of strawberry jam then taking a bite, chewing thoughtfully for a moment,"You've gotta miss adventure atleast a little, dad." he informed, knowing his father well.
"I've got enough right here with you and Jonathan." he told his son,"I've had alot more adventure in my life time then I've ever asked for, and while we're on the subject neither of you are reading any artifacts we happen to come by."
~*~
It was the typical Egyptan heat as the three guys stepped out of the airport, but after three years in rainy London it seemed absolutely sweltering to the two men trailing behind the excited boy, jabbering on and on about the new things he leared reading his latest book on Egypt.
"Does this seem at all familiar to you?" Jon asked, keeping pace beside Rick.
"I think I knew someone atlot like him." he smirked, tightening his hands on his suitcase, wondering if Alex could act any more like Evy then he already did. He fell silent, just keeping an eye on Alex as he explored ahead of them, peeking in alley ways and store windows. When they got to their hotel Rick got to rooms side by side, one for Jon and one for Alex and himself. Letting Alex go off to galavant, as long as he promised not to go to far, Rick stayed behind to unpack their stuff.
A knock on the door sounded just as he placed Alex's suitcase in the closet to get it out of the way, and he looked up calling out,"Come in." before going to unpack his own luggage.
Jonathan did just that, crossing the room to take a seat in the chair under the window,"What time is Danielle getting in?"
"Noon tomorrow. Behave yourself." he warned.
"Oh course! Would Jonny Carnahan ever be anything but a perfect gentleman??" Jon asked as if offened.
"Never." Rick smirked, picking up a picture of Evy he had slipped in his suitcase, staring at it for a second before setting it down with a sigh,"Remind me again why we're doing this?"
~*~
More to come....
Cupping his hands under the faucet, Rick lowered his head to splash the cool water over his face in an attempt to remove the last of the shaving lather from his chin and jaw, and the last of the sleep from his groggy blue eyes.
Once dressed, Rick made his way down the hall, pausing outside of his son's door to listen for signs of life. When nothing came for a minuet he raised a fist and knocked a couple times,"Alex, rise and shine buddy." he called softly, pausing for another second to listen for the moan he knew would be the only response from his dozing eleven year old.
After a few more failed attempts at rousing the boy he finally swung the door open, letting the light from the hallwayfill the room,"Alex, this trip is your present, it if wasn't for you we wouldn't be going. Get up." he coaxed, then headed for the kitchen to make breakfast.
Rick was almost done eating by the time the kitchen door swung open and Jonathan plopped down across the table from him with a grunt. Stuffing the last of his eggs in his mouth, Rick looked up at the dishevles man with a crooked smirk,"Tired, or just hung over?"
With another grunt Jon was up from the chair and sloppily tossing the extra bacon, eggs, and toast onto his plate, not caring if it was cold, and taking his seat again. A moment later, after he had a little time to wake up, he turned his attention to the man sitting across the table from him, hidden behind a page of the paper,"Egypt, hm?"
"Yep." came Rick's quick answer from behind the paper, in a tone that suggested there was more thought behind the word then he would let on,"Plane leaves in three hours, You'd better be packed." he warned, setting down the sports page to look pointedly at Jon.
"Yes, yes, packed and all that mess." he informed with a wave of his hand, just as excited to get back to that damn desert as his comrade, then squinted a bit, slightly confused,"Remind me again why we're doing this?"
Rick picked up his fork, beginning to chase crumbs around his plate, having had to remind himself every few minuets the past week or so, his answer wasn't exactly an enthusiastic one,"It's Alex's birthday present, you know that."
"I know, but why couldn't he be interested in ancient Greece or Rome or something without the curses and mummies and scorpions and such?"
"Well I'm not to blame for that one."
"He's just like his mum."
"I know." Rick said, standing to dump his dishes in the sink,"It's scary sometimes."
As Rick began cleaning the dishes and Jon picked up the discarded news paper the third occupant decided to finally join them. Dirty blone hair sticking up every which way, clothes looking like he had dressed in the dark, and moving in such a way he could make a zombie look gracefull, Alex O'connell thudded his way heavily into the kitchen, loading a plate of cold breakfast for himself then taking a seat and beginning to chow down.
Rick stared at his son for a second before shaking his head and turning his attention back to the dishes. The boy certainly had his dad's appatite, and it seemed like he was always either sleeping or eating. He had grown about a foot and a half taller in the last couple of years, and everytime Rick bought him new clothes to fit he'd out grow them. His hair had grown slightly darker, and it was obvious he was starting to look exactly like his father, with the exception of the lively, intelligent brown eyes that were so much like his mother's that it sometimes shocked people that had known her.
After stacking the clean plates next to the sink, Rick grabbed a towel to dry his hands and turned around, leanding back against the counter,"Finally decided to join the land of the living?"
"You didn't give me any choice." Alex reminded, rolling his eyes, but not lifting his head from his already half empty plate.
"Hey," Rick defended with a slight chuckle,"I wouldn't be up either if you didn't want to do this."
The boy picked up a peiced of toast, slathering on a bunch of strawberry jam then taking a bite, chewing thoughtfully for a moment,"You've gotta miss adventure atleast a little, dad." he informed, knowing his father well.
"I've got enough right here with you and Jonathan." he told his son,"I've had alot more adventure in my life time then I've ever asked for, and while we're on the subject neither of you are reading any artifacts we happen to come by."
~*~
It was the typical Egyptan heat as the three guys stepped out of the airport, but after three years in rainy London it seemed absolutely sweltering to the two men trailing behind the excited boy, jabbering on and on about the new things he leared reading his latest book on Egypt.
"Does this seem at all familiar to you?" Jon asked, keeping pace beside Rick.
"I think I knew someone atlot like him." he smirked, tightening his hands on his suitcase, wondering if Alex could act any more like Evy then he already did. He fell silent, just keeping an eye on Alex as he explored ahead of them, peeking in alley ways and store windows. When they got to their hotel Rick got to rooms side by side, one for Jon and one for Alex and himself. Letting Alex go off to galavant, as long as he promised not to go to far, Rick stayed behind to unpack their stuff.
A knock on the door sounded just as he placed Alex's suitcase in the closet to get it out of the way, and he looked up calling out,"Come in." before going to unpack his own luggage.
Jonathan did just that, crossing the room to take a seat in the chair under the window,"What time is Danielle getting in?"
"Noon tomorrow. Behave yourself." he warned.
"Oh course! Would Jonny Carnahan ever be anything but a perfect gentleman??" Jon asked as if offened.
"Never." Rick smirked, picking up a picture of Evy he had slipped in his suitcase, staring at it for a second before setting it down with a sigh,"Remind me again why we're doing this?"
~*~
More to come....