AN: Yay! My first posted Mummy fanfic. There aren't too many fics out there dealing with the highly entertaining relationship between Evelyn and Jonathan. This is one of those! Some of the history behind the story and the characters, I got from the movie novelizations which are worth a read. Other history I either got from historical documentation, (Since Evelyn was loosely based on a real person,) or I created it strictly for the character's background. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters within. I am just borrowing them for the purpose to entertain.
1916
Fifteen-year-old Evelyn Carnahan sat reading in a large, comfortable, leather arm chair in her father's study. It had become habit for the tiny teenager to lounge in this spot while her parents were away on one of their many archaeological digs. Evelyn, the youngest of two children, had, since her birth in 1901, been her father's favorite. Her father, Howard Carnahan, had only recently began to allow Evelyn to accompany her parents on digs. This particular evening was an exception to that. Evelyn had been left in London with her older brother, Jonathan, to watch over her as her parents explored history without her. She had been disappointed to be left behind, especially to be left with her goofy older brother.
Jonathan and Evelyn, had, for the most part, gotten along. They would quarrel of course, but generally, they were hardly a problem for their parents. Jonathan was nine years Evelyn's senior. She had always been mature for her age, so mature it was hard to believe she was so young. According to her brother, Evelyn carried herself like royalty, and according to Evelyn, Jonathan would never grow up. When he wasn't protecting her, he was getting into the same kind of trouble she was. Evelyn never really minded her brother's company, but occasionally he would try her patience. Tonight, for instance, was one of those occasions.
Jonathan had chosen the very moment that Evelyn had gotten into a particularly important passage in the great tome she was reading to make his presence in the Carnahan household known.
"What the bloody hell do you mean we're out of Scotch?" she could hear him scream at the maid from the hall. "For cripes sake, I sent someone out for some this morning! Of all the cheek!" At that Jonathan came bursting into Evelyn's retreat. "Do you believe this?"
Evelyn continued her reading, completely ignoring her older brother as if he had never entered the room.
"Evy," Jonathan whined, Evelyn cringed at the sound of what she considered to be the immature pet name that her family used for her. When her father called her by it, it was fine, but when Jonathan used it, it rather annoyed her.
"Hello! Evy, I'm speaking to you!" Jonathan all but shouted.
"Yes, I realize that," she answered him quietly. "Did it occur to you that perhaps I chose to ignore you?"
"Well that's not a very nice way to treat your favourite brother, is it?" Jonathan stated, looking a bit hurt.
"Jonathan, you're my only brother," Evelyn announced, rather annoyed.
"Well, all the more reason for you to be nice to me!" At that he smiled goofily and strode over to where Evelyn was seated. He ruffled up her neatly bunned dark-brown hair playfully.
Evelyn scrunched up her nose in distaste, then gave Jonathan a weak smile. "Ohh... Honestly Jonathan. Sometimes, it's difficult to decide which of us is older..." Evelyn said, placing her book down on the table beside her. She then began to straighten her disheveled hair. Jonathan gave her a toothy grin as he strode around her chair and sat on the sofa across from her.
"So," he began, propping his feet upon the table that separated he and his sister. "What do you think Mum and Da will bring back this time?"
"Oh, I don't know," Evelyn answered. She stood and calmly walked over to Jonathan. She lifted his feet off of the table and let them return to the floor with a plop. "The usual I suppose..." She sat down next to him on the sofa. "What was all of that about in the hall, anyway?" she asked him, mostly to change the direction of the conversation.
"Oh, the help around here is just being lazy. You know, the usual..." Jonathan answered. "I sent someone out for Scot-...uh...groceries this morning and no one went out."
"Hmm, I see..." Evelyn said, fully knowing what her brother was talking about. "The maid did go out this morning and came back with plenty of food. She did mention something about Master Carnahan requesting that no more alcohol be brought into the house."
"He didn't," Jonathan stated, clearly shocked.
"As far as I know he did," Evelyn said, "He knows, Jonathan. You can't hide it anymore."
"Bloody hell," Jonathan whined. "What the devil do you propose I should do about it?"
"Tell him the truth," Evelyn said, "If you hadn't have been drinking secretly in the first place he never would have taken all your booze away, and as long as we're clear, I don't approve of your drinking, with or without Mum and Dad's permission."
"I'm bloody 24 years old, Evy," Jonathan stated, "I'm a bit old for Mum and Dad to regulate my life."
"Yes, well, Dad said as long as you're still living in this house you have to follow his rules, for my sake," Evelyn stated proudly. "That and you make a complete arse of yourself every time you show up at a social gathering intoxicated."
"Oh, I do not!" Jonathan said, putting his hands into the air. "Besides, I can't help it if those shmansy-pansy shindigs of our parents are so boring they could kill an elephant within the first fifteen minutes."
"I'm just stating the facts, Jonathan," Evelyn quipped, realizing that arguing on this topic with her brother was not only pointless, it was a battle that could never be won by either side.
"No, you're nagging," Jonathan stated, huffily.
"It's not nagging, Jonathan," Evelyn said, "It's being a good sister."
"Whatever it is, it's bloody annoying," Jonathan stated, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, you," Evelyn sighed, playfully smacking her brother in the arm. Jonathan glared at her and rubbed his arm where she had struck him, looking injured. "You big baby," Evelyn teased, shaking her head.
Jonathan stuck his tongue out at his sister as if he were a preschooler. Evelyn glared at him, then grinned. Sometimes, his annoying, immature behavior did make her laugh and she hated to admit that. She covered her mouth with her hand attempting to hold back the case of the giggles that threatened to escape her lips.
After she regained her composure, Evelyn and Jonathan sat in silence staring at the fire that burned in the fireplace to their left.
"Oh, Jonathan," Evelyn began, placing an arm around her brother's shoulders. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Absolutely nothing," Jonathan stated simply, shrugging her arm off of him. "You're going to let me live my life as I please and I won't tease you about your being a cheeky little priss."
Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Fine," She replied. "As long as you don't get yourself killed doing whatever you please."
"Deal," Jonathan exclaimed as he extended his arm. The pair sealed their agreement with a handshake. Jonathan took the moment immediately following that to let out a long, loud yawn. "I think I'd better check in for the night."
"Alright," Evelyn said.
"You going to be alright in here on your own?" Jonathan asked, turning toward her as he headed out of the room.
"Yes," Evelyn replied flatly. It was quite apparent that she missed their parents. Jonathan took note of her disappointment. He was going to have to keep an eye on her. He exited the room slowly, turning back to her before he shut the door.
At some point during his trip to the door, Evelyn must have picked her book back up. She sat in the chair once more, reading quietly.
Jonathan carefully shut the door and strode out into the hallway.
In her father's study, Evelyn quickly lifted her eyes from her book and glanced to the fire once more. She sighed and then returned to her reading. This was going to be a very long night...
AN: And that's the first chapter! Want more? Please review and I will update shortly! Try to be kind, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask! Ta!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters within. I am just borrowing them for the purpose to entertain.
1916
Fifteen-year-old Evelyn Carnahan sat reading in a large, comfortable, leather arm chair in her father's study. It had become habit for the tiny teenager to lounge in this spot while her parents were away on one of their many archaeological digs. Evelyn, the youngest of two children, had, since her birth in 1901, been her father's favorite. Her father, Howard Carnahan, had only recently began to allow Evelyn to accompany her parents on digs. This particular evening was an exception to that. Evelyn had been left in London with her older brother, Jonathan, to watch over her as her parents explored history without her. She had been disappointed to be left behind, especially to be left with her goofy older brother.
Jonathan and Evelyn, had, for the most part, gotten along. They would quarrel of course, but generally, they were hardly a problem for their parents. Jonathan was nine years Evelyn's senior. She had always been mature for her age, so mature it was hard to believe she was so young. According to her brother, Evelyn carried herself like royalty, and according to Evelyn, Jonathan would never grow up. When he wasn't protecting her, he was getting into the same kind of trouble she was. Evelyn never really minded her brother's company, but occasionally he would try her patience. Tonight, for instance, was one of those occasions.
Jonathan had chosen the very moment that Evelyn had gotten into a particularly important passage in the great tome she was reading to make his presence in the Carnahan household known.
"What the bloody hell do you mean we're out of Scotch?" she could hear him scream at the maid from the hall. "For cripes sake, I sent someone out for some this morning! Of all the cheek!" At that Jonathan came bursting into Evelyn's retreat. "Do you believe this?"
Evelyn continued her reading, completely ignoring her older brother as if he had never entered the room.
"Evy," Jonathan whined, Evelyn cringed at the sound of what she considered to be the immature pet name that her family used for her. When her father called her by it, it was fine, but when Jonathan used it, it rather annoyed her.
"Hello! Evy, I'm speaking to you!" Jonathan all but shouted.
"Yes, I realize that," she answered him quietly. "Did it occur to you that perhaps I chose to ignore you?"
"Well that's not a very nice way to treat your favourite brother, is it?" Jonathan stated, looking a bit hurt.
"Jonathan, you're my only brother," Evelyn announced, rather annoyed.
"Well, all the more reason for you to be nice to me!" At that he smiled goofily and strode over to where Evelyn was seated. He ruffled up her neatly bunned dark-brown hair playfully.
Evelyn scrunched up her nose in distaste, then gave Jonathan a weak smile. "Ohh... Honestly Jonathan. Sometimes, it's difficult to decide which of us is older..." Evelyn said, placing her book down on the table beside her. She then began to straighten her disheveled hair. Jonathan gave her a toothy grin as he strode around her chair and sat on the sofa across from her.
"So," he began, propping his feet upon the table that separated he and his sister. "What do you think Mum and Da will bring back this time?"
"Oh, I don't know," Evelyn answered. She stood and calmly walked over to Jonathan. She lifted his feet off of the table and let them return to the floor with a plop. "The usual I suppose..." She sat down next to him on the sofa. "What was all of that about in the hall, anyway?" she asked him, mostly to change the direction of the conversation.
"Oh, the help around here is just being lazy. You know, the usual..." Jonathan answered. "I sent someone out for Scot-...uh...groceries this morning and no one went out."
"Hmm, I see..." Evelyn said, fully knowing what her brother was talking about. "The maid did go out this morning and came back with plenty of food. She did mention something about Master Carnahan requesting that no more alcohol be brought into the house."
"He didn't," Jonathan stated, clearly shocked.
"As far as I know he did," Evelyn said, "He knows, Jonathan. You can't hide it anymore."
"Bloody hell," Jonathan whined. "What the devil do you propose I should do about it?"
"Tell him the truth," Evelyn said, "If you hadn't have been drinking secretly in the first place he never would have taken all your booze away, and as long as we're clear, I don't approve of your drinking, with or without Mum and Dad's permission."
"I'm bloody 24 years old, Evy," Jonathan stated, "I'm a bit old for Mum and Dad to regulate my life."
"Yes, well, Dad said as long as you're still living in this house you have to follow his rules, for my sake," Evelyn stated proudly. "That and you make a complete arse of yourself every time you show up at a social gathering intoxicated."
"Oh, I do not!" Jonathan said, putting his hands into the air. "Besides, I can't help it if those shmansy-pansy shindigs of our parents are so boring they could kill an elephant within the first fifteen minutes."
"I'm just stating the facts, Jonathan," Evelyn quipped, realizing that arguing on this topic with her brother was not only pointless, it was a battle that could never be won by either side.
"No, you're nagging," Jonathan stated, huffily.
"It's not nagging, Jonathan," Evelyn said, "It's being a good sister."
"Whatever it is, it's bloody annoying," Jonathan stated, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, you," Evelyn sighed, playfully smacking her brother in the arm. Jonathan glared at her and rubbed his arm where she had struck him, looking injured. "You big baby," Evelyn teased, shaking her head.
Jonathan stuck his tongue out at his sister as if he were a preschooler. Evelyn glared at him, then grinned. Sometimes, his annoying, immature behavior did make her laugh and she hated to admit that. She covered her mouth with her hand attempting to hold back the case of the giggles that threatened to escape her lips.
After she regained her composure, Evelyn and Jonathan sat in silence staring at the fire that burned in the fireplace to their left.
"Oh, Jonathan," Evelyn began, placing an arm around her brother's shoulders. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Absolutely nothing," Jonathan stated simply, shrugging her arm off of him. "You're going to let me live my life as I please and I won't tease you about your being a cheeky little priss."
Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Fine," She replied. "As long as you don't get yourself killed doing whatever you please."
"Deal," Jonathan exclaimed as he extended his arm. The pair sealed their agreement with a handshake. Jonathan took the moment immediately following that to let out a long, loud yawn. "I think I'd better check in for the night."
"Alright," Evelyn said.
"You going to be alright in here on your own?" Jonathan asked, turning toward her as he headed out of the room.
"Yes," Evelyn replied flatly. It was quite apparent that she missed their parents. Jonathan took note of her disappointment. He was going to have to keep an eye on her. He exited the room slowly, turning back to her before he shut the door.
At some point during his trip to the door, Evelyn must have picked her book back up. She sat in the chair once more, reading quietly.
Jonathan carefully shut the door and strode out into the hallway.
In her father's study, Evelyn quickly lifted her eyes from her book and glanced to the fire once more. She sighed and then returned to her reading. This was going to be a very long night...
AN: And that's the first chapter! Want more? Please review and I will update shortly! Try to be kind, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask! Ta!