AN: I had the urge to keep going so I'm posting this faster than I usually would. Enjoy, and thanks for the reviews!!
1926
Evelyn had just begun to unpack a few of her things on the boat out of Giza. She tossed clothing, books, and other odds and ends about as she frantically searched for the tome she had been reading most recently. She could average about a book a day but with work and her brother's latest "find" she hardly had the time to concentrate on literary acts of pleasure.
Jonathan had really done it this time. He had sunk low enough to steal from an inebriated man. She swore to her self silently that if the puzzle box hadn't have been of such great importance that she would have punished him more severely then merely scolding him.
This is all Jonathan's fault, anyway, she thought to herself as she continued her search. If he had kept his sticky little fingers to himself, we wouldn't be being escorted out into the desert by a questionable, and a bit attractive, American and- she cut herself off from her thoughts.
"Ah ha!" she shouted, pulling the book out of one of her bags, holding it up in the air. "Finally," she sighed.
"'Ello, Old Mum!" Jonathan shouted, as he burst the door of her cabin open. "Whew," he whistled, surveying the mess his sister had just made. "What happened here?"
"Oh, nothing. I, I was just looking for my book," Evelyn stated, seeming a bit spaced out. She fidgeted a bit and then faced her brother. "And do you ever knock?"
"No, unfortunately," he answered simply. "What's with you?"
"What? What are you talking about?" Evelyn answered, "Nothing is 'with' me."
"Ah, I get it." Jonathan sat in the chair at her vanity. "You're thinking about O'Connell!"
"What?! I, I have no idea what you're talking about!" Evelyn stated defensively, yet a bit too nervously for her brother not to notice.
"Don't be stupid, Evy. I know what you're up to."
"Oh?" She glared at him, "and what exactly am I 'up to'?"
"Uh," Jonathan stated, taken aback. What is she up to?
"See," she stated, placing her hands on her hips. "I told you. I have no idea what you're talking about and it appears that neither do you."
"You fancy him don't you?" Jonathan asked, immediately.
"I... What?" She looked alarmed.
"You heard me. You think he's charming." He said, grinning like a schoolgirl.
"Jonathan, I just met the man, and in a rather unromantic situation, not to mention. How on Earth could you think that?" She stared at him, challengingly.
"I saw the way you looked at him at the port," he answered. "I haven't seen that look on your face since that poor sod Daniel started following you around."
"Well, I...I..." Her face fell from it's tense condition. "Is it really that obvious?" she asked, quietly.
"To the casual observer, no, but to me, deafeningly."
"Do you think he noticed?" Evelyn asked.
"Nah, I wouldn't worry about it," Jonathan said, shaking his head and standing. "You're secret's safe with me."
Sure it is, Evelyn thought. She only nodded her head.
"Well, I'm off," Jonathan stated, heading for the door. "I've made a few friends and they'd like to have a bit of a drink." Evelyn knew this was Jonathan for, 'I'm off to gamble away what little spending we have left for the trip'. "See you later, sis." Evelyn only nodded in response.
After her brother had gone, she began to pack the things she had tossed around back her bags. She had only just begun when a soft knock landed on her door.
"Who is it?" she asked to the polite visitor, assuming it was Jonathan, coming to ask for more money. She continued placing items in her luggage.
"It's me," A deep baritone answered from the other side of the door.
Evelyn stopped her cleaning at the sound. The voice made her heart skip a quick beat. O'Connell, she thought, a soft smile gracing her features. She regained her composure. "Um, just a moment." She left her bags and paced a bit. She then gave in and went to the door. There on the other side, stood the handsome American. Evelyn smiled at him politely. "Hello," she said, remaining calm. "Can I help you Mister O'Connell?"
"Uh, Hi. I was just seeing how everything was going," he answered. He peered about the cabin. "Whoa. What happened here?" he asked with a chuckle, placing a hand on the doorframe.
"What? Oh, I was searching for something," She answered, a bit caught off guard. She moved a bit back from the door. Maybe Jonathan's right, she thought, I do think he is somewhat charming. At least he knocked.
"Do you need any help?" O'Connell asked he strode a little ways into the room.
"Oh, no," She stated, "I've found it already. I was just tidying up a bit when you called."
"Okay," He smiled at her. "I actually just came to-"
"Evy!"
Evelyn sighed at the sound of her brother's voice in the hallway. That man officially has the worst timing.
"I forgot to ask you- Oh. Hello..." Jonathan stated as he entered the open door. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Oh, actu-" Evelyn started.
"Good! As I was saying, Evy, I may need a bit more quid for this evening," Jonathan interrupted yet again.
Evelyn sighed and rolled her eyes. She then went to her bureau and pulled out her change purse. She handed her brother a twenty-pound note. "Here. Now will you leave me alone for the evening?"
"Yes, yes, of course." Jonathan turned to walk out the door, staring at the money as if it were a long, lost lover. "'Night, sis. O'Connell," He winked at the American as he exited the room, leaving the door wide open.
Evelyn and O'Connell stood in a moment of silence.
"You were saying, mister O'Connell?" Evelyn finally asked.
"Oh, call me Rick," He stated, "And I, uh... I forgot."
She shook her head and smiled.
"Well, I'd better go. See ya," He turned and left the room, quietly shutting the door.
"'Bye," Evelyn stated to the closed door, "Rick." She stared at the door a moment, then sighed. Jonathan is right, she thought to herself, though she hated to admit this rare phenomenon. I don't think he is that bad of a man. Even though he did practically take advantage of me. She sat on her bed and stared off into space. Even if it was a rather decent kiss...
AN: Tell me what you think, pretty please? The next chapter is written already. Don't worry, I am planning on finishing this one!! Only three more to write!!
1926
Evelyn had just begun to unpack a few of her things on the boat out of Giza. She tossed clothing, books, and other odds and ends about as she frantically searched for the tome she had been reading most recently. She could average about a book a day but with work and her brother's latest "find" she hardly had the time to concentrate on literary acts of pleasure.
Jonathan had really done it this time. He had sunk low enough to steal from an inebriated man. She swore to her self silently that if the puzzle box hadn't have been of such great importance that she would have punished him more severely then merely scolding him.
This is all Jonathan's fault, anyway, she thought to herself as she continued her search. If he had kept his sticky little fingers to himself, we wouldn't be being escorted out into the desert by a questionable, and a bit attractive, American and- she cut herself off from her thoughts.
"Ah ha!" she shouted, pulling the book out of one of her bags, holding it up in the air. "Finally," she sighed.
"'Ello, Old Mum!" Jonathan shouted, as he burst the door of her cabin open. "Whew," he whistled, surveying the mess his sister had just made. "What happened here?"
"Oh, nothing. I, I was just looking for my book," Evelyn stated, seeming a bit spaced out. She fidgeted a bit and then faced her brother. "And do you ever knock?"
"No, unfortunately," he answered simply. "What's with you?"
"What? What are you talking about?" Evelyn answered, "Nothing is 'with' me."
"Ah, I get it." Jonathan sat in the chair at her vanity. "You're thinking about O'Connell!"
"What?! I, I have no idea what you're talking about!" Evelyn stated defensively, yet a bit too nervously for her brother not to notice.
"Don't be stupid, Evy. I know what you're up to."
"Oh?" She glared at him, "and what exactly am I 'up to'?"
"Uh," Jonathan stated, taken aback. What is she up to?
"See," she stated, placing her hands on her hips. "I told you. I have no idea what you're talking about and it appears that neither do you."
"You fancy him don't you?" Jonathan asked, immediately.
"I... What?" She looked alarmed.
"You heard me. You think he's charming." He said, grinning like a schoolgirl.
"Jonathan, I just met the man, and in a rather unromantic situation, not to mention. How on Earth could you think that?" She stared at him, challengingly.
"I saw the way you looked at him at the port," he answered. "I haven't seen that look on your face since that poor sod Daniel started following you around."
"Well, I...I..." Her face fell from it's tense condition. "Is it really that obvious?" she asked, quietly.
"To the casual observer, no, but to me, deafeningly."
"Do you think he noticed?" Evelyn asked.
"Nah, I wouldn't worry about it," Jonathan said, shaking his head and standing. "You're secret's safe with me."
Sure it is, Evelyn thought. She only nodded her head.
"Well, I'm off," Jonathan stated, heading for the door. "I've made a few friends and they'd like to have a bit of a drink." Evelyn knew this was Jonathan for, 'I'm off to gamble away what little spending we have left for the trip'. "See you later, sis." Evelyn only nodded in response.
After her brother had gone, she began to pack the things she had tossed around back her bags. She had only just begun when a soft knock landed on her door.
"Who is it?" she asked to the polite visitor, assuming it was Jonathan, coming to ask for more money. She continued placing items in her luggage.
"It's me," A deep baritone answered from the other side of the door.
Evelyn stopped her cleaning at the sound. The voice made her heart skip a quick beat. O'Connell, she thought, a soft smile gracing her features. She regained her composure. "Um, just a moment." She left her bags and paced a bit. She then gave in and went to the door. There on the other side, stood the handsome American. Evelyn smiled at him politely. "Hello," she said, remaining calm. "Can I help you Mister O'Connell?"
"Uh, Hi. I was just seeing how everything was going," he answered. He peered about the cabin. "Whoa. What happened here?" he asked with a chuckle, placing a hand on the doorframe.
"What? Oh, I was searching for something," She answered, a bit caught off guard. She moved a bit back from the door. Maybe Jonathan's right, she thought, I do think he is somewhat charming. At least he knocked.
"Do you need any help?" O'Connell asked he strode a little ways into the room.
"Oh, no," She stated, "I've found it already. I was just tidying up a bit when you called."
"Okay," He smiled at her. "I actually just came to-"
"Evy!"
Evelyn sighed at the sound of her brother's voice in the hallway. That man officially has the worst timing.
"I forgot to ask you- Oh. Hello..." Jonathan stated as he entered the open door. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Oh, actu-" Evelyn started.
"Good! As I was saying, Evy, I may need a bit more quid for this evening," Jonathan interrupted yet again.
Evelyn sighed and rolled her eyes. She then went to her bureau and pulled out her change purse. She handed her brother a twenty-pound note. "Here. Now will you leave me alone for the evening?"
"Yes, yes, of course." Jonathan turned to walk out the door, staring at the money as if it were a long, lost lover. "'Night, sis. O'Connell," He winked at the American as he exited the room, leaving the door wide open.
Evelyn and O'Connell stood in a moment of silence.
"You were saying, mister O'Connell?" Evelyn finally asked.
"Oh, call me Rick," He stated, "And I, uh... I forgot."
She shook her head and smiled.
"Well, I'd better go. See ya," He turned and left the room, quietly shutting the door.
"'Bye," Evelyn stated to the closed door, "Rick." She stared at the door a moment, then sighed. Jonathan is right, she thought to herself, though she hated to admit this rare phenomenon. I don't think he is that bad of a man. Even though he did practically take advantage of me. She sat on her bed and stared off into space. Even if it was a rather decent kiss...
AN: Tell me what you think, pretty please? The next chapter is written already. Don't worry, I am planning on finishing this one!! Only three more to write!!