"Of all the Enfernal Distractions!"
A funny, twisted retelling of the Mummy... Evy meets up with an old friend
and her family in Egypt and they all go off looking for Hamunaptra. Ardeth
dosen't know what to make of the legendary Sitt Hakim, and Emerson is,
well, Emerson... Crossover with the Ameila Peabody series by Elizabeth
Peters.
Disclaimers: I don't own any of these characters. The Emersons are property of Elizabeth Peters and everybody else is owned by Universal, I guess.
Note: The timeline here is really weird. In the books, the Emersons lived in the 1900-1917 period, while The Mummy takes place later. For creative purposes, the times, ages and etc. have been shifted... PLEASE don't sue me! This takes place right before the book He Shall Thunder in the Sky in the Emerson's universe, so Nefret and Ramses haven't actually gotten together... yet.
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Evelyn Carnahan stared at her elder brother in shock. He was sitting in the display sarcoughegus, looking rather drunk.
"Have you no respect for the dead?!" she hissed, grabbing the arm of the mummy her brother had in his lap.
"Oh, of course I do, Evy, but sometimes i'd rather like to join them!" Jonathan declared with a rediculas grin.
"Well, I wish you would do it sooner rather than later, before you ruin My carrer the way you've ruined yours. Oh, come on Jonathan get out."
"My dear baby sister, I'll have you know that right now my life is on a high note!" Jonathan declared drunkenly.
"High note, ha! Oh, come on Jonathan, I'm really not in the mood for you," Evy began to pace in the area between the coffin and a large statue of Ra,"I've just made a bit of the mess in the liberary, and the Bimbridge scholars have rejected my application form AGAIN; they say I don't have enough experience in the field!" Jonathan's face sobered up slightly at his sister's obvious distress. He clammered out of the coffin and threw an arm around her shoulders.
"You'll always have me, old mum," he grinned and began to giggle,"Besides, I have something that will cheer you up!"
"Oh, no, Jonathan, not another worthless trinket. If I have to take one more peice of junk to the curator to try and... sell for you... where did you get this?" She stared down at the small gold box he had fished out of the coffin.
"On a dig, down in, uh, Thebes. All my life I've never found anything, please tell me I found something?" Evelyn twisted the bottom half of the octogonal box and several triangle peices flipped outward to form a star. She pulled a folded sheet of papryus out of the center of the box.
"Jonathan," Evy said softly,"I think you found something."
"See the cartouche there? It's the official royal seal of Seti the First, I'm sure of it!" Eveyln told the museum curator excitedly.
"Perhaps..." the Arab studdied the map skepticly.
"Two questions!" Jonathan leaned on the mahogany desk, just as excited as his sister,"Who the hell was Seti the First, and was he rich?"
"He was the second pharaoh of the 19th Dynasty, said to be the wealthiest pharaoh of them all," Evelyn answered.
"Good, I like this fellow, I like him VERY much!"
"I've already dated the map, it's over three thousand years old," she pointed to the paper,"And if you look at the heratic there... well, it's Hamunaptra."
"Don't be rediculas!" the curator snapped,"We're scholars, not treasure hunters. Hamunaptra is a myth, told by ancient Arab storytellers to amuse Greek and Roman tourists."
"Yes, yes, I know all the silly blather about the city being protected by the curse of the mummy nonsense, BUT my research has led me to believe that the city itself may have actually existed."
"Are we talking about THE Hamunaptra?" Jonathan asked suddenly.
"Yes. The City of the Dead. Where the earliest pharaohs were said to have buried the wealth of Egypt."
"Yeah, in a big, underground treasure chamber," he began to circle the desk, waving his hands excitedly. The curator snorted.
"Oh, come on, everyone knows the story! The entire acropolis was rigged to sink into the sand, a flick of the switch, and the whole place would disappear into the sand dunes... taking the treasure with it."
"As the Americans would say," the curator shook out the map to get a better look, and accidently caught the corner on fire,"It's all fairytales and hokum- Oh my goodness!" The Carnahans fell to the floor, trying to put out the fire. Jonathan lifted it carefully.
"You burnt it!" he cried accusingly,"You burnt off the part with the lost city!"
"It's for the best, i'm sure. Many men have wasted their lives in the foolish pursuit of Hamunaptra. No one's ever found it. Most have never returned."
"Um, excuse me," Jonathan stared at the beautiful young woman entered the room,"I was looking for- Evy?"
"Nefret?" Evy asked, incredulous.
"Ah, Miss Forth. Forgive me. The Father of Curses must be waiting. I had better go see to him. I see you know Miss Carnahan. Perhaps you can convince her and her wayward brother they are wasting their time. Excuse me." The curator left as the pretty redhead ran forward to embrace Evy. She then turned to Jonathan.
"So this is the infamous Jonathan," she grinned,"It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Nefret Forth, by the way. I went to school with Evy in England. What was that all about...?"
"Nefret?" a slender, handsome young man poked his head into the room,"I just thought i'd let you know that were heading back to the hotel. Father is harassing the staff agian..."
"Oh, Ramses, you never met Evy, did you?" Nefret asked, blue eyes wide.
"No, I don't believe so."
"Well, this is Evelyn Carnahan. I went to school with her."
"Ah, yes, i've heard of your father," Ramses smiled and held out his hand,"I'm Ramses Emerson." Evy's eyes widened slightly,"Oh, my. I've read your book on heiroglyphics. Very impressive."
"Thank you," his tanned face flushed slightly.
"This is my brother, Jonathan," Evy introduced the men.
"Nice to meet you, old chap," Jonathan nodded, trying to act like a dignified older man. Ramses raised his eyebrows slightly, but nodded demurly.
"RAMSES!" a loud bellow made Evy jump and Ramses wince.
"Yes, Father?" he called back.
"Where in the devil- Oh. Hallo. Er, Nefret..." a very large man with curly black hair and peircing sapphire eyes entered the room. Dressed only in a collarless flannel shirt and plain trousers, he still cut a rather imposing figure,"Friend of yours?" Nefret smiled, tossing her hair over her shoulders.
"Yes, Professor. These are the Carnahans. I went to school with Evelyn, remember? I know I told you about her. Anyway, this is her brother Jonathan."
"Ah, yes I met Carnahan. Your father, I presume? He was never the best excavator, but his ideas were interesting..." Radcliffe Emerson, known as the Father of Curses by the Arab population of most of Egypt, nodded thoughtfully. Evy and Jonathan exchanged rather confused glances.
"No one's techniques measure up with yours, Professor. This is Radcliffe Emerson. I told you about my family, didn't I Evy?"
"You mentioned them, yes, but I never thought..." Evy stared up with wonder. Then she seemed to remember her manners and nodded politly at one of the most skilled and famous Egyptologists of her time,"It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Emerson."
"Bah, you're a friend of my daughter's, aren't you? My name is Emerson, not Mister," Emerson grinned savagely,"What are you two 'wasting your time' with? I know he can be a stingy old bloke, particularly with any artifacts relating to that damned city... Well, look at this. Perfectly preserved... Amazing. Where did you get this?" Evy looked to Jonathan, who grimaced.
"Well, about that..."
Hiya, folks! Hope you like it! I'm a huge fan of both series and a crossover was just beckoning to be done... Please review!
Later
Neffy
Disclaimers: I don't own any of these characters. The Emersons are property of Elizabeth Peters and everybody else is owned by Universal, I guess.
Note: The timeline here is really weird. In the books, the Emersons lived in the 1900-1917 period, while The Mummy takes place later. For creative purposes, the times, ages and etc. have been shifted... PLEASE don't sue me! This takes place right before the book He Shall Thunder in the Sky in the Emerson's universe, so Nefret and Ramses haven't actually gotten together... yet.
* * *
Evelyn Carnahan stared at her elder brother in shock. He was sitting in the display sarcoughegus, looking rather drunk.
"Have you no respect for the dead?!" she hissed, grabbing the arm of the mummy her brother had in his lap.
"Oh, of course I do, Evy, but sometimes i'd rather like to join them!" Jonathan declared with a rediculas grin.
"Well, I wish you would do it sooner rather than later, before you ruin My carrer the way you've ruined yours. Oh, come on Jonathan get out."
"My dear baby sister, I'll have you know that right now my life is on a high note!" Jonathan declared drunkenly.
"High note, ha! Oh, come on Jonathan, I'm really not in the mood for you," Evy began to pace in the area between the coffin and a large statue of Ra,"I've just made a bit of the mess in the liberary, and the Bimbridge scholars have rejected my application form AGAIN; they say I don't have enough experience in the field!" Jonathan's face sobered up slightly at his sister's obvious distress. He clammered out of the coffin and threw an arm around her shoulders.
"You'll always have me, old mum," he grinned and began to giggle,"Besides, I have something that will cheer you up!"
"Oh, no, Jonathan, not another worthless trinket. If I have to take one more peice of junk to the curator to try and... sell for you... where did you get this?" She stared down at the small gold box he had fished out of the coffin.
"On a dig, down in, uh, Thebes. All my life I've never found anything, please tell me I found something?" Evelyn twisted the bottom half of the octogonal box and several triangle peices flipped outward to form a star. She pulled a folded sheet of papryus out of the center of the box.
"Jonathan," Evy said softly,"I think you found something."
"See the cartouche there? It's the official royal seal of Seti the First, I'm sure of it!" Eveyln told the museum curator excitedly.
"Perhaps..." the Arab studdied the map skepticly.
"Two questions!" Jonathan leaned on the mahogany desk, just as excited as his sister,"Who the hell was Seti the First, and was he rich?"
"He was the second pharaoh of the 19th Dynasty, said to be the wealthiest pharaoh of them all," Evelyn answered.
"Good, I like this fellow, I like him VERY much!"
"I've already dated the map, it's over three thousand years old," she pointed to the paper,"And if you look at the heratic there... well, it's Hamunaptra."
"Don't be rediculas!" the curator snapped,"We're scholars, not treasure hunters. Hamunaptra is a myth, told by ancient Arab storytellers to amuse Greek and Roman tourists."
"Yes, yes, I know all the silly blather about the city being protected by the curse of the mummy nonsense, BUT my research has led me to believe that the city itself may have actually existed."
"Are we talking about THE Hamunaptra?" Jonathan asked suddenly.
"Yes. The City of the Dead. Where the earliest pharaohs were said to have buried the wealth of Egypt."
"Yeah, in a big, underground treasure chamber," he began to circle the desk, waving his hands excitedly. The curator snorted.
"Oh, come on, everyone knows the story! The entire acropolis was rigged to sink into the sand, a flick of the switch, and the whole place would disappear into the sand dunes... taking the treasure with it."
"As the Americans would say," the curator shook out the map to get a better look, and accidently caught the corner on fire,"It's all fairytales and hokum- Oh my goodness!" The Carnahans fell to the floor, trying to put out the fire. Jonathan lifted it carefully.
"You burnt it!" he cried accusingly,"You burnt off the part with the lost city!"
"It's for the best, i'm sure. Many men have wasted their lives in the foolish pursuit of Hamunaptra. No one's ever found it. Most have never returned."
"Um, excuse me," Jonathan stared at the beautiful young woman entered the room,"I was looking for- Evy?"
"Nefret?" Evy asked, incredulous.
"Ah, Miss Forth. Forgive me. The Father of Curses must be waiting. I had better go see to him. I see you know Miss Carnahan. Perhaps you can convince her and her wayward brother they are wasting their time. Excuse me." The curator left as the pretty redhead ran forward to embrace Evy. She then turned to Jonathan.
"So this is the infamous Jonathan," she grinned,"It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Nefret Forth, by the way. I went to school with Evy in England. What was that all about...?"
"Nefret?" a slender, handsome young man poked his head into the room,"I just thought i'd let you know that were heading back to the hotel. Father is harassing the staff agian..."
"Oh, Ramses, you never met Evy, did you?" Nefret asked, blue eyes wide.
"No, I don't believe so."
"Well, this is Evelyn Carnahan. I went to school with her."
"Ah, yes, i've heard of your father," Ramses smiled and held out his hand,"I'm Ramses Emerson." Evy's eyes widened slightly,"Oh, my. I've read your book on heiroglyphics. Very impressive."
"Thank you," his tanned face flushed slightly.
"This is my brother, Jonathan," Evy introduced the men.
"Nice to meet you, old chap," Jonathan nodded, trying to act like a dignified older man. Ramses raised his eyebrows slightly, but nodded demurly.
"RAMSES!" a loud bellow made Evy jump and Ramses wince.
"Yes, Father?" he called back.
"Where in the devil- Oh. Hallo. Er, Nefret..." a very large man with curly black hair and peircing sapphire eyes entered the room. Dressed only in a collarless flannel shirt and plain trousers, he still cut a rather imposing figure,"Friend of yours?" Nefret smiled, tossing her hair over her shoulders.
"Yes, Professor. These are the Carnahans. I went to school with Evelyn, remember? I know I told you about her. Anyway, this is her brother Jonathan."
"Ah, yes I met Carnahan. Your father, I presume? He was never the best excavator, but his ideas were interesting..." Radcliffe Emerson, known as the Father of Curses by the Arab population of most of Egypt, nodded thoughtfully. Evy and Jonathan exchanged rather confused glances.
"No one's techniques measure up with yours, Professor. This is Radcliffe Emerson. I told you about my family, didn't I Evy?"
"You mentioned them, yes, but I never thought..." Evy stared up with wonder. Then she seemed to remember her manners and nodded politly at one of the most skilled and famous Egyptologists of her time,"It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Emerson."
"Bah, you're a friend of my daughter's, aren't you? My name is Emerson, not Mister," Emerson grinned savagely,"What are you two 'wasting your time' with? I know he can be a stingy old bloke, particularly with any artifacts relating to that damned city... Well, look at this. Perfectly preserved... Amazing. Where did you get this?" Evy looked to Jonathan, who grimaced.
"Well, about that..."
Hiya, folks! Hope you like it! I'm a huge fan of both series and a crossover was just beckoning to be done... Please review!
Later
Neffy