DISCLAIMER: The Mummy, The Mummy Returns, and it's characters belong to Stephen Sommers and Universal Pictures
AN: Thanks for the reviews! After several months, I finally got the time to start on Chapter 2, and I just now got up the nerve to post it! Please be nice in your reviews! This is my first Fanfic! )
Chapter 2:
Jonathan stared at the bags of gold and jewels with his mouth agape. He fell to his knees and a huge grin spread across his face as he started rummaging through the bags.
"Look at all this!" Jonathan practically squealed in delight. "Either I'm dreaming, or someone up there really likes me! Ouch!" Jonathan rubbed his pinched arm and glared up at Rick.
"Well I'll be damned," Rick smirked. "Someone DOES like you!"
"Oh, you two!" Evie shook her head. "Really. You'd think two grown men would be a bit more civilized." She knelt down next to Jonathan to get a better look. "We need to decide what we are going to do with all this."
"Well, that's easy! Rick was just saying earlier today, in a round about way mind you, that he has his treasure." Jonathan looked pointedly at his sister, who began blushing once again. "I believe his exact words were-"
"Thank you, Jonathan," Rick interrupted between gritted teeth. "I'm sure your sister and I remember what I said. Is there a point to this or are you just trying to embarrass the hell out of your sister?"
"Alright, alright. My point is this. You two found your treasure in each other, therefore it would only be fair for me to have all this," he swept his hands out gesturing to the bags, "as my treasure!"
Rick crossed his arms and glared at Jonathan. "Nice try."
"Yah, figured it wouldn't work, but what's the harm in trying, eh?" he grinned innocently.
Evie rolled her eyes. "Well, we are getting nowhere fast. It's simple, really. Three bags, three of us. We each get one." She put her hand up as Jonathan opened his mouth to protest. "I'm sure each has about the same value in treasure."
She gazed at the treasure thoughtfully. "How do you suppose these bags got here anyway?"
"I'm guessing my late buddy Beni decided it was a good time to collect his reward for his troubles and get out while Imhotep was busy with his chanting session. Looks like we owe our thanks to the little weasel." Rick paused. "Comes to think of it, he owed us big time, so I guess we're even."
Evie gave a short nod of agreement and began packing the scattered pieces back into the bags.
"Let's just get these bags back on to the camels," said Rick.
"No, no!" Jonathan rushed to one of the bags and blocked it from Rick. "My bag stays with me."
"Oh honestly, Jonathan. We're in the middle of the desert. No harm will come to your treasure during the night. It will be right here on the camel within a few feet from our tents."
"Jonathan crossed his arms and stuck his chin up a notch. "No. Mine stays with me. I don't want to take any risks."
Rick put a hand on Evie's shoulder as a silent gesture that he'd take care of this. "That's perfectly fine, Jonathan. As long as you understand that you'll be moving that bag around on your own."
Jonathan beamed and bent down to grab the bag. The bloody thing weighed a ton! He grabbed it with both hands, dug his feet into the ground and gave a yank. This accomplished three things. One, the bag moved about two feet. Two, a bruised tailbone from landing hard on his arse as he lost the grip on the bag, and three, a blow to his ego as Rick chuckled and Evie tried to disguise her laughter as a coughing fit.
"I've changed my mind," Jonathan said as he rubbed his sore bottom and acted as if the whole thing didn't happen. "I'll just be taking this," he grabbed a gold scepter elaborately carved and encrusted with jewels, "and the rest can be tied back on the camel."
Rick shrugged and without a word, he swaggered over, tied the bag, lifted it in one hand, and had it tied to the camel in a minute flat.
"Show off," muttered Jonathan.
Rick and Jonathan worked on the last few details of getting the large tent set up and rechecking everything while Evie set up the three bed rolls and laid blankets out. As soon as she finished, she plopped down on the last bedroll and fell asleep as soon as her head touched the mat. A few minutes later, Rick and Jonathan entered the tent and both smiled as they saw her fast asleep.
Jonathan yawned. "Goodnight, chap. I'm beat!"
"Until dawn," said Rick making it sound as if getting up at dawn would be pure joy.
Rick took a step towards the middle mat intending to sleep next to Evie, but came to a halt as Jonathan rushed past him, jumped into the middle bedroll, said another quick goodnight, and was snoring all in a record ten seconds; his new scepter clutched to his chest as if it were a teddy bear.
Rick frowned and grumbled as he dragged his feet to the last mat the furthest from Evie. He'd just have to use his body-heat-will-keep-us-warmer excuse to get close to Evie another time. Jonathan wouldn't always be around to keep them apart. Would he? With one last grumble, Rick fell asleep.
AN: Yes, I know it's short, but I've gotta get to bed and this is a good stopping point. I do have quite a bit more, however, it needs fixing up. But no worries! I'll have it posted soon!
