Author's Note: Notice how in this chapter, there is no talking?
Walking in the sand of Egypt wasn't anything new, especially because she was an Egyptologist and an Archaeologist, but somehow, this time, it was very different. This time, she was walking with her husband, and they were both looking for something that lay hidden in these sand dunes and pyramids, some secret that had lain there for eons, just waiting to be discovered. They would be the first to find it, and the first to feel its wrath, but somehow, none of that mattered right now. For in this moment, they were simply man and wife.
Shooting straight up and disrupting her sleep, Liz Tucker had to shake off the feeling that she was married again to Drake. Drake, her wonderful husband, was dead. There was nothing left of him, and barely anything of there people. But the dream was so real, she felt like she was there.
Walking to the bathroom of her apartment, she slashed some cold water on her face and blinked slowly, trying to regain her composure. She didn't want to go back to sleep and face him, but what other choice did she have? She was needed at the base tomorrow for another mission with her good friends. She'd get chewed if she wasn't well rested, and it could put their mission in jeopardy, whatever it may be.
Approaching her bed slowly, she started to slip into it, spotting something out of the corner of her eye. Someone was standing in the corner, smiling softly at her, looming in the dark shadows of her bed room. Turning around slowly, she blinked and tried to see who it was.
Gasping in shock, she realized this couldn't be, it couldn't possibly be him. He was dead; he died on a whole other planet. She was at his funeral, she held his dead body, and watched his mother clean their decaying home. Her dead husband Drake could not be standing here, it wasn't possible.
And yet, it almost had to be, he had to be alive; for if not her sake, then for his mother's. He had to still be alive, he just had to. She couldn't stand another day living without him. Although it had been a year or so, she still couldn't stand the empty bed, and no one who could truly appreciate her presence in a room. She wasn't able to find the words to speak to him, his shadowy figure fading into the night as she approached him, leaving the empty bed far behind her.
As she reached out to brush her fingers against his soft lips, he was gone and there was nothing but a corner there. Shaking her head, she realized that she must have just been hallucinating, but this was worse than the dream. Going back to her pillow, she cried herself to sleep.
The shadows grew longer on the pyramids that lined the sand. They were so carefully constructed, with so much time and effort put into them, how could they have ever even been here in the first place? Hadn't anyone considered that they were ships? These things couldn't have been constructed 'just because' by the Ancient Egyptians, that would be pointless in a perfectly sane society. They had to find the proof they needed to make a laughing stock out of the entire Archaeology community, they would make fun of them no longer. Today would be the day that the married couple got the last laugh, if only they could get deep enough into the right one without being caught be someone.
The giggles and excitement were tampered down as the duo entered the narrow hall, hoping none of this effort was for nothing, and yet almost knowing for sure that they were right. They had seen ships like these in action, now only to prove the truth, even if the United States wanted that hidden. There was no one to stop them now as they kissed for good luck and went down the cursed walkways.
Screaming as she jumped up in her bed, she saw Drake again in front of her. Was she still dreaming? If she was, how did she get from Egypt to here? But, what if she wasn't dreaming at all? What if she was back in reality? He couldn't be alive, but there he was, right in front of her, at the edge of her bed, his sweet smile looming over the dank room.
As she reached out to touch him, he jumped back, and then shimmered away. He was gone again, and there was nothing she could do about it, absolutely nothing. There was no way to bring him back, his kind was unable to use the sarcophagi, and it was pointless to want what couldn't be had. She had to move on with her life.
Looking at the clock beside her, she realized that it was almost time for sunup, and she wanted to get an early start to work anyways. Arising out of her bed, she showered slowly, basking in the warm mist that was created, trying to put all thought of her late husband out of her mind. Putting on her uniform without the patches, she went out to her car to go to work.