Summary: Set about a year after TM. The O'Connels are living in London and everything is perfect and peacefull. Evelyn just discovered she is pregnant and thats when things start to get complicated.

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Pitty, isn't it?

Acknowledgements: Thanx Nicky! I can't express in words how much I am proud and happy that it's you who is my betta. I am sure every writer would turn green with envy when knowing how great you are! The sweetest kiss for you honey! XXX

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williz – You are so flattering me every time! THANK you so much. But be carefull, or I get too smug:)

danielle515 - Aw, poor sweetness that you are willing to chceck for and update every day. Well, extra for you hon, an early update. :)

mummy loverGlad you liked the last chapter, curious what you will think of the next. Well, the Jonathan question. From what I understood, in TMR, Jon is talking (ok, so he is showing off :) to the blonde, when the bad guys approach and he says: „Sorry, we must be in the wrong house." Then the blonde says:"I though you said this was your house" and then Jon replies:"No, I didn't". Then there was the curator, thinking Jon was Rick, I gues if he knew there was somebody else living in the house, he wouldn't be so sure bout Jon being Rick.

The O'Connels were also.. you could say, pretty pissed when finding out Jon was there, or at least that a lady left some girly stuff hanging on the cupboard, which I guess they wouldnt, when Jon lived with them – thoy would expect smt like that. And I guess they would also search the house for him the first thing they got home, but they obviously didnt.

I don't know, it's not directly mentioned in the movie, but understood it that way that Jon lived somewhere else, but because he knew the O'Connels were away, he wanted to show off with he house and the nice stories of him killing Imhotep and being rich. But thanks for the question.

Thanx for the TMR rerun reminder, was very pleased, but there is one slight problem, I dont have that channel, I am not American. :) But I indeed have both dvds, so I can watch them anytime I wish. I got your point though, I too never skip a rerun of my favourite movies on TV. :)

And to your last question, no I havent seen Constantine yet, but I am very looking forward to. I love Rachel Weisz and Keanu Reeves so I hope to find some to to go to see it. I believe its not in the cinemas yet. Our distributors are a bit slow with some movies. :)

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A/N: Heyya all. I hope you all had a very happy and peacefull Easter!

And the next chappie is here:) hope you enjoy it, this one is a bit longer, but really just a slightly bit. Take it as a reward for all you sweethearts who I can call my readers. :)

Well, i have to warn you, this one is so sappy and cloying, that I cant actualy believe I was me who wrote it:) But hey, I can nothing for it, Its my muse, she can be sooo pathetic at times! I am always telling her: "Look girl, we should move on with the story, what do ya think?" And she replies:"Of course hon, lets do it!" She is such a tricky liar sometimes...And I am that silly to always fall for the same trick. So ppl, I am in your hands, have mercy. :)

One more message for my sweet sister Theli – Hon, I warned you, you still have the chance to turn back and run:D

OK, but enough of me, lets get on with the story, shall we?

Everything comes full circle

Chapter 4 - Want to know a secret?

By Liz Parker

Rick has already been in most of the rooms in their house but he still couldn't see any sign of Evelyn. It was moments like this that he hated the house being so big.

He went to check the guest room first, half expecting, half hoping to find Evelyn there, stubbornly laying on the bed with her back turned to him. But the room was empty. So he checked other rooms as well – the sitting room, the study, the small library, kitchen, dining room, but his wife was nowhere to be found. The more worried he got the more he checked places with less and less probability to find her in. This places included two spare rooms fully crammed with their stuff brought back from Egypt after moving to London, all three bathrooms, the utility room, basement… and hell, he even checked the cellar.

He was really worried now. He knew how obstinate Evie could be sometimes and he desperately hoped she wouldn't do anything foolish like going for a long night walk. She was only in her thin nightgown and it was not more than a few degrees above zero outside, but he still could imagine her creeping through the night just in her slippers and nightgown to the nearby forest to think and clear her head. She used to do that a lot lately, liked the silence and felt safe there, much to Ricks dislike, who was from nature suspicious. The though of his wife waltzing alone through the forest, at ANY hour of the day, lost to the world in her own thoughts, just freaked him out. She often laughed at his concerns ("God Rick! Why would ANYBODY go to a forest just to wait for somebody to go around and harm him?"), being so naive sometimes. It was times like this he regretted them not having a dog. Ok, so yes he may be a bit mistrustful towards people, but hey, he had some convincing experiences that proved his view.

He looked around the big sitting room again, searching for signs, any signs of Evelyn. His eyes rested on the sofa, noticing something was missing. It was Evies pullover, the one she was wearing that very evening, when laying on his lap. He remembered her taking it off and leaving it on the sofa when going upstairs.

"SHIT!"

He grabbed his coat from the peg in the hall, slipped into his boots and made his way straight to the kitchen and through the French door leading to the veranda, which was facing the now dark forest. He did not even bother to lock the door as he headed straight to the forest, already obsessed with the though of Evie being there.

"You know I hate it when you walk in your shoes through the house." came a soft but clear voice from behind. He stopped in his tracks and turned abruptly.

"And I also prefer our doors being locked when going out." She was sitting on the swing in the corner of the veranda with her pullover on, her legs pulled to her chest, covered with a thick blanket.

Ok, so he panicked. How else on Earth could he forget to check the veranda first? He was standing there, dumbfounded and speechless. But a heavy weight has been lifted from his chest.

"Have you so little trust in me or were just so foolish that you seriously though I would rush out of our house just in my nightgown and slippers and head straight to the forest at this time of night?" her voice was calm but cool.

Rick indeed did think that and now felt ashamed. He struggled for words.

"Well I …ok, I panicked. I couldn't find you in the house and so I …" he trailed off.

"So you immediately jumped to the conclusion I went away." Her gaze made his own drop to the ground. Well, it was not like she didn't tell him she was tired and wanted to get some sleep! And this was definitely not a place where to find a sleep-eager person.

"You told me you were not up to a fight and wanted to get some sleep. So I expected you to be someplace able to do that." "Careful, careful boy, you are walking on thin ice." This was definitely NOT a way to start making up.

"I guess that after what was said, falling asleep won't be that easy." She replied and focused her gaze on the trees behing him.

"You do know that I did not mean what I said, don't you?" Asked Rick with a chocked voice.

"Honestly, I don't know what to think."

"That your husband is a rude snappish scoundrel who you don't like a bit right now?" It worked, she gave him a small shy smile. "When did Jonathan tell you that?"

"After our first big argument." She raised her eyebrows.

"A big argument with Jonathan? When did that happen?"

"Man, NO!" He couldn't help but chuckle. "After OUR first big argument, hon!" She furrowed her brow, searching for the memory he meant. He helped her out.

"When you refused to leave the fort with us and the Americans. I asked Jon if you were always like that and he told me that I could be lucky enough you spoke to me at all, after 'what I did' in the prison. Said you didn't like it a bit and called me a filthy rude scoundrel." He gave her an amused look.

She went red. "That little squealer!"

"But of course that little peace of information couldn't hold me back." Rick smiled smugly.

She rolled her eyes. "Well, you can't deny that what I said then was true."

"No, I guess I can't."

They remained in silence for a few moments. The Rick continued: "I am glad you decided to give me a second chance. Could you possibly do that again?" He stared at her instensly.

"What are you talking about?" She knew perfectly what he was talking about.

"I am talking about what I said to you today. And that I did not mean a single word. I was angry and upset and I really don't know what got into me at that moment, but believe me, if I could, I would take everything back!"

"Why? You just said what you thought. It's not like I didn't know it before." At this he stepped closer to her, sitting down on the swing next to her. Then forced her with the palm of his right hand to look at him.

"And that's where you are wrong. Evie, you can't blame yourself for what happened at Hamunaptra. It was NOT your fault! Nobody's at all's actualy. There is no way you are going to take the blame." Her eyes were bright and full of unspoken guilt.

When she replied, her words were barely over a whisper: "You said it yourself. I said it was just a book. And it was me who stole it, who had been so bloody curious, who read those words and brought him back to life. Me, me, ME. All those death people, the image of mr Burns... Sometimes, I just can't shake the memories off, they haunt me. Still, most of the time you make me so happy I almost forget. But today, you said it aloud and I..."

She lowered her head, silent tears rolling down her cheeks and seaking her pullover. He did not know what to say, what to do to make her feel better... so he hugged her. He hugged her with all his strenght and love, with all the passion and concern, kissing the top of her head and hoping she could feel it. Rick could almost see the guilt washing over her, her body trembling and shaking with sobbs. He never knew she had it in her and was shocked she could hide something like that from him for so long. Severel minutes passed.

Then, her sobbs quiet down a bit, at least the violent ones. He was holding her tighter, whispering reassuring loving words into her ear, pleading her to stop torturing herself like that. It was surely not good for her and definitely not for their child. With both arms around her back, he moved his right one to grasp her hand. It was so little, he noticed. She was so little. He realised he often used to forget that. It was due to her quick temperament, determinedness and life optimism. But right now, she was so fragile and little, nothing like the woman he knew most of the time. He also knew she wouldn't confess weakness and show her vulnerability to anybody, that's why she had the reputation of a strong independent tough person who could keep up even with the guys, among the people they knew. Even Rick didn't get the chance to see her like this very often, to be honest, he never really saw her as much uspet as today, ever, and it was breaking his heart.

Rick knew that some of her misogynic colleagues would give anything to see her like this and he gritted his teeth.

He heard one final sob and a big sigh. She shifted her head in a position that her ear now rested on his chest. Her eyes were red and puffy, but she looked much calmer now.

"Better?" Asked Rick. She nodded, her hair tickling the curve of his neck. "Please, don't do this to yourself again, hon. To both...in fact, to all three of us." Continued Rick in a quiet voice. She gave a slight nod. They sat there in silence, Rick giving her the space to find her balance again. He now understood and had to admit to himself, though unwillingly, that this was something he couldn't help her with. She would blame herself, for the rest of her life. He knew that feeling. And he also knew that whatever he said or did it wouldn't erase the memories and the feeling of guilt. But he knew the worst was over now and God knew he would do everything to help her chase away all the biting memories, which would hopefully slowly fade away.

After a few moments he noticed she was perfectly still, her eyes closed.

"Evie? Are you asleep?"

He expected her to be and was suprised when he got a completely conscious answer: "No, I am not."

"What are you doing then?"

"Listening."

"To what?"

"Your heart. It beats in such a steady rhytm it calms me down. It's very agreeable." She smiled, never opening her eyes.

"You are welcome. Anytime." The smile grew.

"I believe we should get inside, it's pretty chilly out here."

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Don't worry, I am not cold."

"Well, am afraid I am." She looked so sheepish it made him laugh.

"Don't worry, I am a tough guy, I will live through it. C'mon, let's get inside." He got up, took her hands and pulled her up. The cover fell to the ground. To picked it and wrapped in around Evelyn's shoulders.

"Feel like having a cup of hot chocolate?"

She grinned. "You know I could have hot chocolate anytime."

He grinned back and opened the French door, leading to their kitchen.

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Evelyn has been working the whole morning trying to work out the secret of an wooden object that came along in the delivery a few weeks ago. It resembled a board game of some kind, but she had never seen any thing like it before and couldn't figure out how it worked.

The object looked like a colourfully painted wooden desk with some funny yellow and green strings attached to the sides, on each end binded a different kind of wooden animal.

She was very tired due to lack of sleep caused by the night talk. And her morning sickness has turned out to be a morning-to-noon sickness. She was very hungry but did not dare to eat anything.

And she was also angry. In fact so much, that she almost broke the wooden desk when remembering what Tom, a work collegue and friend, told her an hour ago. ("Better not go to your office today, Evie, Carrey is furious. He is shouting at everybody. I heard him yelling at Johnson just because he was 'breething too loudly'! I doubt he will appear here, but considering how much he dislikes you, staying in your office would be sheer suicide.") Mr. Carrey was really getting on her nerves. She never ever had problems with her bosses, well not counting the curator of the Museum of Cairo and the little mess she once caused in the library...may he rest in peace.

There were some loud noises coming from outside the chamber and Evelyn lifted her head to see what was causing them. For a short crazy moment she horrified it was mr. Carrey, who finally found out where she was and was now coming to give her a roasting for whatever reason. This man was really giving her some gastric neurosis.

The noises were nearing but they now sounded differently, they were cheerful and Evelyn could hear laughter. Then a silver curly head peered round the corner and she recognized Bob, the museum guide. He looked around and tried to overshout the din.

"Hello Evelyn! I have a class of schoolchildren here and I would like to ask you if it was possible to show them this place as well, though it's not a part of the expedition. They are very curious children..." He said tiredly laying against the doorframe. He then took out his handkerchief and wiped off the sweat that formed on his face.

"Would there be a problem? I promise I will take care so they don't break or take anything."

Evie smiled. "No no, of course not. Would be a pleasure!" She loved it when young people, especially children, showed interest in egyptology.

Bob made an inviting gesture and a group of approximately fifteen children and an older woman, probably the teacher, ran in. They all could be the age of seven or eight, Evelyn tought, though her knowledge in this kind of area was questioning. They all looked amazed by the various artifacts and objects lying all around the place. She noticed they were very careful not to touch or break anything. Evelyn found this very amusing, because most of the children visiting the museum were the precise opposite. They touched everything or took them in there hands, on rare occasions, even making the object break. Of course that no object was easy to get to, but children always found a way. Despite that, Evelyn loved the visits of children the most. The were always so curious and asked good and straight questions.

"I told them the curse of Horus scepter would fall upon them when making any harm to any object in this museum." Came Bob's quiet voice from her left. She turned her head, her eyes wide. "You told them WHAT?"

Bob grinned at her expression. "Hey! It works! I am seriosly considering telling this to every school visit that comes here." Then turned to the room and continued in a more serious and loud voice. "When you are finished with the observation, we may move to the next chamber, the chamber of Anubis."

The room quickly empted and Evelyn was again left alone to her thoughts. She looked at the object of her previous interest, when something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. There was a small boy with sandy hair standing in the doorway, watching her intensely. He smiled at her and she smiled back. Clearly encouraged by her gesture, the boy stepped closer and spoke in a shy voice.

"Hello." He said looking directly at her, still smiling. She noticed he had piercing blue eyes.

"Hello." Replied Evelyn, not knowing what else to say. "Can I somehow help you?"

"No. I mean yes, I mean...I saw you when mr. Bob (Mr. Bob, HA! Evelyn had to smile at that.) let us in and he was talking to ya and asking for your permission to enter and that means that you are working here and I...I...always though that only man worked as egyptologists, I mean I don't know if you are an egyptologist or not, but you are in this room with all these objects and are looking at one..I mean studying one and I though that I may ask if you actually were an egyptologist. Because I never met one and I would like to ask him, I mean her, I mean you, if you actually are an egyptologist and were in Egypt." The boy caught his breath and before the amazed Evelyn could recover, the boy continued without waiting for her answer.

"Because one day, I want to be an egyptologist too, though my mama and papa don't want me to. They say it is too dangerous and that I will change my mind later, but I know I won't and I need to know a few things, for example :Is it difficult to be an egyptologist? And are you one? And have you been to Egypt?" The boy fell silent and he obviously waited for her to say something.

"Well, I..I really am a Bembridge scholar on the field of Egyptology and I also have been to Egypt." The boy's face lit up.

"WOOOW! You really were there? How is it?"

"Hmm...hot and sandy and dry and wonderful." She said with a big smile.

"I always wanted to meet someone from Egypt, but I never met one." Said the boy sadly.

"Want to know a secret?" asked Evelyn in a lowered voice and a conspiratorial smile. The boy's eyes went wide. "Of course!"

"My mother was an egyptian.." she took out her small pendant and opened it "...see? That's her." The boy couldn't breathe with excitement. She could actualy see the little wheels working in his head.

"But that means, that you are Egyptian too!"

"Yes, half-egyptian." Smiled Evelyn broadly. The boy held out his hand and she took it. "I am very pleased to meet you miss...miss..." The boy looked at her sheepishly. "I am sorry, I don't know your name."

"My name is Evelyn, Evelyn O'Connel."

The boy looked at her suspiciously, his eyes narrowed. "That doesn't sound very Egyptian, but British. Or rather American..."

This boy was really smart. "That's because my father was British and my husband is American." She gave him a big smile. "You are very smart for your age. How old are you?"

"I just turned seven!" said the boy proudly. "Isn't your husband angry you are working here?"

"Why would he be?" Asked Evie dumbfounded.

"My dad always says woman shouldn't work but stay home with their children. That the man should work and earn money." Evie frowned. The boy smiled and said: "But you know what? I think my dad is not right. And I will tell him I met you and that you are an egyptologist and were in Egypt and that your husband does not mind you are working." Evie rewarded him with her most sweet smiles she usualy saved for Rick.

Then asked. "Shouldn't you be with your class? Your teacher must be already really worried."

"Aw, don't worry. Mrs. Frienkle knows me. She says I am a menace. So do my parents. They say there is no child in the world who is more naughty than me."

"Really?" asked Evelyn, amused by the boy's sense of sincerity.

"Uhm!" the boy noded will all seriousness.

"Do you have children mrs. O'Connel?"

"Well, I hope I soon will." She replied, a warm feeling spreading through her chest.

"My parents say nobody would like to have a child like me." Said the boy with sadness. "They say I attract too much problems." The boy hung his head and looked to the ground.

Evelyn was furious. What kind of parent would say something like that to his own child?

"You know what?" She lifted the boy's head with her index finger and looked directly in his eyes.

"Someday, I would LOVE to have a boy like you!" She said with all seriosness. The boy beamed.

"By the way, you didn't tell me your name yet, young man."

"Aw, I am so sorry, I did not introduce myself. How rude of me!" (Evie smiled inwardly at the polite phrases coming from this little boy)

"My name is Alex."

"Alex, what a beautiful name!" Cheered Evie. The boy's smile grew even wider, if possible, and his cheeks got a red shade.

"Do you know the famous Alexander the great, Alex?" The boy noded his head.

"Sure! I hope to be one day as famous as him! My granpa says my name was the best and that one day, it would bring me luck. He says the name is very important and that it determines the whole life. I am happy my name is Alex. I think it would be terrible if my name was..."

But what name Alex though would be terrible Evelyn never found out because his sentence was interrupted by a high-pitched voice coming from the corridor.

"Alexander Peter Parker! Where on earth are you hiding out this time!"

A furious Mrs. Frienkle stormed into the room making both, Evie and Alex, jump.

"You most probably think it is funny to hide from your teacher, but I tell you something, it is indeed not! The whole class is waiting at you outside! Don't worry, I will make sure you get punished when we return to school." She grabbed his hand and was dragging him out of the room before Evelyn got any chance to react.

"Goodbye mrs. O'Connel, it was very nice to meet you!" Shouted the little boy cheerefully, ignoring the teachers loud scolding. "I hope we will meet someday once again!" And he was gone.

She sat there, still a bit astounded. This little boy she just met steamrolled her. Her brow furrowed, she just got an idea. Her gace lit up.

"Alex." It was perfect.

TBC

End of chapter 4

A/N: So ppl, what do you think? Did you like it? I hope so. The idea about Evie actualy meeting a boy called Alex who kind of resembles her future son popped into my head today evening (but since I posted this on another day, I should better write: the evening I wrote this chapter :) Ok, so I know I am repeating myself, but constructive criticism eagerly accepted:) Look, I even enriched the typical – constructive criticism accepted - with a new word – eagerly. Have to confess I stole from somewhere, if not there would still be only the - constructive criticism accepted. On times like these, you could call me an english vocabulary hoover. :)

Anyway, click the little button on your left, I love reviews so much, that I am by now addictive. :( So pls, dont let me, the poor junkie, wait and suffer under withdrawal, I need my dose of feedback. :)

Love you all ppl, see you hopefully really soon, yours liz.

PS – am sending a kiss to every reader, may it cheer up your day:x

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