**Lets all just use our imaginations and pretend that Evie and Rick had twins instead of just Alex…**
Rating: PG!!
Disclaimer: Well…none are mine…except Frankie.
London England, 1943.
"Mum! Mum!" Came a persistent shout from the downstairs living room.
Evelyn O'Connell rushed down the stairs. "What? What is it?"
Her daughter, Frances O'Connell, who was nearly eighteen years old, was jumping up and down ecstatically.
"I made it!" Frances shouted, "I made it!" she repeated, raising her voice level a decibel higher.
"Made it? Made it where?" Evie asked, she had a perplexed look on her face.
Frances grabbed her mother's shoulders and shook her sharply as she spoke, "I made it into the University of Cairo!" Frances flapped the letter in front of Evie's face.
"The university of where?" Evie asked, confused.
"The University of Cairo!" Frances exclaimed. "Cairo, Mother. Egypt, can you imagine?"
Evie shook her head, "not really."
Frances rolled her eyes. "I can't wait to tell Dad!"
Evie grabbed Frances's arm, "No Frankie, I don't think that is such a hot idea."
"What? Why?"
"Because your father would kill you, that's why." Evie replied.
"Kill her?" Inquired a male voice, Evie and Frances turned to where Alex, Frances's twin brother was standing in the doorway.
Frances shoved her letter into her pocket. "Oh, because I, uh, burned his shirt while ironing today, and you know how anal retentive Dad is!" Frances offered feebly laughing forcefully.
"And you know how your father is Alex, he'll never buy a shirt until the one he's wearing falls off his back.
Alex rose an eyebrow. "Nice try, really what is it?"
"I uh," Frances lowered her voice, "got accepted to the University of Cairo," she murmured to her shoes.
"Really!" Alex burst out, "that's fantastic!"
Suddenly there was a noise outside, and the sound of the front door being unlocked.
They all rushed quickly upstairs as Richard O'Connell strode into the large well furnished home.
"Evie, Frankie, Alex? I'm home!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.
Frances bounced down the stairs. "Daddy!" She exclaimed throwing her arms around Rick's neck.
"Nice to see you too," Rick pulled back and studied his daughter's face. With her dark brown eyes and her long tangled brown hair, she was the spitting image of her Mother. "What'd you do?" He asked suspiciously.
"Nothing!" Frances exclaimed, exasperated, "can't a girl just be happy to see her Dad?" She asked innocently.
Rick stared at her quizzically. "Not usually."
"Funny," Frances retorted.
"Evie!" Rick yelled.
"Yes?" Evie asked nonchalantly stepping slowly and deliberately down the stairs. The look on her face told Rick flat out that she was keeping a secret.
"What did you do?" He asked his wife.
"Nothing," Evie replied, taking the same tone as her daughters. She walked behind him and helped him slip off his coat.
"Why do you always think we're up to something?" Frances demanded.
"Because, you and your brother are so much like your Mother it's frightening." Rick answered.
"Nothings up Dad, and even if there was, you'd come and save the day." Alex said thumping down the stairs.
Rick gave his son the same scrutinizing looks he had given his wife and daughter. "I still have this feeling that you are all hiding something from me." He turned his eyes on each of them slowly.
"Just the usual, you know raising mummy's from the dead; almost ending the world as we know it." Frances cracked.
Evie and Alex began laughing, Rick pointed a finger in Frances' face, "not funny." Rick shook his head and gave up on trying to pry the truth out of them— it was useless.
As Rick walked up the stairs to the second level Frances stared after him.
"All that stress can not be good for blood pressure." Frances commented.
"It isn't Frankie, that's precisely the reason why we can't tell your Father." Evie stared at her daughter, who had grown up into such a beautiful mature woman. "And that is precisely the reason why you can't go."
Frances stared at her mother in shock. "Mother!" She cried out in shock. "I have been waiting for this opportunity since I was a young child, I can't just give it up because my father is a little overprotective—"
Evie rose her hand to calm her hysterical daughter; "well I guess we'll just have to find a way to break it to him then."
