**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.
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"No Evie, absolutely not!" Rick exclaimed as he jumped up from the bed that he and Evie shared just after she had broken him the news.
"Rick please try and be reasonable—" Evie began.
Rick cut her off, "No, no, no! Evie you will not try to talk me into this one!" Rick began pacing back and forth across their spacious room filled with many trinkets from their travels across the world. "You told me once, if I'm not mistaken that we were done with Egypt, the mummy's the Mah'ai—"
Evie stood up, "this is not some bloody expedition we are talking about here, this is Frankie's— your daughters future we are talking about here!"
"I'm not just saying no because its Egypt, but because there is a war going on here Evie. Europe is in unrest, who the hell knows what could happen. I understand that this is about her future, but she doesn't need to go to Cairo, she can attend a university here in England—"
"I don't want to attend a university in England, or Oxford, or anywhere else in this God forsaken country!" Frances yelled storming into their bedroom from outside the room where she had been listening. "It's just a university! There's no harm in attending university!" Frances' face was deep red, her hair spilled down her back in angle curls.
She wore her mother's locket around her neck; she fingered it and automatically began yanking from one side to the other as she often did when she became nervous or upset. "Dad you know how long I have wanted to be an Archaeologist, how long I have been waiting for a chance like this!"
Rick shook his head.
"No Frances, I'm sorry—"
"I-I-I hate you! Frances screamed cutting Rick off.
"Frances!" Evie exclaimed in shock, she had never seen her daughter like this.
Frances squared off with Rick, the traits she had inherited from him showing in vibrant colours. "I am going to attend the University of Cairo Dad, whether you pay for it, or not!" She pivoted on her heel and stomped out of the room, she flew down the stairs and grabbed her coat. "I'm going to Uncle Jonathan's!" She shouted.
Rick stared at were Frances had been standing moments before, then what she said clicked in his mind. "Jonathan's?" He demanded. He took a step towards the door.
Evie leapt up and grabbed his shoulder. "Let it go Rick, she'll have calmed down by tomorrow."
Rick stared at Frances as she slammed the door behind her. "I wouldn't bet on it."
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"Its absolutely mad!" Frances exclaimed, as she paced around her Uncle Jonathan's apartment, like her father had done minutes before. "How they treat me like I'm still in the nursery!" She paused and shook her head. She looked up to where her Uncle Jonathan was sitting in a cushy armchair. "I'm not a fool you know. I won't read from any book of the dead, or open any blood chests!"
Jonathan nodded, somewhat afraid to speak.
"Do you see what I mean?" Frances asked him pointedly.
"Y-yeah, I think so." Jonathan replied. He crossed his legs and ran a hand through his curly thinning hair.
Frances broke into a wide grin. "You see?" She asked no one in particular. "I knew you'd understand, you're the only reasonable member of this family!"
Jonathan smirked, "Well, I'm afraid you're father and my sister seem to think a little differently." He chuckled uneasily.
Frances stared at Jonathan, "well, I'm afraid I don't care." She retorted sassily. She looked into Jonathan's face. "Well?" She asked.
"Well, what?" Jonathan asked.
Frances shook her head. "Will you pay for me?"
"Pay what for you?" Jonathan asked. Frances shook her head. He still didn't seem to understand.
"My tuition, what else?" She demanded. She began pacing again. "I mean, I have enough for train faire there, but other than that I'm lost. I know that my father would never pay."
Jonathan stared at Frances in shock. "Pay for your tuition?" He repeated slowly.
Frances nodded. "Yeah, that's what I said. I know you have enough money Uncle Jonathan and I wouldn't dare ask, its just I'm desperate, and I swear I'll pay you back." Frances offered in a quick rush.
"I," Jonathan paused. "I really don't think so Frankie, I'm sorry. But I'm still human and rather fancy meeting my next birthday." Jonathan frowned as he noticed Frances' face fall. "But maybe I could give your old Mum and Dad a ring and soften 'em up for you eh?" He asked, reaching for the phone on the table next to him.
Frances shook her head. "My father would sooner have me join the nunnery than pay my tuition for Cairo University."
Jonathan, put down the phone, he was stumped.
"Oh!" Frances exclaimed, Jonathan tensed waiting for another one of her out bursts, but instead she flopped onto an easy chair opposite from him. "This is bloody hopeless." She muttered dejectedly, dropping her head into her hands.
Jonathan suddenly had a plan. "Not entirely." He said suddenly, perking his niece's interest. "Why don't you get a job to pay for your tuition?" He suggested.
Frances sat on the thought for a moment. "A job?" She asked herself. "A job!" She jumped up. "That's brilliant!" She exclaimed. She began pacing again, "and there's a bunch of old useless junk that Dad keeps asking mom to get rid of that I could pawn off for even more money!" She turned and smiled at Jonathan fully. She pranced over and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks Uncle John! I can leave tomorrow!" She laughed out loud gathering up her coat from the crumpled heap where she had deposited it on the floor.
"Wait a moment love, you're not even going to bring the idea up with your parents—" Jonathan said standing up. He had thought she wouldn't take him to be entirely serious.
Frances shook her head. "Of course not, my father would try to talk me out of it in a moment." She bit her lip to keep from shouting out in glee and pulled open the door. "Ta ta!" She yelled, slamming it closed behind her.
Jonathan dropped onto his chair, dropping his face into his hands.
"Oh bloody hell, what have I done?"
