**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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"Jonathan!" Evie screamed pounding on the door. "Jonathan you open this door this inst—"

The door flung open.

"Yeah Evie?" Jonathan grunted. "What of it?" He snapped standing in his robe.

Evie shoved him inside his apartment and stormed in after him.

"What of it is that you gave the Frankie the insane notion to run off to Egypt!" Evie yelled, Jonathan stepped back, tripping over a chair in his living room.

"Listen Evie, I was going to call. I was really, but—"

"What gave you the idea?" Evie exclaimed.

"Frankie did actually," Jonathan replied, Evie shoved past him again. "She did!" He yelped helplessly, "she wanted me to pay for her tuition and I flat out refused, but then…I have the crazy concept that why didn't she get a job and pay for the tuition herself, I didn't actually think she'd take me seriously!"

"Well she did," Evie spat back, "and now half of my favorite figurines are missing from the house!" Evie began pacing. "Of course she would!" She said forcefully, she turned to her brother. "This is Frances we are talking about here. She'd jump at the chance to take you seriously— even if you are an idiot, if it meant getting her to Egypt.

"Oh God," Jonathan mumbled.

"That's what I said, and that's why you're coming with us to get her."

"Evie, are you sure?"

"Jonathan, this is my daughter we are talking about. I don't care if we rise Imotep from the underworld. We are going to get her back, I almost lost my son in Egypt and I will be damned if I loose her as well." Evie brought a trembling hand to her mouth and she let rest it there for a moment. "I have this feeling, that something terrible is going to happen."

"This is you, me and O'Connell, something terrible is bound to happen." Jonathan replied moving slightly to miss the raised hand that was meant for him.

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Frances groaned as she woke up, the dorm room was dimly lit from the light seeping through the thin curtains and it felt like she had slept on a hard slab of concrete the whole night.

Her back was tense and the muscles screamed in protest as she sat up.

Dierdre was still asleep, her arms curled around her pillow.

Frances forced herself to stand up, if she could only make it to the blood bathroom down the hall that the whole floor shared, then maybe the day would turn out to be all right.

She bent to the side and stretched out her back, she grunted slightly as she bent down to touch her toes.

She suddenly wondered as she inspected her small toes what was going on at home.

A slight smile came to her lips when she realized what was probably happening. They were probably killing Jonathan.

Her Uncle Jonathan really was an imbecile, but he was an adorable one and her favorite Uncle— her only Uncle now that she thought about it, and it wasn't like he had done all bad. I mean, he had helped to rise her Mother from the dead hadn't he?

She sighed as she stood straight up.

Her back felt slightly less tense. She bent over to open her suitcase. She opened it and the contents practically spilt out.

She reached in and pulled out a dark brown skirt and the same cream top she had been wearing for three days. She smelt it under the arms and was glad to find that it didn't smell all that bad. She just hoped no one stood to close to her.

The bathroom was deserted when she stepped in, and the shower was steaming and felt glorious on her skin, and when she inspected her rash, she found it waning a little.

She scrubbed her hair till it squeaked. She wrapped a towel around her body and stepped out of the shower stall.

She rubbed a towel into her hair and rubbed her face dry, she didn't care if she ever slept in a comfortable bed again, just as long as she could have a shower every morning.

As she was bent over, wrapping her hair, turban style she heard the sound of the door opening.

"Hello?" She called out, her voice light and friendly. No one replied. She shrugged.

Suddenly there was a whisper in the air and Frances's head snapped up so fast that the towel unwrapped from her hair.

"Frances," there it was again.

"Who's there?" She demanded then rolled her eyes, this was turning into a bad horror novel, she better not go and investigate any strange noises or the other students might find her impaled with the shower head. "Hello?" She demanded. She felt her face flushing with anger. She gripped the towel tightly against her body.

There was an eerie silence and Frances breathed a sigh of relieve when suddenly a dozen different whispers assaulted her mind at once all coming from different directions. Some spoke her name, others spoke Egyptian and some were too muffled to understand.

Frances spun around, trying to decipher where the sounds were coming from.

When she turned back towards the mirror she stared at her reflection. "Get a grip on yourself," she demanded, but when the whisper was hot on her neck and next to her ear. She quickly grabbed up her stuff and reached for the door handle, it flew open and Frances's belongings clattered to the floor and she clamp a hand over her mouth muffling a scream.

"Frances?" Dierdre exclaimed, "are you all right? You look as though you've just seen a ghost."

Frances shook her head, "no, you just frightened me," she said sprinting down the hall.

Dierdre slid into the bathroom, the air was cooler than in the hall and the mirrors were fogged. She felt a shudder ripple down her body, she suddenly found herself walking around the bathroom, checking under closed doors, she even peeked in the garbage can.

This is ridiculous! She chided herself, no one is in this bathroom. She felt a light tap on her shoulder, she cried out sharply and pivoted on her heel.

A young woman with long dark hair was staring at her, "what are you doing?" She asked.

"Nothing." She replied nonchalantly, "I uh, was just looking for my uh, towel." She scooped up her towel and toilette-trees and dashed into a shower stall. She pressed all her into the corner but her towel was still half soaked as she wrapped it around her body.

Dierdre crept into the dorm room after her quick shower. She couldn't stand being in that bathroom after the look she had seen on Frances's face, even after it had began to fill up.

She shivered as she wrapped her gray knit sweater tighter around her body.

She looked at Frances' sleeping body, and noticed that she was gripping her pillow for the life of her.

Dierdre couldn't help but wondering what exactly had Frances seen, or heard for that matter that had frightened her so.

She reached out with a shaking hand and gently nudged Frances, Frances grunted and then jolted awake.

"What? What is it?" She mumbled.

"I just thought I'd wake you," Dierdre said slowly, "classes start in twenty minutes."

Frances stared at her roommate for a moment, "oh," she said slowly. "Thanks," but Frances made no move to get out of bed.

She sat there still for a few more moments as Dierdre brushed her hair, pinned it up and got dressed. Dierdre said a quick good-bye before exiting the room.

Frances sat staring at the wall, wondering what exactly had just gone on in the bathroom.

Its nothing but you're imagination, overreacting. But that didn't make any sense, she hadn't imagined the hot breath on her neck, Frances shook her head.

She looked into the mirror that she had attached over the desk that both girls now used as a dresser.

She tried to smile. This was her first day of classes at the University of Cairo.

But there was fear in her eyes.