**Lets all just use our imaginations and pretend that Evie and Rick had twins instead of just Alex…**
PS: Sorry for all the spelling mistakes having to do with The Mummy.
Rating: PG!!
Disclaimer: Well…none are mine…except Frankie.
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Finding her wasn't really as difficult as had expected to be. The university of Cairo was just one big square. Frances finally figured this out after she got lost for the third time that day.
"Oh for crying out loud," Frances snarled. She heard a soft giggle behind her. She spun around; ready to throttle whoever was laughing at her. However she shocked to find Dierdre standing behind her, a small grin on her face.
Frances had been in a slump all day, still creeped out by the episode in the bathroom.
Frances still didn't know what it meant—didn't even begin to understand what it meant.
"Lost?" Dierdre wondered, stating the obvious.
Frances nodded her head, "how did you guess?" She replied dejectedly. "How do you know the school so well?" Frances was sure that Dierdre was a freshmen like her; Frances was suddenly stricken with the thought that there had been an orientation she had missed.
"My father…" Deirdre began, "he's a professor here."
Frances grinned, "lucky you. I've only been wondering around for the last twenty minutes."
"I think I might have a map," Dierdre said, reaching into her book bag. She pulled out a slightly rumpled hand drawn map.
"You're a life savor," Frances gushed, "hey. You want to get together for lunch?"
Dierdre looked mildly surprised, "oh—oh, okay," she agreed softly. "The cafeteria's down by the dorms. It isn't much, but the food's cheap."
The rest of Frances's day passed by in a blur. Frances nearly fell asleep in her advanced literature; until a thin Indian man prodded her with his pencil.
Frances was glad that since it was the first day of the year the teachers were lenient with their students tardiness. All teachers besides her Geography teacher—Mrs. Hotubi.
When Frances had finally found the small room, Mrs. Hotubi had looked up from her desk, down her pointed nose and declared something about Frances finally gracing the class with her presence.
The whole class had tittered and Frances hated when people laughed at her. Frances also hated Mrs. Hotubi on the spot.
Frances figured that Mrs. Hotubi didn't care much for her English student either. Frankie suspected it was because she knew so much about Geography.
Frances was always quick to answer questions; even when they weren't directed towards her.
By the time lunch rolled around Frances realized suddenly she would prefer a thousand Egyptian curses next to Mrs. Hotubi's Geography class.
I pity the poor chap who married this woman, Frances thought, trying to hide her smirk.
When Mrs. Hotubi finally let the class out (exactly seven minutes late according to Frankie's watch) Frances was the first one out the door.
Frances found the cafeteria surprising easy. Considering her former attempts at navigating around the large school.
It was a small room, attached to the dorms with stark white walls and modest wooden tables.
Frances saw Dierdre studying at a table and strode over. Frances drop her books onto the table with a loud thump and dropped unceremoniously into a seat directly across from Dierdre. Her fingers fell to her mother's locket and Frances wondered what her family was doing right this moment.
Mum's probably killing Jonathan, Frances thought with a smirk.
"I got you a turkey sandwhich," Dierdre said, without looking up from her studies.
That girl, Frances realized, is much too timid.
"Thanks Di," Frances said taking a big bite out of her sandwhich. "Whasa foing?" She wondered, her mouth full of her sandwhich.
Dierdre didn't miss a beat, "just catching up on Egyptology."
"Really?" Frances wondered, "tell me what you know."
"Not much," Dierdre admitted. "It's really my father who wanted me to take the class. He's the professor."
"Really?" Frances swallowed before taking another bite. "That's fantastic." Frances grinned, trying to think of the first fast fact that would come to mind. "Did you know," she began, "that Khufu was the father of Pyramid building in Giza?"
Dierdre looked up from her text book.
"And did you know that Baedeker's Egypt warned people that were apoplectic, or prone to fainting fits not to enter the tomb?"
"How did you know that?" Dierdre wondered.
Frances shrugged.
"Wait…" Dierdre said slowly.
Oh great, Frances groaned internally. Here it comes.
"Is your father Richard O'Connell?" Dierdre demanded.
"Yes," Frances hissed, "but keep your voice down." Frances figured the less people that knew about her Father, and her mother for that matter, the better.
It seemed to Frances that if people found out who her parents were, they started treating her differently. Like she personally knew where Humanaptra was. Sure she had been there, but she was nine for pity sake!
"Sorry," Dierdre apologized, "it's just…Mr. O'Connell is my father's idol."
"Well," Frances cleared her throat, "he doesn't know I'm here. Well," she paused. "I suppose he does now. But he didn't send me. I snuck here."
"You snuck here?" Dierdre gasped, like Frances had just revealed she was the incarnation of Queen Nefertti herself.
"Well, I didn't really have much choice." Frances replied, all though she supposed she had had a choice. There always was a choice. She guessed it just depended on what choice a person chose. "So your father's the professor of Egyptology?" Frances wondered, eager to get the subject off her and her family.
"Yes," Dierdre replied.
"Don't you think it's all so exciting?" Frances blurted out.
Dierdre shook her head, "not really."
"I just want to get out there," Frances sighed, ignoring Dierdre's reply.
"My father—professor Almahed, he well…he runs the expeditions."
Frances' broke into a smile so wide Dierdre was worried her roommates face would split in half.
"When me and my brother were children, our bed time stories were about Egypt. The pharaohs, the queens, the curses."
"Curses?" Dierdre cut in, sounding somewhat confused.
"Yeah, you know the book of the dead, the scorpion kings bracelet…"
"The Scorpion Kings bracelet?" Dierdre hooted, "he's just a myth."
Frances felt herself tense up, but no one else in the cafeteria seemed to be paying much attention to them.
"Imotep? Anuk Sunamun?" Frances offered.
Dierdre waved Frances' words away. "My father told me those are just stories, made up to frighten young children."
Stories? Frances scoffed, hardly. But she kept those thoughts to herself, she quickly finished off her turkey sandwhich and smiled at Dierdre before standing up. "I have to hit the loo before class," she said slinging her book back across her shoulder. She left her tray by the kitchen and headed back towards the dorms.
