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His hand hovered over the gun as the voice came again only closer.
"Hey, O'Connell?" my heart froze as Rick's hand left it's side near the gun and he moved out of in front of me to see who the voice belonged to.
In front of me a tall man with green eyes and blonde hair, stood smiling, then shook Rick's hand. I caught my breath and relaxed, knowing Rick knew this person.
"Hey, George how are things going for you?" my husband asked while shaking his hand.
"Good and how about yourself." The man, George, was American no doubt about that.
"Oh I've been doing great. George, I'd like you to meet my wife, Evelyn." I knew this man was close to Rick because before the wedding he told me the only real friends he had were gone and the other guys he didn't want near me, so I did the only thing proper, I shook the man's hand.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. O'Connell." He spoke nicely.
"No, please, the pleasure is all mine." As this man stood in front of me, I began to wonder what I had been so afraid of.
"Might I steal your husband away for one moment, please?" he asked, and the way he did so, I could not refuse.
"Not at all, just so long as I do get him back."
"Of course, I promise I will return him personally." I laughed at how he was acting, I only just met this man, but I knew this was not how he normally acted, then I looked to Rick and laughed more at the look he had on his face, pure jealousy.
"I'll see you at home darling." I got up as I told Rick and gave him a kiss. Forgetting breakfast, I headed home, I wasn't all that hungry anyways, I just wanted out of the house.
When I got home Jonathan was up and, surprisingly, cleaning.
"Jon! What on earth are you doing?" I asked as I saw him running about and, every so often, running into Cleo who ran amuck.
"Cleaning old mum, why?"
"Just curious" I replied as I walked upstairs and back into bed alone.
It was at least 5 hours later when I woke up; Cleo was sleeping next to me in a little ball. I got up and went down stairs to see where my family had gone off to. As I got downstairs a note in the table caught my eye.
Dear Evy,
I went with some friends for the day, be back tonight or tomorrow.
Love Jonathan.
I put the note down and looked around the house for my husband, but found no one. Only now realizing I was hungry I got something to eat and sat down on the sofa to read.
Two hours later, my husband came in the house, a look of frustration on his face.
"What?" I asked as he looked me in the eyes.
"Nothing" he said flat out.
"Don't lie to me."
"I have a problem, a big one." My heart sunk what problem could he have after talking to a friend, and how big could it be?
"Well, come sit down and we'll talk." He did as I asked and started to explain.
"You know George from earlier?" he asked, I nodded.
"Well, you see I know him from the legion and he asked one last favor of me, before I can permanently retire."
"What? What do you mean permanently retire?"
"While I was in the desert, before I met you, I was alone left for death and orders were given that any survivors were to report to Giza, but I figured to forget about it and fake my death."
"Why?"
"Because I'd had enough of the legion." Was his plain answer, not very good one though.
"So what does that have to do with now?" I had no clue how something that took place, who knows how long ago, affected us now.
"George was my best friend and a commander of mine, when news spread that I was alive he came in search of me to offer me one last mission in exchange for my retirement."
"And what happens if you refuse?"
"I'll be put to death, and you won't be able to stop it this time."
"But why would they kill you?"
"Because what I did was sort of like breaking the law, only worse. Please forgive me, but I have to go, for your sake." His hand began to stroke my cheek and he wiped away a few tears that I only now realized were falling.
"When do you leave?"
"In a week, we're going to fight against some desert people on order to get to a lost city they want to go to, but I'm just going with them there, as soon as they reach the city I'm gone and then I'll be home. It'll take two weeks tops."
"Not the medjai, I hope." He shook his head no. "Go, but promise me you'll come back alive, please. I don't want to loose you." I was begging now, but really didn't care, this man was my life, and I'll be damned if he's going to leave me.
He kissed me, softly at first, but it later turned passionate. He picked me up off of the couch and carried me upstairs.
Well? What do you think? Sorry it's a little fast, but I have a cold and it's late. My parents are making me go to school tomorrow too so I have to go to sleep in twelve minutes.
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