Reunited At Last

A/N: Italics are like songs in their head…you'll see.

Chapter 1:

Adam walked around the museum. Something had drawn him there; a force or inner feeling that had drawn him there had drawn him to the new Egypt exhibit. Adam walked around some more, not really paying attention until he got to one particular statue. It was a statue of a young Pharaoh. Adam read the plaque at her feet.

Every story, tale or memoir; every saga or romance. Whether true or fabricated. Whether planned or happenstance. Adam nearly jumped out of his skin. The voice seemed to have come from the statue! Adam back away from the statue, and continued to look around. The remains of a tomb surrounded by Plexiglas claimed the center of the room. Adam walked towards the display. The girl looking at the tomb looked up, and their eyes met.

Heather looked around the new Egyptian exhibit. She had always been fascinated with Ancient Egypt. Heather looked at a drawing of a slave camp.

The gods love Nubia; the beautiful, the golden, the radiant, the fertile, the gentle, and the blessed. Heather shook her head, and continued to look around. She stopped at the large tomb in the middle of the room.

Something told Heather to look up; a voice or instinct. She looked up, and locked eyes with Adam. A thousand memories washed over both of them.

"For their crimes, the traitors will be buried beneath the sands of Egypt, in one tomb…together," rang out loud and clear in bother their heads. Heather gasped as Adam came towards her. He cupped her face in his hands, and pulled her close. The space between them closed as their lips met. The kiss shattered all thoughts of longing that both of them had been carrying around with them. Adam broke off the kiss, and pressed his forehead against Heather's. Heather's gaze drifted over to the tomb looming next to them. Adam blocked her view with his hand.

"Don't look at it," he said quietly. "That doesn't matter anymore." Heather wrapped her arms around Adam's neck, and rested her head on his shoulder. After so long he still smelled the same, felt the same. Adam rubbed her back, and whispered in her ear, "I told you that I'd find you."

"I never doubted it for a second," replied Heather. The couple reluctantly broke apart.

"Come on, let's go for a walk." Adam entwined his fingers with Heather's, and the left the museum.

Heather and Adam walked around the park next to the museum hand in hand. The warm sun beat down on their faces, relieving them of the feeling of suffocation they had suffered through while standing next to the tomb.

"How have you been-"

"Heather, its Heather now." Adam shook his head.

"I'll never get used to that. You'll always be Aida to me. I'm Adam now, by the now." Heather smiled. "So, how have you been?"
"Good, I've been good. I'm living with my best friend Schele." Heather stopped walking. "Oh my, Schele's Nehebka!"

"Nehebka?" Adam stopped to think. "Damian, he's Mereb! How is it we've been with these people all our lives, but didn't remember until today?"
"It's all in the god's plan I guess." Adam's watch began to beep. He swore under his breath.

"I've got to get to work. Let me give you my phone number." Heather dug a piece of paper and pen out of her purse, and handed them to Adam. Adam scribbled down his number, handed it to Heather, and gave her a quick kiss. "Meet me at the sports bar down the street tomorrow at seven. Bring Schele." Heather nodded.

"I love you." Adam stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"I love you too." Heather watched Adam dash out of the park. A part of her wanted to follow him, but another part wanted to rush home to tell Schele what she had discovered. Schele won. Heather ran in the opposite direction of Adam, towards her and Schele's apartment.

Heather threw open the apartment door, and exclaimed, "Schele! Come here, I have something important to tell you!" Schele came rushing out of her bedroom.

"What, what's wrong?" she asked. Heather put her purse on the counter, and collected her thoughts. It was then that she realized how crazy she sounded. "What?"

"I know why I'm so obsessed with Ancient Egypt, but you're going to think I'm crazy."

"No I won't."

"Trust me, you will."
"Tell me anyway." Heather sighed, and began to tell Schele about Adam. Sure enough, Schele had a hard time believing the story. "I don't think that you're crazy, but I'm having a hard time believing this. You're trying to tell me that you used to be a Nubian Princess, and this man you met used to be your lover thousands of years ago. I'm sorry Heather, but it's pretty farfetched."

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's true! You've got to believe me, I'm not crazy!"

"I'm sorry Heather; I really am." Heather got up, and retreated to her bedroom. Schele just had to remember!

Adam had even less luck convincing Damian. The young African American shook his head back and forth in disbelief.

"You're crazy man," he said. "Flat out crazy. Did you hit your head on your way home? Smoke something?"

"I'm not joking!"

"Then you're high or something. Have you actually heard what you're trying to tell me? I'm sorry man, I really am." Adam stood up abruptly.

"I'm going to bed; I have a headache." Damian watched Adam leave. His story was crazy, and yet, at the same time…

How I know you. How I know you. Damian shook his head, and turned on the TV.

'Maybe Adam isn't crazy,' he thought.