Hi everyone! Thanks for sticking around this long! I have quite a bit of this already written out. This is actually a rewrite of a fanfiction that I wrote ages ago, and I've had this sitting around for awhile already. So all I really need to do is revise each chapter. I hope you enjoy it!
Fallon and Kelly were in Fallon's apartment. Kelly was going to pack that night after she and Fallon were done at her place so she just hung around. Fallon stuffed her suitcase with folded skirts and blouses and khaki dresses. She didn't have much, so she packed her whole wardrobe. Kelly helped herself to a glass of cold iced tea on the counter and plopped down on a chair.
"What are we going to tell Evy when she asks us why we didn't tell her we were at Hamunaptra?" Kelly asked.
"I don't know, Kelly," Fallon replied.
"I mean, we could just tell her the truth. That Hamunaptra was a place that we just don't bring up. It was a place where there was a lot of death. It sort of scarred us," Kelly said. "Well, you, not really me."
"If that makes her happy, then we'll tell her the truth. Otherwise, it completely slipped our minds," Fallon said. Kelly took a sip of her iced tea.
"Fallon, tell a lie?" Kelly asked. "That's not like you at all."
Fallon dropped undergarments into the suitcase. "I don't know why, but almost every night for a year now, I keep having a stupid senseless dream. People, you can't see their faces, only their dark outline on a cliff, over Hamunaptra. They're staring at us as we're escaping Hamunaptra like we did three years ago."
Kelly lowered her glass. She never told Fallon. But how did she have that dream? Did she actually see? Did Rick tell her eventually when they got back to Cairo afterwards?
"Did you see them? I mean, did you actually see those people when you were there in Hamunaptra three years ago? Is the dream based off an actual life experience?" Kelly asked.
"No, I never saw them there. But the strange thing is, I'm not scared in the dream when I see them. I feel like they're supposed to be there. Watching us, watching me. And then it narrows down to one. The one in the middle. As if he was like…the one in charge. And then it's just me in the desert with my horse. You and Rick aren't there anymore. The figure and I are just staring at each other. And then I wake up, scared out of my mind. Breathing heavily. I know it didn't really happen in life but it's as if it did," Fallon said.
Kelly stared at her. "And you've been having that dream for over a year now…"
Fallon nodded, arranging her things in her suitcase.
"Let's go out tonight," Kelly said suddenly in the silence.
"What?!" Fallon exclaimed.
"We're leaving tomorrow or something right?" Kelly said. "Why not celebrate?"
"Celebrate what?" Fallon asked, grabbing her book sack and stuffing the books she got at the library earlier in it. She remembered randomly grabbing some off the shelves while talking to Kelly, not really paying attention to what she was grabbing.
"Being reunited with Rick," Kelly replied. "It's been over three years. Remember how we all got separated anyway? After we got to Cairo, Fallon, you decided you wanted to settle down and get a real job as the archivist in the museum where Evy worked as a librarian. Adam came down and got a job as a local archaeologist who went on digs down in Thebes and Luxor and Saqqara. I decided to get a job in the local Ancient Weapons museum as the demonstrator on how to use the instruments. And then Rick decided he was going to go out and seek his fortune still in Egypt. Three years of forgetting everything we went through. And we're going to the Lost City where the wealth of Egypt has been settled for over three thousand years. If we find something important, we could make it into history books. Why not celebrate?"
Fallon sighed. "I haven't been out in years, Kelly."
"Which is another reason why we should go out tonight," Kelly said. "Come on."
Fallon didn't really want to. She wasn't the social type. It wouldn't really hurt. Just get a quick cocktail then go home and get some rest.
She sighed. "Fine, but only for a little while. You still have to pack, and we have to get enough sleep for the trip."
Fallon sat at the bar that night, drinking a glass of wine and reading a book. She was dressed in a black tulle dress with sequin designs that reached her knees and some simple black pumps. She tugged at her long white gloves on her arms, making sure they were on securely. She had let her wavy/curly chocolate brown hair down; after the three years it had grown down to the small of her back and she kept meaning to cut just a little bit shorter so it would be easier to manage. But she never got around to it. She had pinned her shoulder length bangs back a little bit with rhinestone crested bobby pins and they curled even more than her hair. She felt uncomfortable in the makeup she was wearing. She didn't normally wear it except for important occasions.
Kelly went to her at the bar. She was dressed in a navy blue dress with matching pumps and a headband.
"Seriously? You come down to a bar looking gorgeous as hell, and you bring a book?" Kelly said. She ordered a shot of bourbon. She snatched the book out of Fallon's hands.
"Hey!" Fallon protested. She tried to snatch it back, but Kelly held it out of her reach.
"No, we are not here to read. We are here to have a few drinks and to meet a couple of guys. And speaking of drinks and guys, those American's have been staring at you at least as long as I've been here."
Fallon turned her head to see three young American men, cowboys most definitely trying to catch glances at her. Fallon turned her head back and took a small sip. This bar was a popular one with European travelers, mainly French and English and American.
"Come on, Fallon, it's your time to get a guy. And who better than an American? Besides, they look nice," Kelly said, turning around and waving to them. Fallon nudged Kelly.
"What are you doing?" Fallon hissed.
"Getting you a free drink," Kelly said. She looked to the Americans and smiled widely. Kelly got up but Fallon caught her arm.
"I came here for peace, not men," Fallon said. Kelly shrugged and left with her drink to watch from afar.
Fallon looked back at the men who were nudging a tall, bookish one over to her. They were smiling playfully and she rolled her eyes. She put her drink down and grabbed her book from where Kelly had put it down on the bar, opening it and reading where she left off until the bookish American came over to her side. She kept her face down. He simply smiled.
"Hi, uh…" he began. "C-can I sit here?" Fallon lifted her eyes from the pages.
"If you'd like," Fallon said. She was hoping that if she kept reading then he would see that she wasn't interested. He sat down at her left.
"Uh, can I buy you a drink?" He asked Fallon. Fallon lifted up her glass and smiled somewhat.
"Already have one," Fallon replied. He obviously hasn't done this before, Fallon thought. She and Kelly had been hit on dozens of times by men all over the world coming to visit Egypt. Fallon never took any interest in them.
"Oh, right, of course," he said. There was an awkward silence. "So, are you British? Your accent sounds like you are."
"Nope, I'm Jamaican," Fallon lied, showing some impatience and annoyance while turning a page in her book. Kelly smacked her head with her hand. She could not believe that Fallon did the 'here's your stupid sign, of course I'm British' move. The other Americans chuckled.
The American let out a stifled laugh and then a chuckle. "That was a joke, right?"
Fallon let out a fake laugh. "Yeah, it was."
"Yeah, of course you're British," the American said. "I'm Burns."
"Fallon," she introduced herself.
"Fallon…that's a pretty…unusual name. You don't meet a lot of Fallon's in the world," Burns said.
Kelly saw his American buddies let out their disapprovals of the statement, shaking their heads and quietly booing him. Kelly made her way over to them. They saw her and smiled. She held up her hand.
"Sorry, taken. That your friend over there?" She asked. They nodded. Kelly nodded too. "Yeah…he's hitting on my best friend," Kelly said. They all bit their lips.
"So, uh, what are you reading there?" Burns asked.
"Oooh, look at the time. I really should be going. I'm going on a trip tomorrow and I really should get my sleep," Fallon said, leaving some money on the counter near her drink and closing her book.
"Oh, well, where are you going? I'm going on a trip tomorrow, too," Burns said.
"Sorry, but I have to go," Fallon said, leaving.
It was getting late, so she technically wasn't trying to just get away. The American friends threw their arms in the air, giving up. Fallon walked past them and Kelly with only a glance at Kelly.
"She's a pistol isn't she?" One American, whom Kelly learned was named Henderson (his last name), said while Burns returned to them.
"Yeah, she sure is," Kelly and Burns said at the same time. Henderson smiled as he watched Fallon leave the bar.
"Burns, you completely failed with her," Henderson said. Burns nodded, sadly.
"Yeah, she seems nice though," Burns said.
"Maybe I can have a shot at her," Henderson figured. Everyone looked at him then looked away taking a sip of their drinks.
Weird ending I know XD Thank you for reading! Please comment, favorite, and follow :) We'll be having our favorite Medjai popping up in the next two chapters so please hang tight.