So...this is the ridiculously delayed part two of "Meela's Revenge", a follow-up to "The Mummy Survives" and co-written by Katatonia and Chugirl2526...
Um...enjoy? (Also, I'm having problems separating the paragraphs (as you might have noticed!)...Help?)
Rick had Izzy drop them off on the outskirts of Cairo, although with a lot of grumbling from the pilot as Jonathon had wrapped the silver block in preparation. They left the air-ship, still hearing Izzy's muttering behind them.
Jon grinned. He had his treasure, his sister and nephew were still alive (and, he supposed, Rick being alive as well was a good thing) and, oh yes, the strong hand resting on his back as they moved through the souk was a nice plus as well.
He glanced up at the tall man walking beside him. Imhotep was definitely a plus, even if Jon had no idea where it was going to lead.
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Meela stalked ahead of Lock-nah, ignoring the stall holder's cries as they offered up their goods. What did she care about fake artefacts and dates? She was the consort of a pharaoh (well, once) and the soulmate of a priest who had faced down the Scorpion King…
Still, those dates did look rather tempting. Maybe a quick break in her search for revenge wouldn't do that much harm.
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They had been in Cairo for several days now, set up in a suite in the Metropolitan Hotel. The man behind reception had raised an eyebrow when Rick had insisted on only three rooms (although Jon was sure that his brother-in-law's thoughts weren't on the same track as his) but the combined weapons of the O'Connells and the imperialistic glare of Imhotep made the eyebrow slide back down in apology.
The arrangement of the rooms had been difficult, though…
"Evie, Alex is a big boy now – I'm sure he doesn't want his old uncle watching his every move."
"Yeah, mum. Can't I have the single room…please?"
Obviously the puppy eyes had won another battle – Alex was a very good teacher, after all. So Evie and Rick took the room off the lounge area with the double bed (and Jon's mind shied away from the image of his baby sister and her husband in that bed together), Alex claimed the single room with a whoop of victory and Jon and Imhotep were left at the doorway of the third room with its separate twin beds.
Jon swallowed. The whole…situation…was slightly different here in what could loosely be called civilisation that it had been in Izzy's airship.
He moved towards the door, but a strong hand caught at his arm and Jon was jerked back against an equally strong chest.
"Um…hello." Jon muttered somewhat sheepishly.
"Hello." Imhotep echoed, smirking down at the smaller man, turning Jon easily until they were face to face.
The other huge hand cupped Jon's cheek and tilted his face upwards. Jon's eyes flickered shut was Imhotep drew nearer until Jon could feel the other man's breath fluttering over his lips…
"Get a room!"
Jon actually whimpered with disappointment as his head snapped around to glare at his young nephew. In front of him Imhotep chuckled, the sound coming deep and rich, and gently pushed Jon backwards into the third bedroom.
Just as the door shut behind them, the two men caught Alex's last remark – mature, well balanced and superbly argued as it was.
"Eww! Grown-ups!"
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