Author's Note: This does pick up, but it's The Mummy, it has to have a little fluff.
Evie stepped happily out of the Head Curator's office, carrying an arm full of books. Since no one could figure out where the Egyptian Antiquities Director had gone, she had just been hired to take his place. Baltus Hafez had been missing for weeks and, though the explanation of his disappearance was well known to Evie, she kept quiet. No one would believe that he had become a disciple of Pharoh Seti I's priest, Imhotep, raised him from the dead, kidnapped her son, and died in an attempt to raise the Scorpion King's Army. It sounded ridiculous even to her, and she had lived it.
In short, she had accepted the position with little fuss. Hailing a taxi, she was reminded of her last visit to the Museum as a double decker bus passed by. Hasting an escape from Imhotep's Warrior Mummies while Jonathan played as the getaway driver in a stolen bus, Evie couldn't say she was find of this memory, but there was a certain nostalgia attached to it. They had performed great feats and defeated an impossible foe. They had come out the winners.
A couple of days home and they all found themselves relaxing a bit in the wake of Imhotep's second attempt to destroy their lives. Even so, Evie could tell that her husband was still shaken over her death, however temporary. Paying and thanking the cabbie, Evie walked into her home, "Rick?' She ventured once through the foyer.
"He went to pick Alex up from school." Answered the familiar voice of her brother whom she found sitting in a tall chair in her living room, reading the paper.
"Jonathan, what are you doing here?" His sister asked, not altogether unhappy to see him.
"Meeting someone." He answered, never having looked up from his paper.
"A woman?" Evie's eyebrow arched.
"Yes." Her brother replied, casually, "Oh, and you and Rick are visiting from out of town."
"Oh Jonathan, you really should stop telling people this is your house. One of these ladies is going to catch on that we're not just visiting family."
"How? Are you going to say anything?' Jonathan finally put his paper down and peeked over the back of the chair.
"Perhaps." She teased, "Unless you do me a favor."
"Anything for you, sister." Jonathan's eyes narrowed.
"Stay here with Alex for a few hours tomorrow night."
"What for?"
"Rick told me if I came home as the Director of Egyptian Antiquities that we would go out for a celebratory dinner." She informed him, smiling.
"How sweet." Jonathan's flat voice revealing he thought it was anything but sweet.
Evie smirked at him, "Jonathan, one day you'll fall in love and then understand what it's like to wake up to the same person beside you every day."
"Like wearing the same socks every day.' Jonathan teased, snapping her out of a slightly wistful state.
"Evie?" Rick's voice filled the foyer as hers had done minutes ago, "You home?"
Instead of answering, she greeted him with a passionate kiss. Rolling his eyes, Alex walked past them and into the house.
"Well, hello to you too." Rick said after they separated.
"Do you know who you're married to?' She asked, their arms still around one another.
"Do I only get one answer?" When she only smiled as a reply, he continued, "Let's see, I'm married to the smartest, most attractive woman who was ever an Egyptian Princess in her last life."
"That narrows it down," Jonathan chimed in.
"Who is also the Curator of Egyptian Antiquities at the British Museum." Evie said, ignoring Jonathan and leading them into the living room.
"Guess that means I owe you dinner." Rick said, pulling her close again.
She nodded, leaning in for another kiss.
"Eww, get a room." Alex commented, tossing his bag on the ground and sitting on the couch.
"Great." Jonathan said, sarcastically.
The couple kissed, despite the objections.
"I like your new job already." Rick commented after the kiss.
"Now that I have you two together," Alex began, his voice interrogatory, "I have a few questions."
"Questions?" Asked his mother.
"Yeah, questions. You two knew Imhotep, didn't you? You'd think that if your parents had defeated a Mummy who was trying to take over the world before you were born that they might have shared it with you, especially if there was a possibility that the Mummy might come back. I mean, cripes, you think I oughta know something this big?"
Rick smiled, "Alright son, I think it's time you heard the story of how your mother and I met."
Rick lay in bed, awake. He had never heard his wife's version of the story before and several questions littered his mind. One, in particular could not wait until morning, however, "Evie?'
She turned toward him, her eyes sleepy, "Hmm?"
"Did you really kiss Imhotep?"
