Avery: So... Keeper forgot about this chapter...
Jackie: Sorry for those who were confused about this and those who aren't, ignore us!
Avery: Please enjoy! Keeper only owns us OCs!
Jackie: Baldor is still concerned about that.
Avery: That's his problem!
"I was a heavy heart to carry, my beloved was weighed down. My arms around his neck, my fingers laced a crown. I was a heavy heart to carry, my feet dragged across the ground and he took me to the river where he slowly let me drown." -Florence and the Machine
Jackie woke up, her head resting on Jonathan's shoulder as they pulled into a Royal Air Force air field. Her cheeks were tight and salty from the many tears she had shed the night before. Thoughts of Avery swept through her mind incessantly. "We'll get her back, love," Her British accomplice murmured halfheartedly beside her. "I promise."
Ardeth climbed out of the car and helped Jackie out, nodding a silent, 'I'm going to kill him to get her back; you can help' as he did.
"Morning, Winston, a word?" Rick asked. Oh, Winston, he was the guy at the bar who took Jonathan's drink. Jackie smiled for the first time since witnessing Ardeth and Avery's kiss.
To be honest, she kind of zoned out while Rick explained, but was well aware when he was done because the, Lord bless him, pilot decided to shout in her ear. "What's your little problem got to do with His Majesty's Royal Air Corps?"
"Not a darn thing," Rick replied, shaking his head.
Winston's eyes widened and his ears perked, "Is it dangerous?"
"You probably won't live through it," Jackie muttered.
"By Jove, do you really think so?" He questioned giddily. Jackie sent him an 'are you kidding me, where were you at the beginning of this?' look.
"Everybody else we've bumped into has died. Why not you?" Jonathan explained, hesitantly placing an arm around Jackie's shoulders.
"What's the challenge, then?"
"Rescue the damsels in distress, kill the bad guy and save the world." Rick replied nonchalantly. He only did it every other weekend.
"Oh!" The pilot laughed. "Winston Havelock, at your service!"
"O'CONNELL, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Jackie screeched at the top of her lungs from where she was strapped in beside Jonathan to the wing of the plane.
Rick promptly ignored her and looked to Jonathan, "You alright?"
"Do I bloody look alright?!"
Jackie shook her head and looked around, her eyes on a tornado made of sand, feeling very small and very exposed to its wrath.
Little did Jackie know that the sandstorm was actually a mode of transportation for Evy, Beni, Imhotep and Avery, the first two and the latter of whom were thrown into a pile together.
"GET OFF!" Avery shouted and instantly, Beni was off of the two women who were helping each other up.
"I need a new job," The stupid little man muttered.
"Oh, God," Evy whispered as Imhotep walked past them. "We're back." Avery looked up in astonishment and blinked several times before confirming that they were, in fact, at Hamunaptra. The hum of a whirring airplane drew their attention.
"O'Connell,"
"Jackie...and Ardeth."
Was it really necessary for Imhotep to roar again? Regardless, it brought up another sandstorm baring his idiotic face which stormed (no pun intended) after the plane.
"Oh,"
"My,"
"Gosh,"
"Winston, pedal faster!"
"Hang on, men!"
Jackie felt her stomach drop as they lurched forward, the threadbare buckles holding them in shifting under the strain of their weight as an honest to goodness scream was ripped from her throat. She heard the battle cry of Rick O'Connell and then the many shots of bullets shredding through the air which fired in time with the erratic beat of her heart. Then she was swallowed by the sand creature.
"Stop it, you'll kill them!" Avery exclaimed.
"That's the idea," Beni muttered. Rage coursed through Avery's eyes and she threw one good punch, catching him in his jaw and tossing him to the ground.
"That's for Jackie," She murmured, shaking her hand; when she looked for Evy, she found her British lips pressed against those of her dead-mummy-father-creature-thing. She really didn't care anymore, as long as they ended up alive, she was content.
"Here I come, laddies!" Winston cackled into the sand and Jackie closed her eyes tight; and then, out of the pit of doubt, they rose from the sand...and then crash landed, but hey, at least they were alright!
Slowly, carefully, they all extracted themselves from the plane and removed their helmets. Ardeth had a severely messed up head of hair, so she could only imagine what her greasy mess was like.
She felt a tug on her sleeve and looked over to find Jonathan still hanging upside down on the plane wing beside her. "Um, excuse me, a little help would be useful if it wasn't too much trouble!"
"Please don't yell in my face again," She said as she helped him down. Clutching his collar, she yanked him closer and flashed him a deadly glare, "Ever."
"Hey, Winston," Rick said as he waddled over to the cockpit. He checked his pulse, and frowned. Jackie closed her eyes but didn't cry. A) he had made her fly on the wing of his plane and nearly killed her. B) she had seen enough death within the last two or three or however many days to last her a lifetime. Though sad, it does become easier to bare—especially if they were never as important to you like a sibling, a sister.
The plane creaked and the three of them hurried away while Ardeth helpfully shouted, "Quicksand, get back!"
Why the heck was there quicksand in the middle of the desert? Is that even possible?
Why was she even questioning it, of course there was quicksand. She and Avery had been pulled into a movie, had fallen in love with movie characters and were hunting a mummy who had taken a character and Avery. Why did she even bother to think anymore?
So she watched as the plane sunk beneath the sand and didn't even roll her eyes when Rick saluted to the dead pilot. And then they were walking. Hurray for more walking.
"I love the whole, sand wall trick, it was beautiful." Beni said as Imhotep passed him. "Bastard."