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Since We Came Home by Kristi (PG)
Fandom: THE MUMMY
Pairing: Rick/Evie
Length: 10,000 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Kristi @ ff.net
Why this must be read: This fic was originally meant to be part of a series, but sadly, Kristi never got around to finishing it :( However, the fic can still be read on its own. Rick and Evie go to a jazz club - I would have loved to see that on film. Kristi has Rick and Evie's dialogue and squabbling down perfectly. Very cute story and development of their relationship.
Jonathan has had no trouble easing himself into his new wealth. He was more than happy to leave Rick and me the chore of delivering the artifacts to England (and I was more than happy to be rid of his sticky fingers), and has spent the past month gallivanting all over the continent. His letters are postmarked from Spain one week; the next, Paris. His life has become one long party while the scenery of my life has remained largely unchanged.
Except that I’m going with a dashing American adventurer.
The girl who danced with her brother at parties, who went to co-ed study groups to study, who saw before her a content, predictable life spent splitting time between bookshelves and pottery shards. I never knew life could offer me such exhilaration! I never knew I had the constitution to escape a collapsing pyramid alive, or date a man from a world so utterly different than mine. He grew up on a farm, for pity’s sake, and chose war over following a plow. He’s an expatriate who spent years employing himself in any dirty, laborious job that could earn him a ticket to the next port of call.
Stories about him trickle back to me; the men he’s killed, the card games he’s won, the women he’s – But the professors’ wives who cluck around the punchbowl at Bembridge functions don’t know Rick as I do. It’s true he was arrested, but not for stealing. (Although they would cluck just the same over a white man caught in an anti-colonialism rally.) While he may have loved women from California to Cairo, right now he loves only me. And though I know he went to Hamunaptra planning to blast as many glyph-covered walls necessary to find the Pharaoh’s gold, he listens with interest when I narrate the lost history I discover on the scepters and pendants at work.
Ours is a careful balance. But as Mother always said, anything worth doing takes effort.
Things Left Behind (intro)
Since We Came Home
Pairing: Rick/Evie
Length: 10,000 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Kristi @ ff.net
Why this must be read: This fic was originally meant to be part of a series, but sadly, Kristi never got around to finishing it :( However, the fic can still be read on its own. Rick and Evie go to a jazz club - I would have loved to see that on film. Kristi has Rick and Evie's dialogue and squabbling down perfectly. Very cute story and development of their relationship.
Jonathan has had no trouble easing himself into his new wealth. He was more than happy to leave Rick and me the chore of delivering the artifacts to England (and I was more than happy to be rid of his sticky fingers), and has spent the past month gallivanting all over the continent. His letters are postmarked from Spain one week; the next, Paris. His life has become one long party while the scenery of my life has remained largely unchanged.
Except that I’m going with a dashing American adventurer.
The girl who danced with her brother at parties, who went to co-ed study groups to study, who saw before her a content, predictable life spent splitting time between bookshelves and pottery shards. I never knew life could offer me such exhilaration! I never knew I had the constitution to escape a collapsing pyramid alive, or date a man from a world so utterly different than mine. He grew up on a farm, for pity’s sake, and chose war over following a plow. He’s an expatriate who spent years employing himself in any dirty, laborious job that could earn him a ticket to the next port of call.
Stories about him trickle back to me; the men he’s killed, the card games he’s won, the women he’s – But the professors’ wives who cluck around the punchbowl at Bembridge functions don’t know Rick as I do. It’s true he was arrested, but not for stealing. (Although they would cluck just the same over a white man caught in an anti-colonialism rally.) While he may have loved women from California to Cairo, right now he loves only me. And though I know he went to Hamunaptra planning to blast as many glyph-covered walls necessary to find the Pharaoh’s gold, he listens with interest when I narrate the lost history I discover on the scepters and pendants at work.
Ours is a careful balance. But as Mother always said, anything worth doing takes effort.
Things Left Behind (intro)
Since We Came Home