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Disclaimer: I do not own The Mummy movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Mummy, I�m just borrowing them to play with.
Author�s Note: - I just wanted to thank everyone for their reviews, I really appreciate you taking the time to let me know what you thought of the previous chapters, and special thanks to Adele for being open-minded enough to give the story another chance J
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Alone Chapter 10

Starting awake Evy sat up too quickly, the crick in her neck and back making itself felt. Reaching up she rubbed at the left hand side of her neck where abused muscles protested at her having spent yet another night sitting in a chair by Jonathan�s bed, instead of comfortably asleep in her own bed. Stifling a yawn she glanced over at the closed shutters, and could see the golden light of dawn peaking through them leaving thin strips of light reaching out across the floor. She got up out of her chair, and stretching as she stood, Evy could swear she felt the vertebrae in her back popping as she did so. Walking slowly over to the windows she opened the shutters and let the natural light spill into the quiet room. Unfastening the windows she pushed them open breathing in the fresh, dry air and shivered slightly as the coldness of the night still lingered in it�s touch. Walking back to the bed she reached down to the bedside cabinet and turned the lamp off.
Evy frowned slightly at the light sheen of sweat that had gathered on Jonathan�s brow while they�d both slept. Reaching into the bowl that stood next to the table lamp she lifted the cloth out from it, carefully wringing out the excess water, and very gently she wiped it across his forehead, and down over his cheeks. Her frown of concern turned into an expression of sadness as her actions failed to stir her brother.
It had been four days since Rick had broken into Jonathan�s room at her insistence, and they�d found him ill and catatonic in his bed after being attacked and brutalized in the most awful way imaginable. Doctor Dahl had cleaned and dressed his injuries and had explained to them that an infection had already taken hold in some of Jonathan�s wounds. All they could do was to keep his other injuries clean and try to keep his temperature down, and hope. The doctor had told them that it was up to Jonathan to fight the infection that ravaged his body, but Evy feared that wasn�t happening.
Jonathan was unconscious most of the time, occasionally seeming to dream, or re-live his ordeal. He�d become agitated, tossing and turning in the bed, and his soft whimpers and sobs would cut through Evy�s heart leaving her in tears too. Thank goodness for Rick. His strength, and comforting presence meant so much to her. She didn�t know how she would have managed if he hadn�t been there for them both. It was Rick who help Doctor Dahl when he came each day to clean and re-dress Jonathan�s injuries, and it was him she clung to when tired and despairing she faltered, unable to be strong and practical for the moment, and just needing to be held and comforted.
Worse, perhaps than Jonathan�s fever fueled dreams, were the moments when he seemed to awaken. He�d start from his tortured nightmares and stare with glassy, unfocussed eyes. In that state he wouldn�t want anyone near him, looking at her, but not seeing her, caught up in a waking nightmare, where he would fight to escape those who cared for, and loved, him. It had been in those desperate moments that she saw a side to Rick that made her love him more. Afraid that in his delirium Jonathan might hurt himself, he would have to be restrained, and despite his weakened state his fear would give him strength. Evy was unable to properly hold him and so Rick would step in. She had watched as Rick had held her brother, gripping his wrists as gently as possible, talking in a low, mono-tone, reminding Jonathan of their adventures at Hamunaptra, the melody of his voice, rather than his words, calming her brother. His struggles would slow, and he�d sink back against his pillows, eyes sliding shut again.
Once again wetting the cloth and smoothing it over her brother�s fever flushed face Evy wondered if Rick was back yet. He�d been going out late at night and staying out until the early hours of the morning, ever since Jonathan had been attacked. She knew he was trying to discover who had done this. She had wanted to help, eager to find the fiend that had hurt Jonathan so badly, but Rick had refused. He�d told her that it was best for her to stay with her brother, which she knew was correct, but she�d still wanted to take an active part in finding out who was responsible. It had been then that Rick had explained to her that it wouldn�t be safe for her in some of the places he had to go. He�d implied that before they�d met some of the company he�d kept was part of the rather seamier side of Cairo life. So far he hadn�t found out who was responsible, but Evy knew how determined Rick could be, and he�d vowed to track them down.
A slight moan from the man in the bed re-focused her attention. Leaning forward she smoothed a stray lock of Jonathan�s hair back off his forehead murmuring,
"Sshh Jonathan, it�s all right, you�re safe now. No one�s going to hurt you, you�re safe with me."
Whether some part of what she said reached him, or, as with Rick, Jonathan merely reacted to the soothing tone of her voice, he quieted down again with a slight sigh.
As Evy watched a shiver passed through Jonathan�s body, and no matter how hard she tried to stay strong, she felt a spike of fear pass through her. She felt angry with herself for the tears that blurred her vision, and the way her voice caught when grasping Jonathan�s hand, and squeezing the unresponsive fingers, she whispered to him,
"Please Jonathan fight�you have to fight. Don�t leave me�Pl�please Jonathan don�t leave me alone."
Exhausted and momentarily over-wrought Evy couldn�t stop the tears from falling as she leant down, her forehead resting against the back of Jonathan�s hand, the heat there searing it�s way into her soul, making the tears fall harder.
What would she do if Jonathan�died? She�d be all alone in the world. Of course there was Rick, and she loved him more with each passing day, but their love was new. While her brother had always been there, his love a constant in her life.
Evy thought back to the dark days, several months after Jonathan fourteenth birthday, when their beautiful mother had suddenly fallen ill, and had been taken from them within a matter of days. Their father had been inconsolable, the first few days so consumed by his own overwhelming grief that he was unable to offer his children more than the most rudimentary support. It had been Jonathan who had been there for her then. He had been the one who had held her while she sobbed herself to sleep, the one who had looked after her, bullying her into eating her meals, and assuring her that their mother still watched over them both when he tucked her into bed at night. After the funeral their father had managed to pull himself back into the present, and had once again become her main source of comfort, but she�d never forgotten those first days when Jonathan had pushed away his own grief to care for her.
Then after their father�s death they had supported each other. Evy mourning the person who had meant everything to her, the man she�d shared her love of antiquities with, her love of everything Egyptian with, and Jonathan struggling under the feeling that he�d been a disappointment to their father. Despite all the times Evy had assured Jonathan that their father had loved him fiercely she knew that deep inside he still carried that particular burden, a pain he covered with his childish games and quick wit.
The sound of the bedroom door being pushed open made Evy lift her head, sniffing, and quickly reaching up to wipe her face with her hands. Rick stood hovering in the doorway, looking tired from his all night mission trying to hunt down Jonathan�s attacker, but there was something else on his face. A smile fought to break out on his face, an excitement of sorts lighting up his eyes, and the way he didn�t enter the room, staying in the doorway as if hiding something outside made Evy suspicious. Evy stood and tried to look beyond him, but Rick caught her trick and pulled the wooden door a little closer to himself to cut off her view of the corridor outside.
"Rick," curiosity coloured Evy�s voice as she spoke, " what is it? What�s happened?"
Rick couldn�t keep his grin to himself any longer, he reminded Evy of a child bursting to tell a secret, with a pang of sadness she realised he reminded her so much of Jonathan.
"Look who I found on my way home this morning." He said.
Throwing open the door, and stepping aside, he revealed the figure who was standing quietly in the corridor. Evy�s eyes widened, and she felt her heart beat a little faster in her chest, as she gasped in surprise,
"Ardeth."
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