A/N: Hey! so there is a slight warning, a small bit of the chapter has some triggering stuff so beware my readers!

It was dark as night outside even though it was only about two in the afternoon. The Egyptologist stumbled through the dark alleyways of Cairo. Looked around and jumped at everything that moved. His tan face was covered in his own perspiration and it held a haunted look. In his arms, he held The Book of the Dead and also the Canopic jar he took as his prize. The people around him watched him curiously. Thought the man must have been out of his mind or had too much to drink. But as the Egyptologist scurried away another man followed him slowly. Like he had all of the time in the world. One of the street vendors who was packing up for the day took one look at this 'man' and blanched in horror. Dropping his things and ran away. The face he had seen was none other than Imhotep's rotting corpse. His nose missing and all that looked relatively human were Mister Burns's eyes that now sat in Imhoteps two sockets. He looked around at the others and they ran away at the sight. Imhotep felt a power with their fear for him. All he could do was smirk proudly and then keep walking after his prey, moving his robe in the process and covering his face up to not give himself away as he followed the Egyptologist to the Baazar.

While this is happening his new accomplice, Beni is ransacking the Egyptologist's office. Pulling out drawers, and files, and threw them to the floor when he didn't find what he was looking for. He spots a fine silver pocket watch in one drawer and keeps it for himself. Stuffing it into his pants pocket. When he turns to the door he yelps. Rick O'Connell is leaning on the door frame casually with Johnathan slightly behind him looking awkwardly at Beni. "well well well...Lemme guess, spring cleaning?" Rick said and grinned slightly. That went away as soon as Beni broke for the window. Rick launched over to him and took a rolling chair pushing it in Beni's path. He trips and crashes into a wall. Rick strode over to him and lifted him up by his shirt collar. His feet dangling off the floor. "Where's your new friend?" Rick asked. Jonathan looked at the scrawny man and held a firm gaze but stayed clear of rick, not wanting to get in the man's way in fear he might be thrown like a bag of potatoes next.

Beni whined and then shook his head. "Hah! What friend? You are my only friend Oc-" he gasped as Rick pulled a knife on him, holding it dangerously close to his throat. "Then you got no excuse for living. What the hell are you doing being buddies with this creep Beni? What's in it for you?" He questioned him. Beni grunted and struggled in Rick's iron grip. Swallowing hard he replied with a slimy smile. "It is better to be the right hand of the Devil,...than in his path. As long as I serve him I am Immune" he said with a cocky tone of voice. "Immune from what?" John asked and crossed his arms. "You shall see," Beni said as he looked at the man beside O'Connell. Rick shook him roughly to get his attention and Beni coward slightly. "What are you looking for? Lie, and I will slit your throat" Rick said and pushed to knife a bit harder on Beni's neck. Beni yelped feeling it cut him slightly and his voice broke slightly, "The book!! That book they found at Hamunaptra! Imhotep wants it back. Said to me it would be worth its weight in diamonds!" he spilled. He was spilling all of this too easily. "What does he want the book for?" Rick pushed. Beni shrugged and stuttered out "Look I dunno uh.., Something about bringing his Girly-friend back to life, he needs the book," he said and then added "And your sister, not sure which one though," he said to Jonathan who definitely wanted to punch him for even mentioning his sisters. Rick looks over at Johnathan, and Beni took this as an opportunity. He kees Rick in the crotch hard, rick cries out and doubles over. Beni quickly jumped out of the window. With Beni gone with were just the other two. Rick let out a breath and stayed down while John cringed almost feeling phantom pains from it. "That looked rather painful," John said. Rick winced and stood back up slowly. "You know...ever since I met you, my luck has turned to crap".

"Yes yes I tend to do that to people" Jonathan admitted and rubbed the back of his neck. They both snapped up hearing a blood-curdling scream coming from the streets below. The two-run to the window and look out. Down at the Baazar people were panicking and scrambling about. Backing away from the now shriveled-up corpse of the Egyptologist. A partially decade hand reaches down and rips the Book of the Dead out of the man's grip, ripping off his dried-out limbs completely. It was Imhotep, and he had regenerated even further, looking slightly more human now. He looks up from the book to meet the eyes of Rick. His jaw slowly unhinges and screams at him. Causing people to run away and abandon the streets. A huge swarm of flies escapes Imhotep's mouth and it races straight towards Oconnel and Johnathan. They quickly slam the window shut. The flies slammed into the window and spread out through the bazaar further. Sending people screaming and running. The two men looked at each other panicked. "Dammit! That's two down and two to go!" Rick cursed, picking up the knife he dropped. The realization came over Johnathan and he nudged Rick "And then he would be coming for Rosie.." that put some pep in their step as they left to get back to the barracks where Evie and Rosie resided.

Back at the British Fort, Daniels is staring out a window, sharing a smoke with Henderson who sat on a chair with his feet up. The music from the bar could be heard from the window faintly. Both were on edge. Daniels sighed and then turned abruptly, grabbing his coat. "To hell with this, I'm goin to get me a drink, you want something?" he said to his partner. Henderson rubbed his eyes and nodded. "Yeah uh, get me a glass of bourbon, a shot of bourbon, and a bourbon chaser!" he listed as Daniels left. Henderson continued to smoke alone and picked up his canopic jar from the table near him. He studied it and then a soft breeze rolled in through the window. Henderson gets up puts the jar down and shuts the window. But just then he is smacked in the face with a powerful force and lifted up with sand that came in with the wind. He went to scream but it was cut off by his body slowly drying up and decaying. Three down, one to go.

Back in the room, the girls lay on Evie's bed asleep. Rosie had borrowed one of Evie's nightgowns and went to sleep. It was almost impossible to sleep for a while but then she was finally able to. Her breathing was slow and peaceful. For once she wasn't dreaming of any ancient curses or gods or reincarnations. But then she felt a weird presence. A soft voice calling to her. It was a memory, she was in a dingy hotel on one of her trips to France. These were the few days she tried to forget and put behind her. It was the days she spent with Rick. Three wonderful days with the dashing Rick O'Connell. She was looking over a chart with her equipment when a soft kiss was laid on her bare shoulder. She smiled softly and looked up to see Rick. "you work too hard, come share a drink with me," he said. It was strange how familiar you two felt with each other even though you'd only met a week ago. "Let me just finish this and we can-" Rick sighed and shook his head "nope now" he picked her up from her waist and Rosie squealed. "Rick! Stop it put me down okok!" she laughed and he dropped her on the messy bed they had shared the last two nights. Rick went and made two glasses of whiskey and handed one to her. "So was this to just have or is there something you need to say?" she asked and looked at him over the rim of her glass as she took a sip. Rick easily drank his glass in one go. Rosie rose her eyebrows and looked at him. "Yeah um..look I don't know if this is going to be a one-time thing or a long thing but...I got drafted" he said to her and Rosie was quiet. Not drinking anymore. "When?" was all she could muster up to say. "In a week or so-" Rosie shook her head "Where would you go? Who are you fighting for?" Rosie asked and Rick sighed. Sitting down next to her "The French Foreign Legion, look it won't even be for that long, and I'll be back before you know it" he said, trying to cheer her up. Rosie drowned the rest of her drink. "Hey look, it's going to be fine," Rick said and put a hand on hers but she recoiled. "I had friends who said that during the world war and they never came back O'Connell...I can't..I cant-" she was panicking. In her dream and out of it. Rick was quick to calm her down. Making her name three things she could see, three things she could hear, and moving three parts of her body. Gradually she calmed down with tears down her cheeks. "I can't lose another Rick," she said and he hugged her tight. Rosie nuzzled into him and felt comfort in his hugs. "You won't lose me, look I'm only telling you because I like where this is going, and if you want...I'd like to keep it going" Rosie didn't expect that and there was an uncomfortable feeling in her gut. "Like..a relationship.." she said slowly and Rick nodded. "Uhm..I.." Rosie couldn't speak it was like there was a hold on her vocal cords. "You don't have to think of it now just sleep on it ok Rose?" Rick said softly and cupped her right cheek with his warm calloused hand. She nodded and closed her eyes. She enjoyed this, feeling his touch and affection, it was like it brought her to life a little bit. But she has always felt bad about love. It was something she had a fear of since she could remember. Rick leaned in and kissed her forehead. "After it could be just me and you, conquering the world and causing chaos" he muttered. Leaning into her closer and his lips brushed over hers. But those words threw her off. That wasn't what Rick said in this memory.

"what?" Rosie stumbled and opened her eyes to look at him. He pulled her closer till she was on his lap and she braced herself, holding his biceps. "No one would stand in our way once we are united once more, I mean...we could finally be at peace, together, like you wanted," Rick said and went to kiss her but she struggled. "Rick stop it...Stop it!" He held her tighter and she scrambled to get out of his hold. He then grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth hard. She closed her eyes and struggled, feeling his mouth start to crumble strangely. She watched as ricks body decayed and she screamed, finally coming to her senses and waking up to Imhotep kissing her. His cheeks and lips were decayed and she could taste the rotten flesh making her gag. Evy was startled awake and fell out of bed, then screaming at what she saw. Throwing a pillow at Imhotep and beating him with it. "Get. off her!!" she yelled. Imhotep grew annoyed and pushed Evie away roughly, causing her to fall to the floor. Just in time Rick and Johnathan came running in, busting the door down. Rosie found her strength and pushed him hard. Imhotep looked at her with a hurt expression and then an enraged one. For some reason that hurt expression made Rosie's heartache. And she hated it. Rick pulled Evie to her feet and Rosie jumped across the bed to the others, hiding behind her brother. "I figured you might be here, so I brought a friend," Rick said as he pulled out his secret weapon, the Cat! Imhotep looked at it in fear and screamed with his unhinged jaw. He explodes and his sand travels out of the window. He was gone. For now.