stargateficrec | The Husband of Sha'uri by Jedi Buttercup (PG13)

Show: SG1
Rec Category: Crossover
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Evie O'Connell
Pairing: none
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warning: none
Author on LJ: jedibuttercup
Author's Website: Jedibuttercup.com, AO3
Link: The Husband of Sha'uri

Why this must be read:

Crossover with: The Mummy

This fic began my want to do this category. After hearing my little sis, stormtear , rave about it at dinner and seeing sg_fignewton ' s rec back in August, I read it and loved it!! Now I'm here to share it again for the Crossover category. Evie, the female archeologist from The Mummy movies, falls asleep in the museum and apparently speaks in her sleep. Before she knows it, a mummy is waking up and talking to her from a recent dig at Abydos. Husband of Sha'uri is at times touching and hilarious. I found myself chuckling and tearing up at various intervals. This gem will stay with you long after you're done reading. Go enjoy!

Edit (1/13/2011): Added the rating 'cause I was half asleep this morning when posting. >.< Doh....

Story Summary: Evie could not be certain, but it sounded a great deal like the Ancient Egyptian equivalent of "Oh, no, not again," which struck her as a rather bizarre thing for a newly awakened mummy to say.

She was still too far from the box to get a good look at its depths in the dim lighting of the room when the rasping voice came again, this time louder than before. "Okay, this is new," it said to itself, in a different language-- one even more familiar than the Ancient Egyptian.

"Impossible," she gasped, raising the gun again as she covered the last few feet. All thought of escape had fled at the sound of those words; the puzzle they presented to her was tantalizing in the extreme. How could a man who had been dead for nearly five millennia speak a language that had been developed thousands of years-- and miles-- from the place of his burial?

"Is someone there?"

Finally, something stirred within the sarcophagus, lifting to a seated position: the familiar desiccated flesh of a mummy, covering a skeleton incongruously large for a person of such antiquity.

Evie flinched at the sight, shifting her aim to cover its torso, but it made no further move beyond turning its shriveled head and empty eye sockets in her direction.

"Hello," it said.

"H-hello," she stammered in reply.

"I'd give you the peaceful explorers speech, but somehow I don't think it really applies to this situation," it continued, its tone as dry as its rasping throat. "Do you think you could tell me what the hell's going on?"