OK! First slash story I have ever written! So be warned!

This is a slash fan fiction. Meaning guy with guy. And so on. So if you don't like, don't read! I also decided that I would like reviews! Can be bad or good but I would rather you give me both. Just tell me what I should do to improve and stuff like that! OK?

She also would like you not to complain about how they look bad together or something. If it's not your cup of tea, and don't like it, don't drink it. You can complain to other people but not to her. Just because YOU don't like the pairing doesn't mean she doesn't have to hate the pairing. She happens to like it so leave her alone. Or else.

Thanks so much for that! I happen to get real annoyed when someone like that complains to me. Anyways! Back to the story. If you want something to happen, like for instance have an idea or something, go ahead and send me a message. I don't mind! And enjoy! Oh yeah, I own nothing! Nothing at all. I just twist and push things into my imaginary mind boxes to please myself on boring days. Without any further ado, enjoy!

This story happens to be written in Rick O'Connell point of view. That means that the whole story will be in his point of view. This story will also be a chapter story. It kind of has to be written that way. And it is rated PG because there is going to be a lot of swearing. If your too fragile for that, don't read.

Can they read the story now? Or are you not done yet?

I'm done.

Finally. Enjoy!

Yeah, I know, I shouldn't love him. I didn't purposefully go out and decide to fall in love with a dead evil Egyptian high priest, much less than a man! I mean, he did have plans to kill me and control the world with his dead girlfriend beside him as his queen. He did try to kill Evie! He succeed in killing four other Americans by sucking out their life to make himself immortal. I shouldn't fall in love with him!

But, I did. And I made some pretty bad choices after I stabbed him and he stepped into that weird pool of black sludge. For example, I left Evie at the altar in England. Jonathan told me later that she was furious and that she exclaimed 'I am never going to see that wretched man again! Because If I do, he better hope that he never met me!' So, I left England. But, I didn't go back to America like I had planned. Instead I decided that I should go back to Egypt. Fucking stupid, I know.

So, here I am, sitting in the hot damn desert of Egypt staring at the place where the city of the dead use to stand. And thinking of how much I screwed my life over at that point. Instead of marring Evie and probably having to grow old and have grandchildren with her, I damned myself from ever having a happy long life. But, that's all right. I wasn't meant to have a life with a family. I knew that as long as I could remember.

But, who cares? Who is going to believe an American gunslinger that just happens to love the man he damned to Egyptian hell, wants to bring him back or join him in the underworld. No one is, damn it.

"Isn't it hot?"

When I looked up, I was surprised. "Evie?"

"Yes, it's Evie, O'Connell."

"Well, damn, I'm sorry, I'll leave." I really, REALLY, didn't want to confront Evy's anger right now. Just wasn't in the right mood.

"Why didn't you show up?"

What? That surprised me. I thought she was going to kill me, leave my body in the sand, and ask questions later. Guess not.

"Ummm, I don't think that you want to hear my reasoning, hon."

She whirled around to face me. The look of pure outrage was apparent on her face. "One: DON"T call me hon. You lost that privilege long ago. Two: you never liked Hamunaptra. Three: I want an answer! NOW!"

"OK! OK! Fine! Jeez, calm down! I'll give you your explanation!"

"Good. Sit down."

I muttered something about controlling women. I think she heard me because she glared at me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead. I sat down before she decided to do me any bodily harm.

"Evie, you really don't want to know why I left"

"Let me make the choices of what I want and what I do not want, O'Connell."

"Alright. Don't say I didn't warn you though."

So I explained it. All of it. What I felt. What I needed. And most of all, what I wanted.

"Oh, Rick. Why didn't you say so?"

"So, you're not mad?"

"A little. You broke my heart, you know."

"I really am sorry."

"Oh, I know. So. What are you going to do about this?"

"What can I do? There's nothing I can do."

"What? Of course there is. You just have to go to the Underworld."

"You're kidding me, right?"

"Would I really kid like that?"

"Um, no?"

"That's right!"

Then she got quiet. I knew she was thinking because she got this look on her face that-

"I have decided!"

Her sudden burst of energy had her sprung up making sand fly everywhere. Not to mention startle me.

"Decided what, exactly?"

"We are going to send you into the Underworld in order to confess and bring back the one you love." She said it with so much confidence that I almost went along with it. Almost.

"What are we going to do exactly?"

"Do I have to keep explaining myself? Come on, we've got work to do." She ran to her camel and started to climb on.

"Wait! What work? Evie!"

Well? What do you think for the first chapter? Is it good? Is it bad? Tell me! Now!

Better do it soon too.