𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐍, 𝐚. 𝐛𝐚𝐲

𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝒎 𝒖 𝒎 𝒎 𝒚

It was days like this that made you regret becoming Rick's sister. 

Not seriously, of course, because you firmly believed that was the best decision you'd ever made.

As children, the two of you were orphans together in Cairo, and thick as thieves, to the point where you vowed you would stay together. 

And it wasn't until a year later that a nice American couple adopted your package deal. 

Once you got older, the two of you traveled the world, going wherever the wind took you, and doing whatever your hearts desired. 

After the incident at Hamunaptra, you decided to go back to Cairo to get some supplies before heading off, when Rick got drunk at a casbah and—somehow—thrown into Cairo Prison.

Annoyed, you walked up to his cell, grimacing at the jeers of the surrounding men before you crouched down to his level 

"How?" You let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I said I was going to bed and I woke up to you in chains! What the hell did you do?"

"To be honest, I can't remember. But the warden said that some lady and guy wanted to talk to me," Rick answered, leaning in so the guards couldn't hear. "I think the guy took that box I found."

Just then, the sounds of British chatter broke through the conversation, and a white man and women came strolling over to the cells.

"This is the man you stole it from?" The lady asked, turning to the man she was with. 

 "Yes, exactly. So why don't we just go sniff out a spot of tiffin-" "Wait...you got pickpocketed by a Brit?" You snorted, turning to Rick with an amused smirk.

 "Who are you? And who's the broad?" Rick huffed, ignoring your question. 

"Broad?!" The woman exclaimed. 

"Rick." You scolded, flashing the lady an apologetic smile. 

"I'm just a local sort of missionary chap, spreading the good word. But this is my sister, Evelyn." The man introduced, moving towards the bars. 

"How do you do?" Evelyn greeted with a smile. 

Rick eyed her up and down, disinterested. "Oh, well. Guess she isn't a total loss," he sighed. 

"Rick!" You scolded again, your tone sharper and eyes cutting. 

With a tired smile, you turned to Evelyn, hoping to make up for his lack of manners. "I apologize for his behavior. I'm his sister, (y/n)." 

"But you-" "Adopted sister." You corrected, sensing the confusion in Jonathan's face. 

He quickly closed his mouth, a splash of awkwardness suddenly introduced to the conversation.