Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, yada yada yada...
Summary: Imhotep’s thoughts in TMR before and after the part where he
and Rick are hanging on the brink of death.  They are directed at
Nefertiri...
Archives: Go ahead and use wherever you want, but be sure to ask first
and give me credit!
Rating: PG
Author: Allibabab ([email protected])
Author’s Note: I’ve been thinking about doing a story for some time
now where no one said anything, just thoughts, and I thought that
these would be the perfect scenes to depict.




I watched as my Anck-su-namun plunged her dagger into you.  I watched
as your love ran out of the pyramids to hold you as you died.  I
watched him cry over you, as I would have done for my Anck-su-namun.
And I was unhappy.  Unhappy because my Anck-su-namun had killed you,
not for her, not for me, but for our love.  Is this truly what love
is?  When will we be able to love and not have to kill, or take lives
to be together?  You were my friend, Nefertiri, and I betrayed you.  I betrayed my pharaoh, and my princess, all for the love of this woman.
Why?  What god would want to punish me so much, to make me betray,
just to be able to love the only one for me? 

It isn’t fair, that you Nefertiri, as you came back as the one they
call Evelyn could find love again, in the form of your lover from the
past, Srot-nah.  Why could I not have found love that would be pure,
and fair, and beautiful, as yours is?  I love my Anck-su-namun, with
my heart and soul and mind, but sometimes I wish our love never was.
I wish I could have a love that would be clean, with no blood on my
hands to stain it.  Alas, it will never be that way for my
Anck-su-namun and me, as our hands will never be clean again, for they are tainted by the blood of our pharaoh, your father, Nefertiri.

I pray to my god as I hit on this gong, that one day I will come back, and be with someone who is clean, and pure, and who I will be with without betrayal of anyone, without the hurt of anyone, without the killing that has been imprinted on my mind forever.  I am not a
violent man, I do not enjoy the dark red blood of my pharaoh's death
on my hands, but it is there. 

And now, even as I fight your love, Nefertiri, I do not wish to.  I do not wish to harm the love of my former friend whom I betrayed.  This is not the life I want to live.  This life of betrayal, of this great and evil love that I share, with a woman who I should not be with.
This is not who I am. This is not the man I want to be.

And as I run to your love, Nefertiri, in his hands the Scepter of
Osiris as he forces it through The Scorpion King, I am relieved.  Yes, relieved.  I do not want to rule the world.  I do this all to please my Anck-su-namun.  All I want is to be with her, to hold her, and not be worried that we will be found and killed.  I kill only for her.  I live only for her.

As your love and I hang on the cliff between life, and death in Hell,
I realize, as I watch you run to your love and save him, while my
Anck-su-namun runs away from me, that I will never have the love that
I wish for.  I will never have a love like yours, Nefertiri, because
it is not in my destiny.  I was destined to love my Anck-su-namun, and I do.  I do not know what my future holds, I do not know if my
Anck-su-namun and I will ever be together again.  I love my
Anck-su-namun, but sometimes, love isn’t enough.

So as I let go of the cliff and am enveloped into the lost souls
already condemned to Hell, I hope that one day I will see my
Anck-su-namun again, and we will be together.  It is one of my faults
I suppose, to be able to forgive so easily when it comes to my
Anck-su-namun, and I know when that day comes, if it comes, that I
will not forgive her.  I do hope that one day we will be together
again, but I know that this will not be.  Death could not keep our
love apart, but Hell can.  Hell will damage the mind and destroy the
spirit.  So, my Anck-su-namun, even as I look pitiful as I fall into
this cavern of condemned spirits, I am not.  I am strong.  Our love isstrong, but it is also bad, and wrong, and cruel.  It will not go on.
I will not allow it.  I do love you, my Anck-su-namun, but sometimes
love isn’t enough.