Heart of Ra

She let Ramses do his job and stayed out of the way. She just stared at the giant statue in front of her before sighing. Her dad was something else but it irritated her that he could assume she needed a babysitter, she wasn't five. It wasn't hard to see why though, she was the youngest out of her and her brother but she also looked like her mom. He didn't want to lose what he had left and she wondered if that was all that was keeping him together. Cleo sighed again before looking over at Ramses as he stood by the statue with a worker as they talked about something. He wasn't what she expected, well except really cocky and that irritated her slightly but he was a mystery of sorts. The way he hid himself behind those glasses had definitely made her curious. Why hide his eyes? Did he not like them? Or was there something more? Cleo shook her head before standing up and stretching before something caught the corner of her eye. Looking over, she noticed part of the statue was cracked towards the ear. She took a few steps forward, narrowing her eyes trying to get a clear view before they widened and took off towards the two men.

“Look out!” She shouted as she tackled the two men out of the way as a piece of statue and landed with a thud in the sand. Wincing slightly, she leaned up on her arms and coughed until the dust settled before looking over at the worker, who looked shocked and scared at the same time as he stared at the piece of rubble. Glancing towards Ramses, she found him already looking at her through those damn glasses.

“You okay?”

“I think that's my line.” She chuckled slightly as she got up and winced again.

“You're leg is cut up.” Cleo waved off his comment and looked around before picking up her mother's scarf. Only thing she had left of her and she'd be damned if she lost it now. Looking back at him, she found Ramses staring at her and she raised a brow before walking off only to stop as a pair of arms picked her up off her feet.

“Let go of me you baboon!” She squirmed in his arms and he groaned.

“If you don't stop I'm going to carry you over my shoulder.” She scoffed as she pushed against his chest.

“I'd like to see you try it.” He raised a brow. In the blink of an eye, she was over his shoulder and being led out of the temple. “Put me down you jackass!”

“You shouldn't play with fire sweetheart.” He chuckled. Her eyes widened. Did he just call her sweetheart? And he laughed? She looked down at his ass, raiser her hand and brought it down hard earning a grunt from him. She yelped as a smack echoed through the halls and her ass started to sting.

“Did you just smack my ass?!” Her voice had risen slightly and she seen him smirk over his shoulder at her.

“You should take what you deliver.” She narrowed her eyes before sighing as her button up flapped freely against his back in the desert wind as they got outside.

“I don't like you.” She grumbled and she felt him shrug.

He walked into a tent with her and secured the flap after closing it. Carefully setting her down, he set about, looking for the first aid kit and he could feel her eyes on him. What was it about her that made him so curious? He glanced at her through the sunglasses and watched as she cocked her head to the side, studying him. Cleo was definitely not like other human females he came across but she seemed to look like any other.

“Take off your sunglasses.” He paused with his hand in a box. Did he hear her right?

“Excuse me?” He looked at her as she raised a brow with her arms crossed as she leaned against the table.

“Take off your sunglasses.” Yep, that's what he heard. He grabbed the first aid kit and stood up before turning towards her.

“Why should I?” Ramses stood in front of her and placed the kit on the table next to her.

“I want to see your eyes.” That surprised the hell out of him. He shook his head and kneeled down to get a better look at her leg, only for her to move out of the way, making him sigh.

“I need to tend to your injuries.” He looked at her.

“And I want to see your eyes.” Damn, she was stubborn girl, “so, let me see your eyes and I'll be a good little patient.” He ran a hand through his hair before sighing.

“Fine. Now sit.” She shook her head.

“Sunglasses first.” Ramses raised a brow at her.

“How do I know you aren't going to let me tend to your leg once I take them off?” She rolled her eyes and walked around the table, hopped up and leaned forward with a small smile before reaching up slowly only to stop a few inches away asking for permission. He didn't know why but he wanted to feel her hands on him, to see if her hands were as soft as they looked. He also wanted to see the shocked looked on her face when she seen his two different colored eyes. He leaned forward after placing both hands on either side of her and watched as she took the glasses off. Looking at her, it shocked him that there was no shock or surprise in her eyes or on her face. Cleo wore a genuine smile and leaned back a little so there faces weren't so close, which was a slight shame. He would've loved to taste those lips of hers.

“Now, you can tend to my injury.”

Cleo looked down at the man as he nursed his injuries. This man was definitely something else, arguing over some small scratches but at least she got to see his eyes. One was blue and the other gold, something so unique and rare that she was actually pleased by letting him doctor her. She looked around the tent and sighed inwardly before looking up and staring at the roof. Why the hell had she come out here? Did her father really have something so important for her to look at or was this another way of trying to get her back into becoming a tomb raider again? Well a tomb raider wouldn't really be the term since her dad had, on more than one occasion, said that they were expeditionists.

“Hey Ramses?”

“Hm?” The movement on her leg stopped and she looked down to see him already looking at her. Was it really worth to ask?

“Did...did my dad say anything to you as to why I needed to be down here?” He raised a brow before shaking his head.

“I didn't know you were coming until I seen you in the other tent.” She sighed and nodded before handing back his sunglasses. His eyes widened looking at the glasses before looking back at her.

“I know you feel uncomfortable without them. Besides, I didn't say I wanted to keep your glasses nor wanted you to go without them.” She gave a small smile before looking back up and staring at nothing in particular as her mind went blank.

“I'm not uncomfortable.” Her head snapped back down to see him going back to work. Cleo tried to make her mind go somewhere else but it was hard to focus with his hands on her legs. The tingling sensation that followed in his hands path shot up straight to her core and the look of confusion on his face, she couldn't tell if he felt the same thing or if it was something else. Looking around she noticed a bunch of gauze and anesthetics then looked at Ramses.

“How...do you plan on making sure the gauze stays?” He looked around with a puzzled look before signing in defeat. It was sort of cute and she chuckled, making him look at her, “give me your knife.”

“How do you know I have a knife?” She raised a brow.

“One its sticking off your hip. Two, what guy doesn't carry a knife?” he chuckled and handed her the knife. Placing it next to her on the table, she took off her loose blouse and shredded strips from the material with the sharp object before handing it back. After wrapping the gauze around her legs, she secured it the strips, making a bandage of sorts and hopped off the table. She wiggled her legs, once making sure they weren’t going to come off she smiled and glanced at Ramses. He was staring at her with an amused expression before he shook his head, placed his sunglasses on and cleaned up just as her brother walked in.

“You alright?” Len looked her over from his spot at the open tent flap then glanced at Ramses and she sighed.

“Yes big brother, I’m okay. And stop looking like that; It’s not like i’m fucking him in front of you.” Ramses seemed like he was choking before he coughed while her brother looked red in the face. Cleo pushed past her brother and Ramses grumbling under her breath. He had to stop being proactive of her, it was starting to annoy the shit out her and she about ready to start kicking people in the face. A hand grabbed her, stopping her in her tracks and she swung around, ready to punch him in the face only to see that it wasn’t her brother, it was Ramses.

“Whoa there,” he held his hands up, “I was just coming to see if you were okay.” She groaned and wiped her face.

“I wish they’d stop treating me like a damn child. I’m twenty-five for crying out loud.”

“It’s starting to get dark, lets head back into the city and meet up with your pops.” She rolled her eyes at his remark but followed behind. Cleo made a vow, as she tossed her bags in the trunk of his car before getting in the passenger seat, if she didn’t find out why she was here or what was going on, she was leaving in the morning and that was that.

He sat at the bar in the small club and waited for the old man and cleo to come back. It was hard to decipher what exactly had caused the dark headed woman to separate from the old man and not follow in his footsteps like Len had done. Ramses swung back his glass of whiskey, letting the liquid burn down his throat before he straightened up slightly and relaxed. Cleo was definitely a puzzle, one that intrigued him and that wasn't something that should happen. She did barter with him, after all, without a second thought and she didn't look scared of what she saw. Hell, it shocked him more when she handed him his shades back, thinking he felt uncomfortable when he actually wasn't. At least, not for the reason she was thinking. Her skin had been so smooth and tanned when his hands where on her that it took everything in his power not to ravish her right there. Ramses gave her points, she knew how to take care of herself. Hearing shouting through the music he looked over to see Cleo storming through the crowd with a pissed of expression followed by her dad. Jack grabbed her arm, causing her stop and glare before taking whatever it was from him and leaving. He stood up as the old man walked over and sat down with a sigh.

“Everything okay, old timer?” He sat next to him and jack sighed.

“I need you to do me a favor. Stay with Cleo at all times. She's your responsibility as of now.” He raised a brow.

“Why is that? She seems capable of handling herself.” It wasn't a lie. Jack had a serious look on his face.

“That may be, but she is valuable to Ra.” This caught his attention.

“What do you mean?”

“My daughter was born with Ra’s mark. I know it sounds unreasonable but I can assure you, it’s there.” The old man sighed and gave him a pleading look, “Ramses, I know I sound crazy but please, don’t let Ra take her, Cleo is my only daughter.” Ramses nodded and stood up. This was new information, and he didn’t think the old man was lying. Leaving the club, He headed to the motel. If Cleo had the mark, and from what Jack was saying, she did, then maybe everything the fates had said was true. The key to finding his heart may lie with her but first things first, time to see if she has the mark.