Under the Temple: Science Fiction

The scarab ring was lying in the bottom of an old jewelry box sold in one of the knick-knack shops that seemed designed to pretty on the tourists who came to see the dig. She would have scowled at the shop and moved on, but the glint of enamel caught her eye and drew her in. Despite knowing better, she still felt as drawn to such gewgaws as any other tourist female, though she wasn't a tourist. Despite what those arrogant know-it-alls at the site thought, she really wasn't. She was a scholar, and a student of history, and she could have helped them considerably. They had not listened to her credits, nor considered that she'd worked on digs before. Instead, they'd taken one look at her--

Inspiration: Well, Phil had mused for me a story idea about a one-seater spaceship buried under layers of temples or some such.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Pyramids are probably too hokey. But I do like the idea of involving a lady archaeologist. Too much exposure to Amelia Peabody at a young age, I suppose.