Welcome to the second story in this series, which is set during Night at the Museum 2!

I've been working pretty hard on this, so I hope you like it!

Please, let me know what you think!

Chapter 1: Passage of Time

Beth put a hand to her pounding head as she walked away from the Viking exhibit, having just broken up the fifth fight in a week. Hearing a yell, she held out a hand, and the ground began to quake, effectively shutting them up. With a pained sigh, she shook her head and made her way towards the main hall.

"I take it the Vikings did not take kindly to you interfering with their celebrations?" Teddy smiled knowingly as he stood with Sacagawea, whose arms were wrapped around one of his.

"Not in the slightest," Beth sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "They may not have their ale, but those guys sure can pick a fight like they're drunk," she muttered, making the two laugh. Despite her headache, and her irritation over the Vikings insisting on celebrating their holidays in the most rowdy way possible, Beth couldn't help but smile.

Over two years had passed since Beth had first stumbled across the secret of the Museum of Natural History after being locked in one evening. She had gone through learning that she was the reincarnation of a young woman who was not only an entertainer for the Pharaoh of Egypt 4000 years ago, but the lost love of his son Ahkmenrah. Beth had also gone through the experience of being kidnapped by the descendants of Kahmunrah, the jealous older brother who had murdered Safiya, Beth's past life, who wanted her dead, and the Tablet of Ahkmenrah. Now, she was the night guard in the same museum, once working alongside Larry Daley, who had left not long after Beth had been hired after he had started his own company.

"Their celebrations do not normally last for much longer," Sacagawea told her with a smile. Beth shot her a weak one in reply.

"I hope that's true," she mumbled, rubbing her temples. "Or else I may actually cause some damage," Beth muttered, more to herself than the two in front of her. "I'm gonna go check on the Hall of African Mammals. Dex has been acting up more than usual," she told the two, turning and walking off as they nodded, knowing that she was right. The Capuchin had been stealing whatever hadn't been nailed down.

"Using your powers to maintain order?" she looked around as Ahkmenrah fell into step beside her.

"Only with the Vikings," Beth felt her face burn at his amused smile. "They ask for it, they keep starting fights and it's the only way to stop them without getting between them and having my face smashed in," she complained.

"I'd rather that didn't happen," the Pharaoh told her lightly, and Beth gave a small laugh.

"You and me both," she suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him down an empty corridor. Catching his crown as it almost fell off, Ahkmenrah looked down at Beth as she grinned at him. Taking a step closer, he reached out and caught her waist; his slender fingers catching around the belt loops of her shorts as his dark eyes met her green ones. As he moved closer, Beth giggled, waiting for him to close the gap between them. When Ahkmenrah's eyes moved down, she gave a smile at his hesitation, before pulling him into a kiss. "You're so cute," she breathed against his mouth, and he sighed. Without answering, he deepened the kiss, pressing her up against the wall as her hands curled around the back of his neck.

Hearing the clank of armour nearby, the two broke apart, breathing heavily as they watched each other. Ahkmenrah then stepped backwards quickly, only for Beth to grab his arm. She got in close, and pressed a much quicker kiss to his lips, and as she stepped back, she laughed at his dazed expression. Before he could respond, she then turned and pulled him down the corridor towards the Hall of African Mammals to check on Dexter.

While the two kept it quiet and only stole kisses when nobody was watching, everyone in the Museum knew about them. Looks and actions had given them away a long time ago, but nobody ever commented on it. The two had still to work out what would happen, considering the difference of Beth being alive during the day, but after 4000 years, they had been reunited, and neither could bring themselves to keep away.

As soon as the two stepped into the hall filled with animals, chirping filled the air, and Dexter scampered over, climbing up onto Beth's shoulder. "Hey buddy, been tormenting everyone again?" Beth smiled as she scratched under his chin.

"Uh, Bet?" Ahkmenrah pointed to the keys in Dexter's grasp, making her sigh.

"Honestly Dex, you're a real klepto," she told him as she prized the keys from his grasp. He turned and stuck his tongue out at Ahkmenrah before nuzzling into Beth's chin and making her giggle.

"Somehow I feel like he is doing that to taunt me," Ahkmenrah muttered.

"Probably," Beth agreed as Dexter stuck his tongue out at the Pharaoh again. Shaking his head, Ahkmenrah reached out to stroke his head, and Dexter slapped his hand away. A soft growl made them look down to see one of the lions watching Dexter carefully. "And it looks like you've got a protector as well," Beth winked at Ahkmenrah as he rubbed his hand. Dexter quickly ran off, apparently unwilling to mess with the lions, and Beth reclipped her keys to her belt. She then reached out and scratched behind the ear of the lioness that approached, and a low rumble filled the air. "Aw, who's a big sweetie?" Beth cooed as she crouched beside the purring big cat.

"I see you've gotten over your fear of them," Ahkmenrah commented with an innocent smile, looking away as Beth looked up and glared at him as she blushed.

"One time!" she complained as he reminded her of one of her first nights as a Night Guard. While she had spent time in the museum beforehand, Beth had not spent as much time with the other exhibits, and when one of the lionesses got too close, she had panicked and her power over air had thrown her high into the air. After the lioness had had enough of the attention, Beth continued on through the museum with Ahkmenrah, checking on everyone and making sure they were ok.

"Do you think Larry will visit soon?" Ahkmenrah's innocent question made Beth stiffen as she stepped into the Hall of Miniatures. It was quieter in there, as the Miniatures often wandered the museum, usually led by Jedidiah and Octavius into trouble. Even the Mayans ventured out now and again.

"I dunno Ahk..." she muttered, going to walk on before he caught her wrist.

"Bet, you cannot blame him for leaving," he reminded her softly. "He found his goal in life, just as you -"

"That's not why I'm mad at him," Beth whirled around, tears in her green eyes. "I'm mad at him because he promised to keep in touch, to keep visiting," she muttered, embarrassed at her outburst. "But he hasn't visited in months," she shrugged. "I'm being selfish, I know, but he promised..." she shrugged, and Ahkmenrah pulled her into a hug.

"I know Bet, it is fine. You are not the only one to feel this way," he reminded her, and she nodded. Jedidiah alone had been a lot more vocal about it.

"Woo, looks like we're interrupting something here!" the pair jumped and stepped apart as the cowboy's voice rang through the air. "Again," Jedidiah waggled his eyebrows at Octavius, who was grinning.

"It seems so," he agreed, and Beth raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you two want to go for another flight?" she offered, and their smirks instantly faded from their faces.

"You stay away with your magical manhandling!" Jedidiah warned, and Beth took a step towards them, smirking widely as they backed up.

"Jedidiah, I believe it may be wise to make a strategic retreat," Octavius suggested, and the two took off as quickly as they could, making Beth start laughing.

"It never gets old scaring those two," she grinned, turning back to Ahkmenrah.

"One day they'll realise that you only threaten them with powers you aren't controlling at the time," he warned her.

"Yeah, sure. That'll be the same day that Teddy calls me Beth," the night guard rolled her eyes. "Or the day my mother lets me sleep in for once," Beth muttered irritably. Her mother had been calling more frequently just to check up on her, still worried after Beth's kidnapping that landed her in the hospital. Rubbing her temples again, before moving in to press her face into Ahkmenrah's shoulder. He gave a low chuckle, wrapping his arms around her to keep her close.

"Or the day you stop picking on them?" he suggested.

"They started it!" Beth defended indignantly, looking up at him and managing to put her hands on her hips, despite his arms remaining around her. He gave her an amused look that broke her indignant expression and made her laugh. "Well they did," she defended weakly, making him laugh lightly.

"Of course they did," he nodded, his tone making it clear that he didn't believe her.

"Mean!" she pouted playfully, pulling out of his grasp and stomping off down the corridor. Rolling his eyes at her dramatics, Ahkmenrah followed her, unable to stop his smile as he watched her.

The sun had risen and with a wide yawn, Beth made her way to the guards station to hang up her jacket. Running a little late after having to clean up the mess the Vikings had made, Beth couldn't wait to climb into bed and sleep like a rock.

"Miss Agriosa!" she stopped, looking around as she heard her name being called. Doctor McPhee stood nearby, beckoning her impatiently. Frowning, Beth approached him, and he held out a piece of paper, not looking happy in the slightest.

"What's this?" she asked, wondering what she had done wrong now. It wouldn't be the first time she was in trouble with the museum curator. She was sure that she hadn't left any trace of mess in the Viking exhibit.

"It's a list, Miss Agriosa," Dr. McPhee told her, and Beth resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Instead she began to read the list, her brow furrowing.

"Sacagawea, the neanderthals...Attila? What is this about?" she looked up again as a bad feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.

"The board have decided that some of the exhibits are to be replaced with newer ones," Beth froze as she stared at Dr. McPhee, who looked irritated, and for a moment what seemed like guilt flashed in his eyes. "I need you to make sure they are ready to be moved," he told her.

"Moved where?" Beth asked. Her heart pounded painfully against her chest as she watched the curator. He sighed heavily, looking truly guilty as he studied the girl who had been part of his staff for two years.

"The Smithsonian Federal Archives."

So apparently something big is going to be happening in work tomorrow, so I don't know how much I'm going to be able to get done, plus I'll be in Dublin at the weekend for a wedding reception. But I will aim to update by Monday.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!

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