I've had this story in my pocket for a while now, and I was still deciding on whether to post or not to post for, well, up till now. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Night at the Museum or any of it's characters. I also do not own the British Museum.
Lancelot strode through the museum with the gait of a proud man. He had grown up in a decent family...or maybe he hadn't. Outwardly, he showed no difference, his face revealing nothing of the inner turmoil he was facing. A night ago, he had perceived himself to be real, to be of flesh and blood. That same night, he had been forced to realize, that no, he wasn't. He was wax. The moment he had opened his eyes, took that very first breath of air, he had believed himself to be human. A noble HUMAN knight that served Arthur, king of Camelot. A knight that was deeply in love with his Queen. His first thought, had not been of his quest for the Grail. It was not of his king who had fallen ill, and was the very reason as to why he would even leave Camelot, so he, along with his fellow knights, could find a way to heal him. Nay, his first thought, had been of Guinevere. His beautiful Guinevere with her hair like spun gold, and eyes of deep emerald green, with skin soft as silk to the touch. He loved her. Loved her still. But how could he be sure if even that love was real?
With the knowledge that he was just a wax statue came the question: Who was he really? He hadn't known what it felt like to be alive, his adventure with the man who reminded him of Eric had brought so many questions to his mind. Just 24 hours before, when Lancelot had just woken up for the first time, as he ran around thinking he was alive, he remembered the very small nagging feeling that had been in his mind as he talked to the frail, what was he called, Pharoo? Pharoaf? Pharoah! That was it, Pharoah! As he had conversed with the feeble pharaoh and the man who called himself Theodore Roosevelt, President of a land called the United States, somewhere in the back of his mind he had had a doubt. Miniscule though it was, he hadn't been fully sure of the fact that he was "real". However the rest of his mind had believed it wasn't possible, so the doubt was squashed under thoughts of knowing what the other museum creatures didn't. That he was real and that he knew they weren't.
Lancelot's troubling thoughts were interrupted when he saw the skinny pharaoh, from the night before, backed against the wall of severed heads belonging to hunting animals. The heads were looking at the skinny man in worry. It appeared Trixie had him trapped between her horns.
"Trixie!" The knight called.
The dinosaur tilted her large head in his direction, managing to frighten the pharaoh even more as her horn came ever closer to his exposed side.
"Come here girl! And try not to mince the lad while you're at it." said 'lad' wrinkled his nose at this despite his situation.
Trixie started from the wall before rumbling her way over to him, tail wagging. The ground shook as the massive creature stopped herself just a few small feet before the knight.
"Now sit." Lancelot ordered before the triceratops(as he learned from Theodore prior to him leaving the previous night) lowered herself unceremoniously to the marble floor.
The armor clad man patted her head before motioning for her to leave. As the bony creature exited the hallway, Lancelot saw the pharaoh dust off his shimmering garments then incline his head to the knight.
"I'm no lad, sir knight."
Lancelot raised an eyebrow before responding.
"You look it, feeble man."
"I'll have you know I am thousands of years old, and definitely not feeble." He answered him indignantly.
"Well, your body and face can be no older than twenty or so."
"I have the Tablet to thank for my youthful image, as well as the fact that I met my demise when I was still young. It only makes sense for me to look this way when my last breath was taken as I had just turned 22." The pharaoh answered matter-of-factly.
"Then your mummified body might have been thousands of years of age, but you are restored, as you say, thanks to the Tablet, to when you had just entered your prime. That makes you a lad in my eyes." Lancelot replied.
He was answered by a resigned sigh.
"As you seem to be incapable of changing your mind, I shall let the subject drop for now, seeing as last night was the first time I have seen my beloved parents for an immeasurable amount of moons, and I very much would like to 'catch up' as they call it nowadays. Farewell, proud knight" The pharaoh stated before leaving to go to the Egypt Exhibit.
The proud knight, as the man had called him, and as that was what he was, smirked lightly at his victory before continuing on his way.
A/N: Well, hoped you like it, and even if you didn't, comment anyway. I need to know if I made any mistakes, like making the characters OOC, which if that happened, forgive me. I'll try to write them better. If you happen to be any of my followers reading this story, I sincerely apologize for not updating any of my other ones. I've had writer's block for quite some time, and I'd hoped posting something I already had, appeased you. I'll try to update as fast as I can.