NatM Preferences: You Meet Him

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Larry

You knew him back in High School. You always had a thing for him, but back then you two were in the 'friend zone'. And, might you add, it was torture. He was your best friend before your crush developed, so poor little you never really had a chance. After school the two of you could always be found in the science lab, working on various projects either together or separately. Now, who knows how many years later, here he was. You had come to New York to start a new life and had somehow found yourself in the middle of The Museum of Natural History. You were admiring the diorama when something, or rather someone, caught your eye.

"Larry Daley?" The uniformed man turned toward you and broke into a grin.

"(Y/n)! Wow, long time no see. How've you been?"

"Pretty good. I never thought I'd see the day one of the most innovative minds I know was working in a museum. Please don't tell me you're the janitor…" He chuckles at your reference to an *ahem* incident involving him, you, hydrogen peroxide, and 1 month detention (don't ask, it wasn't pretty).

"Nope, try security guard. Hey, I don't go on for another few hours, you wanna head out and catch up? We haven't seen each other in years." You smirk.

"Sure, why not?"

Teddy

You were a fanatic. You couldn't help it, it's just… you. You had a disturbing passion for history, more specifically American history. But you still love any history you can get your hands on. So when you learned the night guard at the Museum of Natural History was looking for an energetic and positive intern (with experience) to help out, you jumped at the opportunity. You easily got the job and your first night was approaching fast. You breezed through the rules Larry had given you and by sunset that fateful night, you were sure you were ready.

"So um, Larry, you said that this job would require a lot of energy and organizational skills. Where exactly do those fit in?" He chuckled as you walked around the lobby.

"Well, there's something you should probably-" He was interrupted by a loud thud as the T-rex exhibit left it's stand and started running around. You were pulled out of danger just as it's tail whizzed by you; missing by inches.

"Ah, you must be Miss (L/n). I am Theodore Roosevelt, 26th President of the United States of America, and welcome to the Museum of Natural History.

Ahkmenrah

You had FINALLY gotten through to your parents who had agreed to let you move in with your Uncle Larry until you turn 18 the next year (you graduated a year early from high school). You dressed casually and wore a little make-up to keep up appearances for your favorite uncle (the only one on your dad's side). When you had driven from the airport to the museum where he worked, he took you around the building making sure you knew all about the different displays. You ended up in, your personal favorite, the Egypt exhibit.

"Now I have to warn you, if you can't handle what happens next, we're kind of going to have a problem."

"No offense Uncle Larry, but whatever you have planned, I'm sure I can handle."

"Good, 'cause it's starting… now." He pointed to the wall behind you and your eyes widened as the tablet of Ahkmenrah (it took you awhile to get the pronunciation) began to glow. What surprised you more was when Larry undid the lock on the 3000-something-year old tomb and opened the lid.

"Woah… can I touch it?"

"Sorry (y/n), Ahk can get very… sensitive about strangers touching his stuff." You raise an eyebrow.

"Ahk?"

"Yes?" Came the response from the hottie who poked his head out of the sarcophagus.

Jed

You were there; staring at what, in your eyes was the stupidest thing ever. Seriously, cowboys with their stupid accent and know-it-all attitudes in the movies really ticked you off. So it kind of made sense that your crazy 'let's make (y/n) break the law' friends had dragged you here to some big museum.

"Come on, do it chicken!" You sighed as you finally gave in to their pleading.

"Fine, but if we go to jail I'm blaming you guys!" Your friends chuckled as you swiped the most annoying-looking figurine from the museum display and shoved it in your backpack. You hated the Wild West.

"Don't worry, you can return it. When you admit cowboys are awesome." You smirk.

"No. Way. In. Heck." With that, you turned on your heel and headed home.

Once it got dark outside, you noticed a rather pathetic sounding scream come from your back pack. Carefully, you unzipped it and pull a rather infuriated looking miniature cowboy from within.

"REALLY?!"

Octavius

"Jerks." You mumbled as you stalked past the bullies at the college you were attending. Different age, same childish idiots. Wasn't there anyone left in the world with decent manners? You sighed. Probably not. Leaving the campus for the day, you decided to head to your favorite hang-out; The Museum of Natural History. It was weird, there was this one little exhibit (the one with the cute little roman soldiers) that you would go and look at for hours. If no one was around, you would sometimes even talk to the little general leading the battle. This was one of those days. It was almost dark and the place was closing by the time you were done, but you felt a lot better.

"You know, sometimes I think I could stay here all night just talking to you."

"So why don't you? I certainly don't mind."

(A/N: I don't know if I'll continue with Teddy or not. It seems kind of… weird to be doing him (Especially since Teddy/Sacajawea is one of my favorite ships), but I know he has a few fan girls out there. So, if you want me to continue with him, please speak up! And if there are any other characters you would like me to add, just let me know.)