Greetings, lovelies, and welcome to my first Gajevy / GaLa crossover. I was watching The Mummy and between Evelyn being an adorable librarian and Rick O'Connell being a dashing gunslinger I couldn't help imagining Gajeel and Levy in this.

It took me quite a while to think of who to put in Beni's spot. There aren't a lot of human-looking characters that fit his personality. I finally settled on Zoldeo due to his minimal interaction (at least without you knowing it was him and not Capricorn). That being said there are a few characters I didn't replace. I just didn't feel there was anyone that fit the mark but its a only a small handful so I hope it doesn't effect it too much. Hell, I'm still writing it, things may change xD

Did my own editing so if I missed something, sorry~!

With expert ease, the silver revolver in his hand was quickly reloaded and twirled, the barrel aiming at the stampede of men rushing down the sand dunes towards their location. Gajeel Redfox spied down his sight, firing off a few rounds in quick succession, watching at least two men fall from horseback. All around him, his allies reloaded their own rifles, coughing at the swirling sands and shielding their eyes from the sun as they, too, aimed at the enemy before them. Their general had just turned tail and ran, screaming at the top of his lungs before all eyes turned towards the red eyed male, waiting for the shouted command he gave to keep attacking. Beside him, a particularly shaky man fumbled around with his weaponry, his beady eyes showing worry and his upper lip sweating with fear. Zoldeo was trembling terribly to the point where he nearly dropped the firearm, making Gajeel snap at him to calm down. At his shout, Zoldeo threw down the rifle before screaming towards an open tomb entrance. With a sharp curse, Gajeel twisted on his heel, noticing many of the others had either already fled or were being cut by the enemy horsemen, blood spattering against the sand. Figuring it best to follow his coward of a partner, the raven haired male was met with a stone slab sliding into place, his hands bracing himself as he nearly collided into it. He quickly turned, running only a few steps out before leaning back and to his right, his gun in his hand as he dodged a throwing knife and fired, the horseman tumbling from his saddle with a cry. Dashing left, Gajeel ducked as more blades flew too close for comfort around his head. His path was blocked by handful of horsemen, nearly falling at trying to stop dead in the sand, changing his escape direction. A growl vibrated in his throat as he came face to face with black stone, a large statue in his way of freedom. Twirling around, he pressed his back against it firing off what was left of his bullets in his dual pistols, the sharp clicking signaling he was out. His chest heaved as he took a long breath, his red eyes landing on the line of men remaining as they aimed their guns. Turning his head away, he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the pain when a handful of shouting accompanied by upset neighing from the horses had him peeking to find them gone. He let out the air he was holding, collapsing to his knees into the sand.

'They… they had me… why?' he thought, running a hand through his wild, black mane. As if sensing something, he climbed to his feet, walking forward and looking back. The statue of Anubis stared down its nose at him, the obsidian showing wear and caked on with mud. He stumbled back, nearly tripping against the sand as he looked around for anyone left. Sweat dripped down his face, his heart racing as he realized he was all alone. Nearly forty men and he was all that seemed to be left. At least, other than Zoldeo but that man had chickened out and left him for dead. Without much else, he stumbled away into the open desert, unaware of the intense eyes on him from afar.

(One month later)

Levy McGarden hummed to herself as she continued tidying the books that were stacked by her feet, her mind completely focused on her task. She was halfway through an entire collection of Egyptian tomes and scrolls, her purpose of being there to reorganize the whole room. She pulled up a particularly heavy book, her humming ceasing as she used all her focus on making sure she didn't drop it. She let out a grumble as some of her hair fell loose from her black headband, tickling her face and nose. Setting the book back down on the table, she fixed her blue curls, fluffing her strands a bit before looking at her work again. A loud noise in the distance had her jumping up, a small squeak escaping her as she glanced around. Tilting her head in confusion, she began walking in the direction of the thud. She knew it couldn't have been the curator she was working for; he was gone for the day on business, leaving her alone in charge of the library. No one else had access to the building so long as he was not present. She swallowed thickly, hoping she was imagining things. Another noise had her frowning, glancing around and finding an unlit torch near the doorway. Pulling it from its holder, she braced herself as she entered the next room where they displayed open scrolls and mummy remains. Her footsteps were nearly impossible to hear as she slowly walked through the room, bracing for striking whoever might have been there. As soon as she moved to walk by an open coffin, the skeleton within popped up, a horrible roar causing her to jump up screaming. Before she could attempt to bludgeon the poor mummy, a male's maniacal laugh filled the air, the familiarity of it causing her brows to crease in anger.

"Loke, you jerk!" she screeched, half tempted to rip his hair out as he leaned up beside the mummy, his arm over its shoulders like they were friends. He gave her a wicked grin, his hazel eyes staring at her from over his glasses before laying the skeletal remains back down.

"Sorry, you make it so easy!" he replied with a laugh, climbing out of the box. Once he touched the ground, she slugged him in the arm, nearly toppling him over from being caught off guard. "Whoa now, easy." She glared daggers at him, poking at his chest and causing him to flinch back, his face still showing great amusement.

"I'm going to have gray hairs early because of you!" He winced at her yelling, stuffing his hand in his pocket. She placed one hand on her hip, the other still holding the torch as she watched him begin to roll on his heels.

"Maybe, but until then, don't you want to know why I'm here?" She turned on her heel, moving to the next room and replacing the torch. The orange haired man followed behind her, recognizing when his sister would try to run away from him. He'd often come to her with little knicknacks, hoping there would be the one time he found something that would lead him to a treasure trove. It was getting to the point where she would barely even look at what he would bring, feeling he was merely grasping at straws. Loke always had many high hopes in becoming rich and flaunting his coin for women and booze, to live carefree. He adjusted his tie as he walked into the library, watching her grab a handful of books and glancing at the wording on the covers.

"Not really," she mumbled. Most times he showed, it was up ask for something; be it money or a way out of trouble. The former was often needed to help the latter. A smirk found its way on his lips as he dashed after her, knowing what he had would intrigue her.

"Not even gonna give me a chance?"

"Who do you owe money to now?" She didn't even look up at him, imagining him cringing at her guessing right.

"No one… at the moment," he said with a snicker. He pulled his hand from his pants pocket, displaying a small iron box in his palm. Instantly, Levy's eyes were glued, her mind racing with questions as she looked over the hieroglyphics along its surface. "Before you start: I don't know what it is or where it's from." This had her raising a thin eyebrow at him. She crossed her arms over her chest lightly, leaning to her right a bit.

"Then where did you get it?" She watched as he grimaced, his face showing the usual nervous look he had when he'd been caught, the smile trying to stay in place. "Loke..."

"Well…"

Levy gripped the hem of her dark brown skirt, walking at a brisk pace with Loke on her heels. He was sputtering about this not being a good idea, trying desperately to pull her back as they headed into the prison courtyard with the guards leading them towards the visitor area. She ignored his protests, muttering under her breath how disappointed she was in him. He begged her not to do this until loud shouting drew her attention completely as two other guards burst through the holding cell doors, throwing a dark haired man towards the bars, his hands linked together with maybe half a foot of chain holding them together. Levy felt her heart skip a beat at seeing the rough male before her, on his knees as the guards hit him for clearly fighting against them. His black hair was wild, clearly not having been washed or brushed in quite some time. He had a bit of a gruff beard showing, his skin caked on with mud and sand making it a tad hard to see the metal studs in his eyebrows, nose, and chin. His white button down was filthy and tattered, missing buttons, and slightly pulled from his dark brown pants. He looked over his shoulder, growling menacingly at the men behind him before finally focusing on the blue haired female and her brother who continued to cringe.

"This is the man you took this from!?" Behind her, Loke refused to make eye contact with him, leaning forward and mumbling something about them leaving. She punched his arm, watching him flinch and rub the spot. In front of them, the man snickered at seeing her being so feisty. She turned back, an apologetic look crossing her features as she moved her hair from her face. "Hello, it's to my understanding that my idiot of a brother has taken something from you." He seemed taken aback at her sweet smile towards him, his red eyes scanning her face. "I was actually hoping you could tell me what it was." He remained quiet, studying her until she began fidgeting under his intense gaze. He gripped the bars, looking around a bit before answering her.

"You might not know what it is but you seem to know where it's from," he replied, earning a wide eyed look from the girl. Being too focused, she leaned forward.

"So you know it's from Hamunaptra? The City of the Dead?" He raised a studded brow, rather impressed she knew that. He gripped the bars a bit again, leaning back while chuckling dryly.

"Of course I do. It's where I got it," he whispered back. His low voice had her leaning in more, ignoring the ranting from her brother behind her. "You're pretty smart." He watched her face flush, her eyes darting away for a moment in embarrassment at his flattery.

"Well, thank you," she murmured. Suddenly, her focus was back, "Do you think you could tell me how to get there?" Now his eyes were going wide, not sure he was hearing her right. She wanted to go to the City of the Dead? Unfortunately for him, he knew the guards here had plans for him. His cocky attitude got him in trouble to the point where they told him he was going to die in the prison with no one there to stop them. He found himself staring at her, watching her face light up at waiting for what he was going to say next. For a split second, he found himself looking at her lips.

'Hmm…' He motioned for her to come closer, her honey eyes practically glowing as she thought he was going to give her the information she wanted. "So a pretty thing like you wants to go there," he whispered ever so softly. As she moved merely inches away from the bars, his arm shot out, roughly grabbing under her chin and smashing his lips against hers. A surprised squeak escaped her, her body tensing at the assault. Pulling back fast, the male glared at her, his red eyes piercing into her very soul. It was then she realized his pupils were slitted like a cat. "Get me out of here and I'll take you!" he snapped, a grunt escaping him as the guards hit him before grasping his arms and hauling him away. Levy rested a hand on her chest, her heart thumping loudly against her ribs as she slowly came out of her daze.

'Did that really just happen!?' She blinked a bit, shaking her head as though clearing it, 'Wait, what is…' She pointed towards the direction they took the black haired male, hearing shouting from behind the closed doors. "Wait, what is going on? Where are they taking him?" The warden gave her a smug look, his tone hinting that he was entertained by everything.

"They are going to execute him." She turned to glare at him, her honey eyes fiery. She crossed her arms.

"On what charge!?"

"He is a brute. Best to put such a beast down now," he muttered, clearly not bothered by any of it. Loke flinched as he watched Levy stalk up to the man, her 4'11" frame not helping her with the intimidation.

"So what you're saying is he did nothing!? I demand to see him!" The warden motioned for her to follow, leading her to the area where they were setting up for him to be hanged. He struggled against the guards holding him even as they dragged him up the wooden stairs and looped the thick rope around his neck. The moment they let go of him, he slammed his boot on one of the men's feet, turning to headbutt the second one. The third who had placed the rope on him, yanked the cord, pulling him back as well as tightening it around his neck. Levy turned towards the warden, her brows creased and her gaze full of worry. "Please, don't do this." Her eyes darted around as though in thought, her vision finally landing back on him. "I'll give you 100 jewels to let him go! Surely that should cover his bail!" The man seemed uninterested, motioning towards the guards as they steadied the male and dragged him to appropriate place above the trap door. "I'll give you 200 then!" She receive barely a look, her head turning to find them fully securing the rope and muttering something to him. "300!" The warden shouted for them to wait, looking down at the girl and grasping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him.

"Anything else?" Loke moved to grab the guy's wrist when Levy swatted him away, a menacing look reflected in her hazel eyes.

"Just what are you implying?" she hissed, yanking herself free from his grasp. A chorus of laughter from the other inmates that were watching caused the warden to flush, embarrassed at scene she had made. "Of all the…" she stopped as the warden gave a kill motion, the guard throwing the lever and releasing the hatch. Just before the rope went taut, a shot rang out, the cord snapping and Levy's wide gaze finding Loke's gun smoking while he was adjusting his glasses on his face. She let out the breath she didn't notice that she had held, her body slacking as tension left her.

"I think what my sister offered is more than enough," he hissed. Giving him a thankful smile, Levy raced over to the fallen male, pulling at the rope around his neck in case he was still being choked by it. He watched her, stunned by all the trouble the two went through to stop all this. His mind went to why she was here in the first place, feeling she only wanted to get to Hamunaptra. His attention was brought back as he felt her soft hands on his throat as if to check him before grasping at his hands, fumbling with the manacles still there.

"The key. Release him," she all but demanded, climbing to her feet and crossing her arms at the warden. The man let out a harsh scoff, motioning for the guards to bring him along. "No-" The raven haired male grunted as he was grabbed, the men hoisting him to his feet. Levy spun towards the warden, her face twisted in concern.

"Bring me my pay," he snapped before she could protest. She visibly relaxed, hurrying to follow him with Loke right behind her.

An hour later, the trio were exiting the prison with Levy hovering around the tall, red eyed male. She watched him intently, observing him checking his knapsack and stretching as he inhaled deeply. Feeling her gaze, he turned towards her, digging his hand in his pocket while adjusting his bag on his shoulder.

"So… yeah…" he mumbled, looking away. She watched him for a moment, studying his posture and how he was looking off in the distance. He almost seemed agitated at the whole ordeal, as though their helping him bruised his ego.

"Are you seriously not about to thank me?" She placed her hands on her hips, frowning. Loke remained silent, knowing the entire thing started because of him nabbing the iron box from this guy in the first place. Even now, he refused to make eye contact. He merely found himself very interested in fixing his tie or cleaning his glasses. This man had been subjected to imprisonment, torture, and nearly death at his poor choice of pick pocketing, making him feel absolutely terrible. Such things had never happened to him before, and never had he had to bring his sister into it. Gajeel turned towards them, the focus coming back to his gaze as he looked down at the small woman before him. Internally, he was rather amused with the tough front she was attempting at the moment. His face showed his real feelings, knowing that no one in their right mind would have helped him for nothing.

"I know why you did it. You just want to go to the city. I'm of no other use to-"

"How can you say that… They were going to hang you for nothing. I couldn't let them do that," she whispered, missing his surprised look. The pain in her voice had him wincing, his studded brows coming down as he frowned. He watched her as she clenched at her skirt, her eyes glued to the ground. The adrenaline of the previous events clearly had left her system, leaving her drained. He let out a deep sigh, realizing just how much of an ass he was being and it left a terrible taste in his mouth.

"Thank you." Her head darted up, finding him looking away from her. "Name's Gajeel Redfox." A smile broke out across her face, her hand coming up to offer as handshake.

"Levy McGarden. And this is Loke." At her introduction, Gajeel stormed up to orange haired man, grabbing a handful of his jacket. People nearby began whispering as they purposely moved to steer clear of the trio. Beside them, Levy began waving her arms frantically, squeaking for him to stop. "What are you-?" He dragged the shorter male into his face, his fangs bared as he seethed in anger.

"This is all your fault! Where is it?" he hissed, watching Loke fumble the box out of his pocket with a nervous laugh. He snatched it out of his hand, dropping him and watching as he attempted to not fall over from the force of it. "I'll give you a break since you helped me."

"H-how thoughtful of you," Loke replied with a nervous chuckle, pushing his glasses back into place from being shaken. Gajeel pulled his bag around, stuffing the item in it before slinging it over his shoulder again. He growled in frustration at his attire, yanking his shirt open and letting the rest of the buttons fly off. Levy couldn't help herself as her eyes wandered over his chiseled chest, her gaze trailing down to the start of the V going down and ending at his dark brown pants. She tore her gaze away, hoping he didn't notice her staring. At the sound of his voice, she jolted, feeling her face burn up.

"So, what can I do to repay you," Gajeel asked, clearly not embarrassed about showing his chest or realizing what she was doing.

'Oh my God, he's gonna say something like that after doing that?' She took a deep breath, hoping he thought her face was red due to the sun as she looked back. "Well, Mr. Redfox, I would truly like to speak to you about… well…," she glanced around to make sure no one was too close but was stopped as Gajeel began waving his hand dismissively.

"Yeah, yeah. And just Gajeel."

"Well, then, Gajeel," Loke started, grabbing his sister's arm. He was greeted by the red eyed male's glare, his finger in his face. If looks could kill...

"Mr. Redfox from you."

"R-right. Ahem, Mr. Redfox…," he laughed nervously as he pulled out a slip of paper, jotting down something before handing it to him. "We'll be here and meet you at the boat in the morning. I trust you will be ok until then?" He nodded, glancing at the paper before stuffing it into his pocket. Loke ushered Levy away as quickly as possible, scolding her for involving them with someone so dangerous. A small smile graced her lips at his obvious fear, feeling as if this could play as revenge for his scaring the ever-living out of her.

"You think he's dangerous because he doesn't like you," she replied bitterly, attempting to look over her shoulder. Her brother's face filled her view, his hazel eyes hidden behind the reflective surface of his glasses, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

"I saw that look, Missy. You can't fool me." Her cheeks puffed up in embarrassment, hoping to play dumb.

"What are you talking about?"

"Let me help you mop up the drool," he deadpanned, watching her face light up bright red. She shoved him away, a scowl on her features as she pointed at him accusingly.

"You're one to talk, you lech." Loke let out a soft chuckle, fixing his tie. Now that they were away from Gajeel, he was feeling much better about his life not being threatened. He gave her a nonchalant shrug, his body once again relaxed.

"It's expected of me," he stated simply. She rolled her eyes as they arrived at their home with the orange haired man opening it for her. "I just can't picture my innocent little sister being pawed at by a man. Kinda makes me cringe." She let out a laugh, shaking her head.

"Well unfortunately, I'm used to seeing women attack you. Whether it's sexually or harmfully," she replied with a small laugh. Her brother had a reputation for womanizing, something Levy had grown immune to seeing and becoming a part of. By part of, usually it meant she would either comfort the poor woman or have to explain why her brother would suddenly be gone without a trace. The last one, Karen, was why he'd been gone for so long. For a moment, she wondered if he was still seeing her or not. Giving a shrug, Levy moved to her room, beginning to gather items for the long trip ahead of her.

Gonna have a lot of fun with this. Going to go along the basic outline but definitely going to be adding my own twist to things.

Looking forward to hearing what you think ^ ^

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