Disclaimer: I do not own Night at the Museum or any of its characters.

Hi! This is my first fic ever. Right now the only characters in the story are Ahkmenrah, Lancelot, and Tilly. I'll be adding a lot more of the other characters in future chapters (especially Octavius and Jed), but this is who the story starts out with. Comments are greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!

The night guard yawned and flipped his flashlight, bored, as he walked through the quiet halls of the Smithsonian Museum. He passed the Gate of Kahmunrah and he got a chuckle about the stories some of the older night guards told about an event that happened nearly ten years ago.

They said everything in the museum came to life, tied up the guards and broke the cameras. In the morning almost everything was back to normal, except for all the damages supposedly caused by the exhibits. The guards were blamed and most were fired. Nothing was stolen and the museum could never find enough proof to arrest anybody which was odd. But less odd then the exhibits coming to life.

The night guard yawned again and shook his head as he began to head to another room. Something caught his eye and he turned around. The doorway was lighting up, a rectangular crack scratching its way through the rock. A loud boom shattered the glass of the surrounding exhibits and a beavy door began to slide out of the rock. The ground rumbled and the night guard was petrified.

"Holy sh-," he was cut off with another boom and the door slide away as a tall man stepped out of the blinding light. He laughed in triumph as he held up a black tablet with red markings.

"I'm back!" He announced to what seemed like nothing, but things in the dark began to move.

Another figure appeared, its silhouette casting a shadow on the night guard.

"Kahmunrah?"

The man looked down at the figure and smiled evilly.

"Yes, I am Kahmunrah and I have come back to life," he cocked his head. "Again."

The figure seemed to shake a little and other figures began to surround him.

"This time," Kahmunrah laughed nastily. "I will succeed and I will kill my brother once and for all and destroy Larry Daley and all those who dared to oppose me. Now tell me are you with me or against me?"

His dark eyes searched the room. "Well?"

The figures shook and suddenly began to chant 'Kahmunrah'. Kahmunrah basked in their attention, but then his eyes met the night guard's. He grinned evilly and stepped towards him. The night guard shrunk back, but it was to late to run because the pharaoh ordered his men to kill him.

The spears pierced through him and he screeched as he fell backwards. There was another sharp tearing pain as they ripped the spears back out and walked past. As he faded from consciousness, all he remembered was trying to breath, the smell of his own blood, and the weird bird headed creatures that passed by him. Then he lost consciousness.

The next thing he knew was waking up in a hospital bed.

"Check this out, Ahk!"

Ahkmenrah walked into the medieval wing to find Lancelot dangling upside down from the chandelier. He sighed.

"What in Ra's name are you doing up there?" Ahk shook his head. "Isn't that really old and really expensive?"

"Oh you're such a spoilsport," Lancelot laughed and swung gleefully.

"And you're such an…an…an arse," Ahk replied angrily. "Anyway how did you get up there in the first place?"

"Well," Lancelot paused then began dramatically. "I was riding my noble steed Trixie when I had the brilliant idea of jumping on to the chandelier-"

"She bucked you, didn't she?" Ahk raised his eyebrow and gave him a knowing look.

"Pfft, no, why would you think that?" Lancelot blushed.

Ahkmenrah crossed his arms. He knew when Lancelot was lying. He always got that guilty look. He probably still feels bad about what happened a couple years ago.

"Fine," Lancelot gave up. "She bucked me." Then he got a mischievous glint in his eye and grinned. "I bet you couldn't get up here. At least not without that skirt."

Ahkmenrah puffed angrily, "IT'S NOT A SKIRT!" Quietly he added, "It's a tunic. Get over yourself metal-man. I'll be right back with a ladder and get you down."

"Well, hurry, I'm getting a bit dizzy," Lancelot called after Ahkmenrah who had taken off down the hall and was running to find a broom closet. If only Lancelot wouldn't get himself into this kind of trouble. Why can't he just behave? Ahk groaned.

After a few turns he finally found a broom closet and got the ladder and hurried back to help his friend.

"Oh good, you're back," Lancelot said when Ahkmenrah returned. "Please don't tell Tilly," he added pleadingly as Ahk set the ladder up.

"Whatever," Ahk rolled his eyes as he climbed up the ladder. He had almost reached the top when they heard a loud, "LANCELOT!" Coming from a nearby room.

"Oh no, it's Tilly," Lancelot panicked. "Get me down, get me down!"

Ahk hurried up the ladder. "OK, grab my arms."

Lancelot did and just as he did Tilly, the night guard stormed in holding a bunch of jewelry.

"Why the hell are these scattered all over the hallway?" She shook the jewelry vigorously. "And why the hell are you on the chandelier?"

"Uh, I was, uh," Lancelot fished for an excuse.

"Were you riding Trixie again," Tilly cocked her head knowingly.

Lancelot gave up. "Yeah."

Tilly turned to look at Ahkmenrah. "I-I'm just helping him down."

Lancelot looked back at him. "Thanks," he said sarcastically.

"Sure," Ahk sassed back.

"Well get him down from there and help me clean up," Tilly headed back into the hall. "We have only a couple hours till sunrise."

Ahkmenrah helped Lancelot down the rest of the way and went to help Tilly clean up. It was about twenty minutes till sunrise when they finished and ten minutes when he made it back to his sarcophagus. His parents were already in theirs and Ahk climbed into his. He hated having his sarcophagus closed longer then it had to be. He watched the clock up high on the wall tick till it was only a minute before, then he closed the lid and got comfortable. Or at least as comfortable as he could in the tight, hard, cramped space.

It seemed to be taking unusually long for a minute to pass. Why am I not asleep yet? he wondered. Slowly he pushed up on the lid and peeked through the crack at the clock. It was ten minutes past already and sunlight was beginning to peek in through the windows. I haven't even turned back into a mummy yet, he looked at his arms perplexed. Is something wrong with a tablet? He closed the lid. Maybe it was just taking a couple minutes.

He waited awhile and then after a few minutes he hear a bunch of far off crashes and people screaming and heard Tilly come running into the room yelling. He was greeted by blinding light when she suddenly flipped the lid open.

"Wha-," he rubbed and squinted his eyes.

"Ahk," Tilly panted. "Everything is still awake and they're freaking the visitors out!"

"What?" Ahkmenrah jumped out of his coffin.

"We've got to do something and quickly," Tilly beckoned for him to follow her. "We need to calm everything down. And bring your tablet, Larry said you had someway of controlling the exhibits with it."

"Sure," Ahk replied and grabbed his tablet and began to follow her when he realized his parents were still in their sarcophaguses. He ran to open his mother's and gasped when he looked inside. Then he opened his father's. Oh no.

"What's wrong, Ahk?" Tilly asked concerned.

"My parents," Ahk panicked. "They're gone!"