A/N: Okay, so I've had this idea for awhile now, and finally I gave in, and had to write it. I don't know why, but I really enjoyed this movie, and I loved Larry and Amelia together. So I guess this is my way of fixing the ending to fit my liking a little more. This is just the introduction, more will come in during the second chapter. Rating is subject to change as more chapters are added, just for the record.

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Larry Daley ignored the sparse drops of liquid falling from the sky as he hurried to work. He had barely made it to the top of the steps as thunder crashed and rain poured down from above. He only shivered a little.

Small things like the weather had been slipping past his notice more and more over the past year. It was exceptionally bad today. If it weren't for Nicky, the night guard would have set out for work without pants.

He sighed as he moved out of the revolving doors, taking in the sight of crowds moving throughout his beloved halls.

Home.

It was true, the museum had become his home. It seemed fit, considering that his surrogate family was always there, even if they weren't always alive. Soon, the walls of the museum would be filled with more than just patrons, the exhibits would be awaking for the night as well. Larry was glad that his friends got to stick around, but he missed being alone with them.

He walked around aimlessly, glancing at his watch every couple seconds. After what felt like hours, his watch beeped. Larry came to a halt in the Hall of Miniatures, smiling slightly.

"Gigantor!"

Turning to his right, Larry bent down, bringing him face to face with Jedediah and Octavius.

"Hey guys," he said, thankful that he was alone with two of his favorite exhibits at the moment.

"Wow, today marks the one year anniversary of when you saved our butts from Ahkmenrah's evil, psycho brother, partner!" Jed exclaimed as he high-fived his Roman counterpart. They both grinned up at their larger friend, who had straightened back up and was staring down at his feet.

"Larry?" Octavius questioned.

Larry whispered something too soft for Jed and Octavius to hear. Finally, feeling their eyes on him, he looked up and away, exiting the hall. The Roman general looked at Jed, who shrugged.

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He didn't know where he was going, but simply let his feet guide him through small masses of people. Mind whirring, he had to stop himself from walking into a great brown horse. He patted it's neck in apology.

"Lawrence, my boy!"

Larry looked up and smiled sadly back at Teddy in greeting. He could see the light Roosevelt's eyes disappear from where the man was seated. Larry glanced away.

Teddy lowered himself from his steed, clapping a hand on the night guard's back.

"Ah, I guess you remember what today is then, and what happened many nights ago."

Larry nodded, still not meeting his gaze.

"Lawrence."

Larry glanced back at him, trying to appear confused. Before Teddy could speak, a group of children ran over to his horse, signaling that the former president would have to begin his tours.

"I'm sorry."

Larry backed up to give the swarm of kids some space.

"Yeah, me too Ted, me too."

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He didn't get it, he had figured out the key to happiness. Doing what you love, with people you love. And here he was, with the friends he loved. So what was missing?

Love.

There were two types of love: family love, and... romantic love. One of those two had been missing from his life for a year. He muttered angrily to himself, wishing that he had never let it get this far.

"Mr. Daley!"

Larry was drawn out of his thoughts at the sound of his boss's voice. He spun around on his heel to see Dr. McPhee standing a few yards away. The man beckoned him to his office with a wave of his hand. Larry jogged over as the head of the museum took a seat behind his desk. He motioned for his best security guard to sit.

"I just thought I should tell you that we will be moving an exhibit tomorrow morning, so I need you to help ready it for transportation."

That caught Larry's full attention. "Transportation?"

"Yes, that's what I just said, isn't it?" Dr. McPhee retorted.

Larry apologized, "I'm sorry... just... caught me off guard."

His boss nodded. Larry looked around awkwardly, waiting for the man to speak again.

When he said nothing, Larry inquired, "So... who- I mean, what exhibit is moving, exactly?"

"Oh right!" McPhee exclaimed, shuffling through a stack of paper. Larry watched him, earnestly waiting for an answer.

"The mummy one... I forgot the name."

"Ahkmenrah?"

"Yes, that one, the thing with that gold tablet, it's going on display at the Louvre."

Larry stared at him in disbelief for a moment. "In France."

McPhee cast a curious glance his way. "That's where the Louvre is."

"Permanently?"

McPhee shook his head. "As of now, no. But if the crowds take to it, those Frenchmen may be interested in keeping it."

Larry leaned back in his seat, rubbing his temple.

"Problem, Mr. Daley?"

"What? Oh, no, no problem here."

McPhee waved him off. "That's all then, I expect the exhibit early tomorrow morning."

Larry nodded and walked out of the office.

"Yeah, no, everything is just great right now," he whispered sarcastically to himself. He headed straight for the mummy exhibit.

This was definitely a problem.

A/N: So, what'd you think? Please review, I'd love to hear feedback.