A/N I'm new to this fandom and have no idea if this story will turn out well or not, but it kept playing around in my head until I had to write it down. I couldn't help but think…What if there was a side effect to the Tablet being restored to its former glory? And if so, then how would our favourite heroes deal with it?

Notes: I've took the liberty of having Larry stay at the Museum of History a tad bit longer than what happened at the end of NatM 3.

Warnings: Pre-Slash. SLASH. MxM relationship. Trigger-warning for rape in later chapters. Possible Mpreg. (Other warnings will be stated at the beginning of other chapters if there is to be any) SPOILERS!

Pairings: Larry/Ahkmenrah. Jedediah/Octavius. Teddy/Sacagawea.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything to do with Night At The Museum 1, 2 or 3. Though if I did, Larry and Ahkmenrah would have been dating by the end of the first movie -_-

Side Effect. Chapter 1: Alone…

It had been a month since they had left England empty handed. A month since the people –items- of the New York museum hadn't woke. A long, gruelling month where Larry had sat in the Lobby, uniform on, doing nothing but throw his flashlight up and down in sheer boredom and despair. An entire month since there was no Ahkmenrah or his tablet.

Larry sighed for the hundredth time that night. Lazily looking around at the statues, wax figures and bones as he did. There was no life other than his own that lay within the walls of the Museum that once held joy and laughter.

He was tired of walking around the halls at night and seeing his – dare he say it – friends as nothing more than items to be looked at during the day by people who would never understand what magic had once blessed this place. It was left to be nothing more than a cold, dark place when night finally fell.

With depression in his eyes, Larry stood and stretched, he was going to quit. He had made up his mind long ago but never had the heart to do it. Pointlessly hoping that maybe, just maybe… the Museum would come back to life even without the tablet. He had been wrong, of course, and was left alone.

Quitting seemed like the best salutation. He wouldn't have to walk down the halls that filled him with memories that should have brought joy, instead it was sadness from the fact that he would never be able to get his friends back.

Larry had one final destination before he turned off his flashlight for the last time in this Museum. As he walked up the all too familiar stairs and wondered down the hallway, he had to stop himself from going any further once he stood at the location that brought the most pain.

Ahkmenrah's tomb.

It held more memories than any other place within the Museum. He wanted to be angry. Angry that Ahkmenrah had chosen his parents over them. Granted, he hadn't seen them in so long, but after everything that happened with them all?

The countless fights it took to save not only the Tablet but the Museum as well? The adventures they had been on. The laughs they shared. The jokes they told. They happiness they brought to each other…

All for what?

Nothing.

Yet Larry couldn't be angry at the young Pharaoh. No. He was with his family. He was happy. And for an unknown reason, as long as the night watch man thought of Ahkmenrah being happy...It eased the pain. Not a lot, and certainly not enough, but it did. He couldn't help the small smile that played at his lips – picturing the young King holding that gorgeous grin he wore all the time when they had been all there together...

That was enough for him, believing that Ahkmenrah was okay, but in truth he wished he could see the younger, or rather older male. See his smile, his beautiful eyes and soft, bronze coloured skin-

-Crash-

Larry's eyes went wide when he heard a loud shattering sound coming from the Lobby. Reacting faster than he thought he ever could, he was by the spiral-like staircase within a mere fraction of a second – standing by the railing and looming over to see what happened.

However – what he saw made his heart stop.

There was a blinding glow of gold, shimmering in the dull lights of the Museum, as if bringing life back to the dead once more.

When the glowing began to die down, a loud roar came from Rex (his bones cracking from lack of use) as he stomped down from where he had stood still for many weeks.

There was a figure that had been standing in front of the Dinosaur.

In fact, on further inspection, there was two. They had been huddled over where the light had started and ended.

One was taller than the other, wearing a suit of armour and a helmet covering his features from view, though the metal work showed off his muscular form and the sword that rested against his hip showed tales of danger.

The other, however, was much different. He wore a pure black hoodie that was far too baggy for his slim frame and hung from him awkwardly, with his hood up it blocked away any image of his face. His legs were covered by dark grey jeans that were similar to his other clothing and were too big as well.

He seemed weaker than the one in armour, unsteady on his legs that wobbled with uneasiness. Hands shaking, he dropped a golden tablet to the floor, cracking the gloss work slightly with the impact.

It was only then that Larry realised the entire Museum was coming back to life. There was only one way that could happen…

The hooded man, if it was a man, slowly looked up from where he had been staring at the floor where the tablet lay, and practically see through grey eyes locked onto Larry's blue ones. A name slipped from Larry's mouth before he could stop it as the figure fell to the ground;

"Ahkmenrah?!"

Well there you have it. The first chapter. It's honestly up to you guys if you want this continued or not. Review and tell me if you want to see what happens next. Cheers for reading and my apologises about all the mistakes. :)