Three years later
Stiles stood precariously on the ladder, his arms full of books, as he tried to carefully stack them in order on the top shelf. He soon paused however when he noticed a stray book in his arms.
"Tuthmosis? What are you doing over here with the S's." Stiles tutted to the book before looking behind him to the other shelf. "Ah, that's where you go." He said as his eyes lit up.
"Lets see.." he clumsily tried to lean the ladder back to the other side, only for it to stop mid way and he found himself balancing unsteadily as if on stilts. "Oh! Oh!" he squealed before his ladder finally tipped, causing him to knock over the shelf he intended to go to, but of course it didn't stop there. Still lying painfully on top of said shelf, he watched helplessly as that shelf caused another to tip over, and another, till they were all lying on top of one another. He stood up and dusted himself off as he looked around nervously.
"I am so dead.." He said nervously.
Just then Professor Deaton came rushing in with a open mouth. "Omega Genises Stilinski, what in the name of the Pharaoh have you done this time!" He screamed as he looked on at the mess and ruin. "Oh, look at this! Sons of the Pharaohs! Give me frogs, flies, locusts, anything but YOU! Compared to you the other plagues were a joy!"
"It was an acci.." he started to say only to be interrupted by Deaton. "No my Darling boy, when Ramses destroyed Syria, that was an accident. You are a catastrophe!"
"I said, I was sorry.." Stiles said guiltily.
"I swear boy I sometimes wonder why I even hired you." Deaton tutted.
"Well, you hired me because I am the only one who can catalogue and understand the system you use, and I am the only one in a 100 miles that can read and write Ancient Egyptian!" He said firmly as he clenched his fists.
"No I hired you because your parents, may they rest in peace, were our greatest patrons and because unlike me most people here are not willing to hire an omega." Deaton corrected as Stiles looked down mournfully. Deaton's face softened when he saw a tear in the boys' eyes. "Look." He said softly. "Just, clean this up. I dont know how and I dont care, just have it cleaned up in the next hour." he said before walking out.
"Im so stupid." Stiles groaned as he started to pick up the books. He stopped however when he heard a noise in another room. "Deaton?" He called curiously as he followed the noise into the room full of mummy's and statues. Another ding echoed from a nearby sarcophagus. Nervously he crept closer as he gently lifted the cover, he screamed and his eyes flashed yellow as a corpses' hand reached and touched him. His fangs flashed however in annoyance when he heard the laughter of none other than his best friend and pack mate Scott McCall.
"Ahaha you should have seen your face!" Scott laughed only to be hit on the head with the book Stiles was still holding. "Ow!" He howled rubbing his head.
"What do you think you are doing Scott? Do you have no respect for the dead?" He asked as Scott grinned sheepishly up at him.
"Of course I do. In fact sometimes I wish I could join them." He joked as he put the mummy's arm around his shoulder.
"Sometimes I wish you would too, so you would leave me alone. I will not have you ruin my career like you ruined yours'." Stiles tutted as he pulled Scott out of the sarcophagus.
"Come on Stiles I'm practically your Alpha, your brother, you shouldn't talk to me like that." Scott said slyly.
"Look, I really am not in the mood for this Scott, I was rejected again by the board, they won't fund me, little less support the idea of me getting an expedition. Not to mention I just made a huge mess in the library." Stiles said listlessly as he sat down on the foot of a statue and put his face in his hands.
Scott's smile dropped and he kneeled in front of his friend. "Come on Stiles, you will get your chance, I just know it." Scott said taking the others hands away from his face and into the his hands. "Besides, I got something for you that will help you for sure." He grinned as he reached into his pocket.
"Oh Scott, not another useless trinket" Stiles sighed. "If I have to bring one more bauble to Deaton and convince him to buy it.." He stopped talking when he saw the little box that was in Scott's hand. He looked at in wonder as he took it and played with it for a few seconds, something about it, looked familiar, even if he couldn't quite place where or how he knew it. A moment later he somehow managed to open it and inside was a folded old faded parchment. "Scott, where did you get this?"
"Oh, um, in a dig, in thieves, please tell me I found something, all my life I have been trying to find something." Scott pleaded hopefully.
Stiles carefully unfolded the paper only to see it was a map. "Scott, I think you found something." Stiles said as he studied it.
"I knew it!" Scott said with a grin.
10 minutes later they found themselves in Deaton's office where the man himself was studying the map at his desk.
"I am convinced that this is none other than a map from the time period of the Pharaoh Amenhotep, and if you look here," Stiles pointed to a symbol towards the edge of the map. "it is the City of the Dead, I am sure of it. " He said triumphantly.
"Hamanaptra?" Deaton asked doubtfully as he held it up to the candle as if to see better.
"Lets focus on the point though, does this map lead to riches, like gold and other treasures?" Scott asked hopefully.
"Oh I would say so. Amenhotep was one of the richest Pharaohs around, but just think of all the historical relics we will find there, why I wouldn't be surprised if the Book of Life was there." Stiles said gleefully.
"Nonsense is what it is." Deaton scoffed right before the map caught on fire. Scott and Stiles tried unsuccessfully to stop the map from being ruined.
"You burned away part of the city! Now how are we going to find it?" Scott bemoaned.
"It is just as well, McCall many have gone in search of Hamanaptra but none have come back alive." Deaton informed them. "It would be better for the both of you if you were to just let this go."