Thank you EgyptianAngel for suggesting some uhh...situations(?) I could write about - because I was kind of at my wits end, I didn't really know what else to write...well I did, but I didn't know what you readers wanted to read about.

SO, please leave a review to suggest something I could write about or simply what YOU want to read! Because I don't mind :)

Anyway, thanks for sticking around, and here, let us fast forward to when Nick is 14 and he gets beat up...and his partner in crime, teaches him HOW to kick ass...

~PatronusNightFlame

NICK's POV (He's 14 now)

I didn't think getting beat up would hurt so much...I mean sure we've seen it in the movies, but it's rather different in real life.

Especially if you didn't take any training...

O.o.O

After school and meeting the principal and apologising to the boy who beat me up - which was total nonsense! That bastard told the teacher that I beat him up.

The teacher bought his sobbing and complaining about how much his stomach hurts when really he just ran into a table.

When I on the other hand said nothing as he threw a punch in my face. I didn't even know what I did wrong or simply if he has anger management problems that needed to be expressed by violence.

Anyway I went straight to the museum not wanting to face my mom or my dad or even Don! Yes, I know my way around New York... Plus, Don was a really lousy stepdad. All he talks about was work and himself and penguins!

Who cares about penguins!?

I mean they're cute an fluffy...but honestly, what does vomiting have to do with penguins?

I wanted to sneak up into Ahk's exhibition, but then Dr. McPhee caught me. Though I didn't really want to talk to him I had to I had to explain why was here's where the end why is wearing a hat indoors.

"Nicky Daley? Is it?"

"Yep" I said trying to hide my black eye.

" Why are you here so early? Where's your father? Isn't he supposed to be here with you? Or did you come without telling him?" Wow...well he seems to know whats going on...how'd he know I came without telling dad?

"Anyway," he continued, "could you please tell him that I need him here? Now, I know it's early for his shift but I need to talk to him" he said.

"Sure thing!" I said a little too cheerfully.

I took out my phone and dialled dad's number...

"Nicolas Daley? Where on Earth are you? You're mom's worried sick and I just got a call from school! Punching a guy? What were you thinking? Why would you do that?" Dad bombarded me with questions, not even allowing me one second to explain what had happened. "I thought I taught my son better! You have historical figures as family, haven't you learnt anything from them? I thought you knew better! Well, I guess I thought wrong. Nicolas Daley, you are so grounded!"

I sighed, but dad was always like this, always overreacting to the littlest of things...

For example, that one time when Dexter stole his keys, and hid it in Ahk's sarcophagus. He thought he didn't bring it to the museum, so he drove all the way back home just to pick up the keys which were back at the museum. I don't know how he didn't think that Dexter took them, because it's quite obvious if you something missing. The cheeky capuchin would always have your lost things...

"Dad-" I said trying to calm him down.

"I've discussed with mother and with Don, they both said that you were grounded for the rest of the week don't even go anywhere! Don't come to the museum tonight! Go back home now! You're mother wants to talk to you!"

"Dad... Please just hear me out..." I said. "And also McPhee wants you to come right now" I said.

"You're at the museum, aren't you?"

"Yep..."

"Alright, explain what you have to explain when I'm on my way there" said dad. Thank god.

I explained what happened to him in full detail, just so he wouldn't miss anything. I don't know if he was listening or not, because he didn't really say anything but at least he knows the truth now. If he was actually listening...

"So let me get this straight..." Said dad who remained silent for at least five minutes, "You didn't beat up the guy, the guy beat you up."

"Thank you for being the only person that believes me!"

"I'm going to have a little talk with his mom and the principal..." Said dad.

Time: 9:00pm, after the night hours.

Dad, Sacajawea, Teddy, Attila, Octavius, Jed and Ahk were still trying to fix my blackeye.

"Why didn't you go to the hospital, or bother getting an ice pack! What were you thinking Nick!?" Scolded Sacagawea. " Instead of lurking in Ahkmenrah's exhibition, you could have come right to me! I could've fixed you up sooner, so it wouldn't hurt so much!" Cried Sacagawea. She was like another mother to me.

Just that she didn't age.

At all.

Time: 10:00pm, in Ahkmenrah's exhibition.

Ahk told me to stay here in his exhibition since it was closer to the tablet and that it could heal me. You know...all that magical stuff.

Ahkmenrah was muttering and Egyptian and every so often the tablet would release a gold wisp, which we scared the crap out of me...

He was laying matteresses everywhere, pillows and soft things in general...

"Ahk...brother...what are you doing?" I asked. I've been watching him do that for 15 minutes...

"Get up" he commanded. I did as I was told and stood in front of him.

"Hearing your tale, I'm going to teach you how to fight. Very much like how my friend in the royal army taught me, when I was eight" he said proudly.

"You kicked people's ass when you were eight?" I questioned. He smirked and nodded.

"Firstly, some basic moves. Some defense." He said. "If another were to punch you in the face, like how you were punched today...you would block it like this." He said putting his arms in front of his face, both arms were parallel and reminded me about boxing...

I copied what he did, and before I knew it, he threw a punch at me.

He sent me falling backwards, causing me to land on my ass. Ahk sighed, he reached his hand out. "Lesson number one: focus." He said. "I'm teaching you how to fight here, not how to daydream!" He scolded.

I nodded. No wonder his empire was successful. Who knew my brother was so scary at times?

"And don't worry, your injuries will heal in about five minutes." he added.

There's his nice, touchy, feely, sensitive side of him!

LARRY's POV

"Lawrence, I suggest you figure out what's going on in the Egyptian exhibition..." Said Teddy coming up to me as I was solving a problem between Jed and Octavius. After about 3 to 4 years, they were back to their old 'solve problems by having a war' habit.

"What? why?" I asked.

"The pharaoh's teaching your son how to fight..."

My eyes widened. Ahkmenrah was a very skilled fighter in anything...now that I think about it, he may or may not be able to actually kill my son. Though I know he would never try to hurt him on purpose, but they did fight sometimes...

"Right...yeah, of course...do you mind clearing this up?" I asked, gesturing to the catapults and the cowboys scattered in the miniature hall.

Teddy seemed to have missed the war going on here. He raised his eyebrows, "yeah. I'll try" he said. I nodded and patted him on the back, and headed off to the Egyptian exhibit.

"C'mon Daley, focus!"

"I am not trained! At all! You started when you were 8! You're like...3000 years old now! I'm only 14!"

"Anything else?"

"Old man!"

"Duck, Nick!"

"I take that back! Just kidding, you're not old!"

I ran to the exhibit. The two brothers were fighting physically AND verbally. I'm actually quite surprised that Nick could still think of something mean to say even though he's getting his butt kicked by a pharaoh.

"How's the training coming?" I asked, both boys' attention turned to me. "Thank you dad" said Nick as he collasped onto the floor, which was surprisingly covered in blankets and mattresses...

"Hello, Larry! Just teaching your son how to defend himself!" said the pharaoh cheerfully.

"Yeah, but kicking my ass at the same time." commented Nick.

"At least I didn't tell Attila to teach you" said Ahkmenrah.

"No! Don't!"

I chuckled. "Don't worry, Larry. The tablet already lessened the bruise on his eye, these minor...bruises-"

"MINOR BRUISES?"

"Will wear off after a few minutes"

I chuckled again. After all, seeing your kid have training with a pharaoh isn't something you get to see everyday.

"Alright, just don't kill each other..." I said walking out. On my way back to the miniature hall, a yellow mustang truck drove past me. Teddy was walking to my direction, from the miniature hall.

"I see you've handled it?" I asked.

"No, I just told them where you were off to, and the two leaders didn't want to miss seeing your son learning how to fight and getting his butt kicked by a pharaoh."

"I'm guessing Octavius said he wanted to see Nick fight, and Jed wanted to see Nick's butt get kicked?"

The president nodded. I sighed, the miniatures were still like children, but when it comes to saving the world, they were great leaders.

THE NEXT DAY...

"Nick...I said defense, not kick his butt in front of the whole school!" scolded the pharaoh.

"He started the fight!"

"A true noble leader will always end the fight" said Octavius.

"If it weren't for you, Nick here would have another black eye and looked like a panda!" said Jed, taking sides with Nick.

Nick nodded, and hugged his brother.

"Thanks Ahk. You're the best brother in the world"

I didn't really know how to name this...but I know the chapter name 'learning to fight' has been used in another author's fanfiction - based on kind-of the same thing. So I didn't want to use the same name, instead, I named it 'The fighting' cause Jed and Octavius were also having a fight.

~PatronusNightFlame