Disclaimer: the characters used in this fanfiction are from Mummies Alive! And do not belong to me. No finical gain is made from this humble piece.

A/N: I've always wanted to write a piece to go with this cartoon since I was a little kid. So I've written one!

Face to Face

Sandaled feet slapped the strange grey stones that formed the endless sidewalk. It was dark and the yet the stranger in the foreign land continued eagerly.

Pharaoh Amenhotep was a tall man with broad shoulders, a stern chiselled face, a square jaw and round almond shaped eyes. He wore a simple white kilt which was pleated. His torso remained bare revealing his strong muscular body. His shoulders were adored with a thick neck piece consisting of gold, lapis lazi and other many precious stones.

Certainly he was out of place in San Francisco, where the buildings were odd and the chariots raced by a mural of rainbow colours and great lanterns shining from the front.

The sights and sounds of the city fascinated the stranger but he could not possibly stop. Inside his chest felt like it was slowly constricting upon itself, as if his most intimate internal organs dared not believed this night had come.

The years that separated him from his only son, Prince Rapses seemed like an eternity. His heart knew could not find peace while the soul of his son was not alongside him.

The pain upon hearing his beloved son had been killed by his most trusted advisor – murdered in cold pain, brought him to a momentary standstill. He felt the feeling subside with a sigh and continued.

It was strange journey for the Pharaoh. His feet and his heart knew where they were going; his mind did not. He briefly wondered if he was insane. He wondered if he should attempt to find the Prince's guardians before searching out his son. His heart rebelled against this idea. Too long had it been since he held his broken child against his still living body. He could not waste anymore time.

Pharaoh rounded the bend and glanced up at the street lights thanking Ra for offering him small amounts of his celestial light to guide him along this difficult path in a foreign world.

Lowering his chin Pharaoh saw it; the house where he was sure his son was. Smiling he approached the building and walked around its perimeter slowly.

'Up,' his mind was screaming, 'My son is up there.'

The window he was gazing up at was closed but Pharaoh grinned upon the guttering. He would climb up and fiddle with the catches to gain entry. His body was athletic and lithe enough to be able to do such a task effortlessly.

Grabbing both sides of the metal vine the Pharaoh began to climb. In moments he was resting underneath the window. He gazed inside but all was dark. However he knew he was extremely close to finding his son.

Pharaoh reached out and lifted the window easily. It slid open without any effort. It was obviously not locked as he had expected. He shrugged his shoulders and made a mental note to mention it to the guardians.

Without so much as a second thought Pharaoh crept forward and slipped in through the window. Inside he could hear the soft rhythmic breathing and his eyes adjusted to the dark.

An involuntary smile lit his features as he spied a sleeping figure. He approached bolding and knelt beside his son's bedside. The light breathing became slightly louder to his senses. Breathing that signified his son was at peace with the world.

Leaning further in Pharaoh Amenhotep brushed the sleeping boy's soft hair from his face. It was shorter and scruffier than he remembered. He sighed once more heartily; time undoubtedly had changed his son.

The Pharaoh's finger traced along the boy's cheek, the reborn Rapses murmured slightly and wriggled his nose unconsciously before snuggling further into his cushions.

Pharaoh grinned and ran his palm along his son's brow and cheeks, feeling as he did so some strange shock. It was a feeling he should have known; a feeling he realised was something he had not felt within years. Touch. This flesh was warm, supple and youthful. It was the feeling he felt when he touched live flesh.

With this realisation Pharaoh choked back a cry of fury. This boy was alive, certainly his reborn son… But Rapses was dead and of the spirit realm.

The boy before him stirred again and turned over to lie on his back with a shuddering moan of contentment.

"Get away from him you pervert!"

Pharaoh jolted upright and stumbled backwards at the sudden intrusion. Glass shattered over his head.

The boy's eyes opened with a start and he sat bolt up right in bed. Glancing fearfully at the woman by the door then to Pharaoh who was now looking completely furious, the boy wriggled from under his sheets.

"Mum?"

"Presley get away from him!" Amanda hissed threatening she grabbed another glass jar from the dresser and aimed her missile at the Pharaoh. "Now!"

Pharaoh ready for this assault caught the jar and let it drop harmlessly by his feet.

Presley on the other hand was taking his time from untangling himself from the bed sheets, his emerald green eyes were glued to the face of Pharaoh.

Pharaoh saw understanding flicker in the boy's, Presley's, eyes.

"Mum?" Presley said quietly his eyes never left the proud form of Pharaoh, "I think you should sit down."

Amanda steered Presley forcibly from his room sending the stranger a venomous look. Pharaoh Amenhotep watched by the door frame. "Your protection of your son is commendable."

Amanda remained silent her glare only deepening with suspicion.

"Mum?" Presley murmured by her side, his green eyes transfixed on Pharaoh. "I have a confession to make…"

There you go? I would appreciate any reviews on this piece. Should I leave this as a one shot or would you like to read more?