I don't own Night at the Museum

Washington D.C, 2009 A.D.

Having seen his brother for the first time in four thousand years was like being transported back to Ancient Egypt for Ahkmenrah. The moment the tablet had shined during the night hours, he and the rest of the exhibitions were met against his brother's army. One of the reasons as to why Ahkmenrah was even in this new museum, the Smithsonian from what he had learned earlier, was in part of a move that he and some others had been chosen for. He didn't like the idea of having to move away from a place where he had lived for fifty-four years and at this moment, he wanted to be back in New York and away from this place that reminded him of his tragedy. Now he, Larry Daley, and a spunky redheaded woman by the name of Amelia Earhart were evading a bunch of Frenchmen who's mission was to hunt them down. Perhaps under the orders of his brother Ahkmenrah assumed.

"Psst Ahk!" Larry whispered over to the younger pharaoh when one of the French soldiers came into view. Ahkmenrah looked and immediately ran to Larry's voice as he and Amelia were hiding behind a water fountain. What needed to be a moment of staying quiet and hiding from these men had turned out to be a flirtatious attempt for Amelia as she started to comment on how Larry was holding her. Ahkmenrah's eyes moved over to the pair and he tried to his hardest not to chuckle, but it was difficult when Larry defended himself against Amelia's comment and she insisted with hers.

"It's not funny Ahk," Larry then whispered to the pharaoh.

"Ah," Amelia smiled, "even he agrees with me."

Ahkmenrah looked down at the grown before looking at the female pilot. "I'm sorry Larry but what she says it's true." Even though he didn't understand a word of Amelia's slang, it was evident to the pharaoh that Larry was trying to protect her from any harm even if she was someone who could handle it all on her own.

Larry let out a groan and rolled his eyes. "Come on before they see us," he said and the three of them walked around the fountain and back into the hallway.

This sense of escape from something as serious as this was something that Ahkmenrah hadn't participated in before. It gave him a thrill of getting away from his brother and hopefully not getting caught. The moment the trio took another turn, they were suddenly met with a couple of French soldiers as they cornered them into one another. "Larry be careful," Ahkmenrah said when a man with a tricorn hat walked up to Larry and placed his dagger against the night guard's back.

Feeling that on his back, Larry took a step back and turned around coming face to face with Napoleon Bonaparte. Ahkmenrah became alert as he looked at Napoleon, ready to come to Larry's safety if need be but from what he could see, the two men were exchanging a banter about height. Looking behind him, Ahkmenrah hoped that there was a form of escape but the soldiers had those routes blocked with their weapons.

"Snazzy maneuver Emperor," Amelia then spoke up, catching Napoleon's attention and having him walk up to her.

If this was any form of distraction that Amelia was doing, Ahkmenrah could grab Larry and try to fight their way through the soldiers but he would responsible if something happened to her. He silently watched their interactions as Napoleon went from Amelia to Larry, asking whether they were lovers and just like the interaction by the water fountain, Ahkmenrah found this just as amusing. "My Larry," he spoke up, "seems like Ms. Earhart has left quite the impression on you."

Larry looked at Ahkmenrah and was about to make another protest but Napoleon interrupted him with the dagger held in front of Larry's face. "Now, this way or you die and you too Monsieur Egypt."

"Yes," Larry said and motioned for Ahkmenrah to walk right beside him.

"Wait I am coming with you!" Amelia exclaimed but the Frenchman stopped her before she walked any further.

"No!" he exclaimed, "our fight is not with you!"

Ahkmenrah turned his head and watched as the female pilot stood there with a worried look upon her eyes. He clung tightly onto the tablet and prepared himself for another encounter with his older brother. Some things were just not meant to avoided, especially in the afterlife.

Neferet watched as Ivan's soldiers and Al Capone's men bought extensive amount of items by Kahmunrah's feet. They had collected many jewels and priceless artifacts from other exhibitions and even an interesting pair of ruby slippers that he had the nerve to throw across his shoulder.

"But whoever you are Archie Bunker you have one comfortable throne," he commented as he sat comfortably enough on a chair.

Neferet raised an eyebrow as she looked at the funny looking 'throne.' "No matter where you sit, it will never be your throne," she couldn't help but respond to him.

The pharaoh lifted his head from the back of the chair and looked up. "I am sorry," he said as he turned his eyes and looked at her, "I don't believe I asked for your opinion did I?"

"I don't need your permission to have one," she retorted.

She never needed that permission four thousand years ago either. However, her arguments were nothing more than a mere humor to Kahmunrah. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees as he looked at her. "I hope you didn't forget that you're not in Ancient Egypt anymore," he said to her, "you have nowhere to hide, cobra. One wrong move and I can just say the word to them," he said as he pointed over to Ivan's soldiers and Al Capone's men, "and they will end you."

Neferet let out a scoff as she turned her eyes away from him. "Leaving your dirty work for another person to do...pathetic," she said and even if she was not looking at him, she knew that he sending a glare her way and upon that she took a step away from the proximity of his 'throne.' She turned her attention towards the windows where she caught a glimpse of the night sky. She had never considered coming back to life but if she had, she wouldn't want it to be this way. Would she still be facing the same thing if she had made different choices in her past?

What would have happened if she hadn't taken that goblet of wine to him? What would have happened if she had been the one who drunk it? Or if she had been the one to stab him in the back? Or herself for that matter? Each different scenario played in her mind and from those, it was always going to be a negative result because Kahmunrah would find a way to become the pharaoh. He had an ambition to a degree that Ahkmenrah didn't have and would always find a way to ensure that he was the one who had that throne.

A slight smile appeared on her lips which resulted into another scoff. "An attachment to a throne," she commented, "I'm surprised they didn't bury you in it."

Burying...death. He did not need to be reminded of it. His hand squeezed into a tight fist and his teeth gnashed against one another at such a comment.

Neferet looked over at him with a smirk upon her lips. "No comment?" she asked.

Taking a deep breath, Kahmunrah touched the tips of fingers against one another and looked up at the second floor from where he sat. It wasn't that great of a height than the one in the palace but it was enough to at least cause some bruising. "Mr. Terrible," he said to Ivan who was busy looking at a couple of jewelry necklaces, "if you'd be so kind have your men escort my distinguished guest to the top floor."

Neferet didn't have a chance to react when a pair of Ivan's soldiers grabbed her by the arms and pulled her along with them. "What are you doing?!" she demanded as she felt herself catapult forward and staggered to keep up with the soldiers.

Once she was on the second floor, Kahmunrah got up from his seat and walked over to where she was being held whilst looking up with a smile upon his lips. "Now Mr. Terrible," he said to Ivan, "have them push her forward."

All she heard was a foreign command that Ivan ordered his soldiers and before she knew it, Neferet was pushed forward from the ledge. A gasp escaped her lips as she looked down and tried to resist from being pushed any further but her attempts were weak.

"Further," Kahmunrah said as Ivan interpreted the pharaoh's commands.

She could see that sinister smile upon his lips and it sent her into a rage. "Kahmunrah stop!" she demanded but only to be pushed forward once more, "ahh!" she screamed as one of the soldier's threatened to release her from the ledge. "Please stop!"

"Oh there you go again," Kahmunrah smirked, "ruining all the fun. Alright, let her go."

"No!" she yelled, "not like that!" She felt her body go into a free fall and even though the distance was short then what she had experienced, she still felt that moment of horror go through her. Bracing herself to make contact with the cold hard floors she felt herself falling straight into Kahmunrah's arms.

"I got you," he said.

It took her a moment to realize where she was and what had happened, but the fear that she felt took a while for it to dissipate. Slowly coming to her senses, she jumped out of his arms and raised her hand in the air to slap him. However, he was quick enough to grab her wrist and there was that look of anger upon his eyes.

"Careful," he said to her in a low tone of voice, "next time I will make sure that you fall."

A mixture of fear and anger came upon her eyes as he tightened his grip on her wrist. Thankfully, he let go after a long while when one of Capone's men arrived with a cage in his grip and from what she could see a tiny cowboy was standing on the perch. She didn't know whom that cowboy was but she could tell Kahmunrah was having fun at teasing him and calling him 'cute.'

Typical she thought as she rubbed her pained wrist with her hand holding people captive.

Suddenly, a French voice came into the room as Napoleon and his army came along with Larry and Ahkmenrah. Neferet looked up and noticed familiar looking Ancient Egyptian royal robes and her breath caught in her throat. "Ahkmenrah," she breathed out as she quickly walked over to the younger pharaoh.

Upon hearing his name, Ahkmenrah turned around and a look of disbelief passed his eyes. "Neferet," he said but made no move to walk over to her.

"Ah, ah, ah," Kahmunrah intervened and grabbed a hold of Neferet's wrist and pulled her back. "Not now my little cobra, I must say hello to my brother first. After all, family is always first."