I don't own Night at the Museum

Some dialogue is used from the movie.

Washington D.C., 2009 A.D.

By the eyes of Anubis I can't believe what I'm seeing Ahkmenrah thought as he stood staring at the woman before him. How long was it, four thousand years since he had last seen her? As for his brother, he was the last person that he wanted to see. His grip tightened on the golden tablet that he beheld as his eyes never moved away from Neferet's. She had been approaching him until his brother yanked her back and approached him instead.

Larry Daley looked from Ahkmenrah to Neferet and then to Kahmunrah who made another threatening step. "I take it you know her," he said to Ahkmenrah. He knew that it was silly to question it now but being caught up in something after so long, Larry couldn't help but find this whole situation a little ridiculous. Was Kahmunrah not that smart to realize that the tablet only had temporary magic during the nighttime? Maybe Larry would let this high and mighty pharaoh figure it out for himself when he would be frozen and Larry would just take the tablet and leave with the rest of the exhibitions. Come to think of it, he wondered how everyone else was doing being kept hostage. He hoped that they were alright.

"Hello Mr. Daley," Kahmunrah greeted Larry as if he was greeting an old friend, "and brother. It is a pleasure to see you two again."

Ahkmenrah's jaw tightened upon his brother's approach. "I wish I could say the same thing brother."

A light chuckle escaped the older pharaoh's lips. "You always said the most sarcastic things," he said as his eyes wandered over to the tablet that his brother had in his grip, "now if you don't mind, I shall take that." The tips of his fingers brushed against the golden tablet before he took a tight hold of it and began to pull. Ahkmenrah's grip became tighter on the tablet and he tried to pull it back. "Don't make it harder than it already is," Kahmunrah eyes dangerously flashed at his brother, "give up the tablet, you already lost!"

"I will not let you take this from me!" Ahkmenrah said as he bought over his other hand and pulled as hard as he could. He had forgotten how strong Kahmunrah was and how feeble he was. It was like a gazelle fighting against a mighty lion but Ahkmenrah did not want to surrender so easily to the defeat.

Kahmunrah let out a growl and pulled onto the tablet causing Ahkmenrah to stagger forward but the young pharaoh did not give up. "You have taken more from me than I can count," Kahmunrah stated to him, "and this is my chance to gain it all back!"

"It's been four thousand years Kahmunrah!" Ahkmenrah yelled, "get over it!"

"Get over it?!" Kahmunrah hollered, "all of that constant patronizing is not something to get over. Not then and certainly not now!"

Ahkmenrah knew what his older brother was referring to, he had been present during those arguments that had erupted between Kahmunrah and their parents and yet, he had not done anything about it. "Don't forget to mention jealousy," Ahkmenrah added. Anger had started to boil within him and now that his older brother faced him, he was not going to give him that satisfaction from winning. "Jealousy that drove you, my only brother, to..." his voice caught in his throat and immediately gathered his emotions. He was not going to show his true emotions towards this monster who was once his brother.

Kahmunrah had stopped pulling onto the tablet and awaited for his brother to continue. He was unfazed by Ahkmenrah's words for he knew real well what had happened during the night that Ahkmenrah had died. However, perhaps he needed a little reminder of that night. "It wasn't just me who did it," Kahmunrah spoke in a low voice so that only his brother could hear him.

Ahkmenrah furrowed his brows and beheld a perplexed look upon his face.

"That woman that you see behind me," his brother continued, "she was there too." And just like that Kahmunrah snatched the tablet away from his brother's grip and into his own.

Ahkmenrah looked from his brother and then to Neferet who was standing there looking at him just as shocked as he was. Never did it cross his mind that she would sink to his brother's level. Unless Kahmunrah had been lying about it? "It's not true," Ahkmenrah said with a slight shake of his head. "Y-You're lying," he stuttered and barely felt Larry's hand trying to pull him back.

"Oh but it is," Kahmunrah answered nonchalantly, looking at the tablet as if he beheld a rare jewel in his possession.

"Stop it," Neferet demanded and put her hands upon her ears, "just stop!"

Kahmunrah slowly raised his head and smirked at the woman and relished the painful memories that he had caused for her to experience. "Why is that my little cobra?" he asked her, "isn't nostalgia just an amazing experience?" he asked her and placed the golden tablet on the slot of the dark sarcophagus-like statue that was attached to a dark wall. "Fear not because you'll have more memories when my beautiful army of the damned is unleashed!" he yelled after pressing a couple of slots on the golden tablet. Only, nothing happened when he did so.

Upon seeing that neither Larry nor Ahkmenrah or the rest of exhibitions that had gathered reacted to the silence.

It was only then that Kahmunrah let out a frustrated sigh. "So it seems that mother and father may have changed the password on me."

Neferet let out a light scoff. "I wonder why."

"Quiet!" Kahmunrah snapped at her and approached his brother, "what is the combination?"

Upon that question, Ahkmenrah was just as confused as his brother. There were certain things that his father had failed to mention to him when that tablet was handed over to him and the combination was one of them. What Ahkmenrah also didn't know was that this tablet could open the gates of the underworld, upon seeing what his brother was trying to do, and it was for the better of the world that neither him nor Kahmunrah knew about it. "How should I know?" Ahkmenrah calmly asked him, "why I am just as confused as you are...my dear brother."

It took a moment for Larry not to let out a small laugh when Ahkmenrah said that but he could see that Kahmunrah didn't appreciate the cheeky attitude. "So it looks like your whole unleashing the underworld thing is not working out for you, huh?" Larry spoke up. "It must be frustrating having to wait thousands of years to come back from the dead and you can't get it to open."

There were many ways that Kahmunrah could get rid of this annoying man but he was an important key to figuring out the secrets of the tablet. "Fear not, for I shall wait a thousand more if I must."

"I didn't know you had this form of ambition within you," Neferet suddenly spoke up, "when it came to patience it wasn't really your strength."

Ahkmenrah noticed his brother's hand forming into a fist when Neferet spoke and he also thought of that comment that he made towards her. A cobra. Not just that but my little cobra. Had something been going on? "That is true," Ahkmenrah suddenly agreed with Neferet, "patience is a virtue."

"So it being trustworthy," Kahmunrah spun around and look at Neferet, "but you wouldn't know that would you?" he asked which was more than enough to keep her mouth shut.

All this arguing was just a waste of time for Larry. If he could keep having them argue all night it would be easy because the sun would rise and he would be out of here but he was getting a slight headache from all of this. "You don't need it," Larry jumped in the conversation, "because in a couple of hours you'll be standing here in a frustrated position and I'll walked out of here with my buddies. So I got all night."

An idea came into Kahmunrah's mind. There was that little cowboy in the cage that Al Capone's men had caught and then there was his brother. "You might," Kahmunrah said, "but he doesn't," he said and pointed to the cage where Jedediah Smith was being kept, "and baby brother doesn't either." He reached forward and pulled his brother by his robes and into the arms of one of Al Capone's men.

"Jed! Ahk!" Larry was about to move forward but was stopped from Napoleon's soldiers as they held their weapons in front of him. "What are you doing?" he asked as Kahmunrah made his way over to the cage, pulled out Jedediah and let him fall inside an hourglass.

"I don't think he has all night Mr. Daley," Kahmunrah shook his head and looked at the sand that was falling on top of Jedediah. "I'd say he has a little over an hour." He then walked over to the dark sarcophagus and plucked the tablet from the slot before walking over to Larry and handing him the tablet. "You were the guardian and you know all about this tablet. Obviously you're more clever than the rest of us but if you know or don't know the combination, I am going to give you an hour to figure it out. If you don't I shall kill your friends and don't you dare think about escaping for I shall be watching your every step."

Everything had been moving so fast for Larry that he didn't know how to react. There was Jedediah stuck in that hourglass and there was Ahkmenrah trying to break free from those gangsters. "Look, I don't even know how to decipher this thing."

"Oh such a pity," Kahmunrah sarcastically sympathized with Larry, "and your little cowboy friend was such a charming fellow. Oh well tick-tock Mr. Daley, your hour has begun."

Four thousand years. Four thousand years and his brother was still the same sadistic man that Ahkmenrah remembered. Ahkmenrah wished he could break free from these monochromatic men and break Jedediah from that hourglass but all these years, his brother had thought of different ways to get what he wanted. However, Ahkmenrah was going to do everything that he could to foil his plans. "Larry," he called out to the night guard, "you are our Guardian of Brooklyn. May Thoth guide you."

"You got this!" Jedediah yelled from inside the hourglass and just like that, Larry disappeared to figure out the combination.

With Larry gone, there were only two people that Kahmunrah had to deal with and he wished he had a bigger hourglass that he could place them in. Slowly he turned around and looked from his brother and then to Neferet, "isn't this just a great family gathering?" he asked Ahkmenrah, "whilst being in the presence of your wife?"

Wife Ahkmenrah thought of those words. That's right, she was his wife until the day that he had died. "What are you doing Kahmunrah?" Ahkmenrah asked him.

"Just trying to jog your memory a little bit," Kahmunrah said. He placed the hourglass close to the armchair that he had been sitting in and then grabbed Neferet by her arm and bought her close to Ahkmenrah. "Familiar enough for you brother?"

Neferet felt her words catching in her throat. "Ahk..." she breathed out, "please forgive me."

"Forgive?" Ahkmenrah asked her, "about what?"

"So it seems you two have a lot of catching up to do," Kahmunrah stated and let go of the woman's arm, "I shall leave you two to it but don't you dare think about escaping. I heard those weapons that Mr. Capone has are quite quick to cause harm and word of advice brother, tread lightly with her for she bites." He grinned at those words and Neferet's glare as he made his way to the armchair.

If Ahkmenrah couldn't escape he would but he didn't wish to take the risk in being shot by Al Capone's men. All he knew was that this was a night that he was going to have to handle as well as the past that was standing right before him.