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Because of them, I've decided to continue this story! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it and watching the movie as well.
In this chapter, there's a few mentions of Ahk/OC but this isn't meant to be Ahk/OC/Kah, it's definitely going to be Kah/OC.
I don't know, but this chapter may seem a little boring because I'm trying to get it on to the main line, which will definitely be the next chapter, but I hope you all enjoy it anyway.
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Ahkmenrah had glanced back only once before walking back along—the woman had seemed to be lost in her own little world, and something was bothering her. He pierced his brows together in thought, losing himself for only a moment, then catching himself just before running into the night guard.
"Oh, Larry. How are you tonight?" He questioned as the Pharaoh came out of his daze. Larry perked up a brow for a moment, but then relaxed, shrugging his shoulders.
"I'm doing fine. Thanks. What's up with you?"
"Nothing. Something seems to be bothering Victoria, but I cannot tell what it is."
Larry couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. Even for a undead Pharaoh, not even he could see into the minds and hearts of a woman. Reading women was still troublesome back three thousand years ago to now. He just shifted his weight a little, "Really? I'll see if I can find out anything for ya'." He replied, earning a small nod from the young Pharaoh.
"Thank you Larry." With that said, they parted ways. Ahkmenrah went back towards his exhibit while Larry had caught a glimpse of Victoria just as she turned down a hallway. He quickened his pace for a moment, just to a mild jog. His keys jiggled as they hit his leg, as well as the soles of the shoes clicking against the polished floor of the large museum.
He called out her name once, but to no avail, she had kept on walking, and at a quick pace as well. Her heels clicking against the tile in a rhythmic motion. He was almost surprised that he couldn't catch up to her that quickly, even at his jogging pace. Did heels give women a speedy advantage? He wouldn't try to understand how women were able to walk in those anyway.
By the time she had slowed down, he finally caught up to her at her little destination—the planetarium. "Hey Vic!" Larry spoke out once more before coming to a halt next to her. She looked over towards him, looking rather surprised. Ahk was right; she did seem a bit out of it.
"What? Is it like 'let's all sneak up on Victoria' day today or something?" She replied, turning her head back to it's prior position.
"Well, technically it's night." Larry shrugged, knowing that he would get some sort of response out of her for that comment.
She simply looked at him and pointed her index finger at him, a serious expression on her face. But then she took a breath and shrugged his remark off, "Hello to you as well, Larry." He smiled and she chuckled softly.
"How are you this fine evening?" Small talk. It usually worked in most situations.
"Oh, cut it out Larry, I know you aren't here for meaningless conversation." Shot down. Larry could easily tell that something was on her mind now, since she could tell that he wanted to know something. "What's up?" She questioned, moving to a sound board, flipping a few switches, then over to another more complex board, flipping over a few more switches again. Soon, the lights had begun to dim and a huge telescope had begun to light up the ceiling with hundreds of tiny little stars.
While she was doing all of this, Larry followed behind her with his hands in his uniform pant pockets, "Well, I was talking to Ahk before and-." When the lights had dimmed, she moved around him and went to take a seat. He simply followed behind once more. "You know, since it is winter and all, you probably could go stand outside to watch the stars. It probably looks nicer with the snow."
Victoria shrugged, making herself comfortable in the chair, leaning her head back to look up at the projected images. "Maybe, but it's just more peaceful in here than out in New York." She glanced over to him, "So you were talking to Ahkmenrah. About what?"
Larry blinked, "He was just saying he was a little worried for you." She perked a brow up, though it was a little but unnoticeable due to the darkness, "You've been acting strange lately."
"Have I?" She shrugged, "I haven't noticed."
"Yeah, well, everyone else has." Her figure seemed to sink into the chair, like she was just trying so hard to disappear.
"I see." She mumbled.
"So are you going to tell me what's wrong? Or am I going to have to keep bugging it out of you?"
There was a pause for a moment, which made Victoria feel a bit uncomfortable, but finally she sighed—she wasn't going to tell him entirely, but briefly. "If you really must know, I haven't been sleeping well." She spoke simply, fixing herself in the theater-like seat.
He raised a brow, "That's it?"
"Real sensitive, Lar." She responded dully, just wanting to sink back down in to the chair once more, "That's all that you asked for." She added simply.
"Is there more then?"
"Nightmares, basically every night, I guess. Always about the same thing." He went to speak, probably about to question her about what it was, but she wasn't looking to talk about it. "Haven't really gotten a good nights sleep in a while, actually." She chuckled softly, like she didn't really mind becoming a partial insomniac. "I use make up to cover up the huge bags under my eyes so then it didn't look like I had gotten the crap kicked out of me, and to keep McPhee from asking questions." She pointed to spots under her eyes but then shrugged once more. "I usually take naps when I can."
"Well, how do you stay awake then for most of the time you're here?"
"Coffee. It's amazing, you should try it one day." He suppressed a chuckle and shook his head, no times for jokes; he had to figure why she couldn't sleep.
"What's on your mind so much?" She went silent and sighed softly, "Don't tell me you still have the Smithsonian on your mind." He sounded a bit whiny for that, but she could tell that he was a little bit annoyed as well.
"Don't tell me that you don't think about Amelia from time to time." Her voice was a little more hushed than from what it was before. She was right; he did sometimes think about Amelia and what had happened at the Smithsonian, but something else didn't exactly sit well with him. After they had arrived back to New York safe and sound, Victoria had told him that nothing had happened to her while he was off figuring out the combination.
"But that happened so long ago." Well, it wasn't really so long ago, more like a few months since Nicky had been out of school for the summer—so a good six months or so since the incident. "What happened?"
"Larry, you know I don't like talking about it."
"If nothing really happened then you would be able to-."
"Larry, enough." She answered simply, turning her gaze slightly to send him a glare. He shifted in his chair—he could never really tell that woman.
"I'm just saying." Larry replied, though his voice was a bit softer, feeling her gaze turn from him.
"I know." She mumbled. There was a pause of silence between the two before he rose up from the chair, she barely even glanced over towards him though she was a little curious as to what he was going to do.
"I guess I just leave you for now." He shrugged, "Why don't you get some rest in here? I'll come wait you up before McPhee gets here, sound good?"
She quietly debated on his offer. As much as she wanted to accept it, she knew she had work to be done before the museum opened again to full business for the next day up at the front desk—papers needed to be filed, pamphlets needed to be resupplied and ordered neatly, things like that. But, there was always a but, what harm would it do to perhaps just get a little sleep? Plus no one would be around to hear or see her jerk awake just in case she did have another one of those dreams, what she would call nightmares.
Victoria smiled sweetly up to Larry, though it wasn't really noticeable in the dark, "I suppose so." She replied, "Thank you."
Larry nodded, "No problem at all." With that said, he turned on his heel and left the planetarium. There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to return to report to Ahkmenrah—but what was she going to do about it? The small brunette slumped down into the seat, throwing her legs over the chair in front of herself, and shut her eyes, hoping for some sort of comforting sleep.
But of course, her mind would never let that happen for the minute her eyes shut, his image came up in her mind again. She groaned; she must have had some sort of problem. "This is impossible." She mumbled to herself, lifting her left hand to run it through her long brown locks. Not even in her favorite spot of the museum could she have a moment of peace from her thoughts. She pressed her fingers against her eyelids, rubbing them weakly. Perhaps all she needed to do was tell him what was bothering her, maybe all she has to do is get it off of her chest and then she could be free of the pressure. "I can't tell him." She mumbled to herself.
"Larry would kill something, if not severely hurt something." She mumbled to herself, "Ahk." She mumbled to herself, Larry would tell Ahkmenrah, and that would just trail to more trouble for her. She groaned—that ever-so-unforgiving attraction to that man who had the honor of calling Ahk his younger brother. Then again, she could understand why Kahmunrah would be upset; even though she wouldn't ever experience it, due to her being an only child. To be upstaged by your younger brother—it must have hurt a bit. "Ugh." She groaned, sliding her fingers and palms down her face and cheeks, stressing her groan a little. "I should not feel bad for that man." She told herself, before nuzzling herself back into the chair, making herself comfortable once more.
She tried closing her eyes again, avoiding an image of him and just hoped for some peaceful sleep.
She remembered her first day of working at the Museum of Natural History, and but of course, it was also her first night meeting the night guard, Larry Daley. She had just gotten the job for working at the front desk since some woman named Rebecca Hutmann had decided to leave, her words being something about some paper on Sacajawea. Victoria did not inquire any further into the story—she was just happy to get the job.
The first day had been long, but she loved it and never wasted a moment to explain something to someone if they needed help finding a certain exhibit. Growing up, she had always visited the museum and she just loved it there. So during the day, she didn't have the time to properly set up her desk and the like, which lead to her staying late through the sunset. Just as Larry had walked through the front door, Victoria had been picking herself up from the floor, and the exhibits came to life.
Rexy was the first to… Well, introduce himself to the new worker.
"Oh my God!" Victoria screamed, trying to back away as quickly as possible, but managed to trip over the chair behind her. Larry quickly realized what had happened and ran over to the new person.
"Hey! Don't worry; he isn't going to hurt you. I promise." Larry spoke, trying to calm the woman down, who seemed to be panicking on the ground.
"Who are you!"
"I should be asking you the same question." She just stared at him. He was way too calm for this situation, there was a dinosaur walking around the building, and he just sat there like nothing was happening. He went to introduce himself, but a man strode up near the desk upon a horse,
"Lawrence!"
Victoria just stared up, wide-eyed and gapped mouth open wide, "…Is that President Roosevelt?" Was all that she was able to mumble from her mouth.
Teddy nodded, tipping his hat slightly, "At your service, ma'am."
"Yeah," This man, Lawrence, nodded. He was almost certain that this woman was going to faint and that he was going to have to come up with some elaborate story about how he found her sleeping at her desk and whatnot. In a way though, he was happy that it didn't come to that.
She looked over towards him, "Have we both gone insane?"
Larry could only laugh, "No, I can explain all of this." She slowly nodded and he stood up, offering his hand down to her to help her up as well.
"Thank you." She mumbled, brushing off her clothing. "I guess your name is Lawrence?"
He nodded, then shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah, but you can call me Larry, most people do anyway." He held out his hand for her to shake.
"My name is Victoria then, but most people call me Victoria." She took his handshake then let go as he began to try to explain what was going on, since she was one of the few who had seen what actually happened at night. There was no way to avoid it because of the massive T-Rex that had walked by. So he walked up with her to the Egyptian room, pointing out the tablet and introducing her as well to Pharaoh Ahkmenrah. He chuckled at the sight of her not being sure of what to do in front of a Pharaoh's presence.
In the rush of things, she wound up doing some strange curtsy-bow thing; even Ahkmenrah laughed a bit at her, a blush quickly formed on her cheeks. From there, the rest was history. She and Larry actually became close friends. He had thought he had felt some sort of romantic feeling towards her until he had realized that she had been clicking more with Ahk than with him—so then Larry had preferred that they remained close friends.
Though, times began to change. Soon, Larry wasn't coming into the museum as much anymore. Then finally, he had quit all together. His gig was starting to be picked up, and one day—he just stopped returning her calls. No E-mail, nothing. As Jed would put it, they had all be put on the 'pay-no-mind' list, and it certainly was a cold place to be. But she remained faithful to the museum—she would stay all day and all night, though there were nights were Ahkmenrah would basically have to shove her out of the door to force her to go home and get rest. She wanted to stay and help, but she knew that he knew how to handle it and all. Some sleep wouldn't hurt.
One day, she received an unexpected call from Dr. McPhee, "The museum will be closed for renovations. I know there are personal belongings on your desk so I need you to come and get them as soon as possible." With that said, Dr. McPhee had hanged up, leaving Victoria just a bit confused as to what had just happened. But she went down to the museum anyway.
The moment she walked in, she was a bit shocked. There were boxes everywhere. She soon spied McPhee, "What's going on?"
"Progress." He simply answered then began to explain what was happening to the exhibits. She was a bit disgusted at this—people replacing the old with new virtual do-dads and gizmos. History was old, wasn't that the point of having old things? She shook her head and went behind her desk to gather up what she wanted. Dropping something, she quickly bent down to pick it up and she heard McPhee yelling at some unauthorized person. "Oh, it's you."
She furrowed her brows together and stood up. Her jaw almost dropped, she was a bit surprised to see him there, and of course she was rather angry at him for just leaving them in the first place. It was once McPhee left that he finally realized that he wasn't the only one there, "Vic!" He called out with a smile.
She glared at him, "How dare you." She spat, "I don't want to speak to you." Then, the sun had fallen and the boxed mannequins had come to live once more. Teddy had looked happy to see him and soon Ahk had come out from his exhibit,
"The guardian of Brooklyn has returned!" Victoria just wanted to leave that moment—he was no guardian at all. Not one bit. They all began to inform him of what was going on, but he told them they would be going to the Smithsonian—him thinking with the tablet, but she knew the truth. She simply walked over to Ahkmenrah's side and walked with him down the hall, trying to avoid any sadness that may have been brought about by all of this.
"I'm sorry Ahk, but I'm going to head home early tonight. I'll come back tomorrow night." She smiled and he touched her cheek, before placing a soft kiss upon her forehead.
"Alright, farewell." He let go of her and she turned on her heel to walk about, "Until then." They both smiled. She walked straight passed Larry, ignoring any comment he may have tried to use. She wasn't looking to be bothered by him that night.
The next day she had done the same as the day before, stayed home and cleaned up her little apartment. She even cooked her own dinner—or was at least in the middle of cooking her dinner when she received a call, "Hello?" She answered.
"Victoria! It's Larry, please don't hang up." Larry quickly spoke and she almost did hang up the phone.
"What do you want?" She replied sharply.
"Dexter stole the tablet!" Victoria's eyes widened completely and she had completely forgotten about the food on her stove. "All of them are being attacked by Ahk's older brother, and I-." She cut him off.
"I'm coming with you."
There was a moment of silence between the two until Larry finally spoke up once more, "Fine, I'm coming to get you. Be ready to jump in my car in ten minutes." With that said, they both hanged up the phone, while Larry was speedily driving her way, Victoria jumped in shock remembering that the food on her stove was on fire. She quickly moved it into the sink and put it out, grabbed her cell phone and keys and left the apartment. As soon as she reached the bottom of her complex, Larry had pulled up in front and she jumped into the car, driving away quickly like they were suddenly Bonnie and Clyde.
