Hello my lovely friends, followers, reviewers, and readers. I'm so sorry this one took me a while to get out. I was busy with school and college visits. Senior year is pretty tough, friends.
I actually wrote like half of this chapter on my trip to Boston while I was on the ferry in my notebook, I just never got the chance to rewrite it on my computer, but thankfully, my study hall allows me to catch up on my writing when I just need to write and whatnot. But moving along, last week was Spirit Week at my school and one of the days was "Decade's Day" so I decided to be Amelia Earhart, like some mini-homage to the movie and I was so excited when people realized I was Amelia so I decided to really write up the story. But what really completed the week was that since I'm a senior, we wear togas for Color Day-freshmen black, sophomore grey, junior green, and senior white. So my mother and I made my toga look Egyptian and everyone loved it. I was silently like, "Ahk and Kah would be so proud!" But of course, neither of them are real, so yeah.

Thank you so much to my lovely reviewers- MamaLita, pinkxjellybean, Tempestclaw531,TTCyclone. Seeing your reviews just make me so happy. =D And also thank you to the people who have added this story to their favorites and their alerts, really thank you.

I'm working on the fourth chapter as you read this and I hope to have it out by Tuesday, if time/inspiration permits me. So yeah, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! =D

Disclaimer: I do not own Night at the Museum in any shape or form, nor do I own JetBlue airlines, or the Marriot hotels. If I did, I would be very rich. However, I do own Victoria Seychelle.


From the moment she had stepped into the car, the car ride had been silent, aside from the noises outside of the vehicle. Larry, every now and then, would shift his weight in the chair while Victoria would sit with both her arms and legs crossed, staring out the window. Larry glanced over towards the petite brunette then looked back out the front window, to go back to concentrating on actually driving the car. But still, it didn't stop him from glancing back, just make sure his friend was still breathing, though she didn't seem to be in a very talkative mood that night.

Larry made a small move with his right hand towards the little dial on the radio, turning up the volume a little to hear the music since the silence had been deafening to the both of them. Victoria still made no move to look towards her companion. At the sound of the music, Victoria had appeared to relax, even if it was just a budge.

His fingers twisted slightly around the lather of the steering wheel, growing a bit more uncomfortable by the moment—even with the music, he felt the need to break the silence between them. "So, how have you been?" He began, glancing over, trying make some sort of attempt of making a decent conversation.

Victoria merely recrossed her legs—this time left over right, letting her hands rest upon her thigh. She looked over towards him, she still didn't seem very happy with him.

"You know," Larry started off in a low mumble, "If you didn't want to be forced to talk to me, you didn't have to come." He turned his attention back on the road again, making his way off of the exit towards the airport.

"I'm not going for you." Victoria answered sharply. That was pretty much all he had gotten out of her since she jumped in his car. He raised a brow as if to ask another question—"I'm going for Jed and Octavius, and the others of course." She told him then lowered her voice slightly, "They're my friends too, you know." Moving her hands and crossing her arms once more.

The rest of the car ride went silent, aside from the music from the radio, until they reached the airport. Larry quickly parked the car and they hustled on into the building. Victoria glanced over to Larry, "What airline are we taking?" She question—he just looked over to her with a slightly confused look. That classic Larry look she knew when he had no plan whatsoever.

"What do you mean?" He questioned with some sort of a nervous chuckle. He glanced around and pointed to a random check-in, "That one."

She just looked at him and shook her head, "Do you even know where that goes?"

"Of course!" Then he read the name aloud and mumbled a soft 'oh.' She chuckled softly. "Then we'll go to that one." He pointed over to the JetBlue airline.

"You don't fly very much do you?"

"Did I pick another wrong one!" He laughed and she shook her head.

"No no!" She grinned, "I just expected it since you were are a big executive now." Turning her direction slightly towards the check-in line. The smile on his face faltered.

"Look, Vic, I'm-." He started, but was cut off by a defensive hand she raised.

"It's okay." She responded, though it was more hearted than what she made it seem. "I really don't care." Though she had mumbled some words that he couldn't catch, she rolled her eyes. Dropping her hand down and continued to walk forward, not passing a look towards the former nightguard. He scrunched up his nose, dropping the conversation between them. Having bought the tickets, they were off to the boarding area, just catching it.

Getting settled into the chair, Victoria leaned back, resting her head against the material. She felt his hand brush up against her fingers, she cracked an eye open to see. Larry seemed to be a little… Tense. She perked a brow up, his hand subtly squeezing the armrest. He noticed that he had caught her attention, "What? It makes take-off easier for me." He answered, defensive.

Victoria held back a snicker and just shook her head, "I wasn't saying anything." She shifted her weight a little, just to become a bit more comfortable in her chair. She closed her eyes once more, like she was going to try to nap for a little while.

Just about to fall into some weak doze, Larry's voice pulled her from whatever darkness she had stepped into. "I'm really sorry."

She let out a groan, fixing herself up again and looked over towards the man with a glare shooting from her eyes. "Larry, really. It's okay." She replied sharply, pushing the stray brown hairs away from her eyes. She faced her head forward again; Larry decided to speak again anyway.

"I get that, but still. I'm sorry about losing touch with you and the others."

She paused, "Well it would have been nice to get a call every now and then." She mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, every time I had the chance, someone else would pull me to do something else."

"What about an email?" She started to get a little snippy, "At least then some kind of draft would be saved and then you could remember when you got that free time back."

"My inbox was always full of other crap."

"Oh, so now my emails are crap?"

"No! I'm not saying that!" He quickly defended himself. She shook her head and let out a disgusted groan. He was better off backing down; he knew he wasn't going to fight a fight like this against a woman. They would always find ways to make it look like the other person was the bad guy… Well, in this case, he technically was the bad guy but not all of that was his fault.

"Whatever Larry, just let it go." She responded, "I forgive you, or whatever. Just… Don't let it happen again." With that said, she turned away from him. After that, time passed by a bit more painfully slow, but eventually they landed in Washington D.C. and hustled off of the airplane.

Larry was quickly on his phone, talking to his son, Nicky, about the layout of the Smithsonian museum. "Which one are the archives in?" Victoria looked at him as if he was serious.

"Do you really think that one museum could house all of history's artifacts?" Though Nicky had already beaten her to the explanation of the site. Larry kind of ignored her as well.

"So if Ahkmenrah's tablet is down there-?" Larry had begun on the phone to his son.

"Then the biggest museum in the world is coming to alive." Victoria had heard Nicky speak. She bit her lower lip; how intimidating that sounded. "What's your plan here, dad?"

"Don't worry about it."

"You have no plan." Both Victoria and Nicky stated, though Victoria's sounded more as if she was asking a slightly confused question.

"No, I have a very well, highly thought out," He took a breath, "Plan."

Victoria rolled her eyes, then heard Nicky through the phone, "You have no plan."

"Yes. I have no plan. I'll call you when I'm in." With that said, he slapped his cell phone shut and glanced towards his female companion. "So, what are we going to do about the hotel?"

She just looked at him then walked up towards the road, trying to hail down a taxicab. "What about it?" She spoke as a car rolled up towards them, she opened the door and stepped in, Larry quickly followed after.

"I don't know any hotels around here."

Victoria turned her attention towards the drive, "The JW Marriot on Pennsylvania Avenue." She smiled sweetly and the driver quickly took off to the hotel. Larry just looked at her with a slightly confused look. She glanced back and offered him a simply answer,

"I used to come here a lot as a kid." Larry merely nodded and glanced out the window. But Victoria kept her eyes on him for a moment. She sighed inwardly, she could tell that he was worried for their friends, but she had never gotten the full story as to what had happened. Between all the rush of everything, she never got the chance of asking Larry about it. Most likely another reason being because of her ignoring the man for majority of the travels.

Victoria turned her head and just looked out the window as the lights of the upcoming buildings—a part of her feeling that something would be interesting about this trip. But she ignored it.

After a little while of driving, they finally arrived to the hotel and they both piled out and went into the hotel and up to the concierge. Victoria smiled as the person looked towards her, "Good evening, do you have two single rooms available?"

"Let me check." The man spoke, looking down towards his computer, pressing buttons. He looked back towards her and shook his head, "No, I'm sorry-." Victoria cut him off.

"Oh, alright then. Thank you anyway." She went to turn around but was stopped by Larry.

"But we do have a single room with a king size bed." The man spoke up once more. She looked towards him and shook her head,

"No tha-."

"We'll take it." Larry spoke. She looked back at him, "For money purposes." He mumbled to her. Then she realized that neither of them had a lot of money. She turned around and threw on a fake smile,

"Of course, we'll take it." She told him and the man began to press down on different keys.

"Your last name, please."

"Daley." "Seychelle." They both stated then looked at each other.

"Seychelle." "Daley." Then spoke each others' last names. Victoria bit her lip and closed her eyes, motioning for Larry to speak.

"Daley." The man nodded and typed it into the computer. They continued to give the information how about long they would be staying and if they needed a smoking room, which they didn't. Soon enough they were handed a key and went up to their room. Once in the room, Victoria moved herself towards the large bed and threw herself upon it.

"Explain to me why we couldn't get two rooms at a different hotel." She stated, though her voice sounded a bit annoyed.

"Like I said, money. Save the money, we still have to buy a return ticket home."

Victoria merely sighed, bringing her hands up to her face and slid them down, pulling lightly at her bottom eyelids, her cheeks, and the corners of her lips. "Whatever." She mumbled to herself. "Let's just go to sleep." She spoke as Larry took off his jacket and hung it in the closet neatly before going to sit upon the chair in the corner near the bed.

Victoria had pulled herself from the bed and merely removed her pants and unbuttoned two of the top buttons on her white blouse. Larry merely gave her a curious look as to why she just had to take off her pants. "Oh stop your staring." She quickly spoke, not even needing to look over her shoulder towards the man. "It's not like you've never seen a woman in her underwear before." She said as she pulled down the bed sheets and covers, only to climb into the bed and make herself comfortable. She glanced over to the man, who seemed to be having a bit of a hard time getting himself comfortable on the chair. She sighed, "Larry, you can sleep in the bed with me." She told him.

"Vick, you don't have-."

"Larry, it's okay, really." A tiny smile pulled at the corner of her lip but then relaxed as she put on some mock seriousness, "Just no funny business." He merely chuckled and nodded, proceeding to climb into the bed. "Good night Larry." She spoke as she turned onto her side away from Larry.

He looked at her for a moment before mumbling a soft, "Good night Vicky," and turned off the lights.