A/N: This is sort of a companion to Jealous.

One Night: Misunderstanding

"Sir Larry," Lancelot smiled as he walked over to the security guard.

"Hey Lancelot. Are you settling in alright?" Larry smiled at the knight in greeting and set down the book he'd been looking at trying to decide is Ahkmenrah would enjoy it or not.

"Everyone here is so nice and welcoming…." Lancelot trailed off a bit glancing in the pharaoh's direction. "Could I speak to you quietly?"

Larry nodded and stood up. "We can go to the hall of sea life."

The two men walked out of the main room unaware of eyes following them as they left. The guard was not prepared for the lips he found pressed against his once the door to the sea hall had closed. He found himself pressed against the clear glass, hands holding him firmly in place.

Larry eyes widen just in time to see the hurt and angry expression on Ahkmenrah's face and the door close behind him as he left.

He managed to push the knight away and held him back at arms length.

"Woah woah woah, you said you wanted to talk. That was not talking," Larry panted a bit trying to gather his thoughts.

"Didn't you like it?" Lancelot asked frowning a bit.

"That's not really the point…" Larry answered awkwardly. "I'm with Ahkmenrah, Lancelot…"

"But you do not carry anything of his that makes this known," Lancelot pointed out. "Nor has he made any sort of decree."

"I well…" Larry didn't really know what to say. "That's not really how it works in present time…"

"I don't quit follow…." Lancelot frowned more.

"Ahkmenrah and I are together. We have been for a while now…" Larry tried to explain. "I don't carry anything of his and there is no decree on this because well…everyone kinda already knows…and now he probably thinks I don't like him…" Larry sighed and dropped his hands to his sides.

"I have as you say…screwed things up haven't I?" the knight looked at the guard apologetically. "Perhaps I should talk to him?"

"I think you talking to him might make things a little worse…I'll go…" he hoped Ahkmenrah wasn't to upset. Calm and upset Ahkmenrah he could deal with. Angry and upset…that was a whole other story.

"Will you be alright?" Lancelot asked looking concerned at Larry's silence.

Larry nodded. "I'll be fine."

"I am very sorry for how I acted…" Lancelot held his head in shame.

Larry gave him a small smile. "It's alright. You didn't know." He squeezed the man's shoulder before going to find the pharaoh.

He thought about what he could tell the young pharaoh to calm him down frowning a bit when he saw the guards that would stand outside of Ahkmenrah's tomb huddled in the far corner of the hall with stony but frightened looks cast towards the open door.

"Ahk?" He walked into the tomb carefully noting the parts of broken glass on the floor from some of the fake embalming jars. "That will be hard to explain," he sighed.

He found the pharaoh staring at his sarcophagus. He wasn't wearing his robes leaving him in the shorts he wore underneath. He seemed almost human just standing there.

Larry walked over carefully stepping over more broken glass before putting a hand on his shoulder. He didn't flinch which was a good sign.

"I'm sorry…I didn't-"

"Do you like him?" Ahkmenrah turned to face him. "As in…do you like him more than me?"

"No…No. I only like you," Larry wrapped his arms around him. "I always have."

Ahkmenrah nodded. "Good. Because as much as I'd like to pull his nonexistent brain from his nose…when I finally calmed down I realized that I shouldn't be upset with you. I should be upset with Tin Man."

"Lancelot?"

Ahkmenrah scowled at the mention of the knights name.

"He didn't mean any harm…"

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because he wanted to come and talk to you himself that's why. I'm glad I told him I would talk to you. I don't know how I'd explain why one of the exhibits is missing."

"I wouldn't have hurt him…"

Larry raised an eyebrow. "Your guards are cowering in the hall corner."

"Alright…I wouldn't have hurt him that much…" Ahkmenrah rolled his eyes and put his hands on Larry's waist pulling him closer by his belt. "But he should know better than to lay a hand on a Pharaoh's consort. The penalty for that is worse than death itself."

Larry shuddered a bit as Ahkmenrah dropped his voice to a low purr and willed himself to stay strong.

"Will you let him apologize?"

Ahkmenrah made a noise of protest but nodded. "Fine…But if this happens again he will lose a finger."

"No fingers."

Ahkmenrah most definitely did not pout. And if anyone noticed Larry wearing some the bracelet's that belonged to the pharaoh, no one said a word.