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-Full-Summary: Things are not well at the museum when a new exhibit arrives. With a new artifact comes new curses, new magic, and new friends. At first, things are great, and the museum is more popular then ever! But suddenly things take a turn for the worst when three all-powerful ancient Egyptian gods get involved, wanting revenge on mankind.

Now it's up to Larry and the gang to stop these misfit deities from taking out everything and everyone in their path, all before sunrise!

A/N: Wow, this was quick. Damn. XD Ok, picture a mix of Zooey Desheanel and Lucy Hale for Viola/Sully, and possibly Logan Lerman as Jessie…it depends if I find someone who looks more like the guy out of my imagination.

Jessie had never had a problem with working at Cold Stones overnight. He was a night person. It didn't bother him…except for the fact that keeping the store open past ten and on into the ungodly hours of the night had absolutely no purpose.

"Who the hell wants ice cream at eleven thirty PM?" he muttered, pulling his phone out of his pocket and started texting one of his friends. Fred, the other, older guy who was working with him, snorted in his sleep. Fred had flunked out of high school and had landed himself here and only slept during the job.

As if it mattered. Jessie never needed any help. There would occasionally be a couple who would come in, drunk, around three in the morning, and ask for some kind of ice cream, but then after they paid for it they would just throw it out and go into the one person bathroom. One couple did that and they didn't come out for hours.

However, when five teenagers who looked about his age (seventeen) came in, followed by a girl who looked like a freshman, he was surprised. The group was lively, and happy. There were two boys; one blonde and the center of attention, the other a redhead who made all the girls giggle. Both of them were broad; they must have been jocks.

The girls were really pretty; or at least the blonde one was. She seemed to be the leader of the girl clique. She spent most of her time around the blonde guy and laughed at everything he said, even if it wasn't a joke.

Classic flirting technique.

They all sat down at a table, and the redhead came up and ordered for them.

At one point, he turned around and said, "Vi, what do you want?"

The freshman, who was sitting at a different table by herself, looked up from her lap and smiled but shook her head. "Nothin', I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," she said, waving her hand, and returned to whatever she was looking at.

"Ok," said the boy, turning back to Jessie. It was quick and simple; four one scoop of vanilla in cone, and one double chocolate scoop in a waffle cone. He made them relatively quickly, then handed three of to the redhead and carried two out himself.

After they had gotten all sorted out and the seniors were eating and laughing like the idiots they probably were, Jessie was about to walk back behind the counter, but stopped. For a moment, he just stood there, looking at the freshman.

She was really pretty; medium length black hair, bangs, freckles. Dark blue jeans, old worn out tennis shoes and a baggy purple long sleeved shirt. He did a double take. Long sleeves? It was July!

He pulled up a chair, making her eyes snap up to him as he sat down. Damn; her eyes were seriously blue.

"Are you sure you don't want anything?" he asked, putting his arm on the table and leaning on it slightly.

"I'm sure. Call me crazy, but I'm not a huge ice cream fan," she said, snapping something up and putting her black flip-phone on the table. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, glancing down to her phone and to her.

"You still have one of those?" he asked, thinking how primitive flip-phones were now that AT&T and Sprint people were making iphones and Blackberries. He had a Blackberry; it rocked.

"Still have one? I made this one, thank you very much," she replied.

"No way."

"Yeah way. My old phone broke, and I used the parts from it and my sister's old phones to make this one. I'm kind of a techno geek," she said the last part sheepishly.

A techno geek? It had been a while since he had dated a techno geek. And this chick was so hotter then the other one.

Ask her name, said an unfamiliar voice. Jessie blinked. What-? Do it, said the voice again. It was a voice that he never normally heard when he was flirting; maybe this was his conscious. He shrugged inwardly and obeyed.

"So does the pretty techno geek have a name?" he asked.

She raised an eyebrow, but quickly quipped back, "Viola. Does the cute guy with the terrible flirting skills have a name?"

"Ouch," chuckled Jessie. "I'm Jessie. Viola, huh? That's a cool name. Never heard it before. Unique. I like it," -he leaned in closer to her and whispered the last part- "And I think we both know I've got awesome flirting skills."

Viola rolled her eyes, but smiled all the same. "Why are you wasting your time on me when you can go for my sister?" she asked, pointing her thumb over to the other table. He looked over; none of the girls looked anything like Viola. He shot her a confused glance, and she said, "She's the blonde one."

Oh.

Well, the blonde had the same eye and face shape…but the hair, the nose, the body; all different.

"I think I'll just stick with you," he muttered, his eyes still on her 'sister'. "Besides, I would have to fight for her. Seems like that guy already has her number." He turned his eyes back on her. "I take it your single?"

"How did you know?" she said sarcastically, leaning back in her chair. There was the slightest bit of pain in her eyes. Jessie frowned slightly, then stood and went behind the counter. He grabbed a piece of paper and hurriedly wrote down his phone number on the corner, and ripped the part off. Then he walked back around to Viola, who was sitting up and watching him curiously.

He handed her the paper. "I'll tell you what. Since no one else has had the change to snatch you up, I'm going to. So call me sometime and we can go get…pasta or something."

She took the paper, raised her eyebrow and giggled once. "Pasta?"

He snorted, and held up his hands in defense. "Ok, so it doesn't have to be pasta. It can be whatever."

"Alright," said Viola slowly. "I'll do that."

Jessie smiled, "Cool. And tell me again how you made that phone?"

Viola walked into her room and flicked on the lights. It had an orange and white color scheme; they were her two favorite colors. She and Jessie had talked about many things; hippies, music, technology, and somehow the topic went to dinosaurs. (That made Viola mention the new dinosaur animatronics at the Museum of Natural History. It really was amazing, even if she only saw it out of the corner of her eye.)

Dropping her phone on the orange beanbag chair, she slipped out of her shoes and collapsed on her stomach on her bed. For a moment, she just stayed there, her face in the white blanket, until it got hard to breath. She rolled onto her back and laughed.

She had no idea why. She just found it exciting. Year by year she had watched her sister get asked out by boy after boy, and never once had she been looked at like Jessie had looked at her.

And he was very handsome; black hair that slightly hung in his eyes, light blue eyes, and a great smile…

Something tugged in the back of her mind, snapping her thoughts away from Jessie. She sat up abruptly and frowned.

What the heck just happened?

She shrugged, and pushed it off as nothing. Glancing at the clock and seeing that it read 12:55, she yawned, suddenly exhausted. She got up off of her bed, shrugged out of her clothes and into her pajamas, and when she finally flicked off the light and got into her bed, she was more tired then she ever felt before in her life. Once again, she shrugged it off.

Ahkmenrah stayed clear from his tomb for the rest of the night, or at least until Larry had finally cleared everyone out. The Anubis guards had a hard time letting anyone inside of the room, and apparently they occasionally they twitched, as if trying to do their duty but knowing that it was wrong. On some level it was humorous (or at least, to him it was), but the same couldn't be said about the people who probably had gotten heart attacks.

While Larry was shooing the last few people out, Ahkmenrah turned his attention to the new exhibit. He froze, because he recognized it.

The Scepter of Ra.

First of all, it wasn't Ra's. He knew that for a fact. It was Sekhmet's, and he had seen her use it before to open and close Portals. Second, the scepter was known to cause bad luck, so who's idea was it to put it here? And third; what would its effects with the Tablet be? Would it cause another Rip? He hoped not; just the thought of seeing one of those swirling vertexes of green and gray sent shivers down his spine.

Once, when he was younger, his father had created the Gate (which now belonged to his brother) as an anniversary present to their mother. (She was a god, after all, and teleporting would occasionally drain a god's energy, because traveling between dimensions wasn't always easy.) During preparations for the presentation, Ahk, his brother, and Sully had accidentally opened the Gate and had fallen into it. The result was that they had landed in the Underworld, had misplaced the Tablet, and they were pretty much stranded.

However, they had quickly located the Tablet and had been able to open the Gate again, but not before having quite a few bad run-ins with most of the gods. And mortals weren't allowed in the Underworld; because it went against the laws of the gods and nature.

Leaping on the chance to start a war, some of the Roman gods started shouting foul play, and lead the roman army into Egypt. The gods quickly went to war, as well as the people in his kingdom. The war didn't last long, but many lives were taken.

At one point, Egypt was loosing, and Kahmunrah got the crazy idea of bringing an army of Horus warriors out of the Underworld to help them. (Whenever Ahkmenrah looked back on it, it wasn't necessarily a bad idea; the risks simply were terribly high, and he would always regret letting him go through with the task.) Sully had protested, but when the palace got infiltrated with two of the Roman gods, she had hastily agreed. Ahkmenrah hadn't returned to the Underworld with them; instead he fought off some of the Romans to keep them out of the treasury where the Gate was being held.

Once Kah and Sully had returned with the army, things suddenly improved tenfold, and for a brief moment, Ahk had thought that everything would turn out. Well, he was wrong. While his brother had gone off helping the Horus, Sully had been trying to close the Gate, because some of the evil spirits of the damned were threatening to come out. She finally got it shut, but one of the Roman gods had stabbed her because she was in the way of the Tablet and wouldn't move.

When the power of the Egyptian and Roman gods came together, something snapped, and a Rip in the universe was created. Two things that powerful were never supposed to come in contact. For a few brief moments, things went topsy turvy, but then Ra (of course) fixed it, and everything went back to normal. The Romans (both gods and mortals) subsided, the gods one by one descended back into the Underworld, and the Horus army went back as well.

Everything went back to normal; or, at least it did for a moment. Upon returning to the treasury, he had found Sully, bloody and lying on the floor, just barely breathing. He wanted to do something, to help her, but before he could, she had simply looked at him, smiled slightly, and shut her eyes.

The gods erased everyone's memories of ever having the war, seeing that this was a major blunder of both sides, but they allowed the royal family to keep their memories, since it was only fair.

Ever since that day, Ahkmenrah always felt…hallow. He wasn't necessarily depressed, but he felt different. Even when he was happy, it never felt the same. And to the present day, something still felt…off.

"Ahk! Hello? Anyone in there?"

He snapped out of it when Larry was waving his hand in front of his face.

"What?" he blinked.

"You kind of spaced out on me. You ok?" Larry's face was filled with concern, and Ahkmenrah forced a smile.

"I am fine."

Larry raised an eyebrow, but didn't protest. "Alright," he said slowly and started to retreat, "but it's almost sunrise, so…" Larry left it at that, and exited his tomb. The Anubis guards, if anything, looked relieved. Ahkmenrah gave the scepter one more wary look before getting into his sarcophagus just as the sun rose to announce a new day.

A/N: Longest. Explanation. Ever. You know, I was originally going to write another fanfic with all that in it, but with the Romans and describing the Underworld…ugh I just couldn't do it in that one fic, so I guessed that it must have been a sign or something. (And to those of you wondering *cough*Rosie*cough* Ahy is the god of music and dancing. He's not the god of insane people. So ha.) Review!