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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: For once, me being an insomniac is actually a good thing. I get to write this, and finally get my mind clear of it! ^^ Yay! Wow, is it just me, or are these author's notes getting shorter...? (oh, and for the end, Larry is probably getting Rexy's bone out of his office or something. Lol thats why he didn't notice Viola. XD)

I honestly am not proud of this chapter, but I had to get Viola to the museum somehow, and we needed to establish some of the basic god possessing rules, because they'll be coming on you guys heavy in the next chapter. So, once again, I apologize for the sucking-ness of this one.

Because Rebecca had stayed at the museum all night long, when she finally got to her apartment, she crashed pretty hard. In fact, when she woke up, it was two in the afternoon.

Huh. She normally slept longer...

Then she realized what had awakened her. Mittens, the neighbor's cat, was sitting on her chest, large green eyes locked on hers. Rolling her eyes, Rebecca sat up and moved the kitten to sit in her lap. Mittens was black, with three of his paws white, thus the name. He was adorable...she had to admit that.

She looked at the calendar which was taped to her dresser. Teresa and Jim should have been home last night. They probably were, but she had been too tired to notice. Stretching and yawning, she got up, sending Mittens tumbling to the floor. The kitten mewed at her, and she laughed slightly.

"Well you did wake me up," she scolded, but smiled as she headed into the kitchen. Mittens followed at her heels, and he apparently knew that he was going home, because he sat by the front of the door and waited.

While Rebecca grabbed a bowl and milk, Mittens meowed again. He wanted to go. Why couldn't the lady see that?

She looked at him.

He looked at her.

He mewed.

Damn his cuteness. Giving up, she sighed and set down the milk and bowl and walked toward the door.

"You are hopeless," she said, scooping him up in one arm and opening the door in the other. Mittens squirmed slightly, but didn't do anything to protest being carried. Once reaching Teresa and Jim's door, she knocked three times and waited.

Nothing.

"Teresa? Jim? It's Rebecca...I heard you come back last night and I've got your cat."

Again, nothing.

But then there was a CLANK sound, someone shouting, "OW!" and finally, Teresa opened the door.

Only, it wasn't Teresa. Ok, it was, but she was acting really weird. She had a glazed look in her eyes, and she was smiling hugely.

"So um...how was your trip?" asked Rebecca.

"It was wonderful, Rachel," she said, even her voice was lacking emotion, not breaking the smile. She took the kitten from Rebecca's arms and Rebecca said, "It's...it's Rebecca, not Rachel. Are you feeling alright Teresa? Where's Jim?"

"James is fine. I am fine. Thank you for stopping by, Rani," she said, still smiling, (which was getting creepy) and shut the door in Rebecca's face.

"It's Rebecca!"

There was about three seconds before anyone moved. Then, of course, Ahy had to break the silence.

"Kitty!" cried Ahy, practically running over to the mortal Hathor had hypnotized and snatching up the little black furball out of her arms. "Ooooh look at 'im," cooed Ahy. "He's so cute with his widdle paws...I think we should call him Foofy."

The cat mewed, Hathor raised an eyebrow, and Sekhmet clapped her hand to her forehead.

"You two are complete idiots," she groaned. "That Rebecca got suspicious. She knows something."

"Well maybe she wouldn't if someone hadn't hit me on the head," said Ahy defensively as he petted Mittens (aka Foofy). "For some reason, I can feel pain now."

"Honey, as long as you're mortal, you can feel their pain," explained Hathor warily. Ahy blinked.

"I'm a...mortal...? EWWWW GROSS!" he cried, dropping Foofy and teleporting in a frantic way around the room. "GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!"

"What the hell-?" Sekhmet started to say.

"Ahy!" Hathor tried.

"GET IT OFF GET IT OFF OH GOD IT'S ACTUALLY TOUCHING ME-"

"AHY!"

CRACK!

Hathor had caught Ahy in mid-teleport, both of them standing upside down on the ceiling. Hathor had one hand over his mouth, the other holding his arm, so he couldn't teleport again.

"You're not a mortal. You are just disguised as one," she said slowly, shaking him slightly. He made a muffled, "Oh" sound, and they both fell to the floor; Ahy crashed on the ground, Hathor landed on her feet.

"First, that really hurt!" whined Ahy, getting up off the floor. "Second, I thought I was in a Host."

"We haven't needed Hosts for at least two-thousand years," said Sekhmet. "The second mortals became independent and started thinking by themselves, we changed our ways and no longer rely on them for bodies. We don't need to possess anyone anymore. I think Geb and Nut still possesses people, but I think that's because their not as...idle as they were before."

"Oh," said Ahy simply, reaching for 'Foofy' again. "So what do we do from here?"

"Right now," said Hathor, "we just need to make sure that nothing goes wrong. Then we let the love spell do it's job. And – Ahy! Leave the damn cat alone!"

Rebecca had never seen Dr. McPhee so...happy before. The museum's attendance had gone up since they opened late, but it had really gone up because of the new exhibit. He still was the same old mean jerk of a boss on the inside, because whenever she would look at him smiling for a long period of time, his face would immediately drop and he would demand, "What are you looking at?" It still made her giggle occasionally.

Ahkmenrah, however, looked the least bit thrilled about the new exhibit. He kept zoning out, and he seemed to only go back to his tomb seconds before the sun came up. She didn't know what was wrong, but she hoped that he would snap out of it in time for the soccer game.

The museum had always closed, even with its new and extended hours, on Sundays. McPhee wanted to break the tradition because of the scepter, but Rebecca had reassured him that making those who hadn't seen the scepter wait would only make them more interested. (Plus, she had made a bet with Larry that the Huns would beat the neanderthals, Columbus, and Ahkmenrah, and she wasn't about to loose to him.)

So she helped Nicky set up the goals and hoped that Ahk would get his head on straight before he got himself hurt.

Viola sighed as she walked through Central Park, letting the afternoon air and the sounds of the rush hour straighten her thoughts. She had the oddest dream last night. She could old remember bits and pieces of it, but those particular pieces were strangely clear, as if it were a memory that had only just happened yesterday.

A gold slab...three people who were larger the life and had the heads of animals...two oddly dressed guys who kept referring to her as "Sully"...

She shook her head. None of it made sense. And the strangest part of all of it was that she had actually recognized one of the guys. It was that cute actor from the museum.

"Go figure," muttered Viola, running her fingers through her hair. But the worst part of having a vivid dream was that when you woke up, you felt as if you hadn't gotten any sleep at all. So when she sat down on a park bench and shut her eyes, she couldn't help falling asleep.

When Viola woke up, the sun was starting to go down.

"Shit," she hissed, standing so quickly that she almost fell over. Steadying herself, she got her phone out of her pocket and saw that she had two new voice messages. Calling voicemail, she almost ran out of the park.

"Vi, I'm going to the museum again. Bonnie didn't let me look around for very long last night. See you there?" asked the voice of Sara.

Well. At least Sara had some humanity in her.

Shutting her phone and not even bothering to call her back, Viola instead hurried across the street and up the stairs into the museum. It wasn't very crowded, but then again, nothing had "come to life" yet. In fact, a few people were leaving.

Weird, thought Viola. Guessing that Sara would be back where the new exhibit was, she quickly headed to the Egyptian room.

What Viola had failed to do, however, was listen to the second message that Sara had left, which had said, "Scratch that Vi. The museum closes on Sundays." She had no idea what she was in for.

Viola finally figured out the way down to the Egyptian exhibit, and she was proud of herself for not getting lost. Walking into the tomb, she immediately froze.

That was the new exhibit? Well, it was creepy. A purple scepter with a jackal head on top. Yeah, what gets creepier then that?

But as Viola stared at it, she frowned slightly. It looked familiar as well. And – no way. Hanging above the sarcophagus was the gold slab that she had seen in her dream.

"Ok," said Viola, stepping forward slightly, "now that is just a creepy coincidence." She wanted to go up to it, but when she took another step, the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

However, Sara wasn't here, and that was a good excuse she could tell herself. Turning around, she was about to walk out when she heard an odd kind of humming sound coming from behind her. Turning back around, her eyes widened as she saw both the Tablet and the scepter glowing brightly.

Viola quickly turned and ran out of the Egyptian room, stopping on the other side of the wall. What the heck just happened? And why was she suddenly so nervous? She was probably just imagining that glow. Yeah, that was it. Just in her imagination -

BANG!

What the-?

Peeking her head around the corner, Viola gasped slightly. There was the guy she had met earlier, the same from her dream and everything, stepping out of the sarcophagus. He must have heard her, because his head snapped in her direction. Cursing inwardly, Viola looked away, slamming her head accidentally against the wall.

Her vision went blurry for a moment, and she blinked multiple times.

Great, I'm seeing things, and now I'm getting a concussion! She thought, shutting her eyes as she rubbed the back of her head. While she was dealing with her throbbing head, she didn't hear the approaching footsteps coming towards her from inside of the tomb until she opened her eyes.

Viola wasn't sure if it was her head smarting or the fact that she was staring into the surprised face of the young man from her dream and he had just climbed out of a sarcophagus where a 3,000 year old dead pharaoh was supposed to be, but whatever it was it caused her to loose her grip on her consciousness as she unwillingly fell into awaiting darkness.