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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: I've had a lot of trouble with this chapter. It hates me, I just know it. But I've been getting lots of inspiration from the movie Scott Pilgrim vs The World (go see it, it is totally epic) and the Nightcore remix of Lady Gaga's Poker Face. Other then that...nothin' much.

"Ok, on the top of your head think of an ice cream flavor," Jessie said the second Viola walked in the glass door. She was surprised by the question and blinked.

"Um...I dunno...chocolate?" she answered, closing the door and walking over to the counter. Jessie shook his head.

"No, we've already got that." She raised an eyebrow. "My boss Anthony is grilling us to think up at least five new flavors. It's a load of crap, because everybody liked the flavors that we have now. But apparently we have to impress the guys up at corporate or something, I dunno," he shrugged. Jessie laid the clipboard that was supposed to have his brainstorm ideas written on it on the counter. Viola snatched it up and quickly scanned the paper.

"Dude – are you serous?" she asked, looking back up at him without lifting her head. Jessie smiled sheepishly; most of the paper was filled with various flavor ideas that he had that had been crossed out multiple times with his pen.

"As you can tell, I suck at this."

"No duh," she said, a smile weaving its way onto her face as she put the clipboard back onto the counter.

"Hey, I've got an idea, why don't you help me?" he asked, leaning against the backside of the counter. Viola shook her head and leaned on the counter, just seconds after he did. He pulled on a pout. "Why not?"

She let her smile grow wider at the sight. "Well for one thing I hate ice cream. And for another, I'm beat, which is why I look like crap." Jessie looked her over; her dark hair tied up in a messy pony tail, a red shirt and baggy navy blue sweatpants that just barely revealed the tips of her tennis shoes.

"You look more like you slept in," he commented lightly.

"I guess you can say I did that. See, yesterday I was babysitting this little girl named Sadie. It went well, but on the way back to her house she said she wanted to stop by the Museum of Natural History, and I thought 'what the heck?' because that place has really shaped up. Anyway, I know a guy who...works there; you know as like one of those actors that brings history to life 'n stuff? Well I talked to him for about three seconds, and the next thing I know, Sadie is gone. The kid nearly gave me a heart attack.

"So after like twenty minutes of looking for her, I find her playing with another one of the actors and she begs to stay for another hour. Well one hour turned into almost three, and the sun was coming up by the time we got out of there. It was insane. I went home and literally just barely made it to my room.

"I slept for the whole day, and then Bonnie woke me up by hitting me with one of her pillows. She wanted to go shopping again, and apparently my mom was forcing her to bring me along. So Bonnie drove down here and ditched me. Now I'm here and I'm still really tired, believe it or not."

"Maybe you should go find Bonnie and ask her to take you back," Jessie offered.

Viola snorted. "Fat change. When I said 'ditched me', I literally mean she ditched me. Parked the car, opened her door, pretended to be digging through her purse, then when I got out of the car she slammed the door and floored it. Besides, she's not very good with reasoning. And driving, for that matter."

Jessie had been walking around the counter when she had been talking, and was now leaning sideways on the counter in front of her. His eyebrows shot up, and he suddenly felt a surge of protectiveness come over him. It was already getting to be dark, and most of the stores around here were already closing down. If Viola had gotten hurt or mugged or something...it wouldn't be hard, either. She was beautiful, not to mention little. A girl like her walking around in the middle of nowhere would just scream for someone to come up behind her and–

"She left you?"

Viola shrugged. "Yeah; it's not like it hasn't happened before. Besides, she's done worse. I've always just called a cab or something when I got left, but since I was close to here, I decided to stop by." She grinned again. It was an easy smile, like she hadn't a care in the world. "Guess you'll have to deal with me for a bit."

Jessie offered a smile as well, but it was strained. He just couldn't get over the fact that Viola was so calm about this. She must have noticed this as well, because she cocked her head.

"Are you ok?" she asked. He shook his head, snapping himself out of it. He replaced his strained smile with a real one.

"Yep. And I think you look fine," he said. She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything he leaned down and kissed her on the nose before walking back around to his side of the counter. Viola's face turned pink and she momentarily forgot how to breathe.

"So back to the ice cream issue," Jessie said, leaning back over the counter. He smirked at her still pink tinted face as she turned back to him.

"You know what?" Viola asked rhetorically, snapping her fingers and pulling out her phone. "I should ask Rose. If she can't come up with five, no one can." She flipped it open and dialed madly before holding the phone up to her ear. She grabbed the clipboard and pen, then walked over to the tables and sat down at one. "Rosie? Yeah, hi."

Jessie absentmindedly clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. He wondered how long Viola had to put up with the things Bonnie did; and what did she mean by worse? He felt himself smiling slightly; he had seen a couple of his ex's get into fights. It was funny to watch.

"Uh-huh. And – yeah," Viola said, cradling her phone between her cheek and shoulder. Jessie watched her scribble down what he guessed were Rose's flavor ideas. Huh. She was a leftie. "That's awesome. Thanks for – Rose, come on!" Viola slapped down the pen, making Jessie jerk slightly. She looked at him and smiled apologetically. Then she drew her pointer finger around in a circle near her head, indicating that Rose was crazy.

However, Viola turned away from him. Jessie's hearing probably wasn't as good at it was supposed to be – he blamed his blaring iPod – but he was still able to catch what Viola muttered.

"I'm with him right now. Oh for God's sake...no it's not a date."

Jessie cocked an eyebrow at that. They were the only people in the building. They had been laughing together a few minutes ago. Wouldn't that qualify as a date? It did in his book.

"No I haven't kissed him yet."

Jessie blinked. This was, what, their second date? Third? (He counted when they first met, so yes it would be the third.) He hadn't kissed Viola yet. The thought for some reason made his heart beat quicken. Normally, he would end his first date with a girl with a kiss. The reason why it was strange was because he hadn't done so with Viola yet.

He would have to fix that.

"Ok...ok bye. Yeah...bye. Goodbye. I said bye!" Viola snapped her phone shut and shook her head. "Good Lord, once you get her on a roll you can't shut her up." She stood up and walked back over. "Rose came up with the flavors pizza, blue raspberry chocolate swirl, green tea, red licorice and yogurt. Now she's a bit out there, so...yeah."

"Yeah," Jessie said, nodding his head. "Um, I'm gonna have to say that yogurt is already invented, and the pizza thing is...bizarre. But the blue raspberry thing might pass by, and I think the green tea thing is good. As for the licorice issue..."

Viola giggled. "It sounds like your making it political."

Jessie took the clipboard from her and grinned. "Oh I am. I could be like the president of ice cream."

She laughed, then looked at her watch. She cursed, and banged her hand against the glass display case.

"Hey, I've got to get to the Museum of Natural History...I promised my friend that I would be there and it's like nine thirty now and...I know you're gonna hate me for asking this but can you drive me?"

"Yeah," Jessie said, not hesitating or thinking twice. He walked around the counter and pulled his keys out of his pocket.

"Really?" Viola asked, her eyebrows arching, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"Yeah, why not? Beats standing around here. I'm gonna have to stop for gas though."

"Alright," she said. Jessie switched off the lights and switched the open sign to closed. He walked out and held the door for her. She walked out, and eyed him. "What, are you like a gentlemen now?"

Jessie closed the door and locked it. Then he made a big show of bowing, keeping his eyes on her. "Yes m'lady, I am but a humble slave to your beauty and must act as such to honor a lady that has such allure." He stood and offered her his arm. He smirked; she was blushing. Slightly, but still.

"Why thank you good sir." She took his arm and whispered, "Why are we roll-playing?"

His smirk turned into a smile. "I dunno," he whispered back, "but I think we should do it more often."

She laughed and playfully punched his shoulder.

Jessie pulled up to the curb on the street across from the museum. He unhooked his seat belt and opened his door and Viola followed suit. Once out of the car, she shut the door and leaned against it.

"So what friend are you meeting? Is it the guy?" Jessie asked causally. She shook her head, but smiled.

"Yes. What, are you feeling jealous?" she teased. He got closer.

"Should I be?"

"N...no. I mean...we're just friends and I'm dating you, so...nothing much to fuss about," she said awkwardly.

"Hmm," Jessie said, putting a hand on the car, near her head.

"Yeah...so...um, thanks for the ride. And I hope your boss likes the flavors," she said quickly, pushing off the car and heading towards the museum.

Don't let her go, a voice said in Jessie's head. It was the same one that he heard when he first met Viola. Go after her, you fool!

"Hey, Vi!" he called, hurrying to catch up. She stopped and turned around, letting him catch up.

"Yeah?"

"I...I just..." Kiss her! Jessie abandoned all words and obeyed the voice.

Viola was caught by surprise when his lips met hers. His hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer. Jessie's lips were soft, but his kiss was the opposite. It was rough, but because of the pure affection that she could feel, Viola somehow didn't mind. He briefly sucked on her bottom lip before slithering his tongue into her mouth. At that point, Viola learned something.

Jessie was a really good kisser.

What she didn't know, however, was that there was a certain young pharaoh watching them through the glass front doors in disbelief. He hadn't been spying, he was just walking by to find Nick when he saw it out of the corner of his eye.

Ahkmenrah felt a sudden jealousy rise up in his chest. Sully had been his, and his alone, even if she never knew it. So it would make sense that Viola – Sully's reincarnation, he was sure of it – belonged to him as well, and not to the boy who was kissing her right now. And he would somehow have to make her aware of that.

He had never said anything about his feelings to Sully, and as soon as he had generated the courage it had been too late. Sometimes when he closed his eyes he could see the scene of her murder play over and over again, even when he clutched his head and begged to the gods for it to stop. He was sure that Hathor was somehow responsible. Ahkmenrah wasn't immune to her like Sully was.

In fact, the reason why she was still confused him today. He was quite sure that no one else in his kingdom was ever immune to the goddess. Which in theory didn't make sense at all –

No. He would think of that later. Right now, he needed to think of a plan to get his Sully back.

A/n: ...-facepalm- Oh dear God. This chapter hates me. It's so damn short and it makes no sense and it moves so fast and it's all just crap...