Disclaimer: -sigh- I wish upon a star...that I owned this so I could make a movie. -crosses fingers-
-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: OH MY GAWD YOU GUYS! Ok, I was browsing the NATM wiki page (hey, I need inspiration too!) and after a while I came across a stub of an article. It was titled Night at the Museum: Race Against Time, and it stated that they are in the process of writing/considering to write a third movie! AREN'T YOU GUYS EXCITED? I AM! SQUEE! ^^ Nothing is official, though, but hey, it's better then nothing!
Viola walked into the museum, still slightly in a daze because of Jessie's surprise kiss. No that she was complaining. She scanned the room for Ahkmenrah, but didn't find him. She frowned slightly. She could have sworn that she saw him about three seconds ago...
Her musing got cut off when two wax works approached her, the man resembling Theodore Roosevelt, the woman representing Sacagawea. The woman had her arm interlocked around his, and Viola found it an odd couple, but hey, when a museum came to life because of a three thousand year old slab of gold, nothing really was odd.
"And you must be miss Viola," said Teddy, tipping his hat. "It is good to see you awake and well."
Viola didn't know how to respond to his question. "Um...thanks...I think. So you're Teddy Roosevelt," she said, pointing to him. He nodded once, a small smile on his lips. She turned to the Indian. "And you're Sacagawea."
"Yes," she said, nodding as well.
"Wow." Viola smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry...this is still kind of new to me."
"That's quite all right there, missy. It took Lawrence quite a long time as well."
'Are you talking bad about me, Teddy?" a new voice asked. Viola turned around. Standing there was Rebecca and a slightly taller man with dark hair in a night guard uniform. So this must be Larry, Viola thought.
Teddy's grin widened and he got a twinkle in his eye. "Of course not, Lawrence! Why would you suspect me to do such?"
"Alright, see denying it only makes it worse."
"He's probably just your mental breakdown on your first day working here," Rebecca said lightly. Larry turned to her, and Teddy and Sacagawea both began to drift away.
"They really get in to things like this," Sacagawea whispered near Viola's ear. "I hope we can talk later, though."
"I never had a mental breakdown!"
"Not according to Nicky." Larry opened his mouth to retort, but Rebecca cut him off. "So Viola, you met Teddy and Sacagawea. That's good; he was worried about you when Rexy knocked you into that wall. And have you met Larry?"
"We met last night," said Viola. Suddenly she stiffened and her eyes widened. Larry raised an eyebrow and turned around to face Rexy, who was wagging his tail. He turned back to Viola she's still scared, he realized.
"It's alright, he won't hurt you,he said firmly. "Last time he was just...excited." Viola didn't answer. Then he got another idea. "D'you wanna ride him?"
Viola blinked, then looked blankly at Larry. "What?"
"Do you want to ride him?"
'No, I mean I got that the first time, I just...ride him? Wait, didn't Nick do that?"
Larry nodded. "Nicky's at his mom's place right now so he isn't here. But me or Ahk could show you. He glanced around the room, a small frown on his face. "Only I don't see him anywhere..."
"I saw him go in the African Mammals exhibit a couple minutes ago," Rebecca offered. "Maybe he's still there."
"Wasn't he originally in here? That's weird; it's not like him to just leave all of a sudden. What if something's wrong?"
"I'll go find him," Rebecca said. She patted Larry's shoulder once, petted Rexy's nose and left.
"Guess your stuck with me then," Larry said to Viola, a smile on his face. "C'mon, it isn't that hard." The night guard turned to the skeleton, commanding for it to sit, much like a trainer would do with a puppy. Rexy complied, and Larry walked over to the side of the dog-like dinosaur. He climbed up on Rexy's back, using his ribs like a sort of sideways step ladder. Once on the beast, Larry turned to Viola and held out his hand. She hesitated.
"I'm not gonna let you fall, I swear," he said, putting his other hand up as if to make an oath.
"If I die I hope you'll feel guilty," Viola muttered, taking Larry's hand. She tried to copy Larry's moves the best she could. When she was finally on the dinosaur, she realized just how high they were off the ground. "I take it back," she said. "You should feel guilty!"
Larry laughed and told Viola lightly to hang on.
She had read all this before. They were on the island now, descending on a winding pathway that went down to ground beneath them. The descriptions from the wisdom god's scroll all fit into place. There was the river of souls, and the lake of fire...
Sully, who was trying to graph out a path that they could take without running into certain death or demons, was unaware of the conversation going on a ways behind her.
"What if we don't ever make it back?" Ahkmenrah asked his brother. Kahmunrah rolled his eyes.
"We are going to make it back, and we are not going to die. You might, but Sully and I...wait, no, not her."
"I'm serious, brother! What would happen if we died here? Would father even notice our absence?"
"Of course he would. He isn't an idiot," Kahmunrah said simply. Ahkmenrah nodded and pressed his lips together.
He was quiet for a moment, but then broke it, saying, "I think I should tell her." He cast a quick glance at Sully, who was still oblivious to them talking.
Kahmunrah groaned. "Oh for the sake of the gods...do not start this again with me. I don't understand why you even like her, but our people are not blind. They know. She may not, but others do."
Ahkmenrah swallowed and looked down. Kah shook his head and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"If you truly love her (which I don't know how, because Sully is...Sully), then yes by all means tell her. If you don't, then don't. But for the sake of my sanity, do not mention it again because I might as well kill myself." He paused, as if remembering the way he was supposed to act around his brother, took his hand off his shoulder and added as an afterthought, "Or you. Because it would just make life easier for everyone."
The peace in the moment was quickly drained and Ahk glared at his brother. Kahmunrah however wasn't paying attention.
"Sully!" he called loudly, and the girl's head snapped around.
"Keep your voice down!" she hissed, coming over to them. "What?"
He nodded towards something off the path, something a ways apart from them on another large rock somewhat beneath them. A group of what looked like a hundred men were there, sword fighting each other and practicing archery. Only they weren't fully human they had the bodies of a men, the heads of falcons.
"Is that Horus?"
Sully shook her head. "Not the Horus, those are just his men. They're supposed to be the guardians of the royal family along with the gods, so if we cross them, you should be fine." She was quiet for a moment, then said, "Come, I do not want to stay here longer then needed." She walked ahead of them again.
Kahmunrah and Ahkmenrah both glanced at each other before following her. They both knew what she had left out; they would be fine, but would she?
Of course she was and would have been. Ahkmenrah would have fought against any of the Horus in order to protect her. (And though he may not ever admit it to anyone breathing, Ahkmenrah knew that Kahmunrah would have done the same.) In fact, he would fight each or any of his godly relatives if it would grant her safety.
So then why was he frightened by another man?
Another mortal man. There were millions of them on this Earth and even in his kingdom. Most of them found love and pronounced it each and every day. Yet seeing Sully with someone else...it made his blood boil.
It all seemed so easy, from the outside looking in. Walk up to the woman in question and say three little, simple words. But no matter how easy it looked, Ahkmenrah could never bring himself to do it. And now that he had Viola, he could try again.
He could say it.
He would say it.
I lo-
"Hey, Ahk?" the voice of Rebecca snapped him back to reality. He turned to his right, and saw her looking at him with concern written on her features. "Are you alright? You kind of just left and it's not like you to do that, you know."
He nodded absentmindedly. Now that he was back to reality, he could process where he was. He had quickly left, knowing that he needed to get away, not knowing or caring where he went. As long as it wasn't in the lobby, he would be fine. It seemed that he had lead himself into the Hall of African Mammals. Strange, he never really ever came in this room before.
Rebecca cast a quick glance around the room, and she looked back at the Egyptian. "You know, Viola's here," she said. Maybe that would get a reaction from him. "She's looking for you. And Larry's teaching her how to ride Rexy." She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Are you sure you're ok?"
Ahkmenrah made no reaction. "I'm fine. Excuse me...," he muttered, leaving Rebecca in the room. She shrugged and gave up. If Larry wanted Ahk, he could get the Pharaoh himself.
Between learning how to ride a dead dinosaur, having a quick chat with Sacagawea, and properly meeting Jeddiah and Octavius, Viola completely lost track of time. She only had about ten minutes left until sunrise, and she was determined to at least say goodnight to Ahkmenrah.
Hesitantly walking into his tomb, she stopped before reaching the inner part of the tomb. It took all of her courage not to turn around and look at the evil-looking jackals behind her. Ahkmenrah had his back to her, leaning on his sarcophagus.
"Hey Ahk," Viola said quietly. "I...I um...came back tonight," there was a dry humor in her voice. Was she expecting him to give her another killer bear hug? She didn't know what to expect. "Larry said that you don't normally just run off so..." She looked down. "If I did something...like if you didn't want me to come back tonight...I'm sorry. If something's bothering you, you could always tell me." A small smile slipped onto her lips. "I can't read minds. I wish I could, though."
The Egyptian remained silent. Viola looked at her watch; four minutes.
"I...guess I'll just...bye,"she said.
Had she been facing him, she would have seen his eyebrow furrow. She thought that...she did something wrong? Quite the opposite. Ahkmenrah suddenly turned around.
"Viola."
She stopped walking and turned around to face him. Her eyes were so full of hope and innocence. His heart ached. He could just tell her now and she may not come back. Not a good idea.
Ahkmenrah covered the space between them in three long strides. He took her hands in one of his and held her chin in the other.
"You did nothing to upset me," he said quietly.
"Then why," she started, but he cut her off when he kissed her forehead. Viola blushed lightly, and her mind went blank.
"Come back soon," he told her firmly, wanting to tell her more. All she could do was nod once. He let go before walked back over to his coffin and got inside. Viola turned and walked out, trying to clear her mind
Viola was tired. She didn't want to fall asleep again like she had the night before, so she was going to drink enough coffee until she could at least make it home and get into bed properly. However, upon walking into a Starbucks that wasn't far from the museum, she froze.
Lounged across a two person table was one blonde, incredibly handsome, figure-of-her-imagination/Norse god of chaos, Loki.
She blinked and rubbed her eyes. There was no way that he was really here she was tired. Thus, she was hallucinating. Via, she wasn't seeing him.
Loki smirked and beckoned her over by curling his pointer finger towards himself twice. Viola pressed her lips together. If her imagination wanted to play god...well, two could play at that game. She crossed the room and sat down across from him, her expression still negative. Now that it wasn't dark and she was up close, she could see his eyes. They were green, like his tie. Another odd thing: he was in the same outfit he was in when she first saw him.
"Aren't you glad to see me?" Loki asked, pulling on a fake expression of hurt what quickly disappeared.
"You aren't real," Viola said firmly. "You are a figure of my imagination, and nothing more then that."
But Loki was grinning. And Viola's confidence faltered.
"You're so cute; you think I'm not real. You're not fooling anyone with that innocence, sweetheart."
"..What are you talking about?"
"You've been leading on two men," he said, slowly as if he was talking to a three year old.
"What...you mean Jessie and Ahk? No, no, no, see, Ahk's just my friend and wait! How d'you know-?"
"I know a lot of things. One of which is that if you don't come around to start believing in me, I'll be forced to use violent measures."
Viola's eyes went wide and her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. For a second she was scared, but then remembered-
"You aren't real!" she shouted, standing up so quickly that the chair fell down behind her. People around her stared; she felt her face heat up. When she looked back at Loki, he was still smiling, looking more amused then ever.
"I'm gonna give you one more night. If you still act stubborn...well, then you'll see," Loki said cheerfully, and waved as Viola turned and stormed out of the store.
The last thing Larry was expecting when doing his rounds was to see a three thousand year old Pharaoh getting yelled at.
Larry blinked. What the heck was going on?
"I can't believe you!" a male voice yelling. "After everything that has happened...as if we didn't have enough trouble with the Gate...are you trying to get history to repeat itself?"
Larry walked further into Ahkmenrah's tomb, his eyebrow furrowing. What he saw was quite odd, even for his standards. Ahkmenrah was standing at the entrance of the inner tomb, grimacing, accompanied by two other people. One was a really tall guy with a little ponytail and glasses, the other a pale and tall teenager. Both had black hair. The teenager was the one who was yelling; he was nearly as tall as Ahk. He looked furious, and seemed to be coming down on the Pharaoh pretty hard.
"Now wait a minute-," tall guy started.
Larry blinked, still trying to register what was going on. A teenager was scolding a three thousand year dead mummy, and a tall guy with glasses was trying to stop the teenager. That just wasn't right.
"Hey, kid!" Larry said when he finally found his voice, and he walked over. Both intruder's heads snapped over to him, and Ahkmenrah for some reason winced.
"Larry-" the Pharaoh began, but got cut off by the teenager.
"Kid?" he asked, dry humor in his voice as he took a long stride towards the night guard. "How old do you think I am?"
"Anubis!" hissed the man with glasses.
"No, no, wait. I wanna hear this." Suddenly the kid was inches from Larry, his hands on his hips, eyes staring up at him. But that was just the thing.
His eyes.
The kid's eyes were red.
Something rose up in Larry's chest, and his mind clouded.
"I will kill you and your friends in the blink of an eye."
...The door to the underworld opening...
...Nicky being threatened and chased after...
...Teddy being ripped in half...
...Jed being dropped into an hourglass...
...A sword being inches from his face...
Larry blinked again, and his mind instantly cleared; however, he felt sick to his stomach. The kid snickered. Only the guy with glasses was standing there (when did he move?) and grabbed the teenager's shoulder. The teenager visibly stiffened, and tore his eyes away and glared at the man. The taller of the two took his hand off the kid's shoulder hesitantly, then spoke.
"I believe we have made our purpose. And you need to leave the poor boy ALONE," he said, and directed the last part at the teenager.
Larry's mind must have been still hazy, because there was no way that the guy called him a 'boy'. The tall man nodded once and then walked out, followed by the teenager. Ahkmenrah approached Larry, a concerned expression on his face.
"Larry? Are you alright?" he asked.
Was he alright? Larry didn't know. He felt like he was going to throw up and faint at the same time. Instead, he took a deep, slow breath and asked,
"Who were they?"
Ahkmenrah clearly hadn't been expecting the question, because he hesitated. "I...don't know."
Larry eyed Ahk, but then another wave of nausea hit him, so he didn't dare open his mouth. McPhee would kill him if he threw up in one of the exhibits.
So instead he quickly excused himself and hurried out, all the while getting the feeling that Ahkmenrah was lying.
A/n: Woo! Another long chapter, done! And I really, really cannot wait until the part with Loki's...'drastic measure'. XD It's gonna be epic! Ok I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyway, review please!