Disclaimer: …Maybe, if I ask Ben and Thomas nicely, they'll give me the franchise!

-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: My genius Dad decided that in his old age (60) that he couldn't stand to look at a small computer screen. So he goes out and buys a gosh-dang plasma TV and gets my techno-geek brother to install it as the new computer monitor. And this thing is huge – it hurts my eyes to look at it. Still, on some level it's cool, but it's extremely hard to write on. Grr. In other news, I'm probably misusing my iPod. I've listened to cheesy love songs for far too long. Via, this chapter.

Time came a creeping
Oh and time's a loaded gun
(Every road is a ray of light)
It goes on
Time only can lead you on, still it's
Such a beautiful night

Oh, love, don't let me go
Won't you take me where the street lights glow
I can hear it coming
Like a serenade of sound
Now my feet won't touch the ground

-Coldplay, Life in Technicolor ii

Viola slept for most of the next day. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get Loki's words out of her head.

"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."

What exactly did "Loki" know? Maybe a lot, considering the fact that he was only in Viola's head and, logically, he would know anything that she knew.

But then that couldn't be right. She had no idea what he was talking about when he had met her earlier in the park…talking about doomsday and the Egyptian gods? Viola pursed her lips. Maybe she could navigate around this like she had originally tried to do with Loki. She could look up information, and then discourage her imagination before it even started.

…Yeah, that would work. And it wasn't raining outside, so there was no reason for her computer to shut down again. So she plopped down in her computer chair, pushed the on button and began her search.

About a week before Larry had left the museum to fund his business, he had agreed with the exhibits that every Tuesday night would be the night that they had their dance parties. Why this particular date?

As it turned out, there was a very old and very easy-to-annoy volunteer police deputy that always drove past the museum during his route. When they had their parties on any other night besides Tuesday, the officer would notice the flashing lights and blaring music. He would pull over, walk up to the museum and demand to see the night guard.

After one hectic panic on Larry's part, he finally got everyone to be quiet enough for him to unlock the main doors. The deputy scolded Larry for "desecrating a public attraction" and gave him a ticket. This happened a few times until Rebecca did some research and learned that the man had Tuesday nights off.

Thus, the partying on Tuesday.

So Larry had asked McPhee to close the museum for the night, and he agreed. Now he was currently at his apartment, gathering the necessary things to make this party better then ever.

Viola was new. And so far, she hadn't been at one of their parties. She had learned how to ride Rexy, had been told the story of how Larry had became a night guard, and had met most of the other inhabitants. So Larry had to make her first her best.

Gathering the last of his things, he switched off the lights and locked the door as he headed out. He had planned on meeting Rebecca to pick her up, so he needed to leave early.

Larry parked his car on the side of her street and looked at his watch. They had barely less then an hour 'till sunset. And since Rebecca lived a little ways away from the museum, it was going to take a while to get over there, and plus the traffic...

He jumped slightly when the passenger door opened and Rebecca climbed in. She noticed (dammit!) because she looked at him and grinned.

"What? Did I scare the big bad night guard?" she taunted. Larry looked at her and tried not to smile back.

"No, I just wasn't paying attention," he said simply, putting the car in gear and driving off into the street.

"So how are we going to do this?" Rebecca asked. "I mean, set it up like a regular party, or make it a surprise?"

Larry's eyebrow furrowed. "Um...I dunno. But a surprise sounds way better, don't you think?"

Rebecca's smile widened and she nodded. "This is going to be awesome."

Viola pushed her hair behind her ear as she climbed up the steps of the museum. She was on the brink of going on a Egyptian god overload.

Pharaoh's were often considered gods, but they weren't actually gods. There were more then 114 major and minor gods, all representing different things. The major and most recognized gods were Ra, Isis, Osiris, Thoth, Anubis and Horus, who was the old god of the dead...no, that was Anubis, Horus was the god of the weather...or was that Tefnut? And where the hell did the Egyptians come up with all these bizarre names?

Viola shook her head, wondering if she should just give up on trying containing her imagination and just let it run until it shut down. That seemed like a good idea, so she decided on that as she walked through the museum doors.

She stopped walking and cocked her head. Rebecca was standing on the help desk, trying to attach something to the big globe, Larry looking at something in his hands. She must have heard the door, because she turned around and almost fell over if Larry hadn't broken her fall. The two of them toppled down onto the ground underneath the desk and out of sight. Viola couldn't help but giggle.

"What's she doing here?" Rebecca whispered, apparently forgetting the fact that she had just fallen off the table and that Larry was on top of her.

"I dunno!" Larry hissed. "Now what are we gonna do?"

"Um...stall her!" Rebecca suggested, pushing Larry off her and sitting up.

"Are you two alright?" Viola asked, coming over.

"Sure, yeah we're ok," Rebecca said quickly.

Viola raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? What were you even doing, anyways? Is something wrong with that globe? Because if it's stopped working maybe I can help. I'm good with electronics."

"No, no nothing with the globe," Larry said, hopping over the help desk and standing next to her. He put his hand on her shoulder and started to lead her off in another direction. "But what does is Dr. McPhee's TV. Something's wrong with the wiring and the picture keeps going fuzzy. He's been complaining about it for days, and was going to call a repair person tomorrow. Think you can at least try to fix it?"

Viola nodded, an eager gleam in her eyes. Only Rebecca knew that all of this was a complete and utter lie – McPhee didn't let anyone in his office unless you were being fired, so there was no possible way that Larry would know if his TV wasn't working or not. Still, it seemed to excite Viola, and hopefully it would get Rebecca enough time to re-wire the speakers.

"Great," Larry said, taking her to McPhee's office. He fished around on his key ring for longer then necessary before finally "finding" the key to unlock it. Viola shot him a shouldn't-you-know-which-key-goes-where-because-you're-the-night-guard look, which he ignored.

He opened the door and switched on the office light. He motioned to where the TV was, and she walked over and opened a panel in the back of it. Larry mentally cursed; she must have known what she was doing. He didn't. And it was only a matter of time before he ran out of ideas.

Viola examined the tangle of colorful wires, confused by what she saw. "Um, Larry," she said, plucking a few wires and searching for some kind of problem, "I don't see what's wrong. Everything in the actual TV checks out. Maybe it's the satellite…?"

"Uh, no, it's defiantly the TV," said Larry loudly, hoping that Rebecca would get his warning. How did Voila know this anyway? She was what, 14? 15? This was probably the first teenage girl that he knew with knowledge of electronics.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"You know what; maybe it's got something to do with…the door."

Viola stared blankly at him. "The door," she repeated dully. Larry inwardly winced. The door? That's all he could come up with? He was loosing his touch.

"Mmhmm. The door. Because when it shuts, the TV gets rattled."

"Larry, there's no possible way that the door could –," she began.

"Just check it out!"

She raised her hands in surrender and walked past him. Thinking fast, Larry grabbed some scissors off McPhee's desk and cut an important looking wire while Viola's back was turned. He cut another wire for good measure and threw the scissors back on the desk, wincing when it hit the wood with a clang.

Viola turned her head at the sound, and Larry pointed to the TV's exposed wires.

"I think you missed something. Look – two of them are broken."

Viola's blue eyes flickered from the TV to Larry to the scissors on the desk. She put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to hide something from me?"

Larry did his best, he really did. "What? Pfft…no, why would I?"

"Larry, my sister has been lying to me all of my life. You would think that I would be able to figure out when someone was lying to me," she said seriously. Larry gave up.

"Ok here's the thing." He took a deep breath. "We've always had parties here, and we had to move them to Tuesdays since there's this one jerk guy who always yells at me for having them and he's got Tuesdays off and since your new here Becca and I wanted your first party here to be as awesome as possible, and it was gonna be a surprise, but now that you know about it can you please at least act surprised so she doesn't know that you know?" He breathed and Viola's eyebrow went back down.

"Um…yeah. Sure. But a guy yelled at you?"

"Yeah; the Huns and Vikings take their dancing seriously."

Viola laughed.

"…What the hell are you doing?"

Ahy ignored his aunt and kept staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. "It looks like me…," he muttered, his mouth not moving very much but the words still coming out perfectly clear. "…but it's not. If I stare at it long enough, it's gonna move."

Sekhmet stared blankly at him for a moment before yelling down the hall,

"Hathor, your kid is an idiot!"

"I'm not," Ahy protested, moving his head to face her. He glanced back at the mirror and pointed a finger at it. "Ha! Sekky, look, it moved! Hey…wait a second…"

Hathor pushed Sekhmet out of the way.

"Ahy, it's supposed to look like you. It's just a reflection," she said. She handed her son a stack of CDs. "Here, I need you to make a remix of these songs."

Ahy turned his attention away from the mirror and onto the CDs in his hand. He opened up one case and pressed his pointer and middle fingers onto one of them. As if he had headphones in, the first song on the CD started playing in his head. His eyebrow furrowed and he looked up at Hathor.

"Is this music?" he asked rather loudly.

She nodded. "It's modern, sweetie."

"What?"

Sekhmet snatched up one of the CDs from his hands. She looked at the cover and flipped it around to show her sister.

"Really? Cascada?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Hathor stole it from Sekhmet and put it back in Ahy's hand.

"What? You can't have a party without something upbeat," she said simply.

"Oh so now we're having a party," Sekhmet said dully. "Great. Why not celebrate the fact that we're planning to murder a royal?"

Hathor slapped Sekhmet's arm. "Not us, the Half-Blood."

"…What?"

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Gawd – do I have to explain everything? Ok they're gonna hook up there," she said slowly.

"How do you know?" Sekhmet asked, narrowing her eyes.

Hathor scoffed, "How could they not? Mortals are so predictable," she sang, walking down the hallway towards the living room. Sekhmet frowned and followed after.

Ahy stuck his head out the door to watch them go, not telling Sekhmet that he liked the Cascada CD.

Ahkmenrah felt his spirit lift when he saw Viola walk into his temple. She was smiling; a beautiful sight.

"Hey Ahk," she said lightly. Her smile faded. "You're not going to ignore me again like you did last night, are you?"

His face darkened. "No," he said seriously. Her face brightened again.

"Awesome. Because Larry—actually, I wanted to see if you were planning on coming down to the lobby for the party tonight." She said the last part quietly, as if she was afraid of his answer. But he smiled and said,

"Of course." She smiled at him and he led her down to the lobby.

Viola kept her deal with Larry and acted surprised, but Ahkmenrah knew she was faking. However, he played along.

The two quickly got separated in the mad chaos that was flashing lights and blasting remixes of Lady Gaga and Cascada. Ahkmenrah enjoyed himself, but suddenly wanted to dance with Viola. He looked around the room and found her sitting on the information desk, observing some of the CDs.

"Why aren't you dancing with everyone else?" Ahkmenrah asked. She smiled slightly and turned pink.

"I can't dance."

He cocked his head slightly. "Everyone can dance," he said simply.

"Yeah, but not everyone can do it well," Viola muttered. She looked down at the CDs in her hands. "I don't even know where these came from. Rebecca said she doesn't know either. And no matter what I do, I can't get the playlist to stop. It's like...something's possessing it!" She laughed once, but it died in her throat.

A slightly slower song came on; one Viola knew wasn't a remix. She recognized it as Life in Technicolor ii by Coldplay. Ahkmenrah took his chance and held out his hand. Viola looked at it, then back up at him, a meek expression on her face.

"It will not hurt to try," he said, tilting his head down slightly and letting his eyes smolder into hers.

Viola's breath caught in her throat. And before she knew what she was doing, she had taken the Egyptian's hand and he was leading her to the dance floor. He took one of her hands in his and put his other on her hip. She absentmindedly rested her free hand on his shoulder. He smiled and started to move to the beat.

Viola thought for sure that she was going to end up stepping on his foot, or someone else's foot, or trip over something...but at the moment, her mind was blank. She couldn't focus on anything else besides him. His eyes held her own prisoner, and she blushed slightly, realizing that he probably knew it.

For being three thousand years old, Ahkmenrah was a great dancer. He kept the beat and didn't let Viola mess up. When the song was over, He reluctantly let go of Viola. The song that was next was something with a faster beat, so everyone quickly forgot about the softer song and started dancing harder. Viola did the same, laughing at how ridiculous she probably looked. But at the moment, she didn't care.

After a few other songs, Ahkmenrah took Viola's hand and pulled her out of the crowd and lead her into his tomb. He was going to tell her. Her hair was slightly messy and she was sweating, but he probably looked no better.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but that was actually kind of fun," she said, grinning. "I normally suck at dancing."

Ahkmenrah nodded. "Viola," he said softly. Her eyes went up to his and moved rapidly, scanning his face. He almost got lost in them. "I l—," he started to say, but he got cut off when she suddenly pressed her lips to his.

Ahkmenrah was surprised by her sudden action and felt his face heating up. She had linked her arms around his neck, and was standing on her toes in order to reach him. However, the moment didn't last, and he was disappointed when she pulled away just as quickly as she had kissed him.

Viola took a step back, her eyes wide and her face red. "Oh...Oh my God...I'm sorry...I didn't...I don't know why I...," she stuttered.

Ahkmenrah mentally frowned. She was apologizing? For what? For kissing him?

Viola must have mistaken his silence as disapproval, because she looked down and intertwined her fingers together.

"I…I'll just…" She pointed her thumb at the exit. Ahkmenrah approached her, and she backed up until her back hit a wall. He leaned down and let his forehead rest against hers. Viola felt her pulse quicken, but she wasn't sure why. She was dating Jessie. So why…?

"My family is mad at me," Ahkmenrah said simply. Viola blinked, and confusion set into her features. Of course; she didn't know.

"Your…family?" she repeated. "You mean, like great, great, great, great cousins second removed or something?"

Her odd analogy earned her a half-smile. "I…suppose you could say that."

"Ok, I'll play along. So, why is your great, great, great, great cousins second removed mad at you?" she asked, wondering why he was so close. If his family was mad at him, then she could defiantly relate, but why was he telling her now?

"Because of this," he said, and closed the distance between them. Ahkmenrah pressed his lips against hers, like she had done only a minute before, gently prying them open.

Viola gasped when he ran his tongue across her teeth, and used her gasp as an entrance into her mouth. When his tongue came into contact with hers, it sent shivers down her spine. Her knees gave way, but he caught her and wrapped his arm around her waist.

When they broke apart, Ahkmenrah was smiling.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he said.

Viola would have asked him what he meant by that, but something else caught her attention.

"Do you hear that?" she asked, weaving her way around him.

"No," Ahkmenrah said. He couldn't hear anything else but his heart beating rapidly in his ears. She started to walk to the edge of the temple, his eyes following her every move.

"It kind of sounds like…water or something," said Viola, her eyebrow furrowing. She walked out of his tomb and the Egyptian followed her. Now that he was in the hallway, he could also hear it; the faint sound of running water.

Viola followed the sound, curiosity eclipsing the passionate feeling that she had had moments ago.

"Viola, what are you doing?" Ahkmenrah asked, jogging to catch up with her.

"I think someone left the sink running in one of the bathrooms," she said.

He wanted to tell her to let Larry handle it; he wanted to smooth out the crease in her forehead with his thumb; but most of all, he wanted to kiss her again. But instead he followed her. Knowing how stubborn Sully was, he didn't want to argue with Viola. At least, not right now…not after that moment of bliss.

Viola followed the sound and turned into another hall, and her feet suddenly felt wet. She looked down; water was on the floor. Her eyes followed the tail of water, but it wasn't coming from either of the bathrooms.

"That's…weird," Viola muttered, following the water to a closed door that was marked Restricted Basement Storage – Staff Only in red letters. She opened the door and gasped.

At least four of the pipes that lead from one place in the museum to the other were broken, and they were spilling an overflow of water onto the floor. The water was leaking out of the room and onto the floor outside. Viola couldn't necessarily get a good measure, but the water was at least a foot deep. Either it was one foot, or five.

"This isn't good," Viola said, closing the door and turning to Ahkmenrah. "I need to get Larry down here now. Stay here just in case it gets worse."

The Egyptian nodded and she jogged back to the lobby. The rest of the museum inhabitance was still partying, oblivious Viola. The music was still blaring, the lights were still flashing, and Viola had to stand up on the help desk to finally find Larry.

Viola pushed through the crowd, but finally reached Larry, who was dancing with Rebecca. She tugged on his sleeve and he turned around.

"Larry, you need to get down to the basement storage room!" she said loudly so he could hear her above the music.

He waved her off. "I'll do it after this. Besides, no one's trapped down there. I've looked."

"Larry, a few of the pipes broke!"

"What?"

Viola gave up, and simply grabbed the night guard by his shoulder, lead him forcibly through the crowd and out into a much quieter hallway.

"Hey! What was that about?" he asked, putting his hands on his hips.

"I already told you – a couple of the pipes in the basement storage room broke, and now their leaking water all over the place!"

"What?" Larry cried, his features switching from anger to panic. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did!" Viola protested, but Larry was already jogging down the hallway.

Viola rolled her eyes. "Men," she muttered, and then hurried after him. When she got there, Larry was peeking through the door, most likely to see the damage.

"Holy crap," he said. "How do four three inch thick metal pipes break?"

How, was the scepter. Had Ahkmenrah and Viola paid attention to it instead of each other, they would have noticed it's eyes glow.

Larry gritted his teeth as his mind raced. What could they do? With that much water coming out, it would be a matter of time before the entire room was flooded. And if the water didn't stop there, then the hall might get wet as well. And he barely slipped by McPhee with the foam in the Neanderthal exhibit. McPhee was going to kill him if everything was waterlogged.

He turned his attention back at Viola and Ahk; both of them were nervous, he could see that.

"I need to get Rebecca," he said. "Stay here and try to block the water from getting past the door. We don't want this whole hall to get flooded." And with that, Larry rushed off, leaving Viola and Ahkmenrah alone.

An idea suddenly hit Viola. There was the main water connection. If she just shut that off, then the water would stop flowing and they could just open up one of the doors that lead outside to let all the water out.

She pushed past Ahkmenrah and took a step into the water. It reached her knee–and that was only on the first step.

"Viola!" Ahkmenrah hissed, grabbing her arm. "What are you doing?"

"Relax, I think I can fix this," she said, shaking off his arm and she stepped on the next step on the stairs that lead down to the room. The water was up to her mid-thigh. Another step; it was up to her waist. She gasped quietly; the water was cold.

Viola quickly treaded through the rushing water. It wasn't exactly easy, but soon enough she was over at the main connection. It looked simple enough; this was an old model. The museum must not have had enough money to get a newer model. …either that, or the board was simply too lazy to acknowledge it.

Ahkmenrah bit down on his lower lip, feeling slightly helpless. Viola seemed to know what she was doing, so he didn't want to interfere with her if she had a way of stopping this. He watched as she twisted a few knobs on the machine, and then pressed her pretty lips together.

Viola didn't understand. She supposedly turned off the water system, yet the water kept on flowing. It was up to her chest now. She started to panic, and wondered for a wild second if hitting the machine would get it to shut off. So she ducked underwater, grabbed a wrench that was floating by her foot and slapped it against the machine. It roared for a second, but against all odds, the water that was flowing from the pipes abruptly stopped.

Viola released a breath that she didn't know that she was holding. Well, at least the water stopped.

"Ok I think I can –," Larry then rushed in, followed by Rebecca and Teddy, but stopped.

"Viola, what are you doing?" Rebecca asked, sounding scared. Viola turned around and pushed her wet bangs out of her face, smiling sheepishly. Ahkmenrah however beat her to the answer.

"She stopped the water flow," he said.

Larry raised an eyebrow. "How did you do that?"

Viola started to make her way back towards them, doing her best now to get dragged down by her wet clothes. "I just shut off the water connection. It's not rocket science; besides, it's like, from the dinosaur age. Turn one knob it turns on; turn the other it turns off. You know you really should get a newer one and I'm really cold can we talk about this later?"

Teddy helped her up the steps. "That was very brave of you there, missy," he said. The twinkle in his eye was back and Viola blushed slightly.

"Um…thanks," she said, holding her arms. Rebecca took one of Viola's arms.

"C'mon, let's get you dried off," Rebecca said, leading Viola away.

"Yeah, that would be awesome," she said, eager to get warmer.

Ahkmenrah desperately wanted to follow after them, but instead he stayed after and helped Larry and Teddy do their best to clean up the water.

Viola ended up falling asleep in Rebecca's car on their drive back to her house. Rebecca kept stealing glances at her passenger whenever she could. The night must have really worn Viola out…

When Rebecca pulled up to her driveway, she got out and walked over to the passenger side, considering how/if she should wake up Viola. But upon opening the door and putting a gentle hand on her shoulder, the girl jerked awake.

"Hey, hey it's alright. Viola, we're at your house," Rebecca said softly as Viola blinked and tried to wake up as much as possible.

"We are?" she muttered, her words slurring together. Her eyes were only half open, her movements were sluggish. But she got out of the car and only nearly tripped twice.

"Are you sure you can walk in by yourself without hitting anything?" Rebecca asked. Once the words ere out of her mouth, she realized how silly they sounded, but they were true. Viola looked like if a truck came speeding towards her, she wouldn't even notice it until she had gotten hit.

Viola nodded, seeming more awake now. "I'll be fine. I'm sorry for passing out in your car."

Rebecca shrugged. "It's no problem."

"Thanks," Viola said, and turned and walked up into her house.

The next night, Viola was walking through Central Park, allowing the warm summer breeze to ruffle her hair. It felt good compared to how cold she had been in the previous night.

I hope Larry ended up getting those pipes fixed, she thought absentmindedly as she messed with her iPod, letting the music block out all other sounds. She would have to ask Rebecca for those remix CDs that were playing last night. A lot of them were really good.

She was only about a block from the museum. She could see the skyline of it in the pretty sunset. She really should get Jessie out here some time. She was sure that he would like Ahkmenrah…

Viola stopped cold in her tracks, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. She slowly turned around, not exactly sure what to expect. However, she defiantly wasn't expecting to see a ghostly figure only about fifteen yards behind her.

Viola cocked her head, confused by this man's appearance. He was dressed in a black cloak with the hook up. He walked with an unearthly grace, so it looked like he was gliding along the ground rather then walking. The cloak billowed around him as he glided, but he suddenly stopped. He lifted up his two hands. At the distance that Viola was at, she could still see that he had long, bony hands and his skin was extremely pale. He lifted the cloak hood over his head, letting it fall down his back.

Viola gasped quietly and took an involuntary step back. His face was…beautiful, but his features looked as if they should belong to a demon rather then an angel. He had shaggy purple hair. His mouth looked like it was too far down his chin. His lips were pale blue, as if they had lost all blood flow to them a long time ago. His nose was flat. His eyes were large, and they were yellow and cat-like. They locked with Viola's, and she shivered. His nostrils flared, and he parted his lips ever so slightly.

He smiled.

It was a wicked smile, like one that would be worn by a person in a mental hospitable. But it wasn't this that had frightened Viola. It was his teeth.

Or perhaps, his lack of teeth.

Instead of regular teeth, he had two, long bone white fangs. Viola stopped breathing. Was this another hallucination? Like Loki? Or a dream? Oh dear God, please let it be a dream!

The man's image became hazy, and suddenly his body wasn't there anymore. In its place was a giant purple snake. It was as thick as a train, and probably twice as long. Its fangs had grown to be as thick as trees and at least five feet long.

It slithered towards her about an inch. Something inside Viola told her to run, and not to pretend that it wasn't real, because it was real and it was going to attack her and oh God she was going to die—

So Viola listened to that voice inside her.

Viola screamed.

A/n: Ah ha ha, cliff hanger! …Wow this chapter is so lame. I feel like I rushed into it, but oh I want to get to the Romans so gosh-dang baldy-!

(Speaking of the Romans, in Bible class {lol I'm a Christian and I'm writing fanfiction about the Egyptian, Roman, and Nose gods xD} we've been talking about them. Seems that the Romans were more brutal then you would think. Poor Octavius, I can never look at him the same. But it has inspired great ideas for the gods…Oh ho-ho!)

Anyway! I'll stop wasting your time. Review please!