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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: Due do my obsession with this story, I have begun to get an annoying idea of doing a sort of prequel/spinoff thing of when Isis, Thoth, Set, Osiris, and Nephthys were all growing up. Lol but as funny as it seems, dude, it is SO ANNOYING. You know you've gone crazy when characters in your head ask questions, and you answer them out loud, and then your friends stare at you like your some kind of freak.

I also apologize for the long Ahy drabble. But hey, we needed to see what he was doing this whole entire time, right? (Also, the song is Pyromania by Cascada. It was actually that very song and music video that helped me form this plot while it was still floating around in my head. So of course Ahy has to dance to it lol.) And as you can tell from this chapter, Ahy has a short attention span. XD

"Why?" she asked innocently. "We can see them. We can hear them. Why shouldn't they feel us?"

-Tonya Hurley, Ghostgirl

Ahy was hanging upside-down off Teresa and Jim's couch, his bare feet sticking up straight in the air, his large eyes locked on the TV. The young god was flipping through channels so fast that, had he been a mortal, he wouldn't have any idea what he was seeing.

Actually, he still didn't understand half of what was going on around him. Those weird colored chariots - Mother had called them cars - were making strange sounds outside the apartment window. Mother and Aunt Sekky went out to do...something that involved Sulipica, that strange male mortal who kept referring to Sulipica as Viola and Chinatown. Whatever that was.

Hathor had been reluctant to let him stay in the apartment by himself. ("He could start a fire, or open a portal, or just become stupid from being exposed to all those mortal shows on TV!") Sekhmet had eventually coaxed her into leaving. (And by 'coaxed', he meant that his Aunt had threatened her.)

Ahy sighed rather loudly and dropped the remote. He flipped right-side up on the couch, and sat Indian style. To his left was Jim and Teresa, both of them sitting perfectly still, neither blinking, both grinning in a way that was starting to look creepy. No matter what Ahy did, he could never get a reaction out of either of them.

Weird.

Not only that, but he couldn't get Foofy to come out from under the bed. At one point, Ahy had suspended the bed in midair, but the cat hissed and nearly attacked his leg.

He wasn't allowed to go back to the Underworld due to the fact that Ra and Isis were there. He wasn't allowed to leave the apartment because apparently he would get overwhelmed in the mortal world.

But the Overworld was so cool! They had cars and oddly shaped boats and strange fashion trends and music and houses and all kinds of other things. Ahy loved it all, but the fact that he was disguised as a mortal both disgusted and intrigued him.

Hopping off the couch, Ahy lead himself down the hall and into Jim and Teresa's bedroom. Foofy was still hissing underneath the bed. The young god got on the bed, flipped upside down and leaned down off the edge of the bed so he could see Foofy's large eyes glowing in the dark. Being a god, Ahy could see in the dark, but Foofy's eyes still seemed to glow.

"Bast wouldn't like you, you know," Ahy told the cat. Foofy cocked his tiny head. When it came to mentioning an animal's godly sire, they somehow knew what you were talking about.

A half-grin appeared on Ahy's perfect face, and he swung upwards. The effect made the bed underneath him bounce slightly.

Confused and curious, Ahy stood up on the bed. The softness of the mattress made it hard to keep balance on the bed, but he managed to keep his footing. Well, he kept his footing for about three seconds. Then he fell backwards and landed on the bed, but the force caused him to bounce up in the air for a moment.

Ahy caught on. He got back up and started jumping on the bed. Foofy meowed and bolted out from under the bed. The god didn't notice. While bouncing, he noticed that there was a large black...something on the top shelf of Jim's dresser. It was high up, and when merely standing on the floor, you couldn't see it. It looked like speakers were attached to it.

Ahy jumped off the bed and walked over to the dresser. It was too high, even with him being as tall as he was. So with a CRACK, he teleported into the kitchen, grabbed a chair from the dining room table, and teleported back just as fast. Ahy put the chair next to the dresser and stood on it.

The black something with speakers was in fact a stereo. Ahy cocked his head. Quickly hopping off the chair and grabbing the CDs that Mother had given him earlier to make remixes of, he returned to the stereo and popped the CD in. Ahy pressed the play button. He nearly jumped - a song started blaring out of the speakers.

Pyro Pyromania ma ma ma mania
Pyro Pyromania ma ma ma mania

That was an odd way to start off a song. A new voice started singing.

Call me obsessed
Call me insane
Something is creeping through my veins
My eyes cannot see
What's underneath
I can't stop and you can't stop me

Ahy recognized the female voice. What was it? Casey? Cassie? No...Cascada! That was it! Hopping off the chair once more, he returned it to the dining room table, the song echoing throughout the whole entire apartment. Teresa and Jim - who were still sitting on the couch - didn't seem to be bothered at all with the loud music.

I'm gonna get this fire started
Impossible for you to breath
The temperatures rising up

Up, so hot
Cause I'm burning up

After putting the chair back, Ahy's attention was grabbed once again when he noticed a large open red package of what looked like incomplete ropes. In large white bubble letters, the word Twizzlers was written on it.

Pyromania
Pyromania ow
Pyromania
Ah ah ow
Pyromania
Pyromania ow
Ow ow owww

Ahy grabbed one of the twizzlers out of the bag. It wasn't a rope, it was too flimsy, and the ends were smushed together. It wasn't very long, it was red, and it smelled...weird. The god pulled on it, and it ripped in half. It wasn't very strong. What did mortals do with these things, anyway?

Pyromania
Pyromania ow
Pyromania
Ah ah ow
Pyromania
Pyromania ow
Ow ow owww

Not knowing what else to do, Ahy stuck one half of the twizzler in his mouth. It tasted like flour and artificial flavoring and cornstarch and salt and rubber and strawberry and sugar. But the strangest thing was was that he seemed to like it. So the young god put the other half into his mouth.

Pyro Pyromania ma ma mania
Pyro Pyromania ma ma mania

By the gods these things were great! Ahy grabbed another and shoved it in his mouth. He almost felt giddy. No, he felt jittery, like he had too much energy. The humans must use these for energy bursts or something, because Ahy suddenly felt like he could run around the world and get back before Mother noticed! (Well...technically, he could do that anyway, but still.)

I must confess
A thousand degrees
Bring out the beast inside of me
Don't be afraid
Go into the place
It's gonna melt your fears away

Ahy just grabbed the whole entire package of twizzlers and ran back to the bedroom.

I'm gonna get this fire started
Impossible for you to breath
The temperatures rising up

Up, so hot
And I'm burning up

Jumping on the bed with newfound hyperactivity, Ahy found himself laughing like a deranged person while doing back flips in mid-air.

Pyromania
Pyromania ow
Pyromania
Ah ah ow
Pyromania
Pyromania ow
Ow ow owww

Don't you see me burning up?

Pyromania
Pyromania ow
Pyromania
Ah ah ow
Pyromania
Pyromania ow
Ow ow owww

It was official: the mortals were awesome.

Heat it, heat it up up

Pyro Pyromania ma ma mania
Pyro Pyromania ma ma ma mania

Ahy leaped off the bed and went back over to Jim's dresser. If the mortals had such great music and energy snacks, then what else did they have? Opening drawer after drawer, Ahy found Jim's odd fashion style a bit, well, odd. Ahy pulled out one of Jim's police jackets. Jogging into the bathroom, Ahy slipped on the jacket.

Soon as the fire is running wild
I will surrender to Fahrenheit
And I don't want to apologize
It's getting hot and I'm burning up

Posing in front of that blasted mirror thing was fun, but making faces was even funner. The face on the other side of the mirror looked exactly like him, even though he was out here. Ahy made a scary face and tried to scare it, but all it did was copy him. Ahy wished that he had an animal half, like his Father or Uncle Anubis.

Pyromania
Pyromania ow
Pyromania
Ah ah ow
Pyromania
Pyromania ow
Ow ow owww

Bounding back into the bedroom, Ahy took off the jacket and kept going through Jim's dresser until he found an aqua colored shirt that he liked. Swapping it for the white one that he was currently wearing, Ahy was sure that Jim - being in his current state - wouldn't mind. Of course, because Ahy was smaller then Jim, he had to magically shrink the shirt.

Heat it, heat it up up

Pyromania
Pyromania ow
Pyromania
Ah ah ow
Pyromania
Pyromania ow
Ow ow owww

The song ended just as Ahy had changed from his jeans into a pair of plaid shorts. His hair was now messy due to the shirt tussling it, but Ahy didn't care.

Someone knocked on the front door. The young god grabbed a few more twizzlers and padded through the apartment to the door. When he opened it, he was staring into the furious face of his Aunt.

"What the hell?" Sekhmet demanded. She pushed past Ahy into the apartment, Hathor following. "We're trying to blend in with the mortals, and that means no blaring the stereo!"

Hathor shut the door and looked Ahy over. "You changed your outfit," the blonde noted. "Hmm...aqua isn't your best color."

"Dammit Hathor! Stop encouraging him!"

"Oh give it a rest," said a new voice. All three god's heads snapped over to the couch, where a blonde and bored looking Loki was lounging. "You can't stop him from getting curious."

"Loki!" cried Ahy in delight. The young god ran around his mother and aunt to the Norse. Loki stood so Ahy could hug him.

"Hey kid," said Loki, grinning down at Ahy and ruffling his black hair. Ahy had just let go of Loki when Sekhmet had pointed the sword at the Norse's throat. Loki balked, and fell backward onto the couch. Ahy cried out in surprise and made a move towards Loki, but Hathor grabbed him round the chest. Sekhmet's eyes were narrowed into slits. Glowing, red slits.

"Hey, hey, hey! Watch it! I come in peace!" said Loki quickly, his green eyes wide, his hands in the air as a motion of surrender.

"Why are you here?" Sekhmet asked icily.

"Hardly anyone's on your side of the Underworld," Loki said. "Ra and Isis are getting suspicious."

"And they just happened to send you?" challenged Sekhmet.

"No," said Loki, and the sword got closer to his neck. "I came on my own account! I got curious! Can you please get that off me now?"

Sekhmet eyed the god, then took the sword off his throat. However, she didn't sheath it, and her eyes were still narrowed, but no longer glowing. Loki scrambled up from the couch.

"Besides, how stupid would I be if I came here where there's three Egyptians? One of you smells bad enough, but three-"

"You're pushing it," Sekhmet growled.

"And if we're discussing stenches, I'd like to point out that you don't exactly smell like a basket of roses yourself," said Hathor.

"I'm not getting into this with you, blondie," said Loki, "because it's not worth it." Sekhmet rolled her eyes. "Whatever you two are trying to pull off, you aren't very stealthy about it."

"Who said that we were trying to pull something off?" asked Sekhmet.

"Didn't you just hear me? No one's in the Underworld. You know just as well as I do that that isn't normal. I figured that you two had tried to recruit the rest of the gods off into something."

"Well we didn't recruit them, and we're not trying to pull anything off," lied Hathor, letting go of Ahy. Ahy's eyes shifted rapidly between his mother, aunt, and Loki, but this time he kept his mouth shut.

"Then I would have a pretty good explanation for when your king and queen get here," said Loki. The twin goddesses exchanged glances. Sekhmet took a threatening step closer to the Norse.

"I suggest that you leave before I make you," she snapped. Loki held his hands up in the air again.

"Ok-"

"Aww, does he have to leave now?" asked Ahy, coming to stand next to Loki. Sekhmet and Hathor looked at each other again. Ahy could tell that they were talking telepathically again - it made him feel left out. But, he supposed, that they needed to do such because of Loki being here. Apparently, Ahy's family didn't get along with the Norse and Roman gods, which he didn't understand at all.

"Ahy," Hathor said eventually, "Why don't you show Loki around the city?"

Keep him busy and out of the way, Sekhmet said in his head.

Ahy grinned and nodded. "Yeah!"

A half-grin was on Loki's face, but it had a tint of wickedness in it that Ahy didn't notice.

"Ladies," Loki nodded before teleporting with Ahy out of the room.

"Loki's right," Hathor said as soon as her son and the Norse were gone. "As much as we wish it wasn't, he's got a point. If no one's in the Underworld because their helping us, then of course Ra and Isis are gonna get suspicious!"

"Fucking bastard," Sekhmet muttered, staring at the spot where Loki was moments ago. "It's gonna smell like Norse in here for days. How the hell did he even cross the border?"

"Hello? Did you not just hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah, I did," said Sekhmet, waving her hand in the air. She started pacing. "If Ra and Isis get anymore suspicious, then they'll come here. If they come here, then they'll figure out what we're doing. If they figure out what we're doing, then Isis will save the half-blood and Ra will destroy my scepter for good." Sekhmet rounded her twin. "And if he destroys it and all this was for nothing, then so help me I'll...I'll..." Sekhmet struggled for something to say, then snapped her fingers. "I'll kill Horus."

Hathor gasped and glared at her sister, but she couldn't hide the fear in her eyes. "You wouldn't even-"

"You know I would and I will. So we need to think of something or else the next time you see your hubby it'll be three thousand years from now."

The blonde opened her mouth, shut it, opened it, then shut it again before crossing her arms over her chest and pouting.

"I hate it when you pull the warrior goddess card," Hathor muttered.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a bitch, tell me something that I don't know. Now shut up and help me think."

It was official - Jessie was in love. He had taken Viola out to lunch, walked around Chinatown with her, and now they had made their way to the Upper Bay Harbor boardwalk. The sun had just set, and there were eerie reflections of light dancing across the bay's water. The Statue of Liberty was noticeable in the distance, due to it being lit up by floodlights.

And even in the dark, Viola's eyes seemed to shine. They looked like sapphires, only a thousand times more gorgeous. And that was only her eyes. The rest of her body was clad in jeans, a red tank top, and a black jacket that sort of gave her a punk rocker look. She must have curled her black hair recently or something, because it was wavy.

Viola leaned back against the railing of the boardwalk. Jessie stood in front of her.

"Today was...nice," she commented.

"Nice?" Jessie repeated, mocking her tone. "How about, great, or awesome because you got to hang out with an epic boyfriend?"

Viola held her hand above her eyes and peered around in the dark. "Where's he?" She tried to act serious but she burst out in a fit of giggles.

"You're making me feel bad," Jessie pouted.

"Aww, I'm sorry. Want me to kiss you to make it all better?" asked Viola.

"Yes please," Jessie said eagerly. Viola hadn't actually thought that he would say yes, she she let out a muffled eep when he closed the distance between them. When he broke away, she was blushing. God, she looked so cute when she blushed. It made her freckles stand out.

"I may need some more convincing," said Jessie. Viola cracked a grin and pulled him back down to her by the collar of his shirt.

"Have you ever been to a Walmart before, kid?" asked Loki. Ahy shook his head no.

Despite the fact that Ahy was supposed to lead Loki away, it seemed to be the other way around. The two of them were at the entrance of Walmart, Loki pulling out a single shopping cart away from the rest. He gestured to it for Ahy, who's eyes were as large as spheres.

"The mortals use these things for transportation. What you do is you get in, then I'll push you, and you've gotta steer all over the store." A complete lie, of course, but the Egyptians would believe anything. Epically that Loki was merely 'curious'. True, he hadn't been lying about Ra and Isis getting suspicious and about the Underworld being almost baron, but he was hardly ever curious.

But he was hanging out with Ahy because, well, quite frankly the kid was fun. Plus, he was so naive it was adorable. Almost like his idiot of a father, Horus.

"Are you sure?" asked Ahy, eying the cart and glancing over his shoulder at the mortals who were using them as actual carts. Ah, and there was the common sense of his mother.

"Positive. Hey, have I ever lied to you?" asked Loki, putting his hands on the Egyptian's shoulders. Ahy looked at him and shook his head no again. Loki grinned; so Horus was more of an influence on his kid, eh? Just wait until Thor heard about this!

"Well alrightly then. Now c'mon, hop in," said Loki. Ahy shrugged and obeyed, jumping into the cart in a way that wasn't humanly possible. The blonde wheeled Ahy into the store, then broke out into a run. The boy Egyptian clutched the edges of the cart at first, but then threw up his hands like he was in some kind of a roller coaster. Loki took a few more strides, then let go of the cart, and watched it wheel off uncontrollably. It rounded a corner and went out of Loki's sight.

However, he could still hear the sound of the crash and angry mortal's yelling.

Causing chaos at Walmart.

The perfect pastime for any god of mischief.

Viola liked hanging out with Jessie.

When she was around him, Ahkmenrah's family was no where in sight. And - for that matter - neither was Loki or any other supernatural being.

This was why she had asked Jessie to drive her home. She was too tired to go to the museum tonight. She needed a good night's sleep, and while doing so, she could avoid the gods!

Yay!

Viola glanced at Jessie, then down at their clasped hands. Jessie had held her hand for the whole entire day. He seemed to be getting serious. It wasn't that she wasn't interested - because she was - it was just that it was that damn half of her that wanted to be holding Ahkmenrah's hand instead of Jessie's.

Viola told that half to stuff it, and she intertwined her fingers with Jessie's.

Sekhmet was still pacing, and a few items in the apartment had been thrown out the window in the process of her musings. Hathor was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed, her slender and perfectly manicured hands together in her lap. It wasn't that she wasn't thinking, it was that she was thinking about something else.

Or rather, someone else.

It wasn't fair that Sekhmet was threatening Horus. After all, he was perfect. She could still imagine him - sandy hair that looked adorable when it fell into his eyes, perfectly tanned skin, muscular like a bodybuilder, a broad chest—

Oh who was she kidding, she was still in love with him. Damn it! As if it was enough to be related to him, but then he resembled that idiot half-blood Kahmunrah...

Thinking of Kahmunrah made Hathor think of Ahkmenrah, and how he was always somehow favored above his elder brother. (Set and Osiris were the same way when they were growing up. Huh, maybe it ran in the family or something.)

Thinking of Ahkmenrah made Hathor think of Anubis, and how he was so overprotective of his little half-mortal brother. Of course, he never showed it on the outside, but on the inside, if someone gave the young Pharaoh the wrong kind of look, then the jackal god would be at their throat within a second. Hathor supposed that it was because of how overprotective Anubis was with Annaliese.

Thinking of Annaliese made Hathor think of how happy Anubis was when he was with his Anna. He would actually smile and joke. But ever since Sekhmet killed her it all went downhill from there.

Thinking of Annaliese's demise made Hathor think of something else. This something else caused her to get an idea. The blonde stood, smiling, and said to her sister,

"I've got an idea."

A/n: Dun dun dun! Hathor got an idea! And yay, somewhat of a backstory! ...eh...How do you like my (wait for it) godly drabble? XD lolol Wow I'm such a nerd. I literally was so lost on this story, but then everybody else starting updating their stories and I thought, crap! So then I woke up this morning and wrote a good 7 pages. AND I saw Yogi Bear with my friend Abby! Talk about multitasking!

By the way, don't see Yogi Bear unless your 10 and below. It's funny when you're hyper. Not so much when you're not.

Merry Christmas! Review please!