Disclaimer: If I owned this, I would be living on the moon in a palace made of chocolate and the trees in my garden would grow cherry pie. ...Yeah, I wish it was real too.

-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 than 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'd like to point out that I totally rushed the last chapter. Originally, this was going to be the other half of Ch. 20, but since I hadn't posted anything new in like five months I decided to cut it short. For some reason, I love the concept of Horus and Anubis arguing over something with Ahk stuck in the middle, people looking at him like he's crazy because only he can see his brothers. XD Lawl I love it.

Anyway, I know you guys are probably mad at me for not updating in like FOREVER, and I am SO SORRY! But I'm at the place where I started TGM (my Grandma's house in NJ), so hopefully I'll be able to channel some of my old inspiration for this story that I originally had. :D Wish me luck!

But what I've always liked best is when he talked about having no memory. No memory of things he'd just done a second before. Good or bad. Because memory is time folding back on itself. To remember is to disengage from the present.

-Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

A low CRASH woke Viola from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and she yawned, slowly sitting up in her bed. She heard the sound again, sighed angrily as she hopped out of bed.

She knew that sound. That was the sound of the garbage cans in the front yard getting knocked over. It happened every time a group of Bonnie's friends snuck over to tepee their house. Bonnie, not being the one who had to clean it up, laughed at the whole thing and congratulated her friends in the morning. Viola, who always had to help her mother clean it up, was not a fan of this prank.

A few times, she had gone outside and scared away Bonnie's friends because they thought that she was Mrs. Miller herself. Either that, or they were scared of catching Viola's 'uncoolness'.

Bare feet padding across the hallway floor, Viola yawned again before opening up the hall closet and grabbing a baseball bat from inside. She threw it over her shoulder, and as she passed Bonnie's room, she glared briefly at the door.

"I 'ma kill 'um," Viola muttered sleepily, her words slurring together. "God fear 'ta nerdy lil sister."

She dragged her feet down the hallway and into the entry way of the house. The girl opened the door, and blinked rapidly when she flipped on the porch light. Once her eyes adjusted, she scanned the front lawn for the human-shaped shadows.

Viola was puzzled, however, when she found none. She ran her fingers though her hair and passed it off as a dream. Or, at least, she was going to, but then she heard a CLANK!

Now more awake then before, Viola swallowed and clutched the baseball bat with both hands. She gathered up her courage and slowly stepped off the front porch and began walking around the house to the backyard.

Viola's throat went dry. What if it was a robber? What if he had a gun? Or (even worse), what if it was a ninja? (Had she been in her right mind, she would have known better than a ninja, but Viola only being half-awake made the possibility's endless.)

Creeping around the side of the house, the freckled girl peeked over the corner. What she saw, defiantly wasn't a ninja.

In fact, with Viola's hazy mind, she wasn't exactly sure what it was. It seemed to be a hybrid; it had the head and body of a spotted leopard, but the neck and tail of a snake. It was as big as a school bus, it's neck longer than the length of it's body, and the tail about half of that. It was using one of it's huge paws to sort through a pile of her father's metal hardware tools. Viola looked over to the work shed, wondering how the monster had got inside, only to see that the small shack had been demolished, the roof torn completely off.

"What the hell...?" breathed Viola. The creature's ears pricked up and it's eyes flicked over to her.

Now, very awake and frightened, Viola pulled her head back around the corner and pressed her back up against the side of the house. Her hands, which were still holding the baseball bat, became sweaty.

How did that thing even get in her yard? Viola didn't know and she didn't want to know. She swallowed and bit her lip. Viola peered once more around the corner, just to see if the monster had truly heard her or if she had just imagined it's eyes lock on her.

She was wrong. It had heard her. And when she looked around the corner, it was right there.

Viola dropped the bat, shrieked, and ran around it into the yard. The beast turned followed her, somewhat trotting, it's head bobbing left and right. It was playing with her, Viola realized.

Didn't one of her neighbor's hear it? Wouldn't they notice an giant half leopard, half snake in her yard?

But no one else saw Apep..., thought Viola. Realization dawned on her and she cursed. Oh shit!

The hybrid made a deep noise from the back of it's throat. If Viola didn't know any better, she would have said that it was purring. It was purring as it chased her around her backyard. Great.

Viola ran left and right, but it kept moving it's paws in front of her, almost like a cat trapping a mouse. Panic and fear bubbled up in her chest and Viola shouted the first god's name that came into her mind.

"HORUS!"

CRACK.

"What?" asked the god. He was leaning against a tree a few feet behind the creature, his muscular arm's crossed in front of his chest.

"Are you NOT seeing that snake...lion...thing in front of you?" cried Viola, running left in order to dodge a paw. Horus looked perfectly at ease, if not even a little bit amused.

"Ok, first of all, it's a Serpopard—serpent and leopard, not lion," he clarified, holding up a finger.

"Well excuse me for not knowing the details on the creatures that chase me," Viola snapped and screamed again when this time the Serpopard's head came down closer to her and snapped it's jaws.

"You should. I mean, what kind of idiot dates a three thousand year old Pharaoh, has immunity, smells like that, and doesn't know Egyptian History?" scoffed Horus, pushing off the tree. "Back to what I was saying—second, quit running like that. Even though the leopard's the head, the snake senses the movement."

Viola obeyed, and froze in her spot.

"Alright, I'm not moving. Now can you please get rid of it?" Viola begged in what was barely more then a whisper.

Horus cocked his head. He actually looked amused. "Why should I?"

"Because it wants to KILL ME and Thoth said—"

"Pfft. Four Eyes says a lot of stuff. Actually I think he doesn't even know what he's saying half the time. It just kind of comes out of his mouth like word throw-up. Besides," Horus said, suddenly plopping down on the ground Indian-style, "I'm fine where I am."

"Well, that 'word throw-up' kinda promised that I wouldn't die!" shouted Viola, anger rising in her chest along with the panic and fear. Horus just looked at her and grinned in a way that reminded Viola of the Cheshire cat, the scar underneath his left eye crinkling in the process.

Then, the Serpopard swung its head down next to Viola again and let loose an almighty roar that made Viola's ears ring. It brought it's paw down again, and this time it landed on her right foot. Viola shrieked in pain and tears sprung to her eyes.

Horus quickly stood, hooked his thumb and middle finger in his mouth, and whistled loudly. The Serpopard turned it's head around to look at him.

"Aqui, gatito gatito!" he called, patting his thighs with his hands. The Serpopard's snake-tongue flickered out of its mouth before it bounded over to Horus.

Viola groaned when the pressure on her foot was released. Her knees shook and she fell backwards on the ground. Her toes were sticking out at odd angles and her foot looked completely flattened. She felt woozy just looking at it, so she shut her eyes. It didn't really help, nor did the blast of cold air which slapped her in the face.

Horus simply stood there until the creature was just about to pounce. When the Serpopard lunged at him, the god leapt out of the way at the last second. Behind him, there was a open portal. The creature ran straight into the swirling abyss, which disappeared promptly after that.

Horus strolled calmly over to Viola, who was still in extreme pain.

"You alright?" he asked.

"Does it look like I'm alright?" hissed Viola, opening her eyes to glare at him.

"Mmmm, not really. Your foot kinda looks crushed—"

Viola groaned loudly and snapped her eyes shut. "Don't remind me."

Horus smirked and grabbed her ankle. "Hang on a second."

Viola quietly gasped when a light tingling feeling spread from her ankle into her foot. She opened her eyes and watched as the bones in her foot righted themselves.

"Serpopard's aren't really good at causing destruction," explained Horus. "They're just really awesome pets."

"Pets?" repeated Viola, her eyes not leaving her healing foot.

"Yeah. My kid's got one."

Now that made Viola's eyes snap up to look at Horus's face. "You have a kid?"

Horus nodded once and let go of her ankle. The tingling feeling left her almost instantly and Viola's foot felt normal again.

"That's what happens when you knock up a love goddess," shrugged Horus, standing. He looked down at her and grinned. "Now can you walk back inside on your own, or do you want me to carry you?"

Viola was walking to the museum when her phone rang. She glanced at her phone. Rose was calling her. Without hesitation, she answered the call and was greeted by her friend's voice.

"Hey Vi," said Rose, "you wanna come over tonight to watch a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon?"

"Sorry Rose," replied Viola, "I can't tonight. I'm going to the Natural History Museum."

"The museum?" repeated Rose. It sounded like she was frowning. "Why? I mean, I know you're a nerd and everything, but come on! It's Johnny Depp!"

"Well, I feel loved," said Viola sarcastically. "And it's not like that. I've got a...a friend who works there as a volunteer and I haven't seen him in a while, so—"

Viola winced when Rose squealed on the other end of the line.

"A boy? Viola Miller, are you two-timing Jessie? Omigod—you've got that kid at the museum and that hot guy in the mall! God, how is it that you barely put yourself out there and you get all the men, and us women who work hard get absolutely nothing?"

Viola rolled her eyes. "Rose, I've told you once, and I'll tell you again—the guy at the mall is not with me. He's not even my friend. In fact, I'm pretty sure he hates me. And I'm not two-timing Jessie with Ahk!"

"Ahk?"

Viola stopped walking and cursed silently, stamping her foot on the concrete. "Um, yeah—you know, the pharaoh Ahkmenrah? Well he plays him at the museum. He takes it really seriously and once he's in character than he doesn't answer to his normal name," said Viola quickly, dreading the question that she knew Rose would ask next.

"What's his real name?"

"Umm..."

As if an answer to her prayers, her phone beeped, indicating that she had another call. She pulled it away from her ear and looked at the caller ID.

"Hey, Jessie's calling me," Viola informed her.

"He is? Oh, that guy is so sweet—he calls you all the time! I wish I had a guy like that—"

"Rose, I have to hang up now," said Viola.

"Fine! But I'm gonna meet you at the museum!"

"Rose, I don't think that would be—" Viola tried to say, but Rose had already hung up on her. Sighing, Viola shook her head and answered Jessie's call.

"Hey Jessie," greeted Viola.

"Hey yourself," replied Jessie cheerily. "Listen, I don't know if you're busy or anything tonight, but I was thinking that maybe we could go to like a movie or something."

Viola smiled softly, her fingers finding the necklace he gave her. "I really wish I could, but I'm actually going to the Natural History Museum tonight."

"Really?" asked Jessie. His voice sounded surprisingly...happy for being blown off.

"Yeah, really," Viola confirmed, biting her lip. She felt bad for not seeing Ahkmenrah as much as she should, since his family consistently saved her from certain death via various monsters. However, she really, really liked Jessie and didn't like to let him down. "I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's cool. Ok, well I guess I'll talk to you soon then."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Viola had no idea why he sounded so cheerful, but she didn't want to dwell on it. Tonight, she wanted to be with Ahkmenrah, and that was that.

Once a month, Teddy would have a scavenger hunt for the kids who visited the museum. It was great; he would hide certain artifacts in certain places and the kids had to use the clues that some of the other exhibits gave them. Sacajawea, Columbus, and even Lewis and Clark—who normally spent their nights arguing over how to draw a map of the museum for the visitors—participated. It was a great hit with the kids, so naturally there were a lot of them in the lobby tonight.

This also meant that Larry was working overtime trying to rally them up. Even though McPhee knew that the exhibits were 'electronic', that still didn't stop him from freaking out whenever someone climbed on Rexy. And Rexy, being the skeletal nightmare that he was, wagged his tail and looked excitedly at the children, happy for all the attention they were giving him.

"All right kids, come on, Mr. Roosevelt is about ready to start the scavenger hunt—NO REXY, don't pick them up!"

Just above him was Ahkmenrah, who was watching the chaos from the balcony. Unbeknown to everyone else around him, he wasn't alone. To his right was Anubis, leaning backwards against the railing, and to his left was Horus, who was watching Larry with amusement.

"That poor guy," chuckled Horus. "Someone needs to give him a raise."

"Someone needs to get him fired," said Anubis. "He knows how to work the Tablet and he's seen the Underworld!"

"Oh c'mon," said Horus. "The guy is a freaking genius. I could have never thought of that Cube of Rubik thing. I still think we should make one of those. How awesome would that be? And besides, he looked at your face and didn't run away screaming. I think that counts as something."

"This is coming from the guy who has a huge scar underneath his left eye?"

"Hey man, chicks dig battle scars."

Anubis rolled his eyes and muttered a "Whatever". Grinning in triumph, Horus turned his attention back on Larry. Ahkmenrah ignored them both for two reasons.

One was because only he could see them. If the gods didn't want to be seen by the mortals, then they weren't seen by the mortals. He would look quite strange, having a conversation with his brothers when no one else could see them.

Two was because he was desperately wishing for Viola to walk through the museum doors. He hadn't seen her in a few days. He understood her problem with coming every night—she had to sleep, after all—but he had never wanted anything more than her before in his life. He wanted to see her eyes, her smile; he wanted to hear her voice, listen to her laugh; he wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to never let her go.

But, much to his disappointment, she wasn't here. Ahkmenrah must have said it out loud, because both gods turned their heads and looked at him.

"Who, that Viola chick?" asked Horus, his brow furrowing.

"I really wish you would stop talking about her," said Anubis. "It's bad enough that we're letting her live."

"Hey now," interjected Horus, "don't be an insensitive jerky jerk."

"I'm not," snapped Anubis, but Horus went on.

"It's clear that our little Ahkie has a thing for Viola—which I don't mind at all, 'cause she's really cute. But she's also really brittle, so be careful not to break her when you—"

"Horus!" hissed Anubis.

"What?" asked Horus. Anubis gave him a look and Horus's brow furrowed. "Wait," he said, looked at Ahkmenrah, "are meaning to tell me that you haven't done it yet?"

"Done what?" asked Ahk innocently. Horus opened his mouth, but got cut off.

"Nothing," interjected Anubis quickly. "Nothing at all. And nothing we should tell you about right now."

"Damn," muttered Horus, "this changes everything." He began to pace back and forth in front of them, Ahkmenrah and Anubis watching him as he ranted. "I mean, I don't know what's wrong with you. You're foreign, you're royalty, you're pretty filled out and you're defiantly not bad looking," Horus said, holding up a finger for every thing he counted. He stopped pacing and looked at Ahk quizzically. "You do have that boyish look though. How old are you anyways, like sixteen?"

As strange as it sounded, Ahkmenrah had no idea how old he was. Perhaps it was because he had been alive for so long after his death. Besides, he really didn't have to worry about age; it wasn't like he would ever grow any older than the state he was in now. Mentally, yes, but physically, no.

"Nineteen," said Anubis flatly. "He's nineteen."

Ahkmenrah found himself nodding. Yes, nineteen sounded about right in his mind.

"What if you tried growing a beard," offered Horus. "Dude, you could be like Mick Jagger!"

Anubis clapped his hand to his forehead. Ahkmenrah was a bit confused.

"Maybe it's that skirt...," muttered Horus, holding his hand under his chin in a thoughtful expression.

"I think you're overreacting," said Anubis. "Just because you're a sex addict doesn't mean that everyone else is."

"Dude, you have no room to talk," said Horus, taking his hand off his chin and pointing at Anubis. "You knocked up Anna. So shut up."

"What?" snapped Anubis, his shoulder's tensing, his eyes flashing. "Who told you that?"

"I know stuff," Horus shrugged.

"You gossipy bitch!"

"What are you talking about?" asked Ahkmenrah. The both glared at each other for a moment before the paler of the two broke the silence.

"Nothing," hissed Anubis though his teeth. He went back to the balcony. With one hand he held the railing with one hand, his knuckles turning white and used the other hand to pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Ahkmenrah didn't think that it was 'nothing' because Anubis kept sending Horus death glares.

However, the warrior god ignored him and looked curiously at Ahk.

"Say 'talking' again," said Horus.

"...Why?"

"Just say it."

"Talking."

"Oh my god!"

"What now?" groaned Anubis, covering his face with his hand.

"He's got a British accent!" cried Horus, now pointing at Ahk. "How the hell did he get a British accent?"

"Cambridge," answered Ahkmenrah.

"We considered calling you, but you were in Rio—" Anubis started.

"Oh gods, I don't even remember Rio," said Horus, rolling his eyes. "Although I think there was a gypsy, a spoon, and an exploding donkey."

"What?" said both Ahkmenrah and Anubis at the same time.

Horus shrugged, ignoring the strange looks they were giving him. "Eh, you're right. I can't remember."

"I worry about you sometimes," stated Anubis.

"You do?" exclaimed Horus, grinning. He grabbed his brother in a crushing hug. "I knew you loved me!"

"Don't touch me! Horus, get off!" said Anubis, struggling to get out of the warrior god's grasp. Ahkmenrah turned his attention away from his bickering brothers and looked back down at the crowds. His face lit up instantly when he saw Viola walk though the doors and push her way through the crowds.

"Oh hey, there's Viola," Horus commented, letting go of Anubis. The death god shoved Horus away from him and looked down where she was.

"Great," he muttered sarcastically. "Come and get me when she's being chased by something."

Viola stood on her toes, trying to find Ahkmenrah's familiar figure. There was a whole bunch of kids all over the place. Some of them were even taller than her, which Viola thought was quite sad.

She turned her eyes upwards to the balcony. Ahkmenrah always seemed to be up there. She smiled when she saw him. She was about to wave, shout, or do something that would indicate that she had seen him when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

Guessing it was Rose, Viola turned her head and was going to shoo her away, but instead of seeing her red haired friend, she saw Jessie. Before she could react, Jessie leaned forward and kissed her.

Above them, the three royal's eye's widened. Horus was the first to verbally react.

"Oh shit."

A/n: I've been waiting for this chapter. Lol anyone call for more Jealous!Ahk? Oh, wait, that's right, I did! Hopefully I'll update sooner! Have a happy 4th of July! Please review!