Disclaimer: I don't own Night at the Museum or any of the characters and historical figures used in it. I only own Viola.

We didn't arrive at the Smithsonian until later on in the afternoon. I let Dad sleep in, which he wasn't exactly happy about when he woke up at half past one, and spent my time texting Nick and listening to my iPod. Dad was mad at me for letting him sleep that late, but I argued that if he actually slept that long, he really needed it.

Anyways, when we arrived at Smithsonian Dad quickly called Nick, "Okay, buddy, McPhee said the Federal Archives are in the Smithsonian. Where exactly am I going?" I stuck close to dad as we made our way through the crowds of people. Even though I wanted to stop and look at all the exhibits I saw, I really didn't feel like getting lost among the huge crowds of people in a place as big as the Smithsonian.

Dad got off the phone with Nick and we walked in silence. He was thinking of a plan as we went, I was sure of that, but what I would give to know what his plan was. We walked past many of the buildings like the Art Museum and the Smithsonian Castle but we ended up in the Air and Space part of the institution.

I followed Dad as we made our way through the Air and Space building. It was very crowded, which gave me the chance to glance up at some of the exhibits featured there. The first one that caught my eye was the model of the first plane ever flown by the Wright Brothers in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. This brought back the nostalgia of my childhood obsession with the twelve second first flight, and how I though it was amazing that they were able to do that when everyone doubted them. I then caught glimpses of several rockets, a rather large red plane, and a model of a monkey named Able in a spacesuit.

I accidentally bumped into Dad when he stopped abruptly right in front of me. After muttering my apology to him, I head him call out to someone, "Hi, excuse me. Could you tell me how to get to the Federal Archives?"

I stepped to the side to see who he was talking to. He had stopped a lady who was a member of the personal of the Smithsonian who was giving a tour. I rolled my eyes and hoped that this wasn't part of his actual plan. It was so typical of him though, he always had a hard time remaining inconspicuous!

"Of course; just be a historical document worthy of storing for all eternity. I'm kidding. He's not a document." This somehow got the people on the tour to laugh, I just seriously thought it was a bad joke on her part. The lady then continued, "I'm sorry, sir, the Archives are underground, and they're a secure area."

"Really? Like, totally secure?" The lady nodded, and Dad quickly replied, "Okay, thank you." We quickly got away from the tour group and made our way outside.

When we were outside and walking away from the Air and Space building, I quickly asked Dad, "That was your plan?"

"Still working on it," Came his quick reply.

We walked through the Art museum as Dad continued formulating his plan, and I followed along beside him. It was hard for me to not stop and look at the exhibits, but Dad was walking so fast that I would have lost him in a mere ten seconds if I did stop. From the Art Museum we went to the Smithsonian Castle, which was filled with historical artifacts and stunning works of stain glass windows.

It was getting around closing time for the museum as we walked through the Smithsonian Castle. As we walked through room with this huge Egyptian artifact in the center, that actually looked like it could hold Ahkmenrah's tablet, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I glanced around the room, then nudged Dad's arm.

"Creeper at ten o'clock," I whispered to him as I motioned over to the creepy, heavy-set security guard who had been checking me out ever since we walked into this room of the Castle. Dad grinned, "Viola, you're a genius!"

I was honestly puzzled at Dad's reaction, and the security guard was really starting to creep me out. Dad told me to look at some of the exhibits and he would come to get me a little later. I quickly left Dad and the section of the Castle behind, inwardly cringing with disgust as the security guard watched me leave.

I didn't stray off too far because of my concern of getting lost. I walked past a few exhibits and stopped at one that caught my attention. It was a exhibit for Al Capone which contained a picture of him when he was older and a monochrome wax doll figure of his younger persona. I remembered reading up about him for one of my classes. Alphonse Gabriel Capone, other wise known by Al or his nickname of Scarface, was a notorious Italian-American gangster who was most famous for his part in mob activity in Chicago from the 1920s to early 1931. He ran his crime empire in during the Prohibition movement in America, so he made his money by smuggling alcohol and running several speakeasies around Chicago. Overall, he was the definition of a successful crime lord back in the day.

I heard some scuffling and shouting coming from down the hall in the direction I had just came from a few minutes ago. I ran back to the room where I left Dad, and I arrived just in time to see Dad one-up the creepy security guard by putting him in a head lock. A smile spread across my face as I watched Dad put the security-guard in his place. Once Dad had gotten his point across, let him go, and half-heartedly apologized, he made his way over to me.

"What was all that for," I asked as we walked away, indicating the scene I just witnessed.

"Well first off, no guy ever looks at my daughter that way on my watch," this brought another smile to my face. "And secondly," he handed me an photo ID, "Brundon just gave us access to the federal archives."

I took the ID from Dad and laughed, "Dad, you are amazing! " I glanced at the ID and stated, "You said his name was Brundon but it clearly say Brandon on the ID."

"Its a long story, but trust me, it's Brundon."

Dad used Brundon's ID to get us through a "STAFF ONLY" door, which led us to a long hall. Dad lead the way down the hall until we saw two men turn the hall corner. I grabbed his arm and pulled him into an open room, shutting the door quickly.

I waited a few moments to check that the two men had gone, which I was thankful for. "God, that was really close," I exclaimed as I turned to Dad, only to find him looking at something in the locker room.

"Hey Viola, watch the door for a minute," he instructed before I could ask what he was doing.

"Okay," I shrugged nervously, and kept on the door until I heard his footsteps behind me. I turned around quickly and smiled as soon as I saw Dad in the night guard uniform for the Smithsonian. The happy light in his eyes had returned and he looked like he was back in his element.

Dad looked at me and said, "Let's go."

We exited the locker room and Dad called Nick to let him know what was going on. I followed close behind him, listening closely for any evidence of another encounter. Dad turned left and started to head down the stairwell.

"Nick? Hello?" Dad lost signal as he went halfway down a flight of stairs, then walked back up to try and regain the signal. I glanced up and saw two other guards coming down the flight of stairs above us. I tapped Dad's shoulder and pointed at the two guards, "we're going to have to do this on our own." Dad hung up the phone as he ran down the stairs and entered the door to the left.

I followed Dad quickly and soon discovered that we were making our way to a personnel check-point. I glanced round, noticing there was a gate separating the Archives from the entrance, and to get in you had to get through the checkpoint security. I sighed and hoped Dad had a plan.

"ID please," an unamused voice came from the speaker as we approached the station. Dad quickly held Brundon's ID up to the camera. The voice came from the speaker again, now sounding more stoned than unamused, "Brundon!"

"Hey," Dad rolled his eyes as he imitated Brundon. I smirked and tried not to laugh.

"Later dude." Dad mumbled the response as he walked away. The gate quickly opened and we passed through into the Archives.

"Don't say a word about what just happened Viola," Dad warned me in an embarrassed tone.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing and managed to reply, "Don't worry Dad, I won't."

We walked through the archives, passing hundreds of exhibits as we searched for our friends. Dad stopped at one crate that seemed to intrigue him. I sighed as he released the latches to the side of the crate and a large tentacle fell out onto the floor.

"What was that about curiosity killed the cat," I asked sarcastically.

Dad shook his head and chuckled, "Satisfaction brought him back." I helped him place the tentacle back and re-latch the crate the way it was. We continued winding through the maze of the archives, searching for our friends.

We stopped when we came across an old, rather large container box with Egyptian soldiers surrounding it, frozen in place due to the tablet's power. The Egyptians were in their battles stances, spears at the ready and pointed to the closing doors. Well, all except for one of them, who looked like he was the one giving orders due to his appearance and the fact that he didn't have a spear.

Dad sighed, "It looks like our friends got themselves into a lot of trouble."

I followed Dad up to the container and managed to get the tablet out of Dexter's hands. The sun had set as soon as I placed the tablet in his hands, and the tablet began to glow.

"No. No! No, no, no!" It was too late, the Egyptian soldiers returned to life and finished where they had left off the night before. The container doors were shut, our friends yelled for help from the inside. Dad and I then found the spears aimed at us.

Dad stepped in front of me protectively as the one Egyptian giving orders yelled something to the soldiers. To my surprise, the soldiers lowered their spears and their leader, I suppose, stepped toward Dad and I.

The leader said something to Dad in a foreign language I didn't understand. Dad didn't either and stared blankly at the leader.

The leader than paused and asked, "Parlez vous, francias?"

Dad and I looked at each other, and I shook my head.

"English... English perhaps?" Dad nodded in response to that.

The leader seemed satisfied with the nod, then continued, "I am Kahmunrah, the great king of the great kings and from the darkest depths of ancient history; I have come back to life!" Dad and I just blankly stared at him. "Perhaps you did not hear what I just said. I am a centuries-old Egyptian Pharaoh. I was dead, but now I have come back to life!"

I cleared my throat as Dad replied, "Uh, no... We heard you the first time."

Kahmunrah asked Dad, "Who are you?"

"I'm Larry Daley of Daley Devices and this is my daughter Viola," He motioned his hand to me. "Its funny, we know your brother Ahkmenrah. He's a good kid."

I saw rage ignite in Kahmunrah's eyes at the mention of his brother. I sighed, sensing a very long rant ahead of us.

"Ah, he knows baby brother. The favorite son. You know, Mother and Father always gave him the best of everything, and I do mean everything. They even gave him the throne. The throne which was rightfully mine!"

I cleared my throat again and quietly noted, "H-He never mentioned that..."

"Oh, I just bet he didn't," He retorted rudely to me. Kahmunrah's attention then returned to Dad and he began, "Well, now begins the era of Kahmunrah, because I have come back to... never mind, just hand me the tablet."

Dad and I turned as we heard a familiar voice cry out from the container, "Don't do it, Gigantor!"

It was Jed! I wanted to call back to him and find out if he was okay, but Dad nudged my arm and gave me a look telling me not to do it. I sighed, but was then shoved aside as Kahmunrah pushed past Dad and I.

"Silence, silence, in there!" Kahmunrah approached the container in an aggravated manner and pounded on the door with his fist. "Don't make me come in there!

"No, I won't be muzzled!" Came the response. Dad and I chuckled, the typical response of Jedediah when he was asked to be quiet.

Kahmunrah groaned and ignored the response, and turned to face me and Dad. "Look, that tablet is more powerful than you, Larry Daley of Daley Devices and Viola, can possibly imagine. Bringing things back to life is just a parlor trick. With it, I shall unlock the Gate to the Underworld and bring forth my army from the Land of the Dead. So, if it's not too much trouble hand it over." He then held out his hand, signifying that this request wasn't an option.

"Okay, here you go." I watched in disbelief as Dad handed the tablet to Kahmunrah.

"Wise decision," Kahmunrah took the tablet from Dad and began to walk away with his soldiers following close behind.

I stepped up beside Dad and whispered to him, "Are you crazy? Why did you give him the tablet?"

Dad ignored my comment and then added on, "I thought you would've wanted the cube though."

Kahmunrah stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face Dad, suddenly, "What cube?"

I caught on slightly to what Dad was trying to do and quickly picked up where dad left off, "The Cube... of Rubik. Even your brother didn't want to mess with it, but you just struck us as the next level kind of guy. I guess we were wrong though..."

This got Kahmunrah's attention, of course he thought of it as an opportunity to one-up his little brother. He then ordered us, "You will lead me to this Cube of Rubik."

I walked beside Dad, with the Egyptian soldiers and Kahmunrah to our backs. Whatever plan Dad had at the moment, I hoped it was going to work out.

I smiled inwardly as we came across the crate we had stopped at earlier; I was finally able to completely formulate Dad's plan on my own. Dad and I stood on each end of the crate as we approached it, leaving Kahmunrah and his soldiers to gaze in wonder.

Kahmunrah grew anxious and commanded, "Open it."

I glanced at Dad, seeing him grin slightly and whisper, "What was that about curiosity killed the cat?"

With a grin, I whispered in reply, "Satisfaction brought him back."

Together, we unlatched the crate, causing the tentacle to spill out onto the floor. Before the Egyptians could ponder what had just fallen to the floor, the tentacle began to squirm and attack the Egyptians.

Kahmunrah was seized by the giant tentacles and was being thrashed about, causing him cry out with surprise and launch the tablet into the air.

Dad saw the tablet was flying towards me, and he yelled, "Viola, the tablet!" I glanced up to see the tablet fall a bit out of my reach. I dove for it, and by some sheer miracle, caught the tablet before it was able to hit the ground. I glanced towards Dad , who gave a nod of approval, and we quickly bolted in separate directions.

I literally ran into Dad after several minutes of navigating through the labyrinth of countless rows of crates . After picking myself up off the floor, I slipped the tablet into his hands, "Go and I'll try to stall these goons as long as I can." Dad understood and he nodded. I was soon left alone, and didn't waste any time bolting in a different direction away from Dad.

I stopped to catch my breath after a few minutes, and soon regretted it. I found myself at spear-point, and a very angry Kahmunrah approached me. He seized me roughly by the shoulder and grinned evilly, "Well, it looks like Larry Daley of Daley Devices now has a reason to return the tablet to me."

Author's Note- 3/22/11

So these are the first few chapters of my first Fanfiction! :D Please review and tell me what you think.